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bellamyblake · 4 years

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The ugly knitted red hat

That’s just some domestic Bellarke in the post season 4 verse where they have their own camp and are cute and sweet and all of that, basically fluff lol

After all these years, despite the peace, he still likes getting up early.

There’s some pleasure in it for him as much as Clarke hates it, to sneak out of the warm cacoon of their bed and put on his socks, then his pants and tie his boots.

He even tugs on the ugly red hat that she knitted for him a month ago when the weather was starting to get cold because she just hated running her fingers through his curls and touching the cold tips of his ears.

The hat was funny, had a weird shape, longer on the back and shorter on the front, she had attempted to make some funny criss cross pattern that O had tried teaching her when they had their “sister bonding time” by the camp fire but Clarke had proven to be a disaster in that as much as she was in the kitchen.

Still, it brought her peace, as she told him one night when he was pulling her head to his chest and kissing the top of her hair. It calmed her anxious hands, helped the tidal waves that thretened to consume her, quiet down.

And he had been proud of her for doing that, he had encouraged it and praised all her attempts-the ugly red hat, the bright green sweater she made for his birthday that had a longer left than right sleeve and barely any collar, the blue and red scarf she made him to keep his throat warm while he was standing guard at night but that barely wrapped once around him.

He loved the imperfection of it all because that’s what they’ve always been-imperfect yet beautiful.

And just like she loved his poor carpenting attempts and kept the three legged chair by the fire place or the sharp-edge chest by the bedside even though they only-half used them, so did he wear his hat and sweater and scarf with pride.

(Miller had the most fun out of it. But even he knew he had to stop teasing his friend when Clarke came by and brought them hot tea or soup before their nightshift at the gates).

So now he tucks on his uneven red hat and throws his jacket on, grabbing his axe from the place by the door and heading outside.

Technically, he knows that he should’ve chopped more woods for the fire a few days ago-fall was progressing and fast, bringing rain and an orange-red leaved path of prettiness to the door of their cabin but with it came harsher winds and colder nights.

Clarke had been pressing herself closer and closer to him every night at first, then started wearing not one but two of his shirts to bed and when last night she shoved her freezing fingers in between his legs, he had yelped, got up and said “That’s it! I’m starting the fire!”

They had been postponing it because there were such warm days that they spend them in the back yard taking care of the last of their tomatoes and beans with nothing but shirts and pants on, even barefoot here and there.

The house and it’s wooden boards would warm up and stay so through the night but yesterday had been the tipping point and though Clarke complained and tried to drag him back down to bed, she had simply melted away once he started the fire yet despite it all she still stole the blanket and left his back bare and somewhat cold.

Which is why maybe now that he picks up his axe and swings at the tree he has figured he’d chop off, he feels his back creak desperately and tug at him, making him hurt.

He ignores it of course as he’s used to the pain.

They’ve had so many injuries in just the past year since they settled down in their eighty acres-he broke a knee just a few months ago, Clarke split her head open last spring, then caught a bad cold with a lasting cough, after which he was stupid enough to go after an angry boar that practically ripped his entire right side apart and left him drowning in a pool of blood.

But every pain dulled, he found out, no matter if physical or emotional.

It took time, it took many tears and many heart breaks and many trembling hands holding each other at night when you woke up screaming and your voice got raw with terror and you could taste death but it passed...and it got duller.

It still hurt.

But it became a part of you, like a bone, like a scar or a bruise that never really faded and kept aching now and then with the changing of the weather.

He gets lost in his thoughts as he puts all his strenght in cutting off the tree-sweat thickles down his back and he throws away his jacket despite the harsh morning wind and the lack of sun.

Clarke would kill him if she saw him, he thinks. It’s a good thing she’s home then, sleeping under the covers.

He stops to catch his breath, leans on his tired knees and the axe-damn, there may be some truth to all of Clarke’s jokes-he was indeed getting older.

He closes his eyes and lets the sharp morning air fill his lungs so hard it stung his cheeks, made the hair on his back rise, his toes curl up-he liked the cold much more than the summer and he was glad it was finally back.

Once his heart goes back to normal he looks up at the sky for just a minute and thinks of his mother for some reason, wonders if she’d like that weather and decides that she will-she was used to the cold of their small living quarters and welcomed it like an old friend she got to say hello to every morning.

He picks up his axe and goes on with his work, using the time to go over the list of friends they’ve lost and asking himself that same question-would they like it out here? In the forest? In their new camp? In the gloomy fall day?

Jasper, he settles, wouldn’t be a big fan of it, he was too skinny so he’d be too cold and Bellamy would probably use Clarke’s ugly scarf to throw over his wanky shoulders.

Maya would enjoy it. She’d never spend much time out so he thinks she’d like the sharpness of the cold as much as he does.

Lincoln may prefer the summer, he thinks, he often did like going around without shirts or shoes, just feeling the earth under him so the chilliness may not be to his taste but he’d probably enjoy the camp fire and even volunteer to help Bellamy with the wood chopping.

They could’ve talked like brothers, Bellamy could’ve exchanged a mythology story for a grounder one and then they’d be stupid boys and compete about who’d carry more wood back home just to be idiots about something and get scolded by Octavia and Clarke.

He sighs, rubs his back that’s now completely wet and keeps on his work, going through his list-Atom, Charlotte, Roma and on and on, names he knew by heart now that he repeated in times of quiet peacefullness like this.

Finally the tree falls and he kneels on his bad leg resting his hand on top and whispering a quiet I’m sorry like he always did when he cut off a tree or killed an animal these days.

He still smiled sadly and rubbed his hand over the creasy bark.

“I knew you’d have taken it off, you stubborn old man!” he hears her angry yet still somewhat sleepy voice coming from behind him interrupting his apology.

He turns with a half smirk, knowing full well that a big one would piss her off even more.

She’s in her oversized home-worn sweat pants that were once upon a time his, a shirt and a sweater knitted by his sister with the picture of a two headed deer.

Her hair is in a messy bun, she has just one glove on her left hand and two cups of something in the other, her cheeks are red from the mix of cold and sleep and her eyes are that deep celurian blue like the ocean that he still hasn’t gotten to see yet but dreams of at least once a week.

And he has this sudden urge to kiss her.

So he drops his axe and strides to her while she keeps on with her speech.

“Do you know how cold it is, Bellamy? Let me tell you, it’s effing keep-your-jacket-on-cold especially when you’re chopping a goddamn tree and sweating your ass off and you go out there and you dare take it off when you know full damn well how sick you can get if you-”

But she doesn’t end her beautiful rant that he knows is provoked by simple love-she loves him and she cares and this is just another way of her saying it like he did when he massaged her feet after a long day in medbay or made her tea every night before bed or helped her braid her hair when she was annoyed but had too much patients to take care of.

All of it was love.

They were love.

He kisses her with all that he has and for a moment he thinks she’ll just pull away and keep scolding him but it must be too much for her to resist because she simply kisses him back and melts into him.

He smells her-in all her sleepy Clarke glory-her lavender shampoo, the pinecone soap, the bearness of sleep on her lips and cheeks.

Her fingers wrap around his neck, tuck at his curls, he smiles a little, groans somewhat but then picks her up which he knows is what she’s been wanting all along and carries them to the fallen tree where he carefully sits them down.

Finally, she pulls away and rests her forehead on his.

“If you think this will work as a distraction you’re goddamn wrong!”

He chuckles and she can’t help but smile too.

“I am a little right.”

“No, you’re not.” she huffs and pulls away, cupping his cheek and moving his sweaty curls from his forehead under his red hat. “You took off your jacket but kept this on?”

He wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls it to his lips, kissing the inside of it with gentleness she still gets surprised by sometimes.

“I’ll always keep it on.”

And she knows he doesn’t mean just the hat.

He means her love in his heart, her hand on his cheek, her lips pressed to his.

“Well you’re still an idiot-” she huffs and puts the cups by their feet before reaching for his jacket “Put this on before your ass froze.”

“What’s that?” he nods at the metalic cups while she settles down next to him and leans on his side, reaching down to pick them back up and hand one of them to his freezing fingers.

“A drink.” she says with a smile “I think we deserve one, wouldn’t you agree?”

He smells the familiar scent of Monty’s moonshine before he even brings it closer to his nose and laughs at her mishivious expression.

Then he reaches and covers her hand with his over his tired fucked up knee.

“We do, princess.” he rubs his thumb over her bony cold fingers desperate to wamr them up “We truly do.”

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hatsukeii · 4 years

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I just squealed in my living room because I got a songfic idea and I AHHHHHHHH my mom thinks I have a problem lmao sorry madre

I’m gonna make it up to you with some pure fluff.

No angst, no mental issues, no tragic event, just fluff.

And it’s also not a request because I’ll do those later lol procrastination

And for once I’m giving you a non depressed Tsukishima so cherish the moment while it lasts because depressed Tsukishima is gonna be back

Frozen// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Mild to no swearing

Summary: It’s fluff hours

Your entire body feels hot, as if everything inside of you is burning up. Your nose is tinted red as a blush spreads through your cheeks, a snowflake floating down and landing on the tip of it. Thank god it’s pitch black at night, or you would just dig a hole and crawl into it out of embarrassment. The coat that is draped around you only adds to the effect, warming your body up like a radiation heater. It’s a pretty big coat, considering the fact that it belongs to someone who’s a whole foot taller than you. You hug yourself under the thick fabric, taking in the scent as you snuggled into it. It’s snowing like crazy in the empty streets of Miyagi, and the only thing keeping you somewhat warm is this huge ass trench coat that Tsukishima was nice enough to borrow to you. “Dude, are we there yet? It’s cold as hell out here. I came to sketch flowers, not let you haul my frozen body back home as a statue.” You scoff, letting out a dry chuckle. “No one asked you to give me your coat. And just hold on, we’re almost there. Just take your coat back, I don’t want you getting sick.” The blond rolls his eyes, his face breaking into that iconic shit eating smirk. “You look like you’re getting pretty comfy with it.” “Shut up! I’m trying to be nice over here!” Tsukshima’s fingers fiddle with each other in his pant pockets. Just a few minutes ago, when he saw you start shivering, he didn’t hesitate to take his thick coat off and throw it at you. He would rather die than admit it, but he felt like a million butterflies hatched from his stomach, and made their way all the way up to his chest as well. Under the dim moonlight, if you pay enough attention, you should be able to notice the beet red in the tips of his ears. Although it’s negative two degrees out, he only feels slightly colder than usual. He’s wearing about three layers, not including the coat he gave you. A tight fitting long sleeved shirt, a slightly thicker shirt, and a wool sweater is enough to keep him warm. In addition to that, he’s also extremely flustered, his entire body tingling with warmth. He’s trying his best to flirt with you, teasing you and poking fun at your tiny figure who is now making sweater paws with his coat. His heart is thumping so wildly that he’s somewhat nervous about you being able to hear it. In his bag, a camera, a notebook, his phone, and his pencil case make occasional shuffling noises. Maybe that’s why you can’t hear the drums hammering in his chest, threatening to reveal themselves.

