#so many gumshoe feelings

[wrightandco]

the samurai always wins is such a great song from the pw musical project / turnabout musical / taaam

It was literally the perfect ace attorney musical song

It adapted the game music perfectly

It perfectly portrayed Cody’s testimony and how silly it was but also in such a realistic way of how a kid would actually give testimony (what I saw that day was a grim display an evil man’s demise, and I stood nearby as the samurai shot lasers from his eyes!)

It perfectly portrayed Phoenix trying to be gentle and not badger Cody because he’s a kid (I’m trying to keep the steel samurai out of jail, please if you could try to go into more detail..)

but then giving up because it was so ridiculous (for what it’s worth no way on earth did Cody see this crime! WITNESS TESTIFY! This is the last time!! to the actual tune of the game music which gives me CHILLS it’s my favourite line in the song)

It perfect portrayed Edgeworth backing his own witness and his snide comments about Phoenix’s court tactics of over-pressing rather than admit that Cody is speaking rubbish (Wright the truth is this fragile youth is sure of this ruthless attack, SO STOP pressing him hoping that he’ll crack! - again to the actual tune of the game music)

It perfectly portrays the back and forth between defence and prosecution and an unruly witness is the middle, Phoenix pointing out contradictions, the judge not being in control and Edgeworth gets a sneaky line at the end referencing the elementary school trial (Wright don’t bluff that’s quite enough now cease this reprimand - Objection! - a small child alone in court you cannot understand.)

Not to mention THE RISING KEY CHANGES AT THE END and the way they’re all singing in overlapping polyphony with more and more characters gives the perfect depiction of the whole trial just being crazy out of control - plus when it’s just Phoenix and edgeworth singing over each other it gives major confrontation from les mis vibes whicH IS EXACTLY what it should be like

The whole song is just the perfect spirit of the ace attorney games and particularly that case- I love it so so much

#ace attorney #turnabout musical #taaam #turnabout an ace attorney musical #I get why they cut it #but it was so perfect #the redd white bit they adapted to #it just doesn’t hit the same #it’s the fact of Cody being such a huge fan and signing the samurai theme as his testimony #that is just incredible #next week on ace attorney feels #It’s gotta be the butz #which is my second favourite song #then #April may #I think it’s clear I like the testimony songs #then a guy you can trust #so many gumshoe feelings #wait I forgot August day #that is probably my no. 3 song #I’m so grateful to everyone who has ever been involved in the project #I wish I could be involved #Youtube

[tracfone]

“hey rory why are your priorities romantic love in fiction. shipping isn’t everything!” “siblings siblings siblings!! am i right??” “why don’t you like familial dynamics as much as shipping ):” i am a married lesbian and an adopted only child, i honestly don’t know what to tell you?

#sorry i did say i needed to like. close this tab #but my brain is buzzing so hard right now and i feel like talking #i guess this is kind of why i fell out of love so hard with aa? i mean love that series to death but #**with the fandom i should say. and i do have some things i'm doing still within it that i do WANT to do 100% #but i think that my otps and favorite characters side my interests....do not align with what this fandom mainly likes #and to some degree what this series is about #aside from the shipping i loved piecing together character dynamics. and that there were so many rich connections the characters #had to each other. and how all of it was just...this big puzzle you could slowly figure out #and it wasn't some unraeachable carrot you were chasing after it was easy enough to understand. but obfuscated JUST enough that some of it #was speculative!! #but it is deeply entrenched in familial bonds and....i'm really sorry but i cannot relate to it and it made me feel like #maybe i'm not where i belong right now #i'm so grateful to the people i met during my time really i do #and i love franziska adrian gumshoe maya ema etc to death #but its just not my special interest anymore....i think i've accepted that #especially since i have a new one that makes me happy now #no one has asked me these things btw but it's something i see people make posts about a lot

[dstryvampres]

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

Paring: Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, you have a cowboy kink :3

“What do you think?” Neil says, strutting down the narrow hallway out of his office.

Looking up from the magazine you were mind-numbingly immersed in, mostly due to the weird jingling coming from where Neil was coming from, you were greeted with an oddly pleasant view. Neil, uncharacteristically, dressed up as a cowboy. Black cowboy hat, a pair of black loose fitting jeans to match, a light denim button up shirt tucked into his pants with a couple buttons undone at the top, a black bandana tied around his neck, and cowboy boots that edged on godawful. Somehow Neil’s outfit of the week wasn’t that bad, it was kind of attractive…

“Hello? Anyone in there,” Neil waves his hand infront of your face, you try to grab his wrist but he snatches his hand away before you can get a full grasp. “So?”

“I think it’s better than last Saturday’s Dracula costume, that’s for sure,” trying to sound as uninterested as you possibly can despite the fact that you were undeniably very into the cowboy thing.

“Oh, come on. I had you speechless for a good minute there,” Neil points out, before mimicking a one-man gun fight.

“It’s fine,” is all you give him.

Neil sighs dramatically and pouts. Walking over to the couch infront of the TV and flopping down onto it, his melodrama is almost good enough to make you pity him, but he’s pulled this trick one too many times for it to do the full damage he intended. Soon enough you're trying your best to flip through the magazine in your hands. Unlike last time, you can’t seem to find it as interesting as it was before you saw Neil. The cowboy outfit fit him a little too well. Amount of undone buttons showed off his collarbones so well, hat fit weirdly well ontop of his head, and his pants hugged his ass in a way that made you drool. Maybe your boss dressing up as a cowboy was a new awakening for you. God you really hope not.

“Welcome to Gumshoe!” Neil welcomes the customer, springing off the couch and fixing his hat, “We have a special deal on Westerns this week, if you want to look into that just let me or my lovely employee at the counter know.”

You smile at the customer, before your eyes start to drift over to Neil. How you were going to last a full day working here while he looked like that, you didn’t know. As he blabbed to the customer about whatever movie they could be looking for, you willed yourself to look anywhere else, to do anything else besides stare weirdly at your boss and give yourself a girl boner over his outfit. There’s always returns you can sort through and late calls you can make, is what you settle on.

Pulling out the box from under the counter you start to sort through the returns of the past couple of days absentmindedly. Despite trying your hardest not to stare at your boss and focus on your task, you can’t help it. As he stanters around the shop in those stupid black jeans, fixes the buttons on his shirt, even daring to pop another button open, you can feel the wetness in your pants increase by the minute. It’s embarrassing. You move over to the back corner to start storing the movies, hoping this new perspective with a noticeable lack of view of your employer will help calm you down, but it does nothing. Possibly making it worse, this lack of seeing the real Neil makes your imagination kick in. Oh, what he could do for you. Legs over his shoulders. Is he soft or rough? What would he say during it? Is it just the costume or has he always looked this good? There’s a tap on your shoulder and you whip your head around.

It’s Neil.

“Can you check out the customer? I’ll take this over, don’t worry.” A blush spreads over your cheeks, and you can only seem to nod offering a weak, guilty smile to him. Standing up on shaky legs you make your way over to the register trying to make as little contact with Neil as possible. Knowing that if you touch him you will moan.

Your face feels hot, likely flushed, so you check out the customer as fast as you can. Plan foiled by their lack of a loyalty card. Soon enough they are out the door and gone, but you could’ve sworn you input their address wrong.

“Is the A/C not working?” Neil had sneaked up on you, grasping your shoulder. You jump, causing him to let out a small laugh.

