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quillquiver · 4 years

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and it’s good

DeanCas coda to 15x19: ‘Inherit the Hearth’

He hasn’t stopped praying.

From an empty world to one filled with people, Dean has gone to his knees every night—on the floor, the gravel, the dirt—and prayed. Head down. Face pressed to his knuckles. Dear Cas…

From each failed plan to their eventual, anti-climactic victory, Dean shares it all. And when it’s all over, when they wake up the morning after with no Jack, no Cas and no world to save, it’s bittersweet. Confusing. Like being released into the wild after living in a cage.

Where does he go from here? What does he do?

What does he want?

Sam doesn’t have a problem finding his own answers, but then again, he never has; he was the one with the life outside The Life: the college boy, the dreamer. Dean… Dean needs some time to adjust. Regroup. Grieve, maybe—whatever the hell that looks like. So, he serves himself a bottle of Jack, grabs a box of Pop Tarts, and makes his way to his recliner. First day of freedom? Dr. Sexy and sweet oblivion sound awesome.

“Hey, uh, what’re you—” Sam cuts himself off, skidding to a halt in the doorway of the Dean Cave. He’s got that pinched look on his face, the one that means: inevitable bitch face, concerned edition. Dean waves him off.

“Chilling out,” he mutters, taking a long pull from the bottle. “Figure I deserve a vacation.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “A vacation.”

“Yeah, genius. A vacation. You know, a little me time?” Dean takes another pull. “You got a problem with that?”

Sam shifts his weight. Frowns at the floor. It’s weird to see him like this; he’s so big, now, but that move is straight out of his teen years—when he’d been gangly and awkward and angry and unsure. He looks up, resolved, and Dean heaves an internal sigh. Whatever the fuck Sam is trying to do, he doesn’t want any part in it.

“What if you come with me?”

“Nope.”

“Dean—”

“Look, Sammy, we fought the big fight, we won, there ain’t nothing left to do,” Dean says reasonably, bitterly, turning back to the DVD menu. “So I don’t wanna go into town, or to the store, or wherever else you’re planning on gallivanting to today. I’m gonna watch my show, drown myself in booze and pass the fuck out, because that is what I’m owed. Capiche?”

“Eileen texted. I’m… I’m going to go get her.”

It’s weird, Dean thinks, how many times a heart can break. He clenches his jaw and swallows the lump in his throat, blinking rapidly. Allows himself a second—one second—of envy and jealousy before he slaps a smile on his face and nods. “Good,” he says. He means it. “You should.”

“So…” Sam trails off.

“So…” Dean echoes.

“…Come with.”

“Sam, I’m not gonna crash your romantic reunion okay? That’s weird.”

“Dean—”

“Sam.” And there’s more that comes out in that word than he ever intended. It hangs heavy in the air between them before dropping to the ground like a stone. Loud. Shattering on impact. Dean thinks his voice might have cracked and his vision is blurring because this pity? This is fucking worse. Shoving a Pop Tart in his mouth, Dean chews with his mouth open in the vain hope that his table manners will prove an adequate distraction, but that shit hasn’t worked for a long time.

It tastes like sawdust.

“Just go,” he says. “You have to go, man.”

It’s as much a plea for his brother as it is for himself, and for one long, terrifying moment Dean thinks Sam’s going to refuse. That he’s gonna be dragged across the country to witness his brother find happiness in a way he will never be able to have.

…But Sam is kind, not cruel, and when those big eyes of his fill with tears, Dean has never been so happy to have given himself up. He watches as his little brother’s shoulders slump. As he readjusts his duffle.

“I’ll be home in two days,” Sam says. “If you’re dead, I’m gonna pissed.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean replies, forcing himself to tease. To be excited. He deserves this. “Go sing in the rain or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Sam volleys back, a smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. He looks so happy, and Dean can’t stop himself from mirroring the expression. It hits him all at once, then—a sucker punch to the gut, the heart—that no matter what, he did right by his little brother. That he’s grown up to be smart, and kind and caring, and now he can be happy. And Dean—Dean’ll figure it out. But Sam’s taken care of and that’s… good. That’s a lot.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Mm.”

“I love you,” Sam says. He’s seven and thirty-seven and Dean feels something inside himself ease and break all at once.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I love you, too.”

Sam grins.

***

There’s no more frozen pizza.

It’s already a fucking travesty that the pizza place doesn’t deliver to their secret underground bunker, but Jack polished off the last two pies—and while it’s a little bit hilarious to think of the ‘New God’ (his kid) scarfing down shitty plain cheese in his pjs, it’s also awful, and painful. So Dean slips on his shoes, grabs his keys, and shoulders on the jacket with Cas’s handprint over his hole-y sleep shirt.

It’s not like he’s sober, but he’s done worse.

It feels like a shitty pizza day, so Dean makes a beeline for the Wal-Mart and its frozen section, stocking up on two of every topping from the cheapest brand they’ve got. He grabs popcorn, chips, twizzlers and margarita mix, because fuck it, and smiles at the cashier. It’s not an epic romantic reunion, but this is what normal people do, right? They take an entire day and wallow without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Dean’s cradling his spoils, twizzler hanging out of his mouth, shuffling out of the garage when—

He freezes.

The kitchen. There’s someone banging around in the kitchen.

Not like aggressively banging—one quick sweep around the area confirms no signs of forced entry—but just like… moving shit. Washing the dishes from this morning, or getting ready to make something new. Dean’s heart is caught between hope and heartbreak and he forces himself towards the latter. It’s probably Charlie, or Bobby or Jody or Donna or, hell, even Jack or Claire. No one else can get in. And if it’s something dangerous… well, Dean doesn’t have a weapon on him, and his damn pizza’s thawing.

But it’s not Charlie or Bobby or Jody or Donna. It’s not Jack. It’s not Claire.

…It’s Cas; freshly showered, dressed in Dean’s fucking clothes, making himself a sandwich.

He’s beautiful. Dean’s shirt—AC/DC, the one with the mustard stain on the collar—is just a little small on him, and he’s humming, and Dean has to blink once twice three times to make sure he’s not a goddamn mirage but no he’s still there, still scooping grape jelly onto the good bread and then putting the dirty spoon on the counter like a friggin’ heathen and—

“Are you gonna wash that?”

It’s sure as fuck not what he’d meant to say, but it gets the job done. Cas drops the spoon—the spoon—and whirls around like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Dean,” he breathes, like Dean’s name is some kind of benediction. Like it’s important.

Dean clutches his groceries tighter to his chest. “A-Are you…?” he asks. Steps forward. Steps back. Stares because he can’t, he can’t— “Are you real?”

Cas is barefoot. He’s quiet when he steps across the linoleum. His hair is turning fluffy where it’s drying and his eyes are blue and bright and he’s a miracle. “I’m real,” he confirms quietly. His hand twitches by his side, and Dean thinks that’s fair. Thinks that he gets that Cas has reservations because of—because.

But they’re unfounded.

Dean drops his spoils because they’re an afterthought; nothing is more important than knowing, than reaching out to touch his fingertips to Cas’s shoulder. To his jaw. He can’t stop the tears from springing to his eyes like he can’t stop himself from laughing. Smiling. And suddenly he has Cas in his arms and he smells like Dean’s soap and Sam’s fancy shampoo, and they’re holding—clutching each other, and Dean turns his head because it has to be now he has to say it now: “Cas, I—”

“I know,” Cas interrupts. “You don’t have to—I know.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, voice high with something like hysteria. The whole thing is so absurd, so insane, so fucked, that it’s all he can do to bury his face in Cas’s neck. To squeeze his eyes shut. To talk. “Well, you’re a friggin’ moron,” he says. “And you got no goddamn idea what you’re talking about, because—because you changed me, too, you dick.” Cas’s fingers dig into Dean’s waist and Dean’s heart pounds like it’s trying to escape and his throat is dry and he’s sweating and he’s gonna be sick, he’s gonna die— “A-And I love you.”

He wrenches himself away, then, glaring like he dares Cas to take the words away from him. “Okay?” he asks, rhetorically. Menacingly. It’s a declaration and a confession and a challenge. And Cas meets his stare unflinchingly. He reaches up to thumb at the wetness on the apple of Dean’s cheek. “Okay,” he says. He nods. Leans in. “Okay.” Their mouths brush. “Good.”

It’s not even a real kiss, so Dean can’t be blamed for how he chases; how he breathes good, in faint agreement like a lovesick fool, and moves until they’re kissing good and proper—slow and sweet and then deep and wet and it’s good, it’s so good, he’s so good.

Later, they’ll have to make every thawed pizza. They’ll drink the margarita mix and share the same popcorn bowl and pay no attention to Dr. Sexy playing in the background. They’ll talk about Chuck and Jack and Sam. They’ll stare. They’ll tease. They’ll flirt.

But for now, Cas twists his hands in Dean’s shirt and Dean buries his hands in dark hair. They pause for breath only to come together, again and again and again.

And it’s good.

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sentient-stove · 4 years

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Ranking every Pixar movie

From worst to best. As an extra challenge, tag five people to do it too. @falling-oceans @sweetkirbi @briefstrangerchild @matchasweettea @tehhappypl-ace