“Right ahead, they start blooming right under that bridge.” You point to a wooden bridge, a field of moon flowers starting to bloom in the pitch black night. The moon reflects off their surfaces, letting them illuminate the area around them a beautiful hue of maya blue. Tsukishima’s eyes sparkle in the moonlight as he stares at the flowers in awe. “Wow, they’re really pretty.” You chuckle, glancing back at him cheekily. “I told you, they look awesome don’t they?” The blond ignores you, completely mesmerised by the blooming moon flowers as he wanders onto the bridge, you trailing closely behind him. He grabs his bag, and sits down, back pressing against the railing. You take a seat next to him, hugging yourself in his coat. He reaches into the relatively large laptop bag, pulling out a camera case. You watch him fiddle with the settings, more so observing his face more than anything else. You watch as his eyes squint slightly as he tries toggling a knob, before bringing the camera up to his face and testing it out, before pouting slightly, continuing his toggling. Finally, he stands up, walking to the edge of the bridge as he snaps a photo of the moon flowers. He walks back to where you are, plopping down next to you as he pulls the picture up, blowing some snowflakes off of the camera. His lips curl up into a rare smile as he stares at the photo. “Nice.” You try your best to stay calm, but deep down inside, you’re about to squeal like a crazy fangirl. You didn’t think he could get any more handsome, but Tsukishima Kei looks like a whole ass god in front of you right now, the cold hues of the night complimenting his looks perfectly as tiny snowflakes make their way onto his lashes. The peaceful smile on his face is soon replaced by a sly smirk. “Enjoying the view or something?” If you knew better, you should’ve been able to tell how much he enjoyed the fact that you were staring at him. He doesn’t care if it’s just some random person that admires him, but when it comes to you, everything matters. You snap out of your tiny trance, going beet red. “I just dozed off with my eyes open, don’t get cocky idiot.” The boy chuckles, pulling his pencil case and notebook out of the bag. He takes a look at the photo, before starting to sketch. You sit there, not knowing what to do. Here you are, alone with the person you’ve liked for a solid two years, sitting in peaceful silence as he sketches moon flowers. This is everything you could possibly ask for, except you’re terrified to say anything. You hold your words back, not wanting to jeopardise the close friendship you managed to form with the cold middle blocker. You rack your brains, desperately trying to think of a way to interact with him.

“Hey Tsukki?”

The blond glances at you, pencil still in hand.

“Yeah?”

“It’s sad boy hours, wanna rant?”

He leads his eyes back to the semi-completed sketch, continuing to swipe tiny strokes on the paper.

“You want me to start?”

You nod, hugging yourself tighter.

Tsukishima sighs, glancing at you once more, before looking down. He contemplates his options. Should he rant about a real issue that had been bothering him forever, or a random thing that happened during school? He weighed the options, comparing the stakes.

“Sad boy hours are the best. I get to rant to you as much as I can. I’m gonna get it out there and just tell you this. There’s this girl that I like a lot.”

Your heart drops, but you play it off and wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“Ooooh Tsukishima salt lord Kei has a cruuuuuush~”

The blond rolls his eyes, feeling his cheeks go warm.

“Shut up and let me talk shortie. There’s this girl I really like, but I can’t tell her anything because if I do she might stop being friends with me. I can’t afford to let that happen, so I stay silent, but it hurts knowing that someone else can swoop in and take her any day. I- damn, she’s just amazing. It’s hard not knowing what she thinks about me. She might hate me, or she might like me back. I wouldn’t know until I ask, but I’m too scared to do that. It’s been bothering me since last year and quite frankly it won’t get out of my head.” He goes silent, waiting for your response.

“Dude, same. I feel you. I’ve liked someone for years, and yet I still haven’t confessed to him. Honestly it bothers me too, but I don’t know what to do myself. I can give you advice, but I won’t act on it because I don’t know how to. The risk is too high and I can’t lose another close friend.” You stop, playing with the hem of the thick coat as wind blows around you two.

“What do you think I should do then?”

You huff out, a puff of steam coming out from your mouth.

“You should totally just tell her. She would understand if she was a real friend. If your feelings end up unrequited and she stops being friends with you because of that then it’s just immature. To be honest she probably likes you too, I mean who wouldn’t? You’re literally top tier boyfriend material, there’s no way she hasn’t fallen for you yet.” Pointing at him, you wave your index finger in circles around him, hyping him up. Although you’re slightly disheartened by the fact that Tsukishima already likes somebody, you’re still determined to help him get to whoever this girl is. As long as he’s happy, your issues can wait.

The blond chuckles dryly, his mind racing.

“It’s not that easy you know. Are you sure this is gonna work?”

You slyly smile, nodding your head furiously. You’re all here for Tsukishima confessing to the girl of his dreams even if it hur-

“It’s you.”

Wait what?

Your mind goes blank for a second, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. His statement echoes through your head loud and clear. Your mouth slowly drops, hanging open as it curls up into a wide smile. You start to laugh until you grab your stomach and double over. Tsukishima stares at you in confusion. “What?” You wipe the tears in your eyes, continuing to laugh your ass off while you shake your head. “No way, there’s no way you like me. Never in a million years. Dude stop joking around and call your crush, I wanna see her reaction! Plus, I’m not good enough for you, you’re literally the definition of perfecti-”

You shut up as you feel a pair of lips on yours, and a hand pulling your chin in. You gasp in surprise, not knowing how to react. It’s like you’re suddenly hypersensitive to everything around you. The glow of the flowers seem more vibrant than when you first got here. The wind felt colder than it should have. The moon is blindingly bright, like a flashlight in a cave, illuminating everything. You can feel every single snowflake that lands on you, tingling your skin. Feeling the grip on your chin that loosened, you pull away slightly, eyes agape and face dusted red as you stare back at Tsukishima’s eyes. Those goddamn eyes that get you every time. His permanent frown is now a tiny, but slightly melancholy grin.

“Does that prove it?”

You don’t know what to say. Your composure is completely broken. The thumping of your heart is heavy and you can’t hear anything apart from that. Your face is completely red, warming you up better that his coat ever can. You try your best to make a clear sentence. “Kei I- I wa- Tha-” Giving up, you do the only thing you can think of to show him how you feel. Grabbing his sweater, you pull him into another kiss, this time squeezing your eyes shut as you appreciate the moment. You know that the moon flowers are still blooming, the snow is still falling, but you don’t care. All you want is for time to be frozen for this. You wish for this moment to last forever, although you know it’s impossible. Just you, and Tsukishima, pouring out your feelings for each other in a field of glowing flowers and silence in the darkness of the night. His hands find their way to your cheeks, cupping them tenderly as he smiles. This is the best he’s ever felt in a really, really long time. It’s as if a weight had been removed from his chest. He no longer has to hide his emotions. This is enough to show him everything. His notebook lays next to him, the pencil rolling off of it and onto the bridge. The half finished two page drawing is made visible by the moonlight, and it isn’t just a drawing of the flowers.

It’s you. He was drawing your expression when you saw the field of flowers, along with the blooming wonders in front of him.

The two of you stay in that position, lips connected, until you feel your lungs give out. Pulling away, you give out an audible gasp, giggling to yourself.

“Well that felt nice. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

The world might’ve still been spinning, and everyone might’ve still been sleeping soundly in bed, or they might’ve been doing whatever they were doing as the world moved on.

But just for a few moments, you swore that time was frozen for the two of you.

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Frozen by Sabrina Claudio

Lyrics from Frozen

A shit ton of weird flower searches on google

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appleciders · 4 years

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personally, im also deep in the station 19 muck but like you i wish i wasn't. randomly watched it because pandemic and maya bishop is just so compelling, even with all the bad writing i still love her sm. is there anything you would want to see for season 4? your hair cut fic was so good and i cant stop thinking about how much better the season would have been had it ended like that instead.

first off, sorry to both of us for being here! but i guess let’s take escapism where can get it, hey. second, thank you so much for reading the fic!! i’m super honored you liked it <33

as for what i would want for s4...whew. a lot, lmao. i’ll put in under a cut to save my poor non-s19 followers.

mostly, i want them to please slow down the pacing. let story arcs breathe and build and develop. last season was so rushed—ryan’s death and rigo’s death and pruitt’s death all crammed in, andy and sullivan having a shotgun wedding out of nowhere, maya and carina fastforwarding to i love yous with only 30 second scenes and not a real date to be seen, vic hardly getting to process ripley—i could go on. it’s cheap and messy storytelling. cut it out.

i also really want them to let relationships do the same. i want to see the friendships that were so strained last season to grow again. show me andy, maya, and vic being friends and supporting each other!! for the love of god!! (show me andy and maya being friends, period. for the whole season. the whole goddamn season. no drama between them, only supporting each other through outside drama. if i have to see another season where these ‘best friends’ are at each other’s throats half the time, i swear to god.)

show me more team-as-family! a) i eat that shit up, and b) that’s supposed to be the underlying theme and premise of the show. show them laughing and goofing off together, show them holding each other up when things get tough, show them teasing each other to hell and back while they cook together in the beanery. invest in that again.

for the romances....develop that shit. honestly, i really hope andy and sullivan either break up or really do the fucking work to fix their relationship, because as-is, it’s a hot mess. and not a hot mess i particularly care to watch. i liked them fine in season 2, but the sullivan arc in s3 (which...not to out myself as having watched chicago fire, but which is a blatant rip-off of severide’s s1 arc in cf) puts him in a place where he’s not really ready for a relationship. and with the amount of shit they put andy through, she’s not, either. i know it’s impossible on a drama, but i would really like andy to be single this season? idk, i’m tired.

maya and carina better not be all sunshine and rainbows. they need to do the work! they need to show the work! after that rushed-ass ‘forgive me’ scene (where carina was...pressured into forgiving maya like the day after she cheated on her??? and that was framed as a good thing?? make it make sense), they deserve to show them actually navigating that broken trust and rebuilding something real. and as someone who doesn’t watch grey’s, i really don’t know carina very well? 90% of her scenes were her supporting maya through her ongoing breakdown (though a totally understandable breakdown! not criticizing maya for having trauma), so i’d like to see more of a balance of support in the relationship and more development of her as an individual apart from maya. she’ll be sticking around, and that will be much more interesting if she bonds with other members of the team.

dean and vic...look, my hands-down #1 wish for season 4 is that they treat vic hughes well, with respect, with screentime, and with a good arc. she’s the absolute best. and as much as i love dean miller (hint: a lot), he needs to start guzzling his respecting vic juice if the writers are gonna try to set up anything. personally, i’d really like to see them move past it? awkward crushes between friends happen. putting myself in dean’s shoes, living with one of my best friends who i’m also secretly crushing on, watching her play with my baby...it’d be a lot too!! but that doesn’t excuse being a dick, so i’d really like to see them take some time apart, and then start their friendship back up on a foundation of honesty and communication. because they’re so good, guys.

individual character notes!!!

well. i want every person at this goddamn station to go to therapy. they won’t, but i want them to.

andy needs to go to serious grief counseling after season 3. compounded by what’s bound to be a shitstorm from the discovery that her mother is alive? please. in regards to the whole mother arc, i really don’t want it her disappearance to have been like...gang-related. i’ve seen that posited as a theory, and that’s just a whole bundle of stereotypes we don’t need to get into. i also want the mom reveal to be the main revelation that takes up the majority of her arc the first half of the season, just to have time to process it. the captain’s race took up all of season 1—you can give this twist time to marinate properly.