“Uh- Yeah, I think so? Why are you asking?”

You knew why he was asking, you were sweating profusely and were red in the face. Even leaving a sweaty hand mark on the register, and possibly the DVD the customer rented out. All fueled by the simple cowboy costume worn by the man behind you. Curse ‘Western week’ at Gumshoe Videos, and curse Neil and his need to dress up for every event the store held, no matter how miniscule. 

“You’re just very sweaty and red. Is there any other reason? Possibly got the hots for anyone,” Neil teased, poking your shoulder.

To anyone other than you, it would’ve been quite obvious that he wasn’t referring to himself and was, instead, referring to the customer who just left. After all, most of your more noticeable nerves showed up after their arrival. But your nerves paired with just how close Neil was to you lead to the disastrous reply.

“No! Of course not! And it’s definitely not you either.” Followed by nervous choppy laughter.

“What?” 

Neil was not laughing.

“I have to go stock shelves.”

Neil stands there for a couple seconds before following behind you, despite how you desperately try to lose him. The shop is small and cramped, losing anyone in here is close to impossible. Just getting down to work is the best option right now, you plop down beside a box full of DVDs and try to ignore your boss.

“Look. I’m not offended or thrown off by what you said, but are you serious?”

You look up at Neil, guilt and embarrassment coating your face.

“You are! What is it? My charms? My humour? My looks?”

You go back to stocking DVDs.

“Is it the cowboy outfit?”

You look back up in absolute horror. He’s grinning at this realisation, both amusement and disbelief smeared all over his cocky smile. 

“Well how would you like to ride a real cowboy?” Neil asks, he’s putting on a horrible southern accent that’s somehow made the outfit so much more attractive.

You stand up and crash your lips together. The kiss catches Neil off guard, stumbling back a step or two before he’s reciprocating at the same force as you. Getting eager you pull at the hair on his nape. He moans into your mouth. God it’s better than you thought it would sound. God, do you want to ride this cowboy.

“Hey,” Neil breaks away, breathing heavily, “Can we, uh, can we take this back to my office?”

You nod, basically pushing Neil back to his own office. Both of you are giggling the whole way there. Normally being so giddy over something like this would make you sick, but you’re hot and have a growing tingling in your lower stomach urging you onwards. Once the door is closed to his office your lips are back on his, hand tangling into his hair. Stumbling forwards into him until you hit his desk. His hands find your hips and he groans. Lips now start to kiss your neck. Kisses sloppy and open mouthed, bordering on bites. You’re so high on excitement about this it’s making you dizzy. Never have you ever thought that you would be so excited to sleep with your boss. What a uniform can do to a man is criminal.

Neil’s hands slowly move from your hips to your breasts. Squeezing them lightly once before groping harshly. Looking down you make eye contact with him, his eyes are so round and soft, pupils blown out wide, basically pleading to let him take off your shirt.

“Go ahead,” You sigh out, he’s rubbing your nipples through your shirt.

Quickly his hands move down to the hem of your shirt, and it’s off you and on the floor. Neil starts to move his kisses down to your collar bones and breasts. Groaning the whole way down, acting like he’s never been with anyone as beautiful as you. Truthfully, it’s unlikely that he has.

His hands unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms and exposing your boobs. Nipples hard from the cold and from the excitement of this whole ordeal. You place your hands on Neil’s jaw dragging him back up into a kiss. It’s sloppy, his spit is all over your top lip. If this was anyone else it would’ve disgusted you, but, again, something about the whole cowboy costume made it so much hotter.

“God, you’re so hot,” Neil pants into your mouth, tweaking at your nipples. You moan in response.

He’s leading you over to the couch in his office. Pushing you onto the couch, you watch him completely unbutton his slutty denim shirt before joining you. Lips crashing into yours in the same frenzy as before. Your hands come to the waistband of his pants. Desperately trying to undo his buckle. You get it undone, and as a reward Neil undoes his pants. You feel his bulge press into your hip as you continue. You stroke him through his underwear, causing him to whimper, breaking away from the kiss and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t do that baby, I’ll cum, please,” Neil begs. You giggle in response, but are immediately cut off when he latches his lips around your nipple. Flicking his tongue over your nipple. Fuck. You cup his cheek.

“Neil, take off my fucking pants already,” You hiss out.

He detaches his lips from your nipple, focusing instead on sliding your jeans off of your hips. You desperately want to shy away from Neil’s gaze when he starts to feel the wet patch on your underwear that is growing by the second, but it’s hard when he’s sitting between your legs. He shoves your panties down your legs and onto the floor.

Neil looks into your eyes as he traces the line of your cunt, playing with your clit, then shoving a finger into your cunt. You immediately moan out at the intrusion, earning you a smile from Neil.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he teases.

He adds in a second finger and your eyebrows furrow. His fingers are thick. Stretching you out so nice. Finding a steady pace Neil pushes his finger in and out of your cunt, eagerly watching as your cunt easily takes in his fingers. You grip at his hair, pulling him back into a kiss. Moaning into his mouth as he fucks you with his finger, consistently brushing against your sensitive spot. 

Neil removes his fingers from your cunt, wiping them off on the couch. He makes quick work of his boxer’s pulling them down and discarding them in the pile of clothes already on the floor. He lines his cock up with your cunt and slides into you, both of you groaning at the sensation. Neil stays still for a little bit, getting adjusted to how you feel.

“Fuck you’re so tight, and so warm, and wet. You’re so nice,” Neil babbles, placing his hands on your hips.

Slowly he starts rocking back and forth into you, letting out breathy moans the whole way through. 

“You can speed up,” You tell Neil, holding onto his bicep for support.

His hips start to speed up, until the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of your cunt echo throughout the room. Neil keeps babbling out praises, ‘so good baby’s and ‘you’re so hot’s breaking the previously mentioned sounds, along with moaning from the both of you. Neil was a surprisingly good fuck. His cock was angled perfectly into your cunt, allowing him to hit deep into your cunt each time in a way that made you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back.

“Do you- fuck- do you want to ride this cowboy?” Neil asks through pants, you look up at him. A mix of amusement and horniness coats your brain.

“Yes.” Is all it takes for Neil to slip out of you and bring you on top of him, then line up his cock with your entrance once again and slip it in.

You bounce up and down on him, aided by both his hips bucking into yours and his hands on your hips.

“You’re so good at this, holy,” Neil says, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud, you yelp out.

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten, gripping tightly on Neil’s shoulders for stability. The mix of Neil’s cock pumping in and out of you and his tongue playing with your nipples was driving you insane.

“Neil, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, all over my cock, baby.”

You reach one of your hands down from Neil’s shoulders to your clit. Rubbing your clit in quick small circles as Neil watches you with hungry eyes. 

It all comes crashing into you at once as you chant ‘cumming’ as you slump into Neil’s shoulder. He follows quickly after you. Both of you stay still for a little bit, trying to recuperate from everything. Neil rubs small circles into your lower back before you slide off of his cock. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, not being able to look at Neil after that.

“Here,” Neil says, handing you your underwear.

You both get dressed in silence, before both exiting Neil’s office.

“You can go home early today if you want,” Neil coughs out.

You end up going home early after all, walking back to your car on shaky legs and being left to think about the events of today at your apartment.