22. The Good Dinosaur: I hate Arlo. As a character, he has no spine, spends most of the film whining about how terrible his life is and then when he finally gets a grip, the movie is over. As for animation, the dinosaurs were too cartoon like to feel right for such a landscape based film. I did like the Pizza Planet truck in the opening scene, ten out of ten for hiding it with the asteroid belt. 21. Monsters University: nothing interesting happened here. Moving on. 20. Finding Dory: sigh. This film was well animated, I love Pixar and water, but most of the stunts felt, too unreal. Where Nemo and Marlin fountain hop was what killed me. I liked Hank, but when the film had him drive a truck with all the fish inside, I gave up. I did like the closure on what happened to the fish from the tank in Australia, but however they got to Cali beats me. It was nice to see Crush again. 19. Cars 2: MATER IS A SIDE CHARACTER. Ok, rant over. I thought it was okay, but still, very disappointing for a Pixar sequel. 18. Cars 3: The trailer was better than the movie. Pixar should have stopped after Cars 2. I personally didn’t care for McQueen’s end paint job. 17. Cars: The idea is nice, the soundtrack is killer, I just don’t like the Cars movies at all. I’m sorry, but McQueen is egotistical and a jerk. Just because he got stuck in Radiator Springs, doesn’t mean he’s got character development. I do however love when he arrives that first night, easily the best five minutes of the movie. 16. Toy Story 4: It felt more like a marketing strategy, rather than a continuation of the Toy Story universe. Forky and his existential crisis is a solid mood. I’ll admit, I walked out halfway through the film, it wasn’t worth my time. I wish that they left it at three movies. 15. Monsters Inc.: I liked the idea of the movie. But, feels like the plot drops too fast and that the resolution drops as well. Mike’s comedy act is game though and Put that thing back or so help me remains one of my favorite things to yell at siblings. 14. Coco: the animation is Gorgeous. I loved this movie when it first came out. The story is beautiful, they handled the villain with grace and it gave me warm fuzzies. However, it’s overplayed. Every family reunion I’ve been out since this film came out, they’ve played this. Stop. I think the songs are okay, but I get tired when they’re stuck in my head. Pixar created a masterpiece that my relations ruined, which is ironic, since the movie is about family. 13. Toy Story 2: they reused the, ‘I’m not a toy!’ plot and that made it tired. I liked Jessie. And the horse licking Cheeto dust off of Al’s fingers. Al looked a bit like my middle school theater teacher, so that made me feel uncomfy. Other than that, decent film. 12. Inside Out: Joy is annoying. The idea is great, although they missed a great pun opportunity with when they had to walk through long term memory. Could have used a memory lane pun. The rest of the puns were amazing and I loved the concept, just wasn’t well executed. 11. Up: I don’t cry during movies (Frozen 2’s show yourself is the exception), so I didn’t really feel upset during the first ten minutes of the film. I love Kevin and Russel’s friendship and then the pleasant surprise that there were baby Kevins. Carl had great character development and I’m grateful Pixar showed real world challenges people go through. 10. Incredibles 2: Voyd is amazing. So is Violet and Dash, I loved the boat, but my favorite part is right before the battle with Screenslaver. You don’t talk, you watch talk shows. You don’t play games, you watch game shows.... The monologue over Elastagirl hunting the big bad gave me literal chills. I would pay to watch this again and again. I loved the limo driver that messed up his line to Frozone as well. And the little girl with the sign at the protest reminded me of similar signs I’ve seen, and made, before. 9. Bug’s Life: Very mature for a Pixar film. Held onto some ideologies I’ve studied and I personally think it’s a lot better than Antz, which took a similar direction but failed. 8. Toy Story: the animation may not have aged gracefully, but for when it hit theaters, it was something the world had never seen before. I love the magic eight ball, the aging of the room was a nice touch and the dog was a riot. 7. Toy Story 3:great finale. Great characters and development and great animation. I love Barbie and that she broke up with Ken instead of just being an airhead of a toy. 6. Finding Nemo: Cinematic masterpiece. Pixar and water is a great combo, and it’s got a great story. 5. The Incredibles: Violet is so relatable. Mirage is awesome, easily the most underrated bad guy to good guy I’ve seen. Mom and Dad hero pair, amazing. Dash running on water, amazing. Violet growing up and saving her brother from the Omnidroid, amazing. Edna Mode voiced by Brad Bird, amazing. This film was incredible. 4. Brave: yes, this movie gets a lot of hate. And I mean a lot. But I’m a sucker for a heroine who takes charge. Merida fights with her mom, we all fight with family and that makes it feel realistic. The music is amazing. Chase the wind is still one of my favorite songs. The will the wisps are accurate to myth and th amount of sheer detail goes unnoticed in this movie. DunBroch, Mordu’s fallen kingdom, the Stonehenge, the sky are all so artfully animated. The witch is an absolute riot and I love her. 3. Onward: DND references everywhere. I love it. Ian Lightfoot is a relatable character with his social anxiety and lists of what he needs to do, and his sacrifice is commendable. Barley is a supportive older sibling and he’s a role model with how he helps his younger brother learn to drive, learn magic and so many other things. The Manticore is excellent and a salty character I live for. The mom is bad a, and I think that it’s amazing she got so much screen time compared to other Pixar moms. Ride of the Valkeryies playing while Barley salutes his van’s final voyage? Tearjerker. The curse beast having the face of the high school’s dragon mural? I was the only one who laughed in the theater I was in. It was relatable and heartfelt, a Pixar masterpiece. 2. Ratatouille: this movie was the start of my love of baking and of Paris. I was young when it came out, but it’s so, so artistic and beautiful. Remy is a well thought out character and having Gusteau as his shoulder angel was amazing. Alfredo Linguini literally means white sauce pasta, but I’ll ignore that. The end with the new restaurant is amazing and Chef Skinner is salty and I like it. 1. WALL.E: space. This was my childhood. I’ve seen this movie maybe upwards of a hundred times. The animation is gorgeous, the characters beautifully scripted. For a movie that has only 22 minutes of speech, it conveys a message far more powerful than any words could. WALL.E is a sunshine child with his hyperfixation on humans and as someone who hyperfixates, this was amazing to see on a big screen. That it was okay to have quirks and unique interests and viewpoints. The spacedance is beyond anything and it still has bits of humor, along with heartwarming scenes and images. EVA fixing WALL.E at the end was painful, and then the Spark bringing back WALL.E’s life was the best ending I could have ever gotten. And his whole goal was just to hold EVA’s hand, it was soooo cute! I might have to revise my list when Soul comes out, but here’s the current!

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hqprotectionsquad · 4 years

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Hi i really like your writing it makes me feel warm and good 💕. And since I like your writing so much I'd like to request a fluffy scenario with bokuto. The reader is a manager and is neighbors with bokuto. She's pinning over bokuto but is some how able to look calm (no blush, no stuttering, ect). One day he's running late and couldn't spike his hair up. Throughput the day she's blushing and stuttering a lot. And my dense boy doesn't understand. When they walk home he questions her about it💫-

💫-the reader isn’t looking at him at him so he tilts her chin up to meet eyes. Once he does the reader panics and blurts out her feelings. Sorry this was kinda long but I would really enjoy this if you made it.

Title: Flat HairShip: Bokuto x ReaderWord Count: 1585Summary: Never did you think you’d be graced with the presence of a flat-haired Bokuto. This much makes you reconsider everything.A/N: thank you so much for this request anonie!!! this was such an awesome request to write so i’m glad you’ve sent it in!

You’ve found that lunchtime is the most convenient time to gossip with your friends. It goes in a circle: first you gossip about the basketball team, then the baseball team, and lastly the volleyball team. You all clump tightly, almost afraid that someone might pick up on the words you let loose.

“Did you see Akaashi at their latest tournament? So hot. I’d risk it all for him,” Kaori tells the group and everyone erupts into laughter. “I’m not kidding! If I could snatch him, I would, but for now, I’m just gonna keep wearing short skirts in hopes that he’ll look underneath.”

Nobody is surprised by her statement; Akaashi is Kaori’s latest flavor but they are shocked that he’s the boy she’s talked about the most. Not that he really pays attention to anything other than volleyball, but it’s her thought that counts.

You’ve become immersed in your food. It would be nice if you had someone, but it’s not your greatest priority. “What about you, (Y/N)? When are you finally going to confess to Bokuto?”

That juice box you’ve been slurping from suddenly doesn’t taste as great, but you force it down. You’d rather it in your stomach rather than blazing purple on you and your friends. “That’s not happening,” you chuckle with a shake of your head. “If anything happened, how would I be able to live next to him and be the manager of their team? So I’m not taking any chances.”

“Yeah, but you like him so much! Though you never really see it on your face. You’re so good at faking it because you never blush at all! Whenever I see some boy from the baseball team, my face is a rose garden,” Akari chips into Kaori’s argument while she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. The things these girls would do for any boy are endless.

“That’s the exact reason: I like him so much and for so long that it stopped being a surprise. It’s kind of sad, but I’ve suppressed my feelings for so long and I think I’d rather be close friends with him than anything—”

“Hey girls! Do you think I could steal (Y/N) for a second?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, as hot as he is. Bokuto slings an arm around your shoulders with a grin that can blind anyone. The girls nod their heads furiously, because you can’t really say no to the ace of Fukurodani.

“She’s all yours, Bokuto!” Akari exclaims with a thumbs-up.

“Thanks! She’ll be back real quick, safe and sound.”

You’ve been whisked away enough times to not think much of it. When you’re with Bokuto, even the simplest things can be romanticized, but that’s just his nature. He’s just lovely like that.

“So what’s up?” You ask once he’s stopped ten meters away from the rest of your friends. It’s been ages since you’ve trained yourself in maintaining eye contact, and if you have to say so yourself, you’re pretty much a pro now.

“Nothing much, I just have a game plan for later tonight.”

“Later tonight?” Your eyes scan across your mental calendar in confusion. “What did we plan for tonight?”

“You were going to help me with my project after practice, remember?” Bokuto’s eyebrow raises. “You never forget things, (Y/N). Are you feeling well?” He places the back of his palm to your forehead, but you swat his hand away.

“I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me,” you assure him with a pat on his shoulder. “So what was your plan?”

“After practice, just come over to my house and keep me awake. And help me with the project of course. But mostly keep me awake.” Bokuto grins.

“Alright,” you mutter begrudgingly. “You owe me though.”

“Of course! Anything you want, just say the word and it’s yours.”

“You’ve said that every single time you owe me, and yet you still haven’t repaid me,” you bait with a small smile.

“That’s wrong! I repay you all the time!” Bokuto’s bottom lip juts out in a frown.

“Sure.” You point an eyebrow at him but laughter spills out of your mouth. “You do, I’m just joking. I’ll see you later, okay?” For once, you take the advice of your boy-crazy friends. You pivot on your toes and leave him in your dust.

“We see you, (Y/N)!” The girls squeal once Bokuto finally picks his jaw off of the ground and goes away.

“What can I say? I learned from the best.”

After practice, Bokuto treats you to coffee from the vending machines—so much for being paid back—and whenever you attempt to start a conversation, you bite on your tongue. There’s no need for you to become needy or clingy, so there’s just silence brewing between your two bodies.

The coffee’s effects were ephemeral on your systems because by the end of the night, you are just about to knock out on Bokuto’s bed. “Will you be able to finish?” You ask between yawns.

“Yeah, I should be able to. Thanks for your help, (Y/N). You mean the world to me.” Bokuto’s lips are no match to the soft bubbles of laughter flowing out.

He must be delirious from exhaustion. “I’m going to head out before I sleep on your bed. I’m leaving a thank-you note for your mom.”

“She loves those. I wish you have some to me too.” The owl doesn’t appear to be nocturnal from this image before you because it looks like he’s on the last threads of existence.

“C'mon, let’s get you into bed.” You pull on his arm and he swings back like a rag doll.

“Help me, help me,” he mutters. “(Y/N), you’re so pretty.”

You can hardly contain the bubbles in your stomach, but his words are just a mirage simply voiced out loud. “Bokuto, I won’t be able to go home if you don’t cooperate.”

His arms are loopy but he makes it underneath the covers. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he babbles as you go out on a limb and stroke his hair before you go downstairs, place your shoes on your feet, and leave into the night. The sky welcomes you into its blanket of stars when you stare at the constellations forming above your head. Something tells you, from this large expanse, that there will be more to come.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Fuck!” Bokuto’s voice is loud enough to be heard throughout the entire block. You suppose that it is an appropriate reaction, seeing as you are already at his doorstep twenty minutes before you’re supposed to be in your homeroom. Bokuto’s usually the one to be at your doorstep, but waiting ten minutes is even pushing it for someone like him, so you went over to his house.

Bokuto’s uniform and tie are disheveled and once he chokes down his piece of bread, he spits out an apology. “(Y/N)! I’m so sorry, I couldn’t wake up today because I was busy finishing the project until 2 in the morning and then I couldn’t do my hair—”

Holy mother of goodness gracious. You’ve stopped listening because the moment your eyes laid on the silver and black strands of his hair, you could barely blink and breathe.

“Are you okay? You’re getting incredibly red. I’ll get you some water if you want.”

You bury your chin into your chest. This should be absolutely illegal. For as long as you’ve been neighbors, there was not a single day where his hair wasn’t pin-straight up and defying gravity. Now, Bokuto looks like a completely different person with his hair flat against his forehead. For all the days you’ve been training yourself to be Bokuto-immune, this is the day where you crack down the middle.

“Look at me, (Y/N). You don’t look well,” he says while tilting up your chin with a knuckle and this is where you break. His eyes are so earnest and kind. How can you pretend anymore when he shows all he has?

“Bokuto, I like you a lot. I just had to say it.”

You don’t even see his reaction because you’re speed walking off of his stoop and making your way to school.