vic hughes, my moon, my stars! i really loved the snippets of vic’s backstory that they gave us in s3. as someone who lost a family member to early-onset alzheimer’s in november, 3x09 was...oof. a lot. i love how they committed to fleshing out her past and her backstory more and i love the emotional depth barrett doss always brings to the screen. for season 4, i’d love to see vic get to process ripley and jackson properly. (and here i repeat my forever adage for female characters lol: let them be single for a hot sec.) i want her to move in with maya, because i think that dynamic is so fun and ripe for exploration, and then i’d love to see her digging in to her issues and getting help—going back to the firefighter group, actually talking, spending time with her found family. (sidenote: would love to see her help out with some like youth community theatre classes on her days off? developing connections with kids who have gone through losses, supporting them and in turn realizing the support she needs herself...tell me vic singing with kids wouldn’t be the cutest shit). anyway, i just rly want her to get a good storyline. but i’m not a screenwriter so like...hope they come up with one!

i’ve already written much more than i’m sure you wanted, so i’m going to condense the boys into one paragraph lol. i want jack gibson to heal himself and stop sleeping with taken women! his new found family is super sweet, so i really hope he gets to keep it throughout s4. i want travis montgomery to get only good and happy things, and the same goes for warren. actually, i’d love to see warren step into his new role as team Older Person a bit more? i think that would be a really fun and heartwarming dynamic to play with all the other characters. dean i think i already touched on, but i’d love him to take a breath, apologize to vic and explain, and lean on the rest of his found family. he’s gonna be such a good dad and i’m excited to see more of that.

finally: maya. oh, maya. she needs therapy. you can’t have a character say she’s been dealing with suicidal ideation and anxiety for nearly 20 years and just...magically make it all better. she deserves to get to unpack all the shit with her dad, and all the ways that’s impacted her. on some level, i kinda wish she’d not stayed as captain—i love her scenes so much when she’s allowed to be just chilling on the same level as her team. since that’s not the case, finding a right balance of her as captain and her as friend is gonna be super important. i want her to open up to her friends and lean on them. i’d love for mason to come back, too? i think her trying to heal herself, establish herself as a team member and leader, and rebuild her relationships with her brother as well as her found family and girlfriend would be more than enough material for an arc. it won’t always go great! this stuff isn’t an easy fix! but that’s why it’d be worth writing. plus, so many members of the team have shitty relationships with their parents that even though they won’t understand what maya went through, there’s some really fertile ground for compassion and cathartic ‘fuck our dads’ ball-busting i’d love to see seeded. bonus father’s day episode where literally none of them are happy and they decide to like...go play laser tag or something.

anyway, i’m sure that’s more than you wanted!! but thank you for the q lmao apparently i had a lot to say

#station 19 #maya bishop #vic hughes #andy herrera #like...everybody else lmao #yes i have homework due in 10 minutes i haven't started!#yes i decided to think about this instead!#what of it #....whoops #Anonymous

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mayaparker · 5 years

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Good Times Roll;

After discovering that some members of Rat City Roller Derby, the supernatural members, were planning to set up a roller skating Pride event, Maya immediately texted Ruby. They would be going, of course. At the pre-arranged time, she showed up at Ruby’s place. She had already dressed for the event in her spectacularly Pride outfit. “Get in, bitch, we’re going skating,” she shouted, already having pre-gamed a little bit.

Ruby hadn’t been roller skating in years. Frankly, she expected to bust her ass more than staying on her feet. But it was fucking Pride. She wouldn’t miss it for anything. So when Maya showed up, Ruby was ready, dressed in her own outfit. “Is that a werewolf joke?” Ruby asked as she came down her front steps towards Maya. “Cause it’s a shitty one if it is.” She snorted with laughter, also having done a bit of pre-skating drinking.

“It’s a Mean Girls joke,” Maya replied, “I only tell good werewolf jokes.” She gave Ruby a shit eating grin. “Now, which one of us is driving. Because I’m already tipsy,” she said. It had been a long time since she’d been roller skating. But she’d grown up ice skating and it couldn’t be that different. At the very least she’d suffered far worse bruises than a few from falling down.

“Uber’s drivin’,” Ruby said, shaking her phone at Maya. “I don’t have a car, remember?” She should probably remember that eventually, but why bother when most places were in walking distance. Well, if you were in town that is. “You don’t say.” She booped Maya’s nose as the other woman said she was already on her way to drunk. “I had a bit, but I’m savin’ the rest for later.”

Soon enough, their ride arrived, and they clambered in. It was a relatively short ride to where they were going, and Ruby looked at Maya as they got out of the car. “You’re tryin’ to kill me, aren’t you?”

Maya nodded, “Right, you don’t have a car.” She remembered, vaguely mostly, that Ruby had mentioned borrowing the car the last time they’d gone out. To her credit, a lot had gone on that night. They drove mostly in companionable silence to the converted warehouse. Once they got out she had to laugh at Ruby’s accusation. “I can’t kill you,” she said, “Who else could I complain to about not getting laid enough?”

They entered the rink after a quick liability and ID check. After entering Maya picked up a free whisky coke for both of them by flirting with the bartender. Sitting on a wooden bench she laced up her rented skates. She turned to Ruby, saying, “Okay I haven’t skated in forever, so legally you can’t make fun of me.”

“I should get one,” Ruby commented idly.

Once at their destination, Ruby grinned over at Maya. “You could complain to the dude you’re sleepin’ with.” She gave her friend a wink and they moved off towards the arena. Inside, Ruby was quickly accosted with a plethora of smells, but the atmosphere was one of people having fun. Taking the drink with a nod of thanks, Ruby got her own skates and moved to sit next to Maya.

“Last time I did this I was… fifteen? Sixteen? Fuck that was a long time ago.” Ruby was wearing thigh-high white ‘socks’ with rainbows around the edges, a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and a t-shirt with the Rocky Horror logo on it that said ‘Taste the Rainbow.’ Before she got up, she finished her drink and threw away the cup. “Okay, so tell me what we’re doin’. Do I need to bust some heads?”

Maya laughed. “Admittedly, I’m set on that front for the moment,” she replied. Inside was all the signs of a good party plus wheels. A DJ played from his booth while people laughed and talked over the music. More than a few people were attempting to dance on their skates too. The smell of cheap overly processed food wafted over the crowd. Maya laced up her skates, feeling none of the bad vibes she’d gotten at the last party they’d gone to. She took another sip of her drink before standing. “Okay, so no making fun of each other,” she said, “Unless obviously it’s a really good wipe out.”

After taking a few steps, lidded drink still in hand, to ensure she wasn’t about to topple over, Maya felt decently confident she wasn’t going to hurt herself. She did give Ruby a mildly confused look though at her question. “Bust heads?” she asked, “We’re here to skate. And potentially embarrass ourselves in front of these nice people.” She gestured towards the oblivious crowd.

“Oh yeah?” Ruby asked as they went inside. “I’m just… hm, nevermind.” The music was loud and so were the people. But in a good, fun-loving time. Almost immediately, Ruby was sucked into the atmosphere of the place, and found herself feeling giddy and light-hearted. This was the type of fun Ruby liked. Good-natured, slightly drunk fun. With maybe some food and laughter (though probably no sexy times, considering several factors were not present) along the way.

“On my honor.” Ruby held up three fingers. “I’ll only laugh if it’s really fuckin’ funny.” She followed, a fair bit more wobbly on her skates than Maya, but found that after a few minutes she had seemed to get the hang of it. “Hey, I think I-” Her feet slid out from under her and Ruby fell flat on her ass. “Owwwwww…” she groaned, overly dramatic. “My ass… fuck….” But she was laughing all the same. “Help me up. I need more booze so I can skate straight.”

“You’re just?” Maya followed up, curious. For the most part, she’d left her looking for a fight days behind her. There were still a few people she’d throw down with, but since none of them were present she had no plans to fight.

While laughing, she nodded, “Ditto.” Having gone ice skating plenty as a kid, she took to the skating fairly easily. Still, she had yet to start trying to dance as well. Everything seemed to be going well when suddenly Ruby dropped out of Maya’s peripheral vision. She stopped and turned to see her friend on the ground. She tried hard to keep from laughing. Of course, she also put a hand out to help her friend up. She did laugh at Ruby’s plan to skate. Putting her hands up in fake surrender, Maya replied, “If you think that’ll help.”

“Nothin’...” Ruby said, unconvincingly. She wasn’t looking for a fight either, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t throw hands if someone wanted to push their luck. Though she had to be careful, considering she was stronger now than she had been as a human. But like Maya, there was no urge for that in Ruby’s current mood.

Dancing might come later, but first Ruby had to get a feel for actually staying upright on the skates. Taking Maya’s offered hand, Ruby got to her feet, holding onto her friend until she was a bit steadier. “It always helps…” Ruby laughed. Making her way slowly to the drinks area, Ruby got her own and took a moment to suck a fair bit of it down.

“Alright… lets try this again… from the top…”

It took another two near-falls for Ruby to find her feet, but eventually she made a complete circuit, holding up her hands with a yell of achievement.

“Nothing?” Maya pressed.

She took a slow lap while Ruby went to get another drink. Her head bobbed along to the music. It felt good. She felt good. She sipped her drink. Soon enough, Ruby returned. They skated around the wooden floor slowly. Every time Ruby almost fell, Maya put out an arm to help steady Ruby. She clapped as best she could when they officially made one complete lap together.

“So,” she asked with a mischievous smile, “What’s up with you and Aedan?” Now that Ruby seemed to have her sea legs so to speak, they could chat a bit. And hopefully Ruby would be more open in a place where they didn’t have to look directly at each other.

“Nothin’ as in ‘nothing.’ As in it’s been… a couple of months of nothin’. But… it’s alright.” Ruby hadn’t exactly been looking for much in the way of ‘companionship,’ but she didn’t say that out loud. The drink helped, or seemed to, as they skated. Ruby thought maybe there was something in it that helped her balance, or maybe it was just a placebo effect. Either way, she was having a good time.

So when Maya asked her question, Ruby was concentrating way too hard on staying upright to deflect all that much, or to actually catch Maya’s meaning. “Hm? Oh… um… we’re pals…” she said, watching the arena floor so she didn’t fall.

“Oh, you’re talking about fucking,” Maya said with sudden realization, “I totally thought you were angling for a fight.” She laughed. That made a lot more sense. “You know I can help you out with that right? I mean, what’s an orgasm or two between friends. Or, you know, I could be your wingwoman.”

Although, secretly, Maya suspected that it wasn’t just about not having an orgasm for a few months. “Pals?” she asked, this time the innuendo in her voice was unmistakable, “You think I’m stupid?” She took another sip from her drink, almost draining it.

“Yeah, ‘m talkin’ about fucking,” Ruby snorted. “You thought-?” She shook her head, laughing a bit. “Nah, I don’t wanna fight. Unless you need me to fight somebody? Then I’m down.” She glanced at Maya, a small blush coming to her cheeks. “You rub mine, I rub yours?” Ruby grinned. “Least we know it wouldn’t come with any strings attached. And I mean… you are a pretty good lay, if I do say so.”

Ruby tipped her drink back as she glided along. “What? We are.” She coughed slightly, turning back to skating. “And no I don’t think you’re stupid. I just… think you’re way too goddamn observant sometimes.” Another long sip of her drink. “We haven’t fucked, if that’s what you’re askin’.”