#fanfic #neil lewis #neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis x you #watching the detectives #cillian murphy smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian fic #cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis x y/n

[darthannie]

thursday night out

2.1k / neil lewis x f!reader

Pairing: Neil Lewis x f!reader Summary: Neil can't sleep and neither can you. A late night conversation leads to revelations. Warnings: 18+, minors dni. fluff, no use of y/n, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort if you squint really hard, Neil cries because of course a/n: I'm a lil rusty y'all but I had to take matters into my own hands.

You were absolutely restless in bed. You had come home from the bar your friend Jonathan worked at, Balanza, after needing some liquid comfort and a close friend. He was one of four. Your little group was all you needed, but more recently it was feeling like three. You, Neil, Lucien, and Jonathan were basically inseparable as you all emerged into adulthood together.

Now, you all found a little bit of community at Gumshoe Video, your and Neil’s video store. It wasn’t much but it was what you and Neil cared about the most. It was your baby, so to speak. Yet another thing that kept you and Neil stuck to each other’s sides. 

Neil was special. He had gone through it all with you. When you were in high school together you both skipped school dances and watched movies all night long while getting drunk on whatever was close by. You had comforted each other through numerous breakups, spent many long nights taking care of each other when the other was sick, and now ran a video store together. Growing up, your parents would make jokes about how you would end up together. Neil thought that was the funniest thing ever. “What a cliche.”, Neil would say. You would always laugh and agree but deep down, there was a piece of you that resented his indifference. It was only natural that you both felt something for each other, right? Neil was your rock and you were his. 

But nevertheless, Neil was seeing someone. At least you thought he was. It wasn’t totally clear what was going on, but you knew when he wasn’t at the video store he was running around with her. That left you, Lucien, and Jonathan to hold down the fort. This always happened when Neil got involved with a girl and it always left you feeling… odd. You never wanted to admit it but you had been in love with him for years. Brushing off that feeling was the only way you could disconnect. 

This constant yearning was exhausting but you just wanted to see Neil happy. Only now, you couldn’t tell if he was happy. He had been a bit secretive about the girl he was seeing. If you knew Neil, he was in over his head. Whenever you saw him at the shop he seemed drained and a bit stressed, but he never stayed long. He’d say, “I’m gonna go in about an hour. We’re getting dinner tonight, I think?” I think, was the key phrase. His remarks were rooted in confusion. Maybe his status with this mystery girl wasn’t so solid. You had hoped, for his sake, something good would come out of this. You couldn’t bear to see him hurt again.

After some overthinking, you were finally getting a bit drowsy. Right as you were about to drift off your ringtone shocked you awake. You answered it before you could check the name and heard a familiar voice on the other line. “Hey”, Neil said. “Can I come over? I can’t sleep” The clock on your nightstand read 1:34 AM. “Yeah sure what’s u-“ 

He hung top on you and within a couple of seconds, there was a knock at the door.

You scurried out of bed and headed towards the door. You weren’t prepared for what met you on the other side of the door. It was Neil, of course, but he looked sad. His eyes were puffy and red. He looked like he had been crying for hours. He looked exhausted. It took you a second before you realized you had been staring. You moved to the side and silently gestured for him to come in. 

He went right past you and towards the couch, face-planting into the cushions. He groaned and you stood over him for a moment before squatting down to his level. “Neil?” You heard a sniffle come from him and he turned to face you. Even now, he was just as gorgeous as every other time you saw him. Handsome in a classic sense. You fought every urge not to brush the hair away from his eyes but eventually, you gave in. You reached out and he closed his eyes after feeling your touch. “Neil, what’s going on?” 

“Jonathan and I got into a fight. Well, not like a fight fight. We just argued a bit and I got pissed and left.”

You removed your hand from his face. That was the last thing you expected to hear. There was never any conflict in your friend group that went beyond friendly film debates, but you were waiting for the shoe to drop. You had spent your time at Balanza tonight blabbing to Jonathan about how annoying It was that Neil was never around whenever he started seeing someone. He pushed you about it you admitted it was because you had liked him for years. Jonathan laughed “Well no duh! I could smell that shit from a mile away. You guys already treat each other like you’re married.” And he was right. There were things you and Neil did that felt like you were married. Apart from movie nights, you had spent time cooking dinner for each other, taken a couple of trips together, and confided in each other about everything. Your bond was unbreakable. 

You were thinking about what to say when Neil interrupted your fractured thought process. 

“I was at Balanza tonight, thought I’d go in for a quick drink, you know? And I got to talkin’ with Jonathan and he mentioned how you had been there a bit before me and how I’d just missed you. I thought was weird because you always told me if you were going so we could go together. Plus you’d told me you were going straight home after closing up the store. But anyway, he started joking about you and me. I mean, what the fuck right?”

You briefly paused before responding, “What did he say about us exactly?”  

Neil sat up before he began his story, gesturing as he began, “He made a quip asking where my ball and chain was and I said “What ball and chain?” and he said you. It kinda took me aback. And really annoyed me because you would never be a ball and chain, you know. And somehow he started going on about how I should maybe be a better friend.” Your heart sank. He continued, “He said I should be more “mindful” about our relationship and I thought what the fuck, you know. I know he doesn’t really have a way with words but, god, how cryptic. Who says that? Especially about us. We’re close, right? Super close! No one really gets it!” Subconsciously or not he now had your hand in his.

“Our friendship is special you know. It means the world to me and to have that questioned made me a bit upset. Then it really got me thinking. Have I not been paying attention to you lately? Then, I started thinking about all the things I’ve been doing recently. Spending time with you know who, which by the way isn’t happening anymore.”

In all honestly, you didn’t really know who. You’d only seen her a couple of times. You interrupted him, asking what he meant.

“I broke things off with her. She was, frankly, insane, and as fun as it was it was just that. Fun. Unsustainable. Unstable. Plus, I was barely meeting up with the group. Fewer movie nights. Less time at the store. Less time together. And I thought, fuck maybe I have been a shit friend. And now that I don’t have her in my life I feel like I can actually see clearly.”

He finally took a pause and looked you in the eyes. You were stunned. Neil was always a talker but it was rare he got this candid about his relationships. When you were younger, he’d tell you almost everything, but now he rarely ever spoke about his escapades and you were grateful for it. Just when you thought it was over, he continued. 

“So, I was so fed up with Jonathan I didn’t even finish my beer. I just left. I got home and tried everything to shake the guilty feeling off of me but nothing worked. I did a- a cold shower and even made some tea. I tried to watch City Lights, but I couldn’t.”

That was your and Neil’s favorite film. You had watched it the first time when you stayed home from junior prom. You both started off by doing voices for the characters and by the end you were both touched by the film. Ever since then, that was the film you both watched when you couldn’t think of anything better for movie night. It became a ritual that wordlessly brought you closer. 

“I got really restless and upset. So, I thought I would just call you.” He broke eye contact for a moment, and you could’ve sworn he looked at your lips before making eye contact again. 

Your voice was light, “But you got here before you called.”

He shrugged, “I just got in the car and started driving.”

You chuckled at his response. “Well you know you’re always welcome.” He smiled at you before he let it falter. He seemed to hesitate before he continued talking. The shoe was about to drop.

“ I, ah. There was something I left out of the story.”

You swallowed before asking, “What?” 

“Jonathan told me about… you and… Probably not everything but he told me.” It dropped.

There was a moment of silence as the tension between the two of you grew. Your world was crashing down. You’d have a word with Jonathan soon, call him a jackass for betraying your trust. You wanted to speak and deny everything, but nothing came out. 