“(Y/N)! Wait up!”

Soon enough, his figure graces your presence and his strides adjust to yours—not that it’s much to adjust to your smaller figure. The sun is in your eyes but you don’t need it to know that while he’s walking, Bokuto’s also trying to look to you for some kind of signal, some kind of sign.

You stop in your tracks and let down your arms in exasperation. “God, Bokuto, we’re already late and I already said what I needed to say and I know you don’t think of me that way, so can we just get to school?” Pain pricks your eyes and your heart and your stomach, all your weak spots, just trying to stand next to him. What happened to the girl yesterday, who controlled her feelings so well? What happened to you?

“No! (Y/N), you didn’t even let me speak!” Bokuto exclaims. “Hey, you know this isn’t fair! I think you’re awesome and I like you too!” Now it’s him who can’t look you in the face. This ace, who is used to riling up a crowd after a great play, can’t look you in the eyes. Bokuto takes you by the hand and starts running. “C’mon, let’s just go to school and figure this all out later.”

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grailfinders · 4 years

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Fate and Phantasms #5: Nero Claudius

Today’s servant build is the glorious emperor of our beloved Roma, Nero Claudius! Nero only has two rules:

1. You do whatever you want

2. You look sexy as hell doing it.

Her spreadsheet is over here, and details are under the cut.

Background and Race

It’s a common mistake, but despite Nero’s incredibly good looks she is not a goddess, but in fact a Human, giving her +1 to all stats. She’s also “only” a Noble. We all have to make sacrifices. This gives you proficiency in History and Persuasion, as well as a Position of Privilege, making it easier for you to score an audience with other, less powerful nobles.

As always, we’re using the standard array, but feel free to roll if you want to. Put your highest score in Charisma, you’re the epitome of beauty, and depending on the writer everyone loves you.

Follow this with Dexterity. Stumbling doesn’t look good, and you’re all about looking good.

Next is Intelligence. You’re flighty, not stupid.

Then is Constitution. You’re not “Thicc”, to borrow modern parlance, but you’ve got curves where you need them.

Our neutral score goes into Strength. Muscles aren’t beautiful, but you don’t need them anyway.

Finally, dump Wisdom. Like I said, you’re flighty. Very, very flighty.

Class Levels

1. In case the opening didn’t clue you in, you’re a Bard. This gives you proficiency in Light Armor, Simple Weapons, Hand Crossbows, Long and Shortswords, rapiers, and three instruments of you choice. You also gain proficiency in any three skills, so pick out Acrobatics so you can add some fancy footwork to your attacks, Animal Handling because all the lions in the Colosseum love you, and Performance, because you are the best singer you know. You also get proficiency in Dexterity and Charisma saves.

At first level, you gain Bardic Inspiration, letting you use a bonus action to give a die (currently a d6) to another creature. Within 10 minutes, that creature can roll that die and add the roll to an ability check, saving throw, or attack roll. These dice can’t stack, and they have to be used before a success or failure is declared. You can hand out a number of dice equal to your Charisma mod each long rest. Let no one say you’re not generous.

You also gain Spellcasting, using your Charisma as the spellcasting ability. You start with two cantrips and four first level spells. Pick up Friends to improve your social standing and Prestidigitation, because clouds of rose petals should always announce your arrival, and buying real ones that often is a pain.

For first level spells, Charm Person and Animal Friendship ensure your beauty can be appreciated by all the creatures of Rome. Get Unseen Servant, because nobody should have to pour their own wine, and Cure Wounds, to patch up party members those few times you aren’t perfect.

2. At second level, bards gain Jack of All Trades, adding half your proficiency to any ability check that doesn’t use it. Notably, this includes initiative, so don’t forget how awesome you are.

You also gain Song of Rest. You can now add a d6 to any healing done on a short rest.

Grab Dissonant Whispers as well. Your musical skill is so prodigious even your enemies will rush off to tell the world!

3. At third level, you enter the College of Swords, gaining proficiencies in medium armor and the scimitar. You can also use your weapon as a spellcasting focus. You gain a fighting style, Dueling, which gives you +2 to melee damage rolls while only holding a one-handed weapon.

You also learn Flourishes, maneuvers you can add to your normal attacks. Whenever you attack, you gain 10′ of movement speed that turn, and on a hit you can spend an inspiration die to add a flourish to that attack. You get three options, all of which also add the roll to your original attacks damage: Defensive Flourish: Add the roll to your AC until the start of your next turn. Slashing Flourish: Deal the roll in damage to another creature within 5′ of you. Mobile Flourish: Push the creature the roll + 5′ away from you. You can then move to an empty square next to them, preferably dashing through them during the attack.

You gain second level spells this turn, so it’s time to gain your Imperial Privilege, a.k.a. Enhance Ability. This spell grants advantage on any one kind of ability check to a willing creature (i.e. you), and has additional effects if you choose Constitution (2d6 temporary HP), Strength (2x carrying capacity), or Dexterity (No fall damage under 20′). Between this and Jack of All Trades, you can suddenly decide to be really good at pretty much any skill.

You also gain expertise, doubling your proficiency in Performance and Persuasion.

4. At fourth level, bards receive an Ability Score Improvement. Put yours into Dexterity and Constitution.

You’ll also get Pyrotechnics, because making the perfect entrance is always your highest priority.

5. At fifth level, you become even more inspiring as all your inspiration dice become d8s. You also become a Font of Inspiration, regaining all Inspiration dice on short rests. Grab Major Image so you can create a whole entourage to follow you around.

6. At sixth level, you get Countercharm. Now you can put on a performance to help your friends avoid being frightened or charmed. As a part of the College of Swords, you also gain an Extra Attack. Unfortunately, you can only use one flourish per turn, but you do get the extra movement. Take Hypnotic Pattern to awe the world with your artistry!

7. At seventh level, grab Freedom of Movement. You’re not the kind of woman to get tied down, figuratively or literally.

8. At eighth level, put your Ability Score Improvement into Charisma for more inspiration and higher spell saves. Also, grab Charm Monster. More of the world becomes an audience for your art!

9. Ninth level bards get a boost to their song of rest, turning it into a d8. Grab Hold Monster for your next spell to ensure a receptive audience.

10. At tenth level, your inspiration dice become d10s. You gain more Expertise, this time in Acrobatics and Animal Handling. This is mostly because the only other skill you have proficiency in is History, and that’s boring.

You’re also privy to Magical Secrets, spells from any caster class, and another cantrip. Grab Elemental Weapon to make your sword as beautiful as you are, Thaumaturgy for even more bombastic entrances, and Vicious Mockery, because the only thing worse than a smug anime girl is a smug anime girl laughing at you.

11. Grab Mass Suggestion, a.k.a. the best explanation for Septem.

12. Use another Ability Score Improvement to max out Charisma. Now you’re almost as charming as you think you are!

13. You get another boost to Song of Rest, turning it into a d10. Grab Mirage Arcane for this level’s spell, letting you build the Golden Theatre yourself! It will still be a couple levels before you can pull off your Noble Phantasm properly, though.

14. When you graduate from the College of Swords, you learn a Master’s Flourish, letting you use flourishes without spending inspiration dice. The drawback is you can only use them for free as a d6. You also get more Magical Secrets. Grab Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion for some well deserved R&R, and Steel Wind Strike so you can weave through the barbarian hordes with grace and dignity.

15. At fifteenth level, your bardic inspiration grows to d12, further empowering your friends and yourself. You also grab a new spell Glibness, meaning charisma checks basically don’t exist for you any more.

16. You get another Ability Score Improvement for Dexterity, making you more graceful than ever before.

17. Your final improvement for Song of Rest turns it into a d12 as well. You also grab Foresight as your ninth level spell, granting you advantage in almost everything you do. 11 minutes of prep time is a far cry from one NP animation, but it’s still really impressive.

18. You get a final round of Magical Secrets. Grab Mass Heal to help out the rest of your party, and Wish, because you deserve it for helping out your party with that mass heal thing. Go on, have a little causality reversal, as a treat.

19. Use your last Ability Score Improvement for Constitution for better health and concentration.

20. Finally, you get Superior Inspiration. Whenever combat starts, you’ll never be without at least one inspiration die.

Pros: You have Wish. More seriously, like most bards you have pretty much zero issue charming your way out of anything that isn’t straight combat with a paladin, whether that’s magically or just laying on the schmooze. You’re not tough enough to be on the front lines that long, but you don’t need to be. You have plenty of ways to dart in, hit someone to get more movement, then dart back out. If you know a big fight is coming, you can always set up your own personal arena and hold an impromptu Nerofest on their asses.

Cons: Your wisdom save is terrible, and there’s not much you can do about that if you get ambushed. You may be the master of charm, but you’re also the master of getting charmed. Plus putting all your spells into charms and the like means your ability to heal the party is weaker than other bards. Plus, if you actually try to do everything with liberal uses of Enhance Ability on just yourself, the party may not like you that much.

#fgo #fate grand order #Nero Claudius #DnD #fate and phantasms

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RWBY Volume 7, Episode 7 Visual Review (Spoilers)

I have been lurking around RWBY tumblers for some time so I thought it was time to join the convo. If you want to see a review and pics of Ep. 7 click below.

The good:

1. Characters that are done right.

a. Ironwood- Tin Man was so greatly written this episode, second to Nora. We got a lot of anger, desperation, and even PTSD from him. He shows symptoms of PTSD with reasonable triggers- seeing the monitors causes him to flash back to the Queen logo that Salem taunted him with at Beacon. I also like his internal conflict about having morals and humanity because he wonders if it disadvantages him versus Salem. It’s an interesting angle to take and hopefully will be explored more hopefully without having him go fully off the deep end.

b. Nora- She is MVP of the episode. I appreciate how much she cares for marginalized people and she confronts Ironwood in a really brave and logical way. However, I didn’t like how Ruby literally tacks onto the end (putting her hand on Nora’s shoulder to add “this plays into Salem’s hand”). Nora did all of the heavy lifting but Ruby tried to step in with her cliché “I’m the protagonist and have to make my speech seem leveled and calm so you trust me” bit. I’m glad it didn’t work and Ironwood pressed on with his orders.

c. Bumblebee- I appreciate Blake and Yang actually getting some screen time to TALK and flesh out their relationship. Clearly killing Adam is weighing on Blake and it was nice to see her bring it up, as well as express her frustration with doing things that, while good intentioned, aren’t right to her. It’s nice to see Yang is open to taking a different path after Blake confronted her. This was a nice issue that they talked through to advance and grow as a fledgling couple.

This has been a big annoyance I had with the Blake and Yang pairing: they had SO MANY issues after V3 that never was addressed. With how angry and betrayed Yang was, the writers built up the feeling that there would be a pretty epic fight between them for TWO volumes and it didn’t pay off. They just literally ignored it like it never happened and went straight into giving each other flirt eyes and going on dates. I hope this is intentional, that they are ignoring and repressing their issues and problems for them to blow up later but I doubt it. But this episode is a step in the right direction for establishing an actual relationship between two complicated characters.

2. Story and lore done right.

a. Penny- The writers did a good job of writing themselves OUT of a corner with Penny. I always thought Penny would come back because she’s a robot, but I also understood how fans felt like it a cheap ploy to hit people emotionally only to basically retcon it away. HOWEVER, the reveal that Pietro’s aura is used to create Penny each time, and he doesn’t have any more to give is interesting and a really effective way to explain why she did come back, but also why it is not an unlimited plot button they can keep pressing.