“You said bust heads,” Maya defended her assumption with a laugh and no real heart in it. Even in the dim light of the rink she didn’t miss the blush on Ruby’s cheeks. While she was never one to joke about sex without being willing to back it up, she didn’t think that was really what Ruby wanted. Especially thanks to Ruby’s next words. She couldn’t help the grin that curled her lips or the way her eyes lit up. “Oh my God, you totally like him,” she exclaimed. She finished off her drink.

As she skated away to get a refill, Maya jokingly sang, “Aedan and Ruby sitting in a tree…”, but stopped there. Her meaning after all was obvious at that point.

“Did I?” Ruby asked, feigning ignorance.

Maya didn’t miss much, Ruby knew. It was one of the many things she loved about her friend. Though it could be an actual pain in the ass at times too. Though Ruby had her own attributes that Maya was certain to think of as a pain in the ass too. As for the sex, Ruby had her reasons. Would she stick to those guns? Maybe. Maybe not. At the end of the night, who really knew. Especially since she knew there wouldn’t be any strings attached if she and Maya ended up doing each other a mutual favor.

She swatted at her friend as she pointed out what she thought was obvious. “Shut up,” Ruby laughed, but didn’t deny it. Though as Maya started belting out a grade school rhyme, Ruby rolled her eyes. “Just remember paybacks a bitch! And she looks a lot like me.” But there was no heat in Ruby’s words, and she skated towards Maya and more alcohol.

“Awwww,” Maya teased, “Not even trying to deny it.” Of course, she loved to tease her friend, but she would never breathe a word of it to anyone else. She would also help Ruby with whatever she needed. Which she was pretty sure wasn’t sex even with a no strings attached friend.

“You think you scare me?” she called back. She also knew that Ruby would never actually hurt her. Besides, there was nothing to tease Maya about in the romantic department. She didn’t date and she couldn’t fall in love. She ordered another double whiskey coke, paying for it this time. “So,” she asked, leaning casually against the counter while Ruby ordered, “What are you going to do about it?”

“What’s the point?” Ruby said, only a bit sheepishly. “I do like him.” She scrubbed a hand through her hair. “Course I do…” Though that was murmured mostly to herself.

“Bout as much as you scare me,” Ruby said as she rolled up. She rarely teased Maya about anything to do with her love life. Not because Ruby knew what she saw when it came to her friend and a certain wolf, but because Maya would deny it all day long. And it wasn’t worth potentially upsetting anyone just to prove her point. It would happen eventually. Hopefully in good circumstances. And when it did, Ruby would just keep her mouth closed. Mostly.

Ruby ordered a tequila sunrise, doubled up, and glanced at Maya while the bartender mixed it up. “What d’you mean what am I gonna do about it? There’s nothin’... to do.” Ruby worried her lip with her teeth, knowing that wasn’t exactly true.

Maya had to give her that one. If it was true and they both knew it then there wasn’t much point in denying it. It was easy for her to laugh too when Ruby pointed out she wasn’t scared of Maya either. She took a sip of her fresh drink.

If Ruby had pointed out to Maya that the same questions could be asked about her and Ryden, she would’ve been genuinely confused. It had yet to enter her mind that they might be anything more than friends. After all he was leaving and she’d had her heart too broken for that a long time ago. Although she was far less certain that she was going to let him leave to face the Man in Black alone. As for the other part though, her faith in that had never been shaken. Not since Jonah. And she thought it was fact that had to be obvious to Ruby too.

“There’s nothing to do my ass,” Maya replied, “I was there at the bonfire, remember? And I’m observant as fuck. That was not one sided flirting.”

“I remember,” Ruby said, taking her drink and taking a long sip. “And yeah. You are.” She glanced at her friend, knowing Maya wouldn’t bullshit her about this kind of thing, not after they’d been friends for so long. Especially since Maya knew all the things Ruby had been through as far as previous relationships went. But Ruby was also unwilling to let herself believe that it was anything more than what it was.

“Maybe not,” she admitted with a half-hearted shrug. “But that’s all it is. Flirting. There’s not anything serious behind it.” Ruby frowned slightly into her drink. There was never anything serious behind it. Was there?

Honesty was, in most things, the best policy. Certainly when it came to telling a good friend that, obviously, any decent person should totally be in to her. Or that her crush didn’t seem one-sided, at least not from what Maya had seen. “You’ll never know that,” she replied about there being nothing serious behind the flirting, “Not unless you ask. And it’s not fair of you to decide how he feels.”

She took another sip of her drink before pushing off the counter. “Now, c’mon on we’ve got some rolling to do,” she said, holding out a hand for Ruby to take.

Honesty was best. Almost always. Except when it came to herself it seemed. Then, honesty was just plain scary. Ruby sighed. Maya was right, goddamn her. “I know. But I also know that neither of us is ready for any kinda… relationship. Not that… there has to be one, obviously. But he did say that much… around Valentine’s actually. And so did I.” Not that Ruby had asked him, or vice versa. Christ, she would never do that. It had been after they’d seen a movie together. After they’d- Ruby blushed again just thinking about it.

“But yeah, I know, okay? I also know that… it’s a little bit more than that. For me at least. But I’m not gonna mess anything up, so…” She shrugged again and downed half her drink before taking Maya’s hand. “Pull me faster.”

Maya couldn’t exactly fault Ruby there. If they had both agreed that they weren’t ready for a relationship then there wasn’t much to do about it. And she knew plenty well that you could want something without it being the right thing for you. She was about to say something to that effect when she saw Ruby blush. “Hold on now, what’s that blush for babe?” she asked. Something other than the acknowledgement that neither of them were ready for a relationship had happened on Valentine’s.

It was a bit hypocritical, maybe, of Maya to give that particular advice. She had a bad habit of assuming how people would feel. Mostly that they would get bored or worse sick of her. As much as she tried to justify it with past experience it wasn’t fair and, at least so far, it wasn’t accurate either. But she was working on it. She gave Ruby an affectionate smile, “Well, to be fair I know like negative five things about love, so who am I to give advice, really? However it works out though, I’ll be there for you.”

Maya laughed at Ruby’s request. “So I have to carry you home? I don’t think so,” she replied. She turned around as she said it, almost falling in the process. When she managed to stay on her feet, she gave a little gymnast pose with smile.

Maya was right. Not being ready for something didn’t mean you couldn’t want it. The thing was, Ruby didn’t know what she wanted. She knew that she liked Aedan very much, and cared for him deeply. They had a connection (a literal spiritual one) that went deeper than ‘just friends’, but how deep - and why - was where Ruby felt confused. Were her feelings her own? Or were they influenced by the spirits? That was one of the many things she needed to figure out before she let herself even entertain the notion of perhaps having something more. With Aedan or anyone else.

Besides, who’s to say he even felt the same? Ruby wasn’t going to stress over it. What they had was good, and she was loathe to ruin it because she let herself get carried away.

“What blush?” Ruby said, but knew she’d already been caught out by her friend. She sighed, scrubbing a hand through her hair. “We might’ve… kissed and… other… things… a bit. Once. At the movies.”

She couldn’t help the smile that crept over her face as Maya said she’d be there for Ruby no matter what. “Thanks… I’m just… we’ll see, hm? I’m not gonna stress out over it.”

Ruby tried to skate faster on her own, but only succeeded in skating into the wall. But she didn’t fall. She stuck her tongue out as Maya fared much better.

“And other things?” Maya asked because that could cover a whole range of things. Plus she was right about Ruby blushing and she wanted to gloat about that a little bit. As Ruby had pointed out earlier, Maya was observant. She might’ve been a shit student, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t smart.

Her grin softened. She liked to be right, of course, everyone did. But it was more important that Ruby knew Maya wasn’t going to abandon her like so many others. “Okay,” she said with a serious nod before adding, “And let me know if you need me to talk you up to him. Because you’re hot as fuck and everyone deserves to know that.”

Maya had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing as Ruby ran into a wall. Her drink felt cool against the hand it got pressed too. She stuck her tongue out back. She then explained with a shrug, “We ice skated a lot back in Mass. It’s the same idea.”

“Yeah,” Ruby said sheepishly. She wasn’t one to kiss and tell, but she knew Maya wouldn’t tell anyone else. “We weren’t drunk, before you go there,” Ruby said, though her tone was still teasing. “We met at the movies by accident, decided not to go see the one that might as well be softcore porn that everyone else was going to. Ended up the only ones in the theater.” She wobbled a bit on her skates, but stayed upright as she recounted - vaguely, of course, knowing Maya didn’t need or want a full description - that night. “It just… happened. I don’t think either of us intended it. I certainly didn’t.” She glanced at her friend. “Nothing’s really happened since. And… that’s okay. I don’t…” Ruby grumbled to herself, unsure how to explain, or if she even needed to. “He means more to me than a one-night stand.” There, she’d said it. And that was all she was going to say.

She snorted at Maya, trying to bump her but failing. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or afraid of you wantin’ to do that. But… I’m alright. Really.” Her smile softened. “But thanks.” Ruby took a breath and let it out. “I don’t have any expectations, but… we’ll see. Que sera sera and all that shit, right?”

Ruby turned to lean against the wall as she got her balance back. “Ice skating is probably worse. Then you’re cold and your ass hurts.” Though truthfully Ruby had never really been ice skating. “I used to waterski when I was a teenager. But that’s… hell, twenty years ago.”

#[pride 2k19]#Ruby Devereaux #good times roll: ruby devereaux #//whoops not technically finished b/c I'm the worst

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wakandas-vibranium · 6 years

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Quandary Part Eight

Pairing: Erik x Black Fem!Reader x T’Challa

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning(s): Angst, mild violence

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You roamed the palace halls with Ayo and Lulu. Surprisingly, your workload was light today so you decided to stay close to home. T’Challa walked out of his master suite, gliding over and stopping in front of you. Lulu and Ayo crossed their arms over their chest in greeting. You promised him that you’d keep Nakia’s shenanigans under wraps for now.

“Hi.” He smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

“You doing okay?” You asked, returning his hug.

“Trying to.” He sighed, pulling away from you.

You huffed as you saw Nakia approaching from your peripheral vision. You weren’t about to let her sour your mood. She didn’t deserve that much power. She was a cretin in your eyes.

“I’ll see you later old man.” You grinned, walking away from him.

“You ladies want to grab lunch?” You asked Ayo and Lulu. You were starving and there was a new restaurant in town that opened last night. Before they could respond Nakia’s loud voice grabbed your attention.

“T’Challa why are you staring at (Y/N)’s ass?” Nakia screeched.

You turned around just in time to watch her smack T’Challa upside his head. Erik’s feet stomped against the palace floors as he stormed over to T’Challa, fists clenched at his sides. T’Challa huffed, holding his arms behind his back as he nonchalantly watched Erik charge over to him. ‘Not this again’ you thought.

“Yo T, you better keep your eyes off my woman before I find another cliff!” Erik threatened.

“Here we go.” Ayo mumbled, rolling her eyes as she watched the scene unfold. She was fed up with their antics just as much as you.

“I am the King and I will look wherever I so choose.” T’Challa shrugged.

“Not at my goddamn wife.” Erik countered, jabbing T’Challa in the chest with his finger.

“Sounds to me like you are afraid that she will want me again.” T’Challa taunted, reveling in the fact that he was pissing off his cousin.

“Never. You had your chance and you blew it.” Erik scoffed, eyebrows furrowing in anger.

T’Challa’s words were getting to Erik. They always did, and you were sick of them both.

“What is it N’Jadaka — are you worried that she will want a real man who knows exactly how to handle her?” T’Challa questioned.