He spoke first. “How long?”

Without hesitation, you replied “Years.” 

He sat back and ran his fingers through his hair. He muttered what you thought was fuck under his breath, but you preferred not to listen. All you could feel was the pain in your chest as you prepared to have your heart broken. Tears started to fall before you could stop them and a small whimper left you. He wiped your tears away and leaned forward again. You were now sitting on the ground as he sat over you on the couch. Neil felt a couple tears of his own begin to fall. You both sat for a moment. His silence made it hurt even more. You were ready for his rejection to slap you in the face. The sting would last long after, you thought. You heard him speak up softly, “So you… you feel it too?” 

You hesitated, “Feel what exactly?”

He laughed at himself and clarified, “You know this, um, tugging feeling in your heart when it feels like it’s trying to tell you something.” 

You avoided his gaze, “Yeah.”

You looked down at your hands. Your fingers were now interlaced with his. Space had closed between the two of you and it was getting hard to breathe. Your heart raced and you swore his did too. He brought his free hand to your face, resting it on your cheek. You looked down at it, foreign on your skin. You looked back at him and searched his face for any sign that this was some sick joke. All you found was sincerity. He was willing and ready to risk years of friendship on the off chance that you felt the same as he did. He unraveled his hand from yours and placed it softly on your neck as he pulled you in, careful not to make any sudden movements. 

The kiss was soft, at first. As it deepened you placed your hand on his chest, not to push him away, but to feel if his heart was beating as fast as yours. It soon became breathless, both of you refusing to break for air. Your fingers ended up in his hair. You felt his tongue on your bottom lip. He was testing you and you gave in. It was feverish. You both moved in sync until, finally, you both pulled away to get some air. The room was spinning. You were kneeling after he had pulled you up. He pulled you up further and sat you down on the couch. He pulled you close to him and just held you, hoping to feel as close as possible to you. You both felt like you’d just won the lottery. He traced your arm with his fingers. You looked up at him and he was already looking at you. You slowly broke out into a smile and he did too. Soon enough you were both giggling and chuckling. It was pure bliss. He leaned in to give you another kiss. There was no testing the waters this time. He pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“What took us so long?”, he sighed. 

You whispered back, ”I don’t know.”

#neil lewis x reader #neil lewis smut #neil lewis fluff #watching the detectives fanfic #neil lewis x you #i proofread this but no one is perfect #first fic in so long ahhhhh #cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis x f!reader #annie writes

[arainmorn-art]

Franny-boo and her big little brother Edgey is clearly used to it. In their dynamic Miles's emotional stability just shines through, he is her rock, he has a wide warm chest for her to cry into, I love it.

When I was playing AA2, oh gee, how much I disliked Franziska because she was violent and rude towards my himbo babies Phoenix and Gumshoe. I even was pissed that the Judge is so spineless he could not stop this little girl to whip people in the courtroom! But... ungh. Of course I was touched when she cried in front of Miles. And in AA3 I got warmer feelings for her. And in AAI she was adorable. And when she met Debest in AAI2, oh, oh, it was so satysfing when she whipped him x) And when you think a bit longer about her backstory, that she's lost her dad, almost lost her brother, tried to fulfil unrealistic expectations of being a personified perfection most of her life...

So... yeah. I almost like this little dominatrix :D What I've used: • craft paper sketchbook • acrylic markers: white, blue metallic, golden • water-based markers or felt-pens • pencil, black and white pens, ballpoint pen, calligraphy liners • a tiny bit of digital touch (the one with Edgey is coloured digitally) Oh man, it was such a mess on my fingers to mix white and metallic blue acrylic markers on her hair. And altogether trying to paint the skin with waterbased feltpens over white acrylic, baaaaaaaaa, was a pain. I've drawn unnatural skin colours for Undertale and Steven Universe characters like this before, but now I'm figuring how to use the same technique with real skin tones. I love craft paper, but man, it's tricky! The last sketch with Edgey was digitally painted though, as I've almost ruined the lineart with not dry enough acrylic on the same spread sheet, aaaa. Plus there're too many little detailes to easily mess it up with white marker x)

And I've enjoyed drawing Franziska too much. I object. She is still a rude little beast. You will not grow in me, Franziska. I will resist your tsundere charms.

But it was fun.

#arainmorn's art #my art #ace attorney #sketches #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #ace attorney trilogy #von karma siblings #edgeworth #craft paper #sketchbook #traditional drawing #traditional sketch #traditional art #acrylic #pencil #marker drawing #artists on tumblr #gyakuten saiban #mitsurugi reiji #karuma mei

[pictureinme]

kinktober day ix. DRY HUMPING - neil lewis

word count: ~700 tags: semi-public, somewhat subby neil masterlist | ao3

It’s closing time at Gumshoe Video– the doors are locked, lights are dimmed, and you’ve just finished organizing the entire experimental section alphabetically. Your eyes wander as you stretch your aching arms to the sofa where Neil has sitting for the last half hour watching some shit horror movie– leaving you to close up. He’s lucky that you’re his girlfriend, otherwise, you would’ve smacked him upside the head. Well, you still could.

You approach him from behind, capitalizing on his attention being solely on the cheesy gore, and cover his eyes.

“Hmm, I wonder who that could be,” Neil isn’t surprised in the slightest by your antics. “Is it my cardboard cutout of Marlene Dietrich that’s come to life to finally kiss me back?”

“Ew, back?!” You yank your hands away from his eyes as he chuckles. “So that’s why there’s lipstick all over it, I guess.”

“Jesus, where’d I even get lipstick, babe?” He doesn’t deny him kissing the cutout.

“I know about your secret stash,” you walk around the sofa, and hop onto his lap suddenly, “You have many a dirty secret, don’t you, Neil?”

He smiles cockily as he runs his hands up your sides, and hums, “That’s up to you to find out, isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes and kiss him sweetly on the lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. He laughs into the kiss, and his hands continue to wander all over your body. Neil dips his hands under your shirt, feeling the cool skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver. You grind down subconsciously onto his lap, and he groans when he goes to take a breath.

He rolled his hips up to meet yours, the thick denim only dampening whatever pleasure he could be getting– but for you, it felt heavenly. You moan suddenly as the fabric rubs against your covered clit– digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck, I want you, (Y/N)...” Neil mouths against your neck as you rock against him.

“I…” You crane your neck so he can kiss even more of it, “I want it like this.”

A loud moan escapes Neil’s throat as your words reach his ears– the idea of this has always aroused him to an embarrassing level. You giggle at how easy he is and continue to move against his growing hardness. His hands reach to your chest as he nips at your neck– you feel him everywhere and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your breath grows ragged as you continue to hump against him, “Oh, it feels so good, Neil…”

“God, I know, fuck,” his head lolls back, eyes shut tight, “Don’t fucking stop.”

His hands come to grip your hips, not controlling your movements but simply going along with them. Neil is fully hard at this point, straining against the denim as you move relentlessly– the pleasure seeming palpable at this point. All you wanted was to chase your pleasure at this point, the harsh fabric almost painful against your arousal.

He couldn’t care less if you used him like this, it was beyond hot in his eyes– a sexy girl falling apart on top of you, and you don’t even have to put in any work? A lazy man’s dream, perfect for Neil.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, causing him to groan desperately– needing more of your touch. You grin wildly at this, the speed at which you move increasing exponentially. His eyes crack open to your barely bitten-back moans, signaling your closeness.