That being said the line about him not having any more aura to give Penny gives me huge death flags for her. Unfortunately, if she dies again it won’t have the same impact. Sure it’ll be the “for realsies last time” she dies, but since we already went through that it won’t matter the same way it did before. If anything, I hope they turn the death flags on their head a little bit and kill off Pietro. Not that I WANT to see him die, but *if* someone has to for the story, Pietro dying will put a whole new layer of complication into Penny’s existence and make it feel like there are stakes to Penny’s life again.

The Bad:

1. Story stuff done wrong.

a. You tease- Once again we ended on a cliffhanger last episode that teases combat but doesn’t deliver. It would have been nice to see them help Mantle but with the reception of a very hostile Mantle citizenry.

b. Mantle- Speaking of Mantle, an ongoing annoyance I have with this season is the lack of misery in Mantle. They keep talking about how miserable and struggling it is, but whenever they show shots of Mantle, it just looks like a city. It may not look like the nicest parts of a city, but it’s lacking the Misery factor. Maybe show abandoned or crumbling buildings, people en masse living on the streets, etc. Also having more shots in the day where you can see the bleak and sad nature would be nice.

2. Character stuff done wrong.

a. Happy Huntresses- Robyn’s crew have awesome semblances and work in connection with one another- with one girl who can create a mirage to cover their heists and Fiona who can apparently zap away all of the goods into her black hole hand?! OMG! Robyn’s lie detector semblance is neat, but doesn’t really fit with her heist team and it shows with how she just stands to the side and watches everyone else working, or she just yells orders at people. Speaking of Robyn...

b. Robyn the Edgelord- I am having a really hard time liking her, with her smarmy attitude and pithy little nicknames for everyone like Fistacuffs, and Pipsqueak and Wags. Is she SUPPOSED to seem douchey? I was hoping for a Dolores Huerta-infused Robin Hood: someone with a passion for assisting the marginalized with a quick but powerful way of conveying her message but instead she’s just kind of a snarktopus.

c. Ren the bummer- When did he become so Emo and angsty? He went from calm, zen ninja to hyper-antsy, wannabe Ace op kinda out of nowhere. Why? They keep making him turbo annoying without any reasoning, and then they cop-out of an explanation when Nora asks what’s wrong by having him say “I’m not good at talking.” They need to address this quick before it drags too long.

d. Voice acting issues- Is Barbara’s voice acting is getting worse, or is the evolving tone of her character a bad fit? She was great as fun-loving party Yang in volumes 1-3, but all of the dramatic dialogue has been awkward and filled with pauses between words. I think Barbara equates dramatic performance with dramatic pauses. For instance, the line, “We did…….what we had to do,” and in episode 3 when talking about lying to Ironwood she says “Can we….talk about that again?” And two seconds later says “How did Oscar feel about that” in such a robotic tone it was jarring. No one talks like this. Are you forgetting the words you’re about to say as you say them?! What is happening?! I think Arryn does a good job at dramatic acting so the directors know what it sounds like. It’s getting distracting, especially with other talented deliveries in the show.

3. Thoughts for the next episodes:

a. It’s interesting that Qrow explicitly mentions that Atlas is Salem’s next target. With knowledge beforehand will it mean Atlas’ fate will be different than Beacon? (spoiler: Probably not).

b. The Dinner with Jacques will be the perfect time to finally see Willow Schnee, and I hope they don’t blue balls us on this one, too. We could see her forced into the role of political wife, probably even more despondent and desperate than before.

#rwby vol7 #rwby #robyn hill #bumblebee #rwby spoilers #rwby bumblebee #nora valkyrie #ruby rose

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Lupus: The Lost Celestial Spirit

This one-shot was a written collab between me and @mirage-05 and is part of a future long fanfic centering the Sabertooth guild.

Rin is @mirage-05‘s OC and is currently the same age as Wendy Marvell, thus making her Sabertooth’s youngest mage!

Feedback is appreciated!

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"Absolutely not." Sting's voice echoed in his office as he held a piece of paper in his hand, a job request to be more specific. "You are not going on this job alone, Yukino."

The white haired mage sighed, when she came to his office to show what new job she was going to take, Yukino hadn't really come for an approval, she couldn't even understand why the Master was denying it in the first place! The request clearly stated the of help of a Celestial Spirit Mage was needed given that the cause of the request in the first place was a Celestial Spirit gone wild.

"Sting-sama, I'm afraid I can't deny this job. A Celestial Mage is needed and I am one as you know."

"To take care of a Celestial Spirit gone wild, the job isn't just for one person!"

Yukino arched an eyebrow. "I appreciate your concern but I can take care of myself..."

"Take Rogue with you. Or at least Orga or Rufus!"

"Sting-sama... they've all gone on jobs..."

"Well then wait until someone comes back."

Sighing was all Yukino could do to not throw her hands up in exasperation - which was saying something because she wasn't the type to have an outburst -. But Sting-sama's attitude - and the implication that she couldn't handle a job herself, no matter how dangerous it is - was really starting to get to her. "So are you suggesting we leave that town to its own until I can find someone to go with me? Allow me to say this is not you Master."

Sting was about to say something more, but the Celestial Mage could see the warring emotions on his face clear as crystal. Of course this didn't fit in with the blond's sense of righteousness.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Seeming to be relieved to have a break, Sting spoke without looking up. "Come in."

"Sting-n... I mean Master, I was wondering..." Rin cut her rambling short when she saw Yukino already in the room, and the wondrous look that she seemed to always have around her settled on her features as well as a bright smile. "Oh, hi, Yuki-nee."

Yukino just simply waved her hand at the young girl, giving her a soft smile before turning to face her Master again with a serious face, hands on her hips.

"Well Master? I believe I can't wait much longer while that poor village is haunted by that spirit."

Sting rubbed his gloved hands on his face in frustration, maybe he was passing off the wrong idea, he knew Yukino could do jobs on her own but the idea of her facing a wild spirit - he had never heard of such a thing before - just made him think of all the possible and worst outcomes.

"Can you at least take Rin with you then?"

The Celestial Mage blinked, taken aback. "Rin?" Or had she misheard? Sting-sama didn't want to send her on what supposedly was a dangerous mission, but he was okay with sending their youngest mage with her?

"I'm going on a mission with you?! Awesome!" The young girl chimed in excitedly, apparently oblivious to the slight tension between them.

Hearing the enthusiasm in her voice, Yukino couldn't help but smile. Well... it was the Master's problem if he wanted to keep worrying about it. She wasn't going to treat another guild member the way she didn't like to be treated. "Gladly." she said firmly, an unwavering look in her eyes as she locked eyes with the Dragon Slayer. Then she turned back to face the girl. "Let's go then, shall we?"

"Yukino" Sting's voice stopped them just before they reached the door. "Be careful."

There was a warning in the brown eyes now as Yukino looked over her shoulder to him. "With all due respect, Master, we are Sabertooth Mages, not babies. We will handle this."

"We will be fine, so don't worry, 'kay?" Rin said with a big grin.

The way Yukino looked at him nearly made him sweat, and that was saying something, Sting wasn't a person that easily felt scared or worried. He couldn't help but let out a sigh before he sat back again on his chair, returning to the immense paperwork he had to deal with but still his mind kept wandering to the two girls he had just allowed to go on a dangerous mission.

...

Yukino watched as Rin happily jumped around as they made their way towards the train station, although she didn't mind much taking the girl with her on this mission and yet she was still a bit saddened with Sting-sama’s earlier attitude, did he really think she couldn't take care of this situation on her own? Did he think she was that weak that she always needed someone to accompany her on a mission, even more a mission that requested the usage of her own kind of magic?

If that was how he felt then why would he even invite her back to the guild in the first place?

"Our train leaves in twenty minutes." her companion announced, giving her the ticket she had just bought. Yukino couldn't help but notice how truly happy she looked... and she couldn't help her mood lifting up slightly at the sight of it.

"You seem to be in good spirits today, Rin-chan."

"Well, I get to see you in action, don't I?" the girl said, rubbing her hands together. "I just can't wait to reach the town."

"U-umm... yeah..." the Celestial Mage said, now feeling a little awkward. Rin seemed to be pretty much the only one in the guild who truly believed in her powers... though Yukino didn't know why. This was their very first mission together and the girl hadn’t seen her in action yet.

"Don't mind what Sting-nii said. I know we'll ace this mission."

She wasn't really sure about that anymore... when she first saw the mission requesting specifically for Celestial Spirit Magic to solve the situation, Yukino had actually got enthusiastic about it but now that mood was completely gone.

But so not to break the girl's good spirits, Yukino just nodded and gave her a small smile.

The trip on the train wasn't that long, just about thirty minutes and during the whole trip Yukino had sat down listening to Rin talking about how excited she was with this job and especially how she couldn't wait to see the Celestial Mage kicking the Spirit's butt and recapturing it.

While listening to the girl, Yukino had started thinking herself how they would deal with the Spirit, it would probably be easier if they found the Spirit's key but first of all she would need to find out the reason why the Spirit had gone wild in the first place.

"Rin-chan, can you tell me more about your powers?" It wasn't just for the mission's sake that she wanted to know about it, she was genuinely curious as she hadn't seen their youngest mage's abilities yet.

"I use Light Magic. Its actual name is Aurora Borealis though." The girl cocked her head to a side as she thought of how best to explain what her magic could do. "Mainly it gives me maximum speed, and I can create some illusions with it. The illusions are short-timed though... effective for about fifteen minutes." Her shoulders slumped then and she averted her eyes. "I'm sorry... I really don't know any offensive spells."

Yukino, on her end, was intrigued by what she told. "No, I think it's an interesting magic. And there are a lot of supportive magic users who do great things." She felt the need to reassure the girl... if anything, in her eyes, no one should feel insecure about their magic.

"Oh I know." Rin's smile was back on. "My friend Wendy is one of them."

Yukino smiled at the mention of the young Fairy Tail girl, it hadn't been that long since they parted ways with the guild but she kind of missed talking to her fellow Celestial Spirit Mage, Lucy. Maybe she would know how to solve this job easily but right now she wouldn't have the time to go to Fairy Tail and then return to the endangered village.

They would have to figure it out by themselves.

...

The two girls soon reached the village and the further they went into the path that led to said place, the more evident the destruction became. Trees completely scratched, some destroyed, even rocks. Just what kind of Spirit was this?

"Hello?" Yukino's voice echoed at the entrance of the village. "Is anyone here? We are mages from Sabertooth, we've come to deal with the Spirit." she announced. The village's appearance was actually giving her chills.

Rin looked through the destroyed trees, longer than Yukino would think necessary, as if she was searching for something. But just when the white haired mage was about to say something, the girl turned to her. "Its trail goes all the way to the caves up in those mountains." she said confidently as she pointed to said caves. "I don't know why it laid off from the village but..."

"Wait, hold on for a second," Yukino said, blinking in confusion. "You... can you track the Spirit?" How was that even possible, with Rin not being a Celestial Mage...

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell! This is another thing I can do with my magic... Using the light particles people or creatures leave behind... I can track them. And since this is a Celestial Spirit... it left a lot of those behind."

"Wow..." was all Yukino could say. Now she was impressed.

"I'm sorry..." Rin said again, her head hanging low. "It's just that... it was something my father taught me..."

"Why are you apologising Rin-chan?" Yukino asked as she bent down slowly to reach the girl's height before patting her head softly. "That's an amazing magic that you have there."