Nakia’s jaw was on the floor. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of T’Challa’s mouth and neither could you. Their petty feuds never went this far. Constantly fighting over you not realizing that they were embarrassing you every single time.

“I know how to handle my wife.” Erik faltered as T’Challa’s words hit a little too close to home.

“That’s not what she said.” T’Challa chuckled.

Ah, hell. This was going to escalate. T’Challa was going too far and soon enough Erik was going to deck him in his jaw.

“Fuck you, T’Challa!” Erik said, his fists were clenched so tightly his nails dug into his skin.

“Your wife will eventually.” T’Challa badgered, grinning as Erik’s nostrils flared in anger.

That was the last straw. Erik’s shoulders tensed as he unsheathed his sword and in the blink of an eye he was in his golden jaguar suit. The Dora Milaje ran up, shoving Nakia out of the way as they pointed their swords at Erik, but T’Challa extended his hand, stopping them.

“My wife ain’t thinkin’ about you T! Especially when she nuttin’ on my dick every night!” Erik bellowed for everyone in the palace to hear.

“Of course, she thinks about me —” T’Challa continued as he lunged at Erik, “—After all no one fucks her better than me.”

T’Challa was in his purple panther suit pushing Erik back. You were sick of them. Arguing over you as if you were some possession. Your skin boiled with anger and before you knew it you were marching over to them. You quickly stepped between them, pushing them apart with your left hand on T’Challa’s chest and the other on Erik’s.

“Faces, now!” You demanded, furious eyes shifting back and forth between them.

Their helmets diverted back into the necklace of their suits, so their faces were visible now, but they still had hatred in their eyes as they glared at one another over your shoulder.

“How dare the both of you fight over me like I’m some fucking chew toy?” You spat, pushing them away from you.

“Baby, T ain’t bout to —“ Erik started, but you cut him off.

“No, I don’t want to hear it, Erik!” You dismissed.

“But he kept — “ Erik started again, but you weren’t trying to hear the bullshit excuse he had for embarrassing you yet again.

“Ayo! Lulu!” You called.

They rushed over, swords clenched in their hands, “Yes, ikumkani wam?”

“Escort Prince N’Jadaka back to our suite.” You ordered, not taking your eyes off Erik.

“C’mon, baby!” Erik complained, reaching for your arm.

“Walk away from me. Now.” You urged.

Erik sucked his teeth before walking away with Ayo and Lulu.

“And make sure he stays until I get there.” You called after them.

“Yam ukumkanikazi.” Ayo and Lulu snickered, leading Erik to your master suite.

“For the last time I am the Queen of Wakanda! Not (Y/N)!” Nakia exclaimed, stomping over to you, pointing her finger in your face.

“Oh Nakia.” You chastised.

T’Challa took a step back watching the two of you have at it.

“When will you get it? I will always be the Queen of Wakanda.” You said, batting your eyelashes.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” She hissed.

“That’s the problem. You don’t. The people of Wakanda despise you so much that you make Wakabi look like an angel.” You jabbed.

She opened her mouth for a rebttal, but you cut her off. Your patience was running thin.

“Nakia you best get the fuck out of my face because if I recall, I’ve owed you an ass whopping for about three years now.”

Nakia didn’t want no smoke so she stormed off. Probably to go suck M’baku’s dick in the cold ass mountains. Treacherous bitch.

“(Y/N) —” T’Challa started.

“Get your ass in there now.” You said through gritted teeth as you pointed to any empty room across the hall.

T’Challa frowned as he dropped his head, strolling over to the room. You slammed the door closed behind you after following him in.

“T’Challa, what is the matter with you, huh?”

“I want you back.” He admitted.

“You’ve got to be kidding...” You huffed.

You rubbed your temples, trying to settle your nerves. Was your life ever going to go back to normal? Could you go a day without a quandary taking place? Apparently not! You wanted to live in a world where men didn’t exist.

“Now that I’m finally happy and married to the man of my dreams you want me back?” You said, scoffing as he turned away, unable to answer your question.

“Is this about Nakia and M’baku?” You probed.

He flopped on the chaise, twiddling his thumbs as he stared at the floor.

“I get the results back tonight,” he sighed deeply, looking up at you, “If Nabu turns out to be M’baku’s son I have no clue what I will do.”

“Well, I’m here for you. No matter what the results say.” You promised, sitting down next to him on the chaise.

“N’Jadaka will not like that.” He acknowledged.

“Erik doesn’t control me.” You said, folding your arms over your chest.

“Does he make love to you better than me?” He blurted.

“T’Challa!” You inhaled sharply, taken aback by his blunt question.

His shoulders bounced as he laughed at your surprised face. You slapped his arm which only made him laugh harder.

“Well, does he?” He repeated, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“I am not discussing that with you.” You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, looking all around the room. Anywhere but at T’Challa.

You’ve thought about it, sure but it was pointless to compare the two. They both were in a lane of their own.

“Do you miss me?” He asked, scooting closer to you.

“Nope.” You said, standing up to exit the room. You were not about to get into with him. Absolutely not.

“We’ll see about that.” He called after you.

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You stood in the middle of your parlor, staring a hole through your husband’s head as he sat on the ottoman glaring right back at you. He had some nerve acting a whole fool in front of everyone, letting T’Challa’s words get to him.

“What in the fuck was that?” You questioned, frowning at him.

“He kept talking shit, baby!” Erik ranted, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Oh, so that gives you the right to explicitly talk about our sex lives in front of everyone?” You accused, stepping toward him.

“T thinks that he can just —“

“I don’t give an inch of a fuck what T’Challa thinks, Erik,” You interrupted him, “You are my husband. YOU! There should be no reason why you have to fight over me with any man.”

Erik sounded like a broken record. Having no real excuse as to why he continued to pick fights with T’Challa. T’Challa had a part to play, too, but Erik was your husband and he needed to learn how to ignore T’Challa’s arrogant ass.

“Is this why you won’t give me a baby because you want to get back with T?” He mumbled.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a calming breath. Erik loved to bring T’Challa into this conversation every time. Broadcasting his insecurities every chance he got.

“What does T’Challa have to do with me not wanting a child right now, Erik?” You demanded.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Erik could be such a child sometimes. Especially when it came to his insecurities and T’Challa was his biggest vacillation. It hurt you deep when Erik questioned your love for him. He couldn’t see that you loved him more than anyone.

“We’ve only been married for nine months. That’s too soon to have a kid.” You argued, placing your hands on your hips as you glared at him.

“You want a kid. Just not with me.” He glowered.

You turned away from him, glancing at your wedding photos on the wall. You were so tired of this argument. Erik wanted children and so did you, but not right now. It irked your nerves that he wouldn’t respect that. It wasn’t the right time to have a kid yet. Why couldn’t he see that?

“That’s not true and you know it.” You whispered.

“Tell me the fucking truth for once!” He roared.

Erik shot up from the ottoman, kicking over your large, blue vase. The tension thickened as the sound of shattering glass filled the parlor. His amber eyes widened with anger as he paced back and forth, feet crunching the glass.

You sighed deeply as your eyes fluttered closed. Erik never raised his voice at you and he wasn’t about to start. You don’t care how upset he was.

“I don’t know what is going on with you, but if you speak to me like that ever again I’ll knock your ass so hard you’ll join your daddy and uncles in the ancestral plane.” You promised through gritted teeth.

You never brought up N’Jobu, but he was pushing it and needed to know that you weren’t playing. After finding N’Jobu’s remains in Oakland last year you brought him back to Wakanda for a proper burial. It was a rough day for Erik and you haven’t mentioned his father since.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He apologized, reaching for your hand.

“Fuck your sorry.” You spat, snatching away from him.

The frantic knock at the door interrupted your heated conversation. You rolled your eyes at Erik before stepping over the glass to open the door. Ayo and Lulu were looking at you with desperate eyes. Ayo never worried which put you on edge.

“What’s going on?” You asked, eyes shifting between them, willing someone to speak.

“Kumkani has gone mad. None of us can get him to calm down so, General sent us to get you.” Lulu cautioned.

Oh, shit. If T’Challa was loosing it that means Nabu isn’t his son. You followed Ayo and Lulu through the palace, Erik right by your side. T’Challa’s thunderous voice echoed through the palace halls as you neared his office. Okoye, Shuri and Ramonda’s head turned to you as you stopped in front of the office door.

T’Challa had both of his hands wrapped around M’baku’s throat, squeezing the life out of him. Nakia was behind T’Challa, struggling to pull him off M’baku.

“You whore!” T’Challa roared as he shoved Nakia away from him, his strength caused her to fall to the floor. It’s where she belonged.

“(Y/N), please do something.” Shuri begged.

“What do you expect me to do?” You asked.

“You are our last hope.” Okoye mumbled.

“Let me try.” Erik offered, taking a step forward.

“Absolutely not.” Okoye shook her head disapprovingly, extending her spear to block Erik’s movement. She was right to. Erik would only make the situation worse. He shrugged as he stepped back beside you. He didn’t like M’baku so he didn’t care how the situation turned. Queen Mother grabbed your hand, smiling softly as she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Get through to him.” She said before walking back over to Shuri.

You rolled your eyes before entering T’Challa’s office. Why was this on you? If Okoye couldn’t get him off M’baku how in the hell did they expect you to succeed? Oh, well. You could at least try. You knew T’Challa couldn’t handle being a murderer. The guilt alone would kill him.

“T’Challa!” You blurted.

His shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice. You padded over to him, side eyeing Nakia as you passed her. She rolled her eyes at you. Oh, you couldn’t stand that bitch.

“Look at me, T’Challa.” You urged calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“No.” He rufused, tightening his grip on M’baku’s throat. M’baku gasped, sticking his thumbs T’Challa’s eyes, but T’Challa leaned back. M’baku gripped T’Challa’s hands as he tried to pry them off of his throat.

“You love me, right?” You asked, squeezing his shoulder.

“You know that I do.” He grunted, struggling to keep his hands around M’baku’s throat.

“Then let him go.” You placated, tugging his arm.

Per your request T’Challa released his hold on M’baku’s throat, sighing deeply as he looked down into your eyes while M’baku stumbled over to Nakia with gasping breaths.

“She knew that Nabu wasn’t mine.” T’Challa whispered, pulling you in by your waist as he leaned against his wooden desk.

“I’m sorry.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

You remembered your first month of being exiled. You wished nothing but agony on T’Challa for what he did to you every single day. Not like this though. You wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone.

Erik clenched his fists in anger at the sight of you tenderly interacting with T’Challa. It awakened some of the old hatred for his cousin and confirmed his suspicions. Erik’s green-eyed monster was front and center now.

“You’re not fit to be with Nakia,” M’baku started, “She deserves a man and you’re just a boy.”

“I will kill you both!” T’Challa threatened, charging at them, eyes burning with hatred.

You ran in front of T’Challa, extending your hand to stop him.

“M’baku, Nakia get behind me.” You said.

“I don’t have to listen to you.” She sneered.

“Bitch if you care about your life you better get behind me before I let T’Challa kill you.” You hissed. M’baku didn’t have to be told twice. He pulled Nakia behind you as T’Challa lunged forward. T’Challa had a murderous look on his face and you were nervous because you didn’t know what he was capable of right now.

“Get out of the way, (Y/N).” T’Challa growled.

“If you want them you have to go through me.” You quipped.