“Come on, (Y/N), make yourself come like this,” Neil’s own nails, despite their dullness, dig into your hips perfectly as you tighten your own grip. “I know you can, please…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your hips stutter against his lap, your neediness evident by the wet spot he begins to feel bleed onto his skin. He bites his lip as he watches you throw your head back, unashamed of the noises that could be heard by any passerby. Neil loved watching you like this– why would Lucien ever suggest stocking pornos when he’s got you?

#neil lewis x reader #cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis smut #cillian murphy smut #kinktober 2023

[digitalstowaway]

I think the Edgeworths ate like any other family. I think Gregory packed Miles simple lunches with off-brand food because brand name is a little too pricy. I think at dinner time, Gregory brought home bags of something that was cheap and quick and hot because his son deserves hot meals and he just does not have the energy to cook.

And then Miles start eating food he can't pronounce--all from different countries he barely knows. It's well-prepared, but he never sees anyone cook. His lunches are neatly made with proper food groups. Vegetables and cheeses that hurt his tummy and cold bread and desserts that are too sweet.

He misses hot meals and fried spam and salty noodles. The beeping rice maker. Tea before bed instead of the glass of milk von Karma's staff makes him drink even though he keeps saying it makes him feel sick.

But eventually. He forgets it. He gets older. He finds preference in French-inspired cuisine and dishes native to Germany. He gets caught sneaking into the kitchen to get to German chocolate cake. There are some happy memories of almost befriending other boys and getting kebabs after school with them.

When he settles back into America, he doesn't pick up any of the food he grew up with even though it's all around him. LA grocery stores are full of it. Street vendors. Restaurants. Many of them are Japanese-American, but he's become a stranger to his own diaspora, and it's the strangest feeling.

And then he's 22 and tired and it's going on midnight. A case has taken him out of the city for a full day. He sits in the passenger seat of Gumshoe's car, aching and silent.

Gumshoe pulls over at a late-night restaurant, a little hole in the wall run by a family. Miles drags his feet. The lights are too bright. The menu items are faded.

And, ashamed, he doesn't remember the items listed as he once did.

Gumshoe tells him to sit, find them a table. They're the only two in there. Miles sits in a booth with a table that looks less than clean. His stomach hurts he's so hungry. He feels sick. He knows that that must be why Gumshoe insisted on stopping.

Gumshoe joins him and then a young girl puts two bowls of udon in front of them.

Miles had forgotten the thick noodles. The hot broth. The fishiness. He tries eating as he's been taught is polite, but muscle memory takes over. He puts the end of the noodles in his mouth and slurps.

He feels warm at the bottom of the bowl.

They share dorayaki, and Miles feels almost too full, but he lets bean paste sit on his tongue, mushes it against the roof of his mouth like he used to.

Gumshoe pays, and Miles gets back in the car. He less tired and more drowsy. There's still 30 minutes left of the drive, and Miles doses for a few of those.

He stumbles inside his house and collapses into bed, into warm sheets. And it feels like, with sweetness still on his lips and warmth still in belly, that his father is just across the hall.

#ace attorney #gregory edgeworth #miles edgeworth #food can heal okay

[cheemers-writing-archive]

Drunken Words Reveal Sober Thoughts (Phoenix Wright x Reader)

YAY my first Phoenix fic. I’ve been in love with him for a while this should’ve happened a lot sooner.

You should’ve drunk more that night.

Some friends of yours from the detective squad decided to go to a bar, and invited you with them. You had work the next day, but decided to go anyway and keep the drinking light. But that was the problem: while you were trying to avoid a hangover tomorrow, everyone else was drinking the night away.

As you try to find someone to talk to, you pass by many of the invitees. Detective Gumshoe was teetering back and forth, telling some tall tale to Maggey, Officer Marshall was making some dubious threats to someone you didn’t recognize, and Prosecutor Edgeworth… was… was he drinking tea? There wasn’t a hint of flush on his face. Although you were initially relieved to finally find someone to talk to, you weren’t drunk enough to forget that doing that was a bad idea.

Just as you were about to look on the other side, someone else catches your eye: Phoenix Wright. The two of you had talked before, mostly exchanging information about a trial you were both working on, but it was hardly enough to even call the two of you work acquaintances. Still, it didn’t stop you from falling head over heels for him, much to your dismay.

Wright was talking to a man you could’ve sworn you’d seen before, but had no clue where. The other man didn’t matter all that much, anyway. You couldn’t help but be drawn in by Wright’s drunken complexion. His hazy eyes seemed to glimmer from the neon lights around the bar, and the blush on his cheeks complimented his face perfectly.

You snapped yourself out of it. You were being creepy, staring at some guy you hardly knew! What if he caught you? How would your work relationship suffer? Plus, he was drunk! People shouldn’t be cuter than usual when they’re drunk!

Sighing, you decide to go outside for some fresh air. You were in no position to be anywhere near Wright at the moment, as you could let your feelings be known without even meaning to. You knew that bottling them up like this was bad in the long run, but it would be worse if every single case you were both working on was awkward.

God, what am I supposed to do?

“Whoa.”

A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to see Wright staring right at you, mouth agape. In his hand was a bottle of beer, but it was quickly dropped and forgotten about.

Was this it? Was Wright about to confess? Would you finally get to be free of the heartache you felt every time you see him? Would you and Phoenix finally enter a relationship?

“You look exactly like this detective I work with! That’s crazy!”

Oh.

“Really?” You ask, feeling too awkward to reveal your true identity to him.

“Well, I say that I work with them, but it’s really more…”

You stopped listening once Wright started explaining your work relationship, losing yourself in your own thoughts again. It seemed that he was the forgetful type when drunk, and painfully unaware. Of course. Why would you think that he was going to tell you that he liked you? Why would he feel that way about you? You barely know each-

“I mean, I’d love to be closer than we are right now, though. After all, I have a huge crush on them.”

What?

WHAT?

Did Wright just say he had a crush on you? Just like that? To a supposed stranger?

“Oh?” you asked, trying so hard to hide your excitement.

“Yeah, huuuuuge crush. Like this big.” Wright stretched his arms out as far as he could, and almost slapped you in the face. “I mean, I’m head over heels for this one.”

And now, Phoenix was describing everything about you as if you were a Greek sculpture. Every single word he spoke had love poured into it as he went into detail about what he liked about you. He wasn’t great with his words as drunk as he was, but you didn’t care.

“You know, sometimes I look at their lips and I wonder what they’d feel like against mine,” Phoenix said. The way his gaze was suddenly fixated in the distance meant he was probably zoned out, thinking about it right now.

You decided to shoot your shot.

“Well, what if you kissed me?” you asked. “I look exactly like this person, right? My lips would probably feel the same as theirs.”

Phoenix shook his head. “No, sorry. I want to save it for them, once I finally tell them.”

Although the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on you, you were more focused on the loyalty of it. Phoenix, a man you weren’t dating yet, was saving his kiss for you. And here you were, pretending to be someone else, trying to steal it prematurely while he was drunk.

Oh, god. Wright was drunk. You were drunk. You just asked if Wright wanted to kiss you. You were both drunk. You had work in the morning. You had a healthy work relationship with Wright. You tried to kiss him.

“I think I should head home,” you suddenly spoke out, almost involuntarily. “It was nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

“See ya,” was all he said as you hailed a taxi to be driven home.