Rin couldn't help the light blush that made its way to her cheeks, then she looked up at the woman in front of her and gave her a big smile. "T-Thank you Yuki-nee." she might not say it out loud just yet but... Yukino was her hero so receiving a compliment from her meant a lot to Rin, more than what anyone could ever imagine.

"Now let's go find some villagers."

"Yes!" the girl said eagerly, and without waiting for an answer, led the way to the village. She wasn't going to fail Yukino in this mission, no matter what.

...

In the meantime, Sting just wasn't able to sit still in his office.

He still had a big pile of paperwork waiting in the office - honestly, what wouldn't he give to burn all that paperwork now - but he couldn't concentrate on them at all. He had constantly found himself pacing in the main hall, or outside for a walk... and now he was at the guild bar, supposedly deciding for a drink - although the barmaid had asked him twice already what he wanted -.

Just then... the one person he had been waiting for walked into the guild, and the blond couldn't help but pull a big grin. "Rogue! Just the person I was looking for!"

"No." That was Rogue's flat out answer while keeping his dull look; Frosch cuddled in his arms was happily waving at Lector.

Sting, at his companion's answer, raised an eyebrow. "What? I didn't even ask anything yet!"

"The answer is still no." The Shadow Dragon Slayer bent down and allowed Frosch to go to her fellow Exceed, then returned to face the White Dragon Slayer who was now pouting.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!"

"Something stupid I'm sure." He looked into his pocket and took out a paper, handing it to Sting. "The job was completed with success, although they could have used both Dragon Slayers to make things faster Master." why was everyone putting such an ironic tone today when addressing him with his Master title?

"See, that's my problem!" Sting said immediately, catching up on his friend's hint. "I need to go on this job but-"

"Need to?" Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you have some... important business to do, which was why you didn't come with me on this job?"

Good point. The Light Dragon Slayer tried to keep his face neutral. When Rogue asked him earlier, he just didn't feel like going on that job and he had been evasive. Instead, he had goofed off the whole day and only remembered the documents he had to sign later...

"B-but this is urgency!" he blurted out finally.

"Uh-huh." His friend didn't look the least bit impressed. "How is all the paperwork going?"

"They are being done." Now his grin turned sheepish. "...some help would be great though."

"Remind me again, why are you the Master and why is it me who ends up doing the paperwork instead of you?"

"That's... not entirely true, I also do paperwork!" and yet again Rogue raised his eyebrow which made the Light Dragon Slayer grumble. "Okay fine you do most of it."

He heard Rogue sigh audibly and could've sworn that a 'God give me patience' came out from his mouth as a mumble but just this time he decided to ignore it, after all he really reeeeally needed Rogue's help.

"What did you do this time?"

"Nothing! It's just uh..." he scratched his cheek while sweating. "Yukino and Rin went together on a job to hunt down a wild Celestial Spirit."

Rogue crossed his arms while he waited for him to say something more... which was obviously not gonna happen. "So? I fail to see the problem here."

"C'mooon Rogue," as usual when words were not enough to express how he felt, Sting threw up his hands. "I'm talking about a dangerous wild spirit here! Think about the many problems it could cause-"

"Which I know Yukino can handle on her own." the black haired man said, decidedly not commenting on the Celestial Mage's companion. "You should learn to trust your fellow mages to handle a job."

"What do you want me to do, beg or something?"

"It would certainly be fun to watch." Rogue said with a crooked smile. "But instead of doing that, why don't you go complete the paperwork so maybe you can catch up to them, idiot?"

Sting gave him a pout. "Well...can you help me?"

"Oh, I don't know, I have important business to take care of my own." He was so enjoying this that the glare he earned from his fellow Dragon Slayer didn't make him flinch, not even a little.

"Rogue..."

The Shadow Dragon Slayer rolled his eyes. "You're so helpless god. Fine I'll help...again."

"You are the b-"

"Don't even say those words if you are not meaning them." Rogue didn't know whether to get pissed or actually feel relieved that Sting didn't attempt to continue the phrase after his warning, so he just sighed again. "By the way, I hope for your sake that you didn't make Yukino feel like she couldn't handle the job on her own."

"Wha- nah, I'm sure she wouldn't take my words like that." Sting said confidently, which made Rogue wonder - for the millionth time - how his friend could be so oblivious sometimes.

"Well then, get going why don't you?"

...

It hadn't been easy to find villagers. The people had been hiding in their homes, too afraid to come out even with the Spirit nowhere in sight and their calling voices. Finally one had been daring enough to welcome them... and it didn't take the two girls long to realize that this villager was a key part of the puzzle.

"I see..." Yukino couldn't help the sad tone in her voice. "Its previous owner was killed in a battle... in this town..."

"It wasn't our fault though...!" The villager was quick to say it. "The owner of that spirit was doing what you are right now... they were completing a job which consisted in capturing a mage bandit... but things happened and I guess that Celestial Spirit blames us for the death of its owner."

"We are really desperate miss!" Another villager said. "Please, you've got to help us...!"

Yukino nodded without hesitation. "This is why we came for. Don't worry, we will deal with this Spirit, but first there are a few things that we need to know. Do you know where the key of this Spirit is at the moment?"

The villager they were first talking to shook his head "No, not at all. I can only assume it's probably lost somewhere in the place its owner died, if the river didn't take it away that is but nobody ever dared go find it."

A third villager approached the first one, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "Oijiro-san... we must retire to our houses soon... the sun is setting..."

The man's eyes widened in surprise and they moved to look at the mountains where the setting sun could be seen. "Mages you must hurry, the creature comes out at night."

After reassuring the men that they would solve the issue as soon as possible, Yukino and Rin walked out of the house. The Celestial Mage looked thoughtful and... sad as many thoughts rambled around her head. The Spirit had lost its owner not too long ago... and apparently it had a great bond with them. As much as she wanted to wrap this up quickly for the sake of this town, it also pained her heart that she would basically have to force her will on the spirit too soon...

She turned to her companion when they reached the town center. "We need a plan."

"Umm..." The girl bit her lip. "I think I have an idea..."

"Oh? Do tell." The white haired mage was rather interested.

"Well you need to find the key right? I can distract the Spirit and get it out of town while you do that."

"Hmm..." It wasn't a bad idea actually, but Yukino didn't want the girl to be in trouble. Yet earlier the girl mentioned that her magic allowed her to move really fast, maybe it was worth the risk... "Alright but if anything wrong happens just use your magic to send me a sign and I will come."

Rin smiled big and nodded as the two wandered inside the forest. Yukino took out the Pisces key and summoned the Spirit.

"Pisces, please help me track down the key. The villagers said it would probably be by the river."

"Wow," Rin said, her eyes huge and admiring as she watched the Fish Spirits dive into the river. She knew she didn't have much time for that, though, since the sun's last rays were filtering down on them. "Well, see you later then, Yuki-nee. Let's do our best."

"Yeah." Yukino smiled at her. "Good luck."

And with that Rin was off, following the trail she had seen before to the caves. It wasn't a long trip at all, soon she was standing in front of the opening and... she could already hear a low growl, low but...definitely sounding like a big animal.

"Okay..." she muttered to herself, taking a deep breath before squaring her shoulders, building her courage. "I don't know which Spirit you are... well... I don't know many Spirits really..." she admitted sheepishly. "But... I came in peace, okay?"

Another growl, louder this time. It literally felt like a warning for her to go and not come back but Rin wasn't doing that, she was going to stick to the plan until the last minute and only if needed would she use the distress signal. But she wouldn't need it, she wasn't going to let Yukino down.

"Alright then..." She took another step towards the cave and this time she didn't get a growl as a warning, instead she immediately saw the creature jumping out of it, showing itself into the last rays of sun. To Rin it was a surprise when the creature revealed itself to be nothing more than a wolf, albeit much bigger than a regular one, it had black fur and brilliant amber eyes and many many scars on its body.

"So this is your true form..." Rin murmured but then prepared herself to start running in order to lead the creature away from the village. "Let's do this!"

The wolf raised its paw to strike at her, but the girl used her speed to appear next to a set of trees a little further away. "Over here!" she called out to the Spirit, waving her hand. "Catch me if you can!"

The wolf let out a long howl before jumping from its position, and Rin started to run, in a pace that would allow the Spirit to follow her easily and not get bored and turn its attention back to the weaker target. Hearing the set of heavy paws on the ground right behind her, she allowed herself one little smile before setting on the road that wound away from the village.

...

Hearing the howl into the night, Yukino's head snapped up and turned to the direction of the sound. "A wolf...?" she muttered to herself, and felt sweat dropping the side of her cheek. Then she turned back to the water, her eyes searching for her trusted Spirit. "Pisces, any luck?"

The two spirits emerged from the water and communicated with their Master, revealing that there was no luck with finding the key yet. Yukino started getting more worried, hoping Rin was doing well. "Thank you, go back and get some rest." The spirits shone a bright yellow light and then were gone; the Celestial Mage took out her second golden key. "Libra!"

The tan skinned woman appeared before her. "Yes, Master?"

"Please use your magic to lift the water from the river, we must find a Celestial Spirit key quickly."

The spirit nodded and in a swift move of her scales, the water of the river was soon lifted above their heads, Yukino jumped into the now empty path and started running through it, scanning every single corner.

She didn't know how long it took... but finally, her eyes caught a faint glimmer near the bank to her right. Honestly, she could've easily missed it because it was hidden so well beneath some rocks, and the night's colors were almost blending it.

The white haired mage immediately got on her knees and began lifting the rocks quickly - and thankfully they weren't heavy so she didn’t need to ask Libra to change its gravity too -. In her haste, she scraped her hands on the rocks, but she didn't stop... until she found the silver key that had a black wolf symbol on it.

"The wolf... Lupus..." she murmured to herself, closing her eyes for a moment in relief and a feeling that was akin to melancholy. When she reopened them, her hand closed in a fist around the key. "Don't worry... I'm going to give you the peace you deserve..." It wasn't a matter of acquiring a new key, none of that. In her heart, she really felt for this loyal Spirit who couldn't get over its Master's death.

Thanking Libra and sending her back to the Spirit World, the young woman began running through the same path that she had seen Rin leave, hoping that the girl hadn't gone too deep into the forest while luring away the beast. She hoped she could at least be able to see their footprints on the ground but Yukino wasn't much of a good tracker, not like the Dragon Slayers back in her guild, but she did learn a few techniques with them just in case situations like this where they weren't around happened.

"Rin!" she called but there was no answer as she reached the cave that she assumed to be the one where the villagers said the beast was hiding. "Rin-chan!"

There was no answer from the girl but not too far, Yukino could hear the wolf's howl and maybe it was her imagination but the girl could've sworn she saw a faint bright light mixed within the vegetation; therefore she didn't hesitate to run into that direction while gripping the key tightly in her hand.

...

"Heh... not bad," Rin said as she once again disappeared from where the wolf's paw struck, using a bit of her light to keep the spirit in track in the increasingly darkening forest. "You can do much better though, y'know."

The wolf released another howl, clearly agitated, and made a move to jump on the girl but a clear voice rang out before either of them could do anything more.

"Lupus!" The wolf came to a sudden stop, its eyes straightening and what Rin could only classify as a confused look coming over its big, amber irises. "You don't have to do this anymore…! I can help you!"

As the Spirit turned its attention away from her, the young Sabertooth mage couldn't help but smile brightly. "Yuki-nee!"