“I said move!” He shouted, moving to grab your arm.

“No strength of the black panther will keep you from getting your gap toothed ass kicked if you touch me.” You warned, raising an eyebrow.

He gazed into your eyes, detecting a note of rigidity. You weren’t playing. If he touched you it was on and popping. He huffed as he glared at Nakia one last time before taking a few steps back. He turned around, kicking one of his office chairs. He then proceeded to swipe everything off his desk. He ripped off his kimoyo beads, tossing them at the vibranium encased window. It only infuriated him more that they just slid down the window onto the floor. He kicked over his bookshelf, ripping the book pages and covers.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Michael, Gabriel, The 12 Disciples, Bast, Budha, Gandhi, Mother Theresa, Dr. Phil, Oprah SOMEBODY help us.

T’Challa was a madman, swearing in Xhosa, kicking and throwing anything he could get his hands on. You’ve never seen him this angry. Nothing but white hot anger flowed through his veins. You bit back a laugh as one of the ripped pages landed on your shoulder. You brushed it off as you cleared your throat. You figured now was a good time for everyone to leave while T’Challa was distracted.

“Everyone out.” You ordered, shooting daggers at M’baku and Nakia as you turned around to face them. Everyone just stared at you as if you too, had gone mad. They weren’t going to leave you alone with T’Challa. Not a chance in hell. Not while he was acting like this. You didn’t have time for their concern. T’Challa wouldn’t hurt you, not physically. You were the Queen.

“Now!” You roared.

Everyone except Erik jumped at the harshness of your voice, gathering their things. Erik didn’t move one bit. He stood his ground, folding his arms over his chest as he watched you bark orders. He wasn’t leaving you with T’Challa no matter what you said.

“Especially you Erik.” You demanded, swiftly stepping to the side as T’Challa tossed another item at the wall behind your head.

He opened his mouth to argue, but one glance at the coldness in your eyes stopped him in his tracks. You didn’t have time for his bullshit right now and he knew it. One by one they all filed out of T’Challa’s office. Erik was the last one to leave, slamming the door to make sure you knew he was enraged. You could only deal with one emotional Udaku at a time. Shit!

T’Challa opened the drawer of his desk where he kept some of his favorite pictures. One by one he slammed all of them on the floor before stomping on them. As he got to the last picture he ceased all movement. His heart ached as he held one of your old wedding photos in his hands.

Bast, give you strength. You had no clue how to calm him down, but you were going to try. You turned around facing T’Challa. He just stood there, chest heaving as he stared at whatever he was holding in his hands. You couldn’t see because his back was turned to you.

“T’Challa —“

“He’s not my son.” He whimpered as he placed the frame back in his drawer.

T’Challa dropped to his knees, shaking fists clenched at his sides as he cried softly. Drowning in the fact that the last three years of his life were fabricated. He looked up at you, lips trembling and shoulders heaving with raw emotion. Your heart sank as you watched the tears cascade from his stricken brown eyes.

You crouched on the floor behind T’Challa, pulling him between your legs as you wrapped your arms around him. As soon as his back hit your chest his soft cries turned into loud, rippling sobs.

“All this time —“ T’Challa gasped, gripping your wrist and resting it under his chin, “I thought I was his father.”

“I know.” You sighed deeply.

“I deserve this.” He cried harder.

“No, you don’t.” You hushed.

T’Challa had a feeling, but the confirmation that Nabu wasn’t his son ripped through his soul. His cries pierced you and it was getting more difficult

to contain your tears. His entire world vanished the minute he read those results. The only thing he knew was pain now. All of his memories with Nabu flashed through his mind, deepening the wound that was already so fresh. Nabu’s very first breath. His first laugh. His first word. His first steps. Everything. Each memory only twisted the knife further into his back.

“Why are you doing this?” T’Challa gulped, calming his ragged breaths.

“Doing what?” You whispered, rubbing his arm.

“Being here for me — after all I’ve done to you.” He rasped, shaking his head.

“I’ve forgiven you for that long ago, T’Challa. Besides, no one deserves this. Not even you.” You declared, voice wavering as you struggled to hold back tears.

This wasn’t about you right now. No, this was about the fact that Nakia was sleeping with T’Challa and M’baku at the same time. Not caring who she hurt. She had no love in her. She is the one who should’ve been exiled.

T’Challa sighed deeply, resting his head on your chest as he looked up at you. The corners of your mouth turned downward as you peered into his red, puffy eyes.

“Nakia and M’baku will come after me.” He croaked, entwining his slender fingers with yours.

“I don’t think that they are that stupid.” You shook your head in disbelief. It would be foolish of them to go after T’Challa.

“I do not know who to trust anymore.” He confessed, placing his free hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

“You can always trust me, T’Challa.” You consoled, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

It hurt you to see him like this. You felt helpless. All you could do was hold him in his time of misery. You combed your fingers through his curls, attempting to soothe his racing thoughts. You’d be damned if you let M’baku and Nakia seize Wakanda. Over your dead body.

“If M’baku challenges you again I will be there...ready to knock Nakia’s lights out if she so much as sneezes.” You assured, rocking both of you back and forth as you hummed softly.

“I love you.” T’Challa sniffled.

Those three words pulled at your heartstrings. You knew that he loved you. Any fool with eyes could see that. Over the years you’ve tried to convince yourself that you didn’t love T’Challa anymore. It even worked for awhile, but in this moment you couldn’t lie. Not to yourself or him. There were five people you would follow into the pits of hell and T’Challa was one of them. Your heart was being pulled by two men and the stigma of it all was slowly driving you insane.

“I love you, too.” You affirmed, holding him tighter as he wept in your arms.

You couldn’t stop the droplets from falling this time. The pellet of tears rolled down your cheeks, darkening your maroon blouse, no sign of stopping anytime soon. You noted that this was somehow your fault. You wished for him to suffer for months and now here he was...suffering. A bottomless pit of agony settled heavy inside of him. He no longer felt like a king. He was just a man — a man who lost everything he loved.

With each sob that escaped from T’Challa’s lips your heart sank a little more. You didn’t think it was possible to abhor Nakia more, but tonight’s events proved you wrong. Nakia was going to pay for all the pain she’s caused one way or another.

#don't y'all just love cliffhangers lol #*cackles*#erik killmonger x reader #t'challa x reader #erik killmonger fanfic #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #quandary #my fics #love triangle

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 6 years

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay folks. this is it. part 1 of the final chapter

here we go.

trial day 2?? oh yeah i forgot they split this game up in the worst, uneven way possible

wow that cutscene was

something alright

wow datz actually managed to hold onto the snow globe. kudos?

what the fuck

i think i heard it wrong but Dhurke’s objection sounds like an old man

I'm pretty sure i heard it wrong

missed the bass

who was that no– oh Garananana

i guess she's gonna be the final boss instead huh

im so tired i cant even snark properly

“is that kosher?”

i like it

oh god

what.... what is she wearing

i mean

fuckin

TALK about madonna-whore complex. oh yeah, time to turn super evil?? bear your midriff! show off dem tiddies!

look, SOJ. theres only one bad bitch in ace attorney who can pull off floaty tendril hair, and its NOT ga’ran.

i cant believe i have to look at this train wreck for the rest of the trial

“heh heh heh. its all coming back now. the feel of my blood pumping through my veins”

this is perhaps because youre actually moving now, your eminence.

can we just dispense with the trial and have a good old fashioned anime fight? cmon apollo, spike up that hair and grab your BFS.

“meep”

WHATS WITH THE MEEPING

BONNY DID THAT TOO

SOJ ITS 2016 ...ACTUALLY ITS 2028 YOU HOLES

everyone in the court: :O what??? whats wrong with rayfa??? why is she sad???

oh i dunno maybe because her fucking Father just got brutally murdered?? maybe??

what the fuck is up with SOJ characters being dumb as a bag of bricks when it comes to other peoples’ feelings regarding death of loved ones???

phoenix: shits fucked, thats why?? apollo: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday”

hey game you'd better not be implying any shit

“discipline”

soj

alright, back after another longass break. i can do this.

( That’s oddly compassionate of him, all things considered )

I was about to defend Nahyuta because what kind of person wouldn’t try to spare a child from witnessing that kind of trauma... but then again, this is the Sadmad who purposefully tried to trigger someone into losing a trial so

(shrug emoji)

grana’s gone into full HORHORHOR BITCH MODE

partially I'm totally numb because i dont have any stakes in her newfound ebilness, and partially I'm tired of this weird new trend of child abuse in the new games

“Barbed head.”

oh my god

the first person she goes to after realizing that her caretaker is gone is fucking Phoenix

im gonna cry

“ive been reduced to “royal robe remover”” NO NICK YOU’VE BEEN UPGRADED TO DAD BY SOMEONE WHO’S NOT YOU

( ‘It’s like she’s grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna’s replacement’)

I know this game is all about confusing bullshit for heartwarming moments and vice versa but guys

good lord

my heart

i really needed that

(sigh) they really couldn’t get someone who sounded like a fucking 14 year old to do her voice?? really???

rayfa: (looks like she's going to die and collapses)

apollo: this is not good...

gee apollo you really think so?

wait a fuking second

we went through the whole dance cutscene and we’re not even going to see the pool??? does that mean the priestess has to be conscious and present for the images to be visible? ...and how does that work, anyway?

i just realized, a medium could use a pool to see the dead, but how the hell could they project it for others to see?? does she literally open a portal to hell???

(sigh) i just regret sitting through that cutscene again

“cabal of traitorous lawyers”

i love that

(Seriously Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)

this basically sums up Dhurke’s entire personality

...yknow, i know what they were trying to do with his character– i really do. i know he’s supposed to come off as a dashing, cavalier rebel who laughs in the face of danger.

but they overshot endearingly irreverent and ploughed straight into fuckwaddome. if you want a character to be charming, they need softer moments too. Dhurke isn’t a bad person, but he’s kind of an asshole when you get right down to it, and nothing so far is proving otherwise.

ok ive heard Dhurke’s Objection again and it doesn't sound like an old man– it just sounds about as overblown and ridiculous as Manfred von Karma’s (not to mention about as deep)

LET DHURKE SAY BITCH

... i guess

another perfect example of Dhurke being kind of a fuckwad: he keeps needling the queen and baiting her in ways that could get himself killed, which would be all fine and dandy if he were the brave resistance leader being tortured for information in the bowels of a dungeon.

...but here’s the thing.

IF YOU DIE, DHURKE, APOLLO AND PHOENIX DIE TOO. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMN DC ACT? ITS NOT JUST YOUR DEAD ASS ON THE LINE HERE SO SHUT YOUR SASSY TRAP AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR *AMAZING WIT* FOR ONCE.

you’ve got 2 extra lives on the line here.

...3 if my suspicions are correct.

stop calling him son please you abandoned him in an orphanage and didnt contact him for 14 years.

...and if he can’t call you ‘dad’ you have no right to call him ‘son’

coming back to this after ghost trick has convinced me that one of ga’ran’s lackeys miiiiiight be related to Cabanela, baby

“Wright... I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!!”

FUCK YOU DHURKE

“It’s pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man”

ok that did get a laugh out of me, good job dhurke.

apollo: pls dont get us killed dhurke: mmmm ok ill try but I'm not promising anything lol

://///

“But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence.”

do i even have to list how many reasons thats wrong and a shitty thing to say

“Such Insolence”

You’ve been beat out, Not So Fast

Ga’ran used Gust!