***

You were glad you didn’t drink more that night.

It was a bright, sunny day, and although you had a small headache, some pain medication would fix your issue right away. You were walking down to the precinct to clock in for work, but you decided to make a detour first. Gumshoe said it was right next to that hotel, right?

Eventually, you found the building you were looking for, and then the office inside of there. You took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. As it opened, you were greeted with… a girl. She had straight, black hair, partially tied up in a bun, and a purple robe. This wasn’t who you were expecting.

“Welcome to Wright and Co.,” the girl said. At least you were at the right place. “Sorry, Nick’s a little tied up right now. He said he probably got food poisoning from the restaurant he went to last night, and so he’s been in and out of the bathroom.”

Restaurant. Food poisoning. Right.

If this girl didn’t know why Wright was really in the bathroom, then this is a conversation you needed to have out of her earshot. “That’s okay,” you said. “Is it alright if I wait for him in the other room?”

“Sure!” the girl said. You went into the next room, closing the door behind you.

It wasn’t too long before Wright came to talk, but as soon as he opened the door and saw you, his face went pale. He remembered.

“Look, about what happened last night, I’m-”

As Wright was rambling, you suddenly stood up. You didn’t really mean to, nor did you mean to walk up to him and grab his necktie, pulling him into a kiss. It ended as quickly and abruptly as it began, though, as you quickly pulled away and sat back down.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” you said, quieter than usual. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you who I was last night, but once you started talking about me, I just wanted to keep listening to you talk about me. If I’m honest, that was the most I’ve really felt loved recently.” You finally looked back up at Phoenix, who was giving you a thousand-yard stare, hands hovering over his lips.

The realization kicked in.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. “I kissed you. I… oh my god. I’m so sorry! I… that… I’m… it wasn’t… that wasn’t professional! I’m so, so sorry! I just got so caught up in my emotions, I didn’t even…”

As you were rambling, you were suddenly cut off by Phoenix’s lips against yours. This kiss, however, lasted a bit longer, and the pull-away was softer than before.

“Don’t worry,” Phoenix told you, his voice softer than before. “I won’t press charges or anything.” He let out a small laugh. The way he laughed at his own jokes made you involuntarily speak again.

“Dinner tonight?”

Phoenix seemed just as stunned as you were that you asked so bluntly. “Uh… yeah, sure! Anywhere specific you wanna go?”

“What if we walked around… holding hands… and we decided then?”

As soon as you said that out loud, you cringed. What were you, a grade-schooler? Phoenix didn’t seem to mind, though, as he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” through stifled laughter.

“You’re laughing at me!” you cried out, laughing yourself.

“Sorry!” Phoenix released the laugh he was holding. “It was just unexpected!”

As the two of you calmed down, you stood up again. “Should I meet you here after I’m done with work?” you asked.

Phoenix nodded. “I’ll be waiting!”

#Phoenix Wright x reader #ace attorney x reader

[randoimago]

could I request Edgeworth with a confident!gn!reader? They could be an actor or something along those lines in the entertainment industry and one day they're on a talk show and Edgeworth is brought up and reader simply says "Yes, I do love him." and Gumshoe tells Edgeworth and Edgeworth's reaction to that maybe?? Sorry if this is overly specific aaah have fun with it! and take care of yourself <33

Actor S/O Confessing Their Love on TV

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Miles Edgeworth

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it!!

Edgeworth

He had gone to see Gumshoe to mention some details missing in a report that was given to him earlier. The television was playing in the precinct and he couldn't help a tiny smile when he saw your face on some talk show.

Honestly, he was ready to scold and threaten Gumshoe's paycheck again, but hearing your voice in the background made him feel a bit less annoyed.

Edgeworth still gets really into the lecture he gives Gumshoe, silently enjoying the moping that the man was already doing. Although, he felt some more annoyance when Gumshoe cut him off and pointed towards the television. Miles rolled his eyes but glanced over, hearing his name.

"Yes, I do love him." Miles just stared at the television after your confession. You didn't shy away or throw in any jokes, you just straight-faced confessed your love and so many people watching saw it live. He felt his face heating up as he tried to clear his throat and find where he left off with the scolding, only getting more flustered at seeing Gumshoe give him a wide, proud smile. Then Edgeworth's phone began ringing.

"What?" He snapped.

"Awwwwww!" Miles abruptly hung up on Phoenix, who no doubt was watching the program too and had called just to be a pain.

He can't help but admit that he felt a lot happier when he went back to work, a new pep in his step.

#ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #edgeworth x reader

[denpamen]

gumworth have so much but people ignore it in favour of wrightworth because gumshoe isn’t bishie enough for them (as if edgeworth wouldn’t fall over himself for 6’0 of meat and muscle) please keep fighting the good fight sir

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! Also i feel like many people would fall over themselves for gumshoe in the real world, 6 foot, a slab of meat, is nice, likes kids, AND can cook?! I will not let anyone sell him short.

And with its unpopularity, even if you don’t like gumworth in a romantic sense they’re very clearly close friends so it’s always baffled me that people say otherwise. The ship is neither here nor there (yes it is) but it’s the total denial of any platonic connection that gets me. You’re telling me penis right is closer to edgeworth than the guy who takes him out to lunch and calms down his panic attacks and investigates with him?! NAH

also they’re totally gay. like totally. Thank you capcom. I WILL CONTINUE FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT

#asks #gumworth #ace attorney

[pixelatedraindrops]

So, with Yakou being the main caretaker when anyone/everyone else gets sick surely he has to get sick at some point too right (especially with how much he smokes) ? How cute would a "the ENTIRE NDA takes care of the chief while he's sick" be?

YEEEEEESSS IT’S SO WHOLESOME!! 🥰💕

Tbh You’re not the only one that has suggested this to me! I do think the idea is super cute! I just have a personal preference of what characters I prefer to whump or see as the sickie/whumpee and I rarely do it w older men.

But I think if Yakou was ill, naturally Yuma would be the first to find out. Then he’d go tell the rest of the detectives and they’d all do their part to care for him. (essentially hiwthi but its Yakou who’s ill this time lol)

Halara would (like in every single scenario I see of them as the caretaker) would go get the medicine as well as other necessities. I kinda head canon Halara as the type who prefers to get the more important stuff in a situation like this.

Desuhiko would try to find warm things in his disguise bag, such as a warm scarf or maybe a little shawl for him to wear. Then he’d write him a song to cheer him up.

Vivia would sit with him and talk to him, maybe read a book to him. I feel like they’d have a very meaningful conversation with each-other. Maybe he’d help cool his fever off too~ (I headcannon Vivia to be surprisingly good at caring for others, just not himself but I think that’s intentional given his catchphrase)

Yuma would probably try to make him a warm drink. Although Yuma cannot cook food, the game does hint at him being able to at least brew coffee (as told in many gumshoe gabs when he offers some to the detectives) and he’d likely try talking with him as well c:

And Fubuki would make and give him something warm to eat. Be it Soup, Porridge or Ramen c: She’d also talk to him, possibly about adventure stories as they always helped her feel better if she was ill.

Yakou couldn’t have bern more grateful to have such kind people watching over him. Although they’re all goofy troublemakers, they all have hearts of good inside.

Thats just what I can come up either way at the top of my head c: Thanks for the ask!!