The woman though didn't give her attention to the little girl this time, her brown eyes never left those of the wolf, determination filled the young mage's stare. "Please Lupus, I know who you are, I know what happened to you." She slowly rose the key and made sure it was in the vision angle of the creature and immediately it growled, its fur rising up in defense. "What happened to your Master was a tragedy that no Spirit should ever have to go through, let alone be stuck in the human world." Sympathy made its way to the girl's eyes. "I can't have any idea of how painful it is to stay so long in this world, especially without your Master and I promise that I want to help you, I want to relieve you of your pain if you let me."

There was a moment of quietness...

And then the wolf ran towards the Celestial Mage.

"Yuki-nee!"

...

Sting had finally managed to finish all the goddamn paperwork on his desk, thanks to Rogue, and was already on his way to find the two mages of his guild and while he regretted not having gone by foot, as now he was holding everything in him to not puke all over the train, going by transportation would have him get there way faster.

He couldn't stop to rest for a minute when he got out of the train either though, he was only glad that the fresh breeze of air calmed the sick feeling a little. Taking a quick look at the mission paper in his hand for the address, he opened his senses, tracking the way to the town the fastest way.

He didn't have to make it into the village though, because as soon as he caught up Yukino's scent, he also heard a panicked yell. "Yuki-nee!"

"Damn it!" The blond Dragon Slayer cursed through his teeth and sped over to where he knew he would find the two.

What he saw when he arrived to the scene made his blood run cold. A huge monster bent over a shape on the ground... Yukino's cloak?!

"OI!!" Sting shouted, immediately readying an attack and sending it to the creature. It didn't seem to do much except anger it. The Spirit turned around to face him, and a ferocious growl ripped through its teeth.

"Lupus no!" Sting suddenly heard Yukino's voice as the girl sat up... looking just fine, well her hair was a bit disheveled and Sting could sense the creature's scent all over her - along with saliva -... "It's alright, he isn't an enemy." She moved to her knees to embrace the dark furred animal, patting it a few times which only made Sting even more dumbfounded.

"Um... what's going on?"

Rin tilted her head happily. "That's our Spirit, Sting-nii! That's Lupus from the Wolf Constellation."

"Why was it all over you?!" Sting's concern was audible in his voice as he took a few steps and extended his hand to help Yukino up.

When Yukino looked up at him, though... Sting felt a shiver go down his spine as it was the exact same expression Yukino had right before they left the guild. Ignoring his offer the girl got up on her feet and pretty much looked him down... making the Dragon Slayer feel small even though he was taller than her.

"Let me ask you a better question. Why are you here, Sting-sama?"

The blond felt sweat pouring down his back under the Celestial Mage's intimidating look. "I, umm... err..."

"You thought we couldn’t handle this, didn’t you?!" There it was, a clear hurt tone in Yukino's voice... which suddenly made Sting feel horrible.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just..." Words failed him... he had to admit; he had messed this up... big time.

He attempted to look at Rin for help but that was a really really bad choice as the young mage was looking at him as bad as Yukino was so he didn't even open his mouth.

The Wolf Spirit on the other hand, just growled again at the Dragon Slayer and Sting just growled back at it which just earned an eye roll from both girls.

"I didn't think that you two couldn't handle it!" The man finally admitted. "Especially you, Yukino..." He then looked down and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry that I made you feel like you were weak or something... I was just worried about you, I had never heard about a Celestial Spirit gone wild."

The girl's brown eyes softened a little at the Dragon Slayer's honest apology but.... she wasn't that soft. "Sting-sama..." she still used a disapproving tone.

"I will do anything to make you see how sorry I am!"

Now Yukino just moved one of her eyebrows up. "Anything?" And at the Light Dragon Slayer's nod, her usual soft looks turned into something Sting had never seen before in her, or even thought he would ever see in his life, and honestly it made him sweat: an evil glint and smile.

Yukino rose the silver key in her hands. "Lupus... I know we haven't formally made the contract yet but can you do me a favor?" The wolf growled as an answer. "I believe our Master needs to do some exercise."

Sting took a step back, and Lupus copied him, coming closer. "Y-Yukino... seriously...?"

"Remember Sting-sama... anything. I'd say you better start running now."

The blond really didn't need to be told twice as he turned back and bolted out of there, the wolf Spirit hot in chase. The Celestial Mage then turned to her companion, her smile turning to a sweet one. "Let's go back home."

...

"Oh?" Rogue looked up when he saw Yukino and Rin entering the guild. "You're already back huh? I thought Sting was with you too."

"He was." Yukino said serenely. "I believe they will arrive shortly, with the... hurry he is in."

The Shadow Dragon Slayer just looked confused, but indeed, in less than half an hour later, the White Dragon Slayer barreled into the guild, looking very out of breath. He leaned a hand on the wall, wheezing.

"What the hell happened to you?!" Rogue asked, baffled.

"I... I've been... chased by... her wolf spirit..." Sting managed between the wheezes, indicating his head to the Celestial Mage, who had just used the key to send the said wolf back to the Spirit World.

"Well, look at it on the bright side," Rin said, her smirk unrelenting. "At least you didn't get to use transportation."

"Why... you little..." Sting's voice lacked to show his irritation, mainly because he was still trying to catch his breath.

"Well Master, I'd say this was a lesson well-learned." Yukino told him while she put her new key on her belt. They had attracted quite a few guild members as onlookers now... and it could be easily said that they were seeing Yukino under a new light.

"Sheesh... remind me to never get on Yukino's bad side, will you?"

#fairy tail #sabertooth #yukino aguria #sting eucliffe #stingyu #sort of but I decided to tag it anyway #rin #oc #fairy tail oc #my writing

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brightlotusmoon · 5 years

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I put this on Facebook to show my patient amused friends. Might put it on Instagram if I remember to log in.

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This week, on "Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles": Origin stories are told, and the TMNT fandom collectively cheers and swoons as Andy proved our predictions and headcanons correct, and Splinter turns out to be awesome. Plus, there was a musical number spoofing Gilbert And Sullivan. Plus we made homophobic assholes whine.

Now to wait happily for the further former adventures of 'Lou Jitsu' as he flashes back to his relationship with Baron Draxum* - and after Draxum mutates four baby turtles Lou fights him and files for divorce and runs away with the babies and becomes Splinter and probably reveals that his birth name is Hamato Yoshi.

(*In one of Nickelodeon's offices there is an Official Art of Splinter and Draxum snuggling and that's canon you guys. And there was the way Draxum looked at Lou with his Tight Abs.

We dare the haters to give a heterosexual explanation. It's legit.)

(Besides, lots of fans have established headcanons that Leo is Ace and Don is Bi and Mikey is Pan and Raph is Demi, and have you seen how they sit down, it's ridiculous, we can't ever sit straight. And also Mikey is confirmed ADHD but I and a few other ND fans feel he is also autistic because he does Raptor Hands and Perching With Knees Up, oh my gods protect him.)

I want haters to leave the show alone so it can continue to be precious, visually stunning, hilarious, action-packed, joyously dramatic, fluff-angst with raw potential, full of memes and references, and most of all the spiritual successor to Mirage and 2003. And I want Soft Mikey to win Battle Nexus again. And I want Leo to be a puntastic memeful inclusive loving leader in the coming seasons. And I want Donnie to get even more sassy. And I want Raph to be more aggressively protective while making sure his teddy bears are kept safe.

And I want April and Mikey to play dress up.

If and when Casey shows up he will automatically be utterly magnificent.

If and when Shredder shows up I will automatically explode.

Fuuuck, I just love them. The designs no longer feel odd, the animation is extraordinarily unique, the voices feel perfect, everyone is settling into their personalities and behaviors beautifully, there are homages to other versions everywhere, everything reflects reverent love for Kevin and Peter, there is an entire universe of ideas and creativity here. And we know that the cast and crew is having the best time.

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scarlettlawyer · 5 years

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Part 4 of my commentary of @renegadewangs‘ fanfic series Phantoms and Mirages.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Now, onto Haunted Specters! God, I love Haunted Specters.

It’s such a pivotal and crucial stepping stone. Just about all the major actors on the playing board, and in fact, the playing board itself all get rearranged in a careful balancing act that sets the scene anew.

It is, or at least it was, SUCH an incredible struggle for me to reconcile the phantom from the previous fic with the phantom we see in this one (and subsequent instalments, even) upon taking a step back, and with good reason, although for me the divide ran a little deeper, as it completely boggled my mind how this was somehow the same character being written by the same author, let alone belonging to the same fic series that somehow had a line of continuity where it made sense for these characters to end up in these situations – this situation.

I don’t merely refer to the phantom’s characterisation – what’s so great is that you can totally get away with writing him in this manner and have the audience accept it, seeing as he’s suffered a traumatic brain injury from the fall. It allows for a great amount of freedom for what direction to take the character in that would have been absent before.

No, I also refer here to (of course) the dynamic he shares with the other characters, the way he is portrayed and positioned by the narrative, and lastly, my own personal approach to reading and my feelings towards – level of investment in the character as he is in this series. As I’ve rehashed many times, I wasn’t very absorbed in or on board with this series’ version of the phantom for a lot of the previous fic when I first read it, at least until the end. But now, going into this fic, I was fully invested in especially seeing and learning what changes and impact the fall had made on him, and there was a new, thrilling level of unpredictability attached not only to the character, but to the plot itself.

By all accounts, the series so far had set me up to want to see how Blackquill and Bobby were finally going to take down the Big, Bad, Evil Phantom once and for all. How they would, against the odds, track him down and apprehend him against his will in what was bound to be an epic showdown. I was ready for that. It’s what I wanted to see. When I previously mentioned wanting – yearning for a “slightly lighter take” in my first post? That was gone now. I was ready for some pizza, at last. It’s what I had been conditioned to expect so far, so I was like, why not? I was like, heck yeah, let’s do this.

And yet, the narrative didn’t hesitate to seem to want to throw all of this out the window altogether. My expectations completely and utterly thwarted, I found myself realising I really had no idea what direction this could possibly be going in (or why my expectations had been thwarted so thoroughly like this). I well and truly had no idea what would happen next most of the time, because I couldn’t fathom where things could possibly go, and that had me hooked to reading, so eager to know what would happen next since it was such a mystery.

Rereading Chasing Phantoms as I have done for these commentary posts was helpful in truly establishing in my mind that yes, that was the same phantom, the same phantom, the same man that is present continuously within this series. That needed to be reconciled not just with regards to portrayal, but also my own misconceptions outside of that about how the story and character were constructed back then.

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself here, so let’s start off with looking at the first few chapters.

Haunted Specters, Chapter 1

…You know, right off the bat, I know/figure this series was mostly (if not wholly) written prior to the release of SOJ, and yet. I could be wrong but it looks like all of the provided dates still seem to match up in order to make it remain fully compliant to ace attorney canon. As in, there’s nothing directly contradicting it. And if that really is the case, well that’s just pretty damn awesome all around. AA7 will surely come along in future and ruin the fun of that I’m guessing, but for the time being, you can’t tell me all of this stuff wasn’t happening in the background even as AA6 was going on. AA6 all seems to take place prior to chapter 1, anyway. God bless timeskips!

...Wait, wait, coming back to edit this much later: scrap that. Apollo’s presence throws a spanner in the works. Ah, well. We can work around that, I’m sure. I’m gonna play around with it in my mind until it fits, somehow. :P Even later edit: Oh also Gaspen.

When Simon left the office, he couldn’t quite keep the broad grin from his face, nor the light skip from his stride.

This is so cute oh gosh happy Simon!

Save it for a more appropriate time- that was what his therapist had taught him.