Apollo flinched and couldn’t move!

“I could behead you at any time”

she's got a point; she’s a fucking despot, there’s no reason to actually hold a trial. i mean i guess she wants to shut up the rebels but just killing them would be a lot easier and its not like she has any qualms about murder

“Aw shoot, ya got me.”

again, not an appropriate reaction for whats going on buddy

lol get fucked kjudge

DGFUFUS OH COOL

WE GOT GUILTY (excited cheers from the audience)

the applause and the shots of everyone with :O faces is making me feel like i just won a gameshow

wheres my cheesy jingle

also i love how Dhurke’s like “oh shit!! my assholishness has directly resulted in my son’s death!!! did NOT see that coming!!!!!!!!!”

again the sound mixing is drowning out the background music (sigh)

“your benevolence? I’d be happy to lend an ear if you’d like to talk!”

>this is it, this is why he leaves the series guys. Apollo is too good for these sinful games.

DAMNIT DHURKE, YOUR SHIT MOUTH IS RUBBING OFF ON YOUR SON

hmm

we’ve got an april may here

“Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant”

so Kooraheen practices slavery..? I mean, she.... she said ‘buy’, not hire.

“she would have left shoeprints”

do you know what evaporation is your malevolence

wait wait wait

that doesn't make any sense

the only prints leading out are from Inga, but the prints inside the building are from Nayna? how did she avoid leaving prints leading inside, then?? did she just long-jump over the dirt path???

the guards are not fanboying, apollo, they’re toadying. there’s a difference.

apollo: maybe the place he was stabbed and the place he died were different

(the game only continues after you carefully explain what dying of blood loss is three years later)

to be completely fair, there are actually stories of people who were unaware of being stabbed

furthermore, when you get stabbed, you’re not going to be the most rational human being on earth.

phoenix, don’t give sadmad that point, especially when he’s currently assaulting your protege

now, as i was saying, Apollo’s suggestion that Inga was stabbed in the back and then ran into the temple is perfectly plausible; running to shelter from an attacker is probably the first thing you’d want to do when injured, and the tomb was a pretty safe place, i’d wager.

tbh i really don’t know why they’re arguing about him feeling the pain as that wouldn’t really impair his movement considering he was stabbed in a place that wouldn’t affect his ability to walk???

but yeah apparently he was doped up to shit so

...i highly doubt back pain medication is strong enough to negate a stab wound. on the other hand, if it is and your back pain is THAT intense, Inga, you need to see a fucking doctor pronto.

...yeah shots straight into the spine is one step away from surgery; not to be an asshole but I'm not sure Inga was doing so well anyway before he went

huh. are they really gonna give us an actual choosable choice to abandon Dhurke and save our own skin? Cause that would be interesting; a lot like the old games where you could “”choose”” to defend a client or not.

to be clear here, though, i wouldn't choose “no” even as much as i dislike dhurke. we know (sigh) that he’s innocent, and even if i dont like him it’s our duty to defend his shitty ass

OH HOLY FUCK

THERES THE CHOICE

wow. y’know SOJ, i dont much like you, but you fuckin Did That. well done.

also thank you for the Justice pun it is much appreciated.

“And while I can’t say I’m used to it, this isn’t exactly my first rodeo”

FWHAT

>game flashes back to the Ahlbi case

DSKJFLS THIS IS LITERALLY THE “at second rodeo: this isn't my first rodeo” POST

YES OK WE’VE SEEN THIS CUTSCENE TWICE NOW ALREADY

WE GET IT, RAYFAS GOT COLD FEET ABOUT BEING QUEEN

MAYAS IN THE GAME

phoenix: allow me to mansplain how rayfa is feeling despite how fucking obvious it is. after all, we know our players have the mental and emotional capacity of goldfish!

oh hey mansplain is a legit word in the dictionary

cool!

why are they building this up?? just fucking tell Rayfa to do her stupid dance again and get on with it; we already did this at the beginning of the trial

“Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic.”

ohohoooohohohhhihgjhgo

oh her nails are actually tiny pen

thats neat

thank goodness Kooraheeneese is an up-and-down written language– otherwise they’d have to make a whole new animation for the english game teehee

“....................But... Horn Head needs my help”

oh my heart

dan she just straight up begone’d her

see the one thing that falls flat here is that, during a regular trial, the prosecution saying “oh, ok, have it your way; you can try to prove your theory” holds up a little more since they... you know. don’t have absolute power.

where as, with Garananana, its more like she's just a huge posturing pushover. especially since every other minute she's saying “ok, I'm gonna kill you for REAL now.”

rayfa: b but if i fail you'll be killed!!! i dont get it...

apollo: i literally just finished explaining that I'm 100% ready to die for my shitty job that was like 5 minutes ago

it is sweet to see that he’s cheering her on though. good big bro

I'm finding small solace in this beautiful moment of “your foreign dad and bro are here for you babe reach for the stars”

Athena’s probably flashing a double thumbs up from the gallery too

“But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust”

Bobby, from the afterlife: YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Garan: What??? my tiny 14 year old daughter is going to do a thing i don’t want her to??? fuck there’s no way i can shut her up. not even with all of my large adult man guards who could easily just escort her out of the courtroom without any resistance because they’re my fucking royal guards and I'm the Queen

oh shit she took off her own cape

im so glad i muted the game so her awful voice actress couldn’t ruin this cool moment

and now as this long ass cutscene plays out again, i simply cannot help but wonder about the poor choir and how long they’ve been on standby

where do they keep the choir during trials

whats it like singing the dance of devotion song every trial

oh finally here we go. alright, lets see what the magic party pool has in store for us this time

...o ...ok then

OH! OH SHIT

Inga’s face blind?!

Y’know I did have a few thoughts about that when we discovered his notebook but I didn’t think they’d actually go that route... though, thinking about it now, it is pretty convenient.

...ok everyone’s freaking out. maybe they’ve never heard of face-blindness? ...or maybe its not face blindness after all

im pretty sure it is though

i dont know why but everyone being like FUCK ITS GOD and phoenix being like “whoops shits trippy now” made me laugh pretty hard

ok i gotta say I'm actually a little invested now, even if its just because i think face-blindness is an interesting thing to incorporate into a murder case. again, a convenient thing, but an interesting thing all the same.

ahh fuck i keep forgetting how the stupid seance works

welp, there goes one of my souls... (sigh)

..apollo you dont need to show her the picture of her dead father to say “he had a cell phone”.

the voice was coming from INSIDE THE PHONE

RAYFA HAS A PET FROG????

WHAT

SHOW US THE FROG SOJ

SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG!

...why would Rayfa interpret the sound of the warbaa’d (something she’s familiar with) with a lion’s roar (something she’s unfamiliar with) ??

oh i see thats why Vore Machine is an idiot

for plot convenience

Datz Are’bal, a man who throws fire crackers at children.

...sounds like an are’bal guy.

bahdum-tshh

“The joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps”

...something tells me that if Datz found out about Youtube, he’d be one of those “””prank””” channels.

also WHY ARE THEY CALLED SNOT SNAPS

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“happy-go-lucky”

i think you mean vaguely sociopathic

(sigh) ive finally been worn down to the point where i need a walkthrough. ive... been beaten...

boy ahlbi’s just a font of knowledge isn't he

DID SHE JUST BREAK HER NAILS OFF

PLEASE SAY THOSE WERE STICK ONS

HOL SHIT

MMMM LAY IT ON ME NICK

face blindness

... i mean theyre not calling it that but thats what it is

yeah yeah channeling blah blah come on! youre in the LAND of channeling !

shduhjahdjk

I'm picturing Inga running into his own dead body and flipping his shit

oh man. thats the end of Trail 2 part 1.

guess i’ll see you guys on the other side... heheh.

#soj spoilers #sulking over SOJ #ooc #its a LONG one]

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cherrylucaya · 7 years

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Lucaya as best friends au

Maya walks down the stone path in Central Park, her wavy blonde high-ponytail swinging back and forth with every step. She turns a corner and sees the fountain, her and Lucas's meeting spot, and sees Lucas leaning up against it while typing something on his phone. His back is turned to her, so she runs up behind him and flicks the back of his head, Lucas jumping slightly and turning around. "Hey lone star." Maya says, leaning towards Lucas as he puts his phone away into the back pocket of his cargo shorts, turning towards her. "You scared me, prick." Lucas laughs, shoving Maya slightly. "Yeah, whatever. I'm forcing you to go to Starbucks with me, because it's hotter than going to a sauna in hell out here, and I want my fucking iced coffee." Maya says flatly, patting Lucas's back and continuing to walk with him. "Why didn't you just get coffee before?" Lucas asks. "Then I'd be late. And we both know you'd be more angsty if I did that." "Well, you already were late." Lucas says, furrowing his brows. "Jesus, get off my back, Friar. It was only like five minutes, I'm always five minutes late. You know that I'm like this." Maya rolls her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm always five minutes early. You know that I'm like this." Lucas responds, an emphasis on "I'm". "We need to work on this system." Maya says, the two laughing. "Fine, we'll get coffee. But then we go to forbidden planet." Lucas smirks, and Maya groans. "Seriously, huckleberry? A comic book store? Man, if all of those freshman girls who are in love with you knew that you're actually a total nerd!" Maya says, throwing her head back laughing to the point that Lucas has to shove her as the crosswalk light turns green. "Oh, would you shut up. There's a new deadpool comic." Lucas blushes, and Maya's laughing dies down. "Wait for real?" Maya asks, straight faced. "See! You're such an ass, Clutterbucket." Lucas laughs, Maya rolling her eyes. The two go to Starbucks, Maya shortly in less of a grumpy mood when she walks out with an iced coffee in her hand. "You happy, princess?" Lucas says as they walk out, taking the turn towards forbidden planet. "Very." Maya smiles, sipping the straw to her drink. • "Betty and Veronica comics? What are you, 12?" Lucas asks, Maya flipping through an Archie comic. "No, I'm sixteen. Just like Betty in this one, oh, would you look at that." Maya says, her eyes glued to the comic as she fakes a slight gasp. Lucas rolls his eyes and continues looking at his deadpool comic, until Maya breaks the silence. "Oh shit, that's what I was gonna confront you about! I'm mad at you, Lucas Friar." Maya says out of the blue, Lucas looking up from his comic and furrowing his brows. "What?" "You like someone, and you didn't tell me. I walked by when you were telling Farkle at Topanga's. I didn't catch her name, but what the fuck, friar! I'm your best friend, you tell me these things. You've never not told me something like this." Maya rants, and Lucas's face goes totally red. "Well yeah. I like someone. Big deal." Lucas says, holding the deadpool comic as he walks slowly down the aisle, looking at the shelf. "Yes, big deal! You never like people. Every girl in the freshman and sophomore, and hell, even some in the senior class want to either fuck you or marry you, or both. You're immune to chicks. You never like them back! Except for the whole Riley thing, but that's donezo." Maya rambles, following Lucas. "Well, this girl is different. She's.. great." He smiles. "Ooh, tell me about this mystery woman. What's she like?" Maya smirks, and Lucas rolls his eyes. "She's.. hilarious, tough, smart... really hot, too, but that's not the point as much.." Lucas trails off, sort of spacing out as he looks through the shelves. "What's her name?" "No." "Aw, come on? Who could this girl even be? The only girls you hang out with are literally me and Riley, or should I say.." Maya holds up the Archie comic, "Betty and Veronica." Maya smirks, Lucas scoffing. "You're way too mean to be Betty." Lucas says flatly. "And too poor to be Veronica." Maya adds. "True. But you sure are rich in personality!" Lucas says sarcastically. "You know it." Maya smirks. • Later that night, Maya sits on her bed with her sketchbook in her lap, twiddling her pencil. Lucas lays by her feet with his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling. "I can't figure out what to fucking draw." Maya says exasperatedly. "You've told me. Twice. Just draw whatever pops in your head." Lucas says, continuing to stare at the ceiling. Maya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "A taco. I don't want to draw a taco." Maya groans. "Whatever." Lucas says. Maya sighs and almost subconsciously starts to glide her pencil along the paper. "Oh, you never told me who your mystery girl is." Maya says flatly, focusing on her drawing which has become a light sketch of Lucas. "Right. That was the goal." Lucas nods. "Lucas, you can tell me this shit. I swear I won't tell Riley or anyone. I'm your best friend." Maya sighs, glancing up from her drawing for a moment before looking back down and shading the subtle line under Lucas's toned bicep, which is very visible as he lays with his hands behind his head. "Not this time, Maya. It's different. She's different." Lucas says, a frustrated tone growing in his voice. "Okay! So tell me why she's different? Tell me about her, gush about her, do the things that best friends do. Because right now I feel like you don't think of me that way." Maya says, looking up from her sketch. Lucas sits up and scoots closer to Maya. "Maya, of course you're my best friend. Things are just complicated with this girl. I don't even think it'll work out." Lucas shrugs. "Why not? Isn't the entirety of the school's female population in love with you?" Maya chuckles. "Not this girl. I just don't think she thinks of me that way." Lucas sighs. "Just tell me her goddamn name, Friar." Maya groans. "Look, I just-" "No, Lucas, tell me. You can talk to me, I'll understand. No matter who it is. Just tell me her name." "Maya." "No, don't give me that Lucas. I want a name. You told Farkle, why can't you just give me her fucking name!" "Maya." "Stop saying that, you fucktard. Tell me who she is." Lucas says nothing, looking into Maya's eyes longingly for a moment. And then it clicks. The girl he likes is named Maya. Maya's eyes widen, and before she can say anything, Lucas leans forwards and kisses her softly. She kisses back, feeling Lucas's hand gently on the side of her face. She puts both of her hands on either side of Lucas's neck, breathing audibly through her nose as she leans into the kiss. They break apart, Lucas looking into Maya's eyes with plump lips and rosy cheeks from the kiss. "It's Maya. Her name is Maya. And she's hilarious, and tough, and smart, and totally hot." Lucas says with a smile. Maya puts her hands on Lucas's shoulders and pulls him into another kiss, both of them grinning against each other's lips.