#pixel answers #answered asks #rain code #whumpcode #whumpcode ask #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #halara nightmare #vivia twilight #sicknario

[ashweather]

Daily RPG Readings

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, Part 2

Alright, for day two we'll be going over pages 28-39, ending at the heading "Role of the Narrator." This is less than what I wanted to cover each day, but I think its warranted for this section because the next 11 pages are extremely dense, and I have a lot to say about them.

We start off strong, with "Rolls, Investigation, & the Eureka! System." First there's a quick definition of what separates an investigation roll from a non-investigation roll, which is crucial because only investigation rolls grant investigation points and thus contribute to earning a Eureka! (the player resource, not to be confused with the game system itself). I feel this distinction warrants its own section in my overview, as earning Eureka! Points and gathering information is so crucial to the system functioning properly. This distinction could probably stand to be bolded with the next few paragraphs, in my opinion.

Without having seen it in play, I'm cautiously optimistic having investigation rolls be distinct from non-investigation rolls and linking the core momentum mechanic to only investigation rolls. I can see the logic in it - the game wants to be about mystery solving and gathering information, so it rewards that kind of gameplay more heavily. On the other hand, there is a slight risk of action-heavy sequences starving PCs of resources and throwing off the pacing of a longer game. I think it will work out, but I'm very interested to see how it actually works at the table.

Next, a conveniently bolded section covers the core gameplay loop of Eureka, and is noted to be extremely vital for all players to understand. To summarize: the Narrator (GM) describes a location in detail along with any points of interest, investigators see major details without needing to roll (but may need to poke around to find hidden details), and investigation rolls are made about specific clues or points-of-interest when the PCs interact with them in a meaningful way.

That's a reductive description, but I have more to say about it than I really want to outline here (seriously I could write essays about perception and information management in RPGs). I'll stick to the basics: I really, really like that PCs explicitly don't need to roll to notice obvious information. I'm hooting and hollering that we explicitly don't need rolls to get obvious or basic information about specific points of interest. I'm jumping out of my chair and yelling the name of my favorite sports team about the game pointing out that multiple different skills may be used to learn different things about a given point of interest, depending on interpretation.

Anyway this philosophy of information reminds me of GUMSHOE except more explicit about putting the things I like into rules text. I would perhaps like a note that red herrings should be sparing, because players rarely need help coming to wild conclusions based on spotty evidence, but this is a matter of opinion.

Now we learn about the results of an investigation roll at each degree of success, including how many investigation points (abbreviated IP going forward for brevity) are earned towards a Eureka! Point. A Full Success gets a lot of information and 1 IP. A Partial Success grants less information (or a consequence) and 2 IP. A Failure grants no information, but does give a generous 3 IP. We are also told to write down Failures on the character sheet for future use. Once an investigator gains 15 IP, they gain a Eureka! Point, the Eureka systems main reward for PCs and a potent resource. Eureka! Points can be spent to gain information from a previously failed investigation roll OR they can contribute extra odds of success to a non-investigation roll.

I always think granting resources for roll failure is a good idea, because it encourages players to think of 'bad' rolls as potentially exciting paths for the narrative to take rather than as 'losing the game' Since Eureka! Points are such a potent resource, it gives players something to look forward to no matter what the outcome of a roll is. I also love the incorporation of the mystery trope where a previously mysterious clue turns out to be a key piece of information later, once the characters put it into its appropriate context or think about it more deeply. Also, writing down Failed rolls encourages players to dip their toes into note taking and gets them into the habit of ruminating over previously acquired information, which is great for a mystery game.

I think Character moments granting IP and Eureka! adding odds of success to a non-investigation roll are great utilities too, but this section is getting away from me so I'm going to leave it there for now.

Lastly, we have an Example of Play for investigation, which is always an extremely helpful tool for players to be able to see the rules in action. In the scenario, two 1930s detectives are following the trail of a gang of bank robbers and have found one of the suspect's place of employment. We start off with a failed Charm roll that grants 3 IP, demonstrating that Interpersonal skills can be used for investigation just like any other, as long as its in the service of gaining information. The Narrator describes the immediate area, and one of the PCs notes a lack of points of interest (footprints) without needing to roll. The Narrator does not highlight this until the player asks about it, which encourages players to be smart, ask questions, and poke around.

Without giving a play-by-play, we get more investigation rolls demonstrating the various degrees of success for investigation rolls and how they move the narrative along. A Eureka! Point turns the first failed Charm roll into a success, resulting in a climactic moment where hidden compartment underneath a desk is revealed. The PC pushes the desk aside, and there is a note here that even if someone might have difficulty moving this desk in the real world, it is an inappropriate time to call for a roll because failure does not have stakes and would not be interesting (I'm hooting, hollering). Finally, the scene culminates in the beginning of combat as one of the NPCs attempts to stop the investigators in their tracks!

I think the example of play given serves its utility well and shows off the strengths of the sytems. No notes (yet, I might refer back to this later).

#TTRPG #eureka #eureka: investigative urban fantasy #a.n.i.m. #book club #rpg analysis #daily reading

[samioli]

For the fandom ask! 2, 9, and 16!

Hey Grapes!!!! Sorry for the lateish reply <3

2. a headcanon you weren't too sure about at first but have come to like

Okay so. this is gonna sound so funny. When i first came into the fandom, i was a hardcore dom! edgeworth fan. Like i heavily preferred that, but. as you can SEE. SOMETHING HAPPENED THERE DSJKNJDFKSNJFDKS. So i guess to answer the question, the headcanon would be subworth, and like, i remember being like hmmm...about it at first, but now, obviously, i dabble in it a lot, LMAO

9. A ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

Gumworth! I actually used to be iffy on this ship too, nothing morally wrong with it of course, i just thought gumshoe deserved more than someone who treated him so poorly in the games 😭but i def like it now!!

16. A tiny detail in canon you want more people to appreciate

Hmm, i guess like. Maya's issues?? LMAO. like man. she's bound to have SO MANY with everything that's happened in these games. Also like, would really like for people to showcase and see how CLOSE she and phoenix are. sometimes i feel like people push her aside for narumitsu, but like, man. her friendship with nick is just as important!

Thank you so much for the asks, grapes! <3

Love your fandom asks!

#narumitsu #ace attorney #ask game

[yyxandere]

Ok but what if like darling made the yanderes ((from any ace attorney or yakuza character)) the second choice like y'know if darling doesn't get with the first person / first choice they'd go to the yanderes (?) I feel so bad to think of it but like H!$(2)?2{¢ - 🍎 anon

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

🍎Anon, you just love your angst huh😭😭 {{{(>_<)}}}

They would be so devasted, they are willing to bare their entire heart for you, but only when you don't have another choice, always the second, it hurts yet, they are desperate for you and are willing to accept the fact that they are your second choice anything to be with you.

YAKUZA

Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Saejima Taiga, Shimabukuro Rikiya, Makoto Makimura, Reina, Tatsuo Shinada, Kiyomi Kasahara, Ichiban Kasuga, Eri Kamataki, Issie Hoshino,

ACE ATTORNEY

Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Maggey Byrde, Dick Gumshoe, Adrian Andrews, Iris Fey, Apollo Justice, Wocky Kitaki, Vera Misham, Athena Cykes, Juniper Woods, Robbin Newman, Raymond Shields, Sebastian Debeste, Katherine Hall, Espella Cantabella, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, Susato Mikotoba, Rei Membami, Albert Harebrayne,

No. They will not accept this. They ruined people's lives, careers,s and many more just for you, and all they get are you taking them for granted?! Disappointed and rage aren't even enough to tell how much they felt when they found out those facts. No one takes them for granted and that logic also applies to you. They will make you crave for them they will ruin your life, and when you reach rock bottom you will see them as your only choice.