Oh? Oh really? Is that so? Who might that be? No one important? Oh you mean? You mean the courtroom sniper? Is that right? You mean the phantom’s future

Boyfriend?

Nah, that can’t be right. Carry on then.

Hah, don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Lang Zi says: A man who cannot keep his own affairs in order lacks the competence to be having affairs.” “… No offense, Lang-dono, but at times the suspicion dawns on me that perhaps you’re making some of these sayings up as you go.” “This coming from the man who has a thousand and one prison anecdotes to share?” Lang paused for a moment, then his voice took on a much more serious note. “Anyway, I’m not calling for idle banter.”

“Haha, yeah, good one, so anyway, there’s a good chance your boyfriend might be dead.”

Haunted Specters, Chapter 2

“No! Hold it! Mr. Butz had no reason to kill anyone!”

I WAS WONDERING IF THE DEFENDANT WAS SOMEONE WE KNEW SKNJSDNKJ

“So tell him to hold off on ordering another useless gravestone with my name on it. In fact, tell him to stop looking for me while you’re at it.”

ANOTHER- god I love how completely wack some of these characters’ lives are/have been.

“… I gave him your regards. I gave him your regards, and then some.”

Me, known phantom fangirl trash: OH GOSH IS HE OKAY???

Me, knowing full-well that Bobby would be 100% justified acting in self-defense against a known emotionless killer, therefore also with somewhat mock concern: OH BOBBY PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T HURT HIM

(Oh, but he didn’t. I needn’t have worried.)

Ah, I’ve been sitting here, wondering what I can say to this. How his assessment is completely aligned with reader expectations and further sets them up only to be subverted, how far off his guesses are… I just… “even the tiniest glimpse of him” they’re… they’re sharing an apartment… Yeah. We’ll get there. I couldn’t find an appropriate reaction image to the above block of text, really.

Haunted Specters, Chapter 3

Okay this is extremely pernickety, and I apologise, but…

And, mind you, I usually pay no attention whatsoever to these things, and it honest to goodness makes no difference at all in the end – if the narrative says it’s Tuesday, then it’s Tuesday. Simple as that. I merely looked it up out of curiosity and because I’ve annoyingly taken it upon myself to micro-analyse everything in this fanfiction series like a little pest. I also kinda figured because you are picking out the dates and actively calling attention to the day of the week, that you would have some kind of system that you are sticking to for it (and the vast majority of details added into your fic was done so meticulously). And maybe Google is off on the calculation and you got it right, heh. But yeah, I definitely paid no real mind to this at all when reading it the first time around.

But then… Even if Fulbright was now avoiding help from the people close to him, that didn’t mean there weren’t any people close to him. Similarly, the Phantom could never quite work alone.

Okay, okay. I know this is a direct lead-in to re-introducing Domestique into the mix, but… oh my gosh. You really just went right ahead and… Hm! The phantom can never quite work alone. He is working with Bobby right now, as a matter of speaking.

Also. I really like Domestique’s dialogue when he’s forced to face Simon, gosh. Just so unabashedly in-your-face, so dotted with swears, it’s kinda great, really.

I ESPECIALLY LOVE THIS LINE FROM HIM:

Because honest-to-goodness, it’s kinda funny how direct it is (and the “THAT’S TWO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES” asdgd), but also rings really true in a “this is exactly what someone like this would say in this situation” way – exactly how they’d phrase it.

…

Oh, I love. This meeting between Bobby and the phantom at the end of the chapter. It’s – aaah. Very good. With the way it’s set out, you’re somewhat kinda like, oh, huh, is it really him though? Could it really be him? But the narrative goes right ahead and keeps dropping explicit hints. It still doesn’t outright confirm it, leaving the slightest hint of plausible deniability that perhaps this is a New Character we’re being introduced to, but… :D

Haunted Specters, Chapter 4

Even the revelation that the Chief Prosecutor had helped uncover a mole who’d been hiding right by Lang’s side was a story that’d spread through hearsay only.

Second reference to the Her 👀 (yes, I’ve been paying attention to that on this readthrough).

“Coupons. Ambassador Palaeno sends me a considerable package of these things every year, yet I find no use for them. They’re redeemable only in Cohdopia itself, so I’m sure you see my problem.”

Bro. Bro you keep making vague references to characters only for them to actually become super important and plot-relevant later on. I’m blindsided every time.

Me, reading this for the first time: Haha nice reference to a minor ace attorney character, yes, Edgey would totally still receive coupons from him. I can see that. He’s totally unrelated to this story though.

Me later: THIS SUCKER WAS ALREADY BEING REFERENCED AT THE BEGINNING OF FIC 2.

The Chief Prosecutor received gifts from the Cohdopian ambassador? Honestly, everyone was intertwined in one way or the other, weren’t they?

Good work. This is very true of the ace attorney universe and it’s cool that Simon takes note of it here like this. But it’s also very true of this fic series as well, helping reiterate that fact. Oh, Simon, you don’t even know yet how intertwined everyone even is…

You set the scene so well upon Simon arriving in Cohdopia. Really depict the atmosphere and everything super well!

So then, Simon arrives at the address, and he finds… Bobby? And it’s like, wait, wasn’t that supposed to be the phantom’s address? Why’s Bobby here? Aint that hugely coincidental…? How did Bobby find… Well, he did cross paths with the phantom, so I guess he also managed to track him down to this place somehow and he just so happens to be arriving at the same time as Simon (?!) and then some other stranger that Bobby seems to know arrives and…

…

…What?!

I love how there was still plausible deniability up until the very moment Bobby says it outright. Like, the phantom’s apartment might have been abandoned years ago, and this “stranger” is completely unrelated, and took up residence there some time after it was abandoned. Yeah – a stranger that will be an important ally and help them on their quest to bring the phantom down! Right? But Bobby’s behaviour, and then he… that’s… that stranger is no stranger at all…

Simon waited, all sorts of hypotheses dawning on him, each more ludicrous than the next. As it turned out, one of the theories he’d dismissed almost immediately on grounds of being too farfetched turned out to be truth.

LITERALLY ME

Haunted Specters, Chapter 5

“I warned you, Simon. Now back away,” Bobby hissed, grabbing him by the arm to pull him away from the faux Cohdopian.

“Faux Cohdopian”… Well,

Anyway. Well. Wow. What can I even say about this chapter? Most of it’s all contained in Simon’s POV narrative itself.

First off, you have the obvious, “whoa, this is how the phantom is being formally re-introduced to the narrative? I really don’t know what I expected but it sure as hell wasn’t this.”

This chapter, this situation, the characters, are all so incredibly volatile and it plays out, it really plays out with that constant volatility.

I, kinda immediately suspected that something was off in that the fall had done some damage to the phantom’s mind in an important, meaningful way.

Bobby’s behaviour is so surreal. Just like it is to Simon. There’s so much going on, so much to process all at once.

“I think that even you, Phantom, would agree this is nothing short of folly.” A moment of silence followed. Sam didn’t so much as blink at the question. He merely downed the pill he’d been given by draining the water in one go. “… Sam doesn’t speak English,” was all Bobby said.

Now THINGS LIKE THIS, are what made me think, well, the narrative seemed to be encouraging this viewpoint that maybe, at this point the phantom doesn’t actually remember being the phantom. Maybe he lost all his memories, and he’s just wandering around as some poor confused amnesiac who genuinely thinks he’s Sam Specter. (That doesn’t explain a couple of things, but it was only a temporary thought of mine as I read through). But this viewpoint allowed Bobby’s behaviour to make sense in my eyes. It raises a very interesting dilemma. That the phantom is still despicable and needs to be brought to justice and what have you, but how? The phantom is completely absent now, if this man has no memories of any of that. If he genuinely thinks he’s Sam Specter, an innocent civilian who has done no wrong, and for all intents and purposes is trying to live his life as such, reacts as such? Then Bobby would probably bear no ill will against “Sam Specter”. That perhaps, well and truly up until a certain point, “Sam’s” act was not an act. Or it, at the very least, was much less of an act than it would usually be. It’s… quite convincing. In which case, Bobby wouldn’t want harm to come to innocent civilian “Sam Specter”, even if he used to be the phantom. But now? Now he’s just some weak, frail man with a serious mental condition.

The attempts to affirm the personhood, to what extent there is one, of “Sam Specter” is a very interesting point of contention.

With this in mind, as Simon went after the phantom trying to get him to come out, I kind of expected it to consistently not work. That Simon would just keep pushing and pushing to be faced with that murderer once more, only for “Sam Specter” to never break character, perhaps because there is no real character to break from at that point, so caught in a delusion. For Bobby to want him to stop because at that point he’d just be needlessly harassing “Sam Specter”.

But then he does break character, so that theory kind of goes out the window.

He’d been cornered, faced with the truth and forced to drop the charade.

But. It’s still not revealed to what extent the phantom was impacted by the fall. And I kind of got the impression that the phantom was “holding onto” the act… more than usual. More than he usually would. He only broke character under duress, so there are still a whole bunch of questions raised here about just how much he was immersed and caught up in the role of Sam, exactly. Also. Yes. On a second readthrough he reacts fiercely and breaks character specifically after the asylum comment and I just – oh my GOSH.

Also: Peacekeeper Bobby…

Bobby’s gaze moved from the broken glass to Sam Specter, who was once again cradling his head with both hands. Who was rocking back and forth on the couch, muttering to himself. Obviously not listening to a word they were saying.

Oh gosh, he really… Yeah. A fall from an apartment building can certainly do that to you.

Haunted Specters, Chapter 6

What if… What if this was a mistake? What if he’d just freed a common criminal?

Well, UM.

“Oh. Oh, right. That makes sense.” A moment’s pause. “…Wait, wouldn’t I be walking backwards then, making your six my twelve?” “…” “Or uh… I’ll just turn the clock around and make my twelve six so it’ll still be right side up for you.” “… I doubt this conversation would be any different if I were having it with a young child.”

Oh my gooosh. He’s really like this huh. He’s really just Like This.

“Oh. … Well, that’s good! That nobody else is stuck here, I mean, not the… the selling.” “Stop wasting time on such trivial sentiments and prepare yourself.”

“Trivial sentiments”… I just… He’s really always Like This. Your version of the phantom is so talkative, something I noticed pretty early on, but I love it, honestly. He could have easily just ignored the statement and continued to tend to the task at hand here, not saying anything, and Bobby would have easily taken that cue and also started to focus more and not really said anything further, but oh, no, the phantom just had to throw in some kind of remark. Not replying would have conveyed the same meaning, but this guy? He’s absolutely gonna say something. He didn’t have to equate Bobby to a child either, easily could have chosen to say nothing. BUT HERE WE ARE. I love it.

Two strangers, guarding each other with their lives on the gamble they’d both make it out in one piece.

Incredible. Incredible!

“What…? Friendship?” For the first time since they’d met, the man’s voice showed more than a stoic nature. Some sort of subdued confusion. “… Wasn’t it… justice?”

THIS MOMENT IS GOLDEN. Yes, YES.

And, you know, his brain’s all muddled, he’s missing huge chunks of his memory… And he really is kind of blurting this out at this point? Like a knee-jerk reaction. He’s reaching for a – for a memory that just comes to him even if he can’t quite put it in full context, or even if he CAN, he really says this without thinking. Because even if he was suffering from this confusion, I am very certain that he would not just blurt it out like that under normal circumstances. No. This man is half out of his mind! He must know that Bobby doesn’t recognise him and he has no real reason to tip him off otherwise right now (because it could backfire very easily if Bobby freezes up or freaks out as a result!), to ask him like that... Haaah. I’m so here for really-not-all-there phantom.

Still, even through their little exchange, Sam looked blissfully lost. As if he truly didn’t understand what they were discussing about the Phantom. About him. What a pathetic little farce.

This really did have me genuinely uncertain what to think. Like, how much of “Sam Specter” is a farce? How invested was the phantom into that role? The phantom understands English perfectly, but because Sam supposedly doesn’t… Was it possible at all that selective hearing was truly at play? That the phantom gets so deep into the role that he tricks himself, his brain, into not really understanding English properly – refusing to process it? At least, that’s what I thought at the time. Bobby makes the requests for the phantom in Cohdopian, after all. He doesn’t just casually sit there and say “hey phantom, come out” in English. Switching between “Sam” and “the phantom” evidently takes… some effort for him. And mind you, I was putting all of this (selective hearing etc.) down to the results of the fall as well. I mean, if the phantom was “Sam” under normal circumstances before the fall he’d be able to understand English perfectly well, he’d just pretend he couldn’t, and also that he’d be able to switch in and out and between personas quite easily. But that the fall did things to his mind to make it all more difficult, for him to now be able to engage in this selective understanding, is what I figured.

But… maybe Simon’s right. Maybe he still really does understand everything they say, and is just faking it. He’s such a good actor that it really is hard to tell.

And maybe the simple fact is that it’s still easy for the phantom to switch between personas, it’s just difficult to switch out of them since he has so little sense of self. And maybe that’s just the way it always has been and the fall didn’t actually change that.

Sam’s personhood hinges on how “conscious” the phantom is while Sam is in place. The less the phantom is actually present (selective hearing etc), the more “Sam” is just Sam. But it’s later implied (more than once I think) that the phantom really is just, conscious while he is Sam, and that being “brought out” is not such an immense struggle as it otherwise could be. And yet, at the same time, the narrative seems to want to tilt us in favour of acknowledging Sam as a… a person, his own person. Of sorts. And… I guess it makes sense(?). During the whole of Dual Destinies, even if every action taken by “Bobby” was consciously chosen by the phantom… Those actions were all taken for a reason, all matching up to the consistent persona “Bobby Fulbright”. Both “Bobby” and the phantom would make a choice or engage in a behaviour for the most part, even if the reasoning was different at times they were united on the action itself. Sam is… kind of the same? He is the spitting image of what used to be a real human being, all of his outward actions and behaviours (are intended to) replicate that human being. By cobbling together some approximation of a real person like this, it is perhaps easier to treat them like a real person if they behave in all intents and purposes as such. Especially considering the circumstances. There’s a constant duality going on which I guess is what we’re supposed to settle on? The phantom never really goes away, he’s always there behind the scenes. But Sam’s there too, and we gotta treat him as real or things kinda just fall apart, really. There’s also much to be said for how Sam’s personhood is as much constituted to the extent that it’s acknowledged by those around him, too. We can’t just look at it on its own. It’s also something that’s made more “real” by others treating it and to an extent acknowledging it as real. Even if, in the very end, there might be nothing truly behind it.

THERE IT IS. Right off the bat, I just gotta say: the phantom is really channelling his inner Franziska. XD. Addressing characters by their FULL NAMES. I noticed it quite a bit in the sense that it is, very consistent within his speech pattern, almost making it a kind of “character trait” of a man who himself claims to have no real character. But of course – it makes it stand out all the more when switching to “Prosecutor Blackquill” instead.

”If you attempt to lay a hand on Sam Specter a second time, I will not hesitate to interfere and protect him.”

Here it is, the phantom himself almost treating Sam like a completely separate person… I… don’t think he would have taken this approach before the fall. Hmm. BUT ALSO. Here he’s also implying that he is conscious enough while behaving as Sam to be able to “not hesitate to interfere and protect him”. Hmm!

“Watch your tongue before I cut it off,” he hissed. “I would never lay a hand on Fulbright.” “… See that you don’t.”

Me: I WELL AND TRULY DO NOT UNDERSTAND AT ALL, WHAT IS GOING ON, the phantom is protective of Bobby, well and truly his brain was influenced by that fall.

Simon really is/was in the exact same boat, honestly.

Now we have the smuggling ring brought up, the March 2019 exposure referenced, another reference to how there was a mole in interpol before… And I was kind of like, “hm! You know! There’s a certain character this brings to mind, yet unfortunately they’re nowhere in sight. Kinda really sucks they’re not a character in this fic series, honestly!” Yes, such a shame, really.

”[…] That’s why we need to expose the involvement of Lex Luster […]”

Me, reading this for the first time: Wait. Lex… Le…x. Huh. That’s… for some reason, that name rings a bell. Ah – that’s right. This “Lex”, he’s quite an important character, isn’t he? From what tiny random scraps of information I’ve seen about this fic series (from years ago!)… Yes. I’m pretty sure that this “Lex” character will be showing up quite a lot going forward.

...Well, I wasn’t wrong.

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Ch. 2

Pairing: Edgar x Iris

Rosanne did not disappoint. While her disapproval of my actions clearly present, she had called in the cavalry. Two other middle-aged women were gathered around me, deliberating on how to proceed. The first thing that they decided had to be addressed was my breasts. A lot of pain came with how tightly Edna was wrapping them. She had experience in helping royals into ballgowns and that required some strength. Corsets were hard to lace up. She blew a strand of hair out of face. “What do you think, Meredith? Will that be tight enough to use with the crystals.”

Meredith worked as a fairy godmother of sorts. It was a hush hush kind of thing, but for the right price, she could give you crystals that could alter some features slightly. Kind of like draping a mirage over your own body. Completely changing a person’s face or body was impossible, but she promised that it would be enough. “We just have to give you a rougher edge to your jawline, and keep those lady parts nice and hidden, and overall make you give off a presence of manly.”

Rosanne had been busy making me pants and shirts to wear for any casual occasion. The Red Army uniform that regular soldiers wore would be issued upon arrival. I needed something to wear tomorrow, and Rosanne knew Ian well enough that she could make an outfit that would be most like him. Something casual, a little baggy, but still put together, as I, disguised as Ian, would be begging for a chance to prove myself.

“Here, dear,” Meredith patted an empty chair. “You’re going to have to sit down for this.” She had a large needle in her hand. It took a moment for me to realize. Ian has his right ear pierced at the top. Thankfully, I had never wanted to do that. Regretfully, that means my first piercing is going to be done by someone other than a professional. “Now, the crystal is easy to pop out so long as you take the back of the earring off. You’ll have to replace it every four days. Since it’s so small, you’ll get more of them from the crystals you’ve bought.”

The tip of needle poked into the soft cartilage of my ear. I sucked in a breath. The stinging pain that shot through my body as she stabbed me, made me cry out in pain. “Oww. Owww! That hurts!” I complained, gripping the edge of the seat to keep from moving away.

Meredith laughed lightly. “Iris, you’re going to be training with men much stronger than you. You’ll have to learn to take pain without screaming like a girl. While my crystals can change your appearance, they cannot change your voice. You’ll have to keep your octave a little lower.” Sticking in the earring, she wiped away the little trickle of blood.

Going over to the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was me, but it was Ian. “This is crazy,” I said, touching my chin to see if it was still the same. It felt like my chin and jaw… Running my fingers over my breasts, they were still there but, in the mirror, I couldn’t tell. Magic is awesome.

Rosanne brought me some black slacks and a tan baggy long sleeved shirt. “Iris, I wish you would reconsider, but I know your pride won’t let you,” Rosanne said, watching me slid the pants on and the sliding a belt through the loops to keep it on my bony hips.

I smiled at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for worrying about me, but this is what I was meant to do. Fighting was always my strong suit,” I replied. Ian wouldn’t survive the first week of army training.

Meredith handed me my satchel and slid the bag of crystal pieces into it. “You need to hurry. The Red Army loves rules, and all recruits must be present by 9AM, right?” She pointed to the clock that read 8:30. We’d been at this all night, and at this rate, I might be late.

Edna wrapped her arms around my neck. “This material is water resistant, so taking a bath should be alright. Just come see me on your off day and I’ll redo it for you,” she said, patting my back.

Rosanne and Meredith both hugged me tightly as well, giving more wishes of good luck.

Setting out to return to the Red Army Headquarters, I had to run through the Central Quarter to make it there on time. Catching my breath just outside of the main gates, a familiar voice came from beside me. It was the Queen of Hearts, Jonah. “You there. You should have already arrived to change into your uniform. What’s your name?”

Damn. I didn’t even think about that. “Ian Adley,” I replied, getting an immediate frown out of him. With my showing up yesterday, Lancelot probably told him about me and Ian.

“You finally decided to serve like your uncle before you?” He asked, not believing it. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he turned on his heel. “This way. King Lancelot will decide whether or not you will be accepted into the Red Army.” He had an arrogant air about him, and he clearly did not like me.

Moving down the familiar hallways, we passed two others of the chosen thirteen, Zero and Kyle. Zero stopped mid-sentence, staring at me. He stepped into my path, and asked, “Are you Ian Adley?” He squinted at me, like he could see through my disguise.

“My sister insisted that I at least try,” I replied, keeping my voice even and low. Being Ian isn’t so hard. He’s just a pushover who doesn’t care about the military at all. At least this way I can make myself, well Iris, look good.

Jonah cleared his throat, standing at the door of Lancelot’s office. “King Lancelot is very busy, soldier.”

Slipping past Zero, I took a deep breath and entered his office. It’s kind of nerve racking to be back here. The last time he had rejected me so blatantly. Ian wouldn’t be impressive after he insulted the King of Hearts at the dinner. The silence was only broken when I said, “Iris told me what she tried to do, and then smacked me for running away.”

Those clear blue eyes narrowed at me, and he folded his hands on the desk in front of him. “Yes, I do admire her resolve to take your place.” He stood, walking around the desk and up to me. “It’s because of her that I have made decision to allow you to join the Red Army as a regular soldier. Should you prove yourself to be worth of the title, in a year or two, the position of the Ten of Hearts will be taken into consideration.”

That means I’m in, right? Schooling my features to keep from smiling at my small victory, I nodded my head. “I understand, King Lancelot.”

Lancelot moved past me, toward the door. “Jonah will take you to the barracks where you will change and come to first exam. Should any of the officers want to take you under their command, then, and only then, will you be permitted into the Army.” He left with a flutter of his cape and left no room for argument.

“It’s unlikely due to your inexperience and the knowledge that you ran away from your duty,” Jonah said before leaving me in a plain barrack room. He’d walked down in front of me, not bothering so much as to look at me. He wouldn’t be on my side.

The uniform lying on the bed took longer to put on than I imagined, but I appreciated the privacy at the moment. There were actually two beds, making this a shared living space. Difficult to be a girl with a male roommate, but I’ll make due. If everyone knows about Ian, then they’ll have found out that he’s quite strange and oddly girly. It wasn’t a bad quality, and in fact, worked in my favor.

The clock struck nine just as I slid into the last spot at the very back of the rows of soldiers, all here to join the Red Army. Lancelot stood at the head, speaking about their duty and the training that we would all undergo as new recruits. The chosen thirteen were around him, surveying the men around me. My name being brought up caught my attention. Lancelot’s harsh gaze was back on me, and the group of men moved out from around me. “Ian, since you didn’t find it in your soul to fulfill your duty until just this morning, you will have to defeat our Ace of Hearts in a duel before you are permitted.”

Great.

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