YAKUZA

Akira Nishikiyama (Kiwami), Tachibana Tetsu, Goda Ryuji, Yoshitaka Mine, Takumi Someya, Ryo Aoki, Joon-Gi Han (6), Mitsuru Kuroiwa,

ACE ATTORNEY

Miles Edgeworth, Matt Engarde, Dahlia Hawthorne, Kristoph Gavin, Alita Tiala, Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in, Simon Keyes, Mael Stronghart, Barok Van Zieks.

#✧- ‘ACE ATTORNEY’ ☆ #✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆ #🍎 Anon #WRITERS BLOCK IS KICKING ME IN THE ASS😭😭 #yandere x reader #yandere ace attorney x reader #yandere ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #yandere the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney x reader #yandere yakuza #yandere #x reader #yakuza #yakuza game #yakuza: like a dragon

[twistedtummies2]

Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Number 14

Welcome to A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes! During this month-long event, I’ll be counting my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!

SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “You attacked reason. It’s bad theology.”

Number 14 is…Father Brown.

Originally created by author G.K. Chesterton, Father Brown is one of the most famous detectives in English literature. Having said that, I must immediately make a confession: I’m not THAT well-versed (perhaps surprisingly) with the original “Father Brown” short stories Chesterton wrote. I’ve read some of them; specifically, I’ve now read all the ones collected in the book “The Innocence of Father Brown.” (My favorite is “The Invisible Man,” which, for the record, has absolutely nothing to do with anyone named Griffin). However, beyond that, I’m not especially familiar with the original writing. I also have not seen either of the two English-language film versions I know about (one played by Walter Connolly, another by Alec Guinness), both of which were based on the story “The Blue Cross.” And I should also immediately state that I have seen only one episode of the TV series starring Kenneth More from the 1970s, which I know has been highly lauded in years since.

So…since it seems like I am unfamiliar with nearly EVERYTHING that has brought this character into popular culture…how DO I know Father Brown, and why is he so high on the list? Well, because there is one version of the character and his universe that I am VERY familiar with: the most recent TV series adaptation of the stories, which began in 2013 and is still going strong today (with a new season coming this year). This show, simply and appropriately titled “Father Brown,” stars Mark Williams (whom many may recognize for playing Mr. Weasley in the Harry Potter films). While it frequently changes a LOT from the original Chesterton stories, the show is still EXTREMELY good. In my opinion, it modernizes the stories in a way that is pretty decently handled, so that even if you haven’t read the originals, you can still get a lot out of what’s being given to you. The spirit of Chesterton’s work is still intact. Much of what I say here will be informed by Williams’ portrayal of the character, which is why I wanted to make all this clear right off the bat.

Father Brown is an example of what might be called “the busybody detective,” or even more appropriately “the accidental detective.” What I mean by this is that he’s not in any way officially tied to the police; in fact, the police frequently see him as a nuisance, who gets in the way of their work and often makes them look like fools. He also never makes a career or a proper hobby out of his detective work. Being a detective just…kind of happens to him. Father Brown, on the surface, is a simple and humble local priest; a God-fearing, God-loving man of the cloth who is charitable, good-hearted, and at times seems sort of fumbling and shambolic. He’s not someone, therefore, you’d expect would make a great sleuth.

A great sleuth, of course, is exactly what this mild-mannered Catholic priest is. Father Brown’s rather simple demeanor belies a steely will, an even more steely faith, and a very cunning and alert mind. He typically ends up playing detective not so much out of a desire to one-up the police or some obsessive desire, but simply because he notices something amiss and begins to question why that is. His greatest assets as a sleuth can be summed up as two simple attributes: common sense, and, above all, human empathy. Father Brown doesn’t necessarily look for fingerprints or psychoanalyze criminals like a forensic profiler, but simply notices things that don’t make sense and then tries to make sense of them. He uses his understanding of people’s personalities, looks at their character traits and ideals, and uses them to his advantage; if he feels it isn’t in someone’s nature to shoot in cold blood, he follows his instinct, and he’s usually proven correct. If he sees someone showing some weakness or vulnerability, he latches onto that to try and sway them. He tries to redeem his enemies more often than he tries to ruin them. Contrariwise, this man also knows when NOT to trust people. While he’s noble and forgiving, Father Brown isn’t a pushover. In fact, the Williams version is revealed to be a war veteran; he’s seen some action (and horror) in his lifetime. This, combined with his devotion to the confessional booth, means that he knows very well that people are not perfect. With that said, despite being a religious soul, he isn’t superstitious, and tries to be tolerant of others with different beliefs. In short, Father Brown seems to understand that good people are good people, and tries to find the good in everyone, even those he seeks to defeat. Whether you’re spiritual or not, he’s not only a good detective, but arguably a good role model: I think a lot of us wish we had a Father Brown in our lives.

Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 13!

CLUE: “Are you with me? You might even be way ahead of me.”

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8, 14, 15, 16 for the fandom love ask game (any media you feel like chatting about)

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate

Overall, I just want more Ace Attorney fans to play and appreciate The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles in general. Everyone who plays it seems to enjoy it, but our numbers are small compared to the mainline games. The storytelling and the gameplay is just fantastic in this one and I just want more people to experience it, because it's worth it. It's even more worth it to go through the story completely blind, but even if you do get inevitable spoilers that come from being on the Internet at large, learning the context behind those spoilers is still emotional.

14. the ship that always makes you smile

My feelings about it have been a roller coaster, but I eventually settled on the more positive ones - I adore Wrightworth/Narumitsu. Their interactions in the first trilogy and all the story beats they hit were just amazing. There's a reason they have a lot of fan work and analysis to this day. The foundation is solidly there in the first trilogy and there are many directions people can go from that foundation (whether or not they include the second trilogy is up to them.)

15. the character that always makes you smile

So many of them (in mainline and the spinoffs in Ace Attorney) - but if I picked the first name that came to mind of course it's Miles Edgeworth. He is just everything to me. He's a sassy rival to Phoenix. He's a tortured soul who is haunted by his past. He's a big brother figure to Franziska and Kay. He's got hilarious banter between himself and Gumshoe. And he also won't back down against the truly corrupt and powerful. He's a hero, and icon and he's got style.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

I don't know what makes a detail "tiny" since different people notice different things about stories in general. But I guess I have to talk about Van Zieks here and something I don't see mentioned about him a lot (from my scrolling on Tumblr. This might have been mentioned elsewhere.)

What sets Van Zieks apart from a lot of rival prosecutors in the Ace Attorney series is that he actually doesn't do anything unethical. Yes, he's rude and over the top with his bottle flipping and chalice throwing. And I will not ignore his racism either because it's so in your face from the very first case you encounter him. But he doesn't forge evidence and never even entertains the thought of doing so. He doesn't intimidate witnesses, bribe the judge or try and rule over the courtroom with an iron fist. He never blackmails anyone. And without giving away too many spoilers, there is more to him than being "The Reaper of the Bailey."

So I guess his moral code is what makes me see him as redeemable, as well as his character development in later parts of Chronicles.

There are arguments about whether or not his arc was handled well, but I think it was written decent enough for me to get what it was going for and accept it.

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