#lucaya #Lucas friar #maya x lucas #Maya hart #maya hunter #gmw #girl meets world #lucaya fanfiction #fanfiction #gmw fanfiction

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ars PLACEMENT: helen

part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts , @podcastmecaptain , and @lizzieraindrops

all three of the aformentioned dorks are responsible for the hijinks found in this post. today’s, @podcastmecaptain especially.

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helen is grace incarnate.

she is human. but if god was a human, this is what she’d be.

helen is very confident in everything about herself

very aware of how she’s viewed and doesn’t act like she cares but she’ll definitely bring it up to you

probably takes a little bit more of it than she should because she has the grace of saint sebastian

and then she BITES BACK AND IT WILL SLAUGHTER YOU BECAUSE SHE WILL DO IT WITH THE VENGEANCE AND CASUALNESS OF HERA

“phenomenal woman-

that’s me.”

helen figured it out pretty early

she was one of those rare kids who transitioned really young and got a lot of support

she started hormone blockers around twelve but she was pretty much “I am a princess now.” around eight

helen’s parents are like “k so we ended up with divinity for a child, so"

HELEN’S PARENTS ADORE HER

(they pay for her transition because they’re good parents who don’t make their child pay for medical procedures)

(she supplements it with her gigs tho)

she used to be in the children’s sunday choir and the only thing she’s sad about is having to leave that group but she found a KID’S JAZZ GROUP

she still volunteers there on the weekends

she doesn’t have much of an interest in teaching in her future but she does like guiding the kids from the sidelines and demonstrating pitch and posture for them

the only time anthony’s workaholic ass has ever thought about children is when watching her with them and he gets super embarrassed about it and never brings it up

speaking of she has perfect queen’s posture and anthony slumps out of habit of bending over his notes in coffee shops and she’s always doing that thing where she pokes a knuckle into the middle of his shoulder blades to get him to jolt up straight, it’s practically a greeting at this point

helen, out of habit or affirmation, not because she thinks her parents doubt her

says “still a girl!” every time she blows her candles out on her birthday

everyone present whoops happily

on her SEVENTEENTH

YOU BET YOUR ASS SHE GIVES A KARAOKE ABBA PERFORMANCE

SHE IS THE DANCING QUEEN

YOUNG AND SWEET

ONLY SEVENTEEN

OH YEAAAH

on her eighteenth though she stands up after the candles

and announces triumphantly

“today!

I am a WOMAN!”

the resounding cheer rattles the windowpanes.

helen figures out the poly thing the latest

she is with both anthony and, of all people, and of course, june barlow

helen’s got love in spades to give

anthony, his story is further down

now, june

helen and june sip lemon spritzers by fountains and judge passerby together but helen is much more sweet about it and june is just like “look at that hunty with the denim on denim and the ‘may i speak to the manager’ haircut screeching like some kinda bug into her fucking samsung ugH”

then they talk about how men are pigs and how the IMF has failed the world

because those girlfriends are viciously anti capitalist/anti war

they hold hands while talking about dreams for the world

and also hold hands while talking about crushing those who wrong them under their heels

june is a ball of sparks and red eyes

and helen can understand a bit of this

helen is sweet and elegant and so kind that she’ll give you more patience than you deserve

but she’s also passionately righteous. and not in the surfer dude way. the moral code of a damn justice fury.

helen has a lot of Greece in her, its in the name and in her being

if she realizes something is wrong there will be hell to pay.

helen is something else.

she is gentle and she doesn’t stop until she’s content, she won’t SIT DOWN and let someone else be responsible for the world she sees

if she wants something CHANGED she gets up and won’t be subdued until she has reached the culmination at all costs, no matter how long it takes. she doesn’t let go of something she disagrees with, won’t leave something she doesn’t like

helen is elegance but she is also a goddamn rottweiler? she will clamp her jaws on what she sees as wrong or even just disquieting and won’t let go until it’s collapsed enough that she can destroy it or fix it

and the thing is june changes that. june, angry bitter snarling june, not through sweetness or a delicate hand but through just being her, lets her accept that. okay. this is flawed. but i’m FINE with it. all things are flawed. you can let life be human, work to change it, don’t let go of your passion for compassion, but expand that compassion to include “this can breathe”

june is DEEPLY flawed. no shit. but she’s working on it constantly. she won’t change herself, she crosses line without a lot of regard, and she matches helen in having no lenience. but her response is immediate and harsh.

she lets herself have love, for quentin, for helen, for herself, to get excited and get passionate and know that EVERYTHING has something wrong with it, and you can CHANGE that but you will wind up making mistakes while you change it

and you can’t accept other’s flaws without acknowledging your own

(this logic adds to the strange, begrudging half friendship anthony and june will neither admit exists)

so helen and her can see what happens with this, in each other, and reflect on it. they both respond well to the other and work together in when to bare their teeth and why, but they can relax with someone else on their side.

and see what they need to change in themselves as much as the world, and be okay with that

sometimes they talk about the colors they find in people

in helen, june finds soft sage, warm rich brown

helen sees magenta in june, and faint traces of yellow (or teal? or royal blue?) its debatable, what the end result is, but whatever it is,

she burns bright.

and that is june to helen.

helen did some casual exploratory stuff the early years, late middle school, freshman-sophomore year

she gets her shit together pretty quick and then a like OK noW i can be more serious about it instead of poking, not that it meant nothing but now i know what i’m about and can do it responsibly

because she’s not sciencey but she’s sure as hell sharp in matters of the heart

she considered becoming a social worker at one point but she knows she has a problem with taking on project problem people when it’s not her job and she doesn’t want that to BE her job, because she knows she’d wind up on tough cases, and her passion is music and song anyway

that was more of a “hey your counselor thinks you should logically check this path”

but she realizes people don’t seem to realize that seemingly further reaching dreams are work too, and often take more dedication and spirit and responsibility than settling for what people THINK you should do for money, even though she certainly thinks higher of that work than that, she knows why she was recommended it and she knows what she wants

helen knows the importance of dreams. of that you shouldn’t have to be settling for less.

sometimes she does. but no one can achieve the level helen OWNS. let’s be realistic.

her hands are soft and loving but her nails are short and a little sharp

(anthony paints them for her)

(mostly metallics)

(occasionally little smudgey flowers)

helen doesn’t cry a lot but lets herself cry over things that matter. a lot of things matter, but she’s very good at sorting out what she doesn’t want to fret over

it’s a healthy cry, for all emotions

helen gets emotional about events but cries mostly over people

good people, people important to her

specifically

her parents

josephine baker

martha p. johnson

sylvia rivera

ella fitzgerald

maya angelou

her anthony and her june

she laughs it off a little bit afterward

for all that she is shaky and sentimental when she’s done

cupping porcelain mugs of hot tea in her hands and blinking slowly up at the posters on her wall, the chiffon drapes blowing a little over her bed and brushing against her

she washes her face and moves around her room, dancing a little bit until the faces of her heroes on the walls blur with motion instead of water

and overall feels better when she’s done

ok so helen actually first seriously dates a girl, its the first two serious times actually. they both meet her parents. the first goes off to boarding school and they tried to keep it up in letters, but the longer they wrote to each other the more they realized the other had very different opinions and like. helen just stopped replying. the second one was the person she lost her virginity to, they met at band camp. they’re still friends, but agreed that’s how they were better off.

helen describes herself as “loosely bi”, meaning she isn’t a big label girl for THAT aspect of herself but if she had to tap it with a moniker that would be it.

she meets anthony very similarly to how she met him on canon because THAT CANNOT GET BETTER

so she’s gotten a job at a place called the Soft Note

which is one of the only two close by queer bars

this one is the less club one. this is more wine and sashimi sushi and hipster brick walls

she sees someone in the back a Lot

which is weird

because he’s got a cheap laptop and notes and what looks like… a screwdriver and a circuit? one of those little box things with all the oddly gendered ports and wires

which is also weird because this is a bar where old queens hustle round and chatter about this new-fangled ellen and whisper sweet nothings in each other’s ears and toast to those lost to the aids crisis

otherwise her parents wouldn’t let her play that venue

so it never found good wifi or convenient outlets to be a. necessity.

or. checking for ids on young boys who don’t order alcohol and peek out from the booth at her and Oh. this kid’s spectacles just slipped down his nose and he has eyelashes off the wazoo.

so she says okay bill nye jr. i’m gonna test a hypothesis.

she looks him dead in the eye for the WHOLE of What A Wonderful World.

the timbre of her voice never falters, soaking into the dark wood paneling on the bar and skipping across the bottles on the wall

she is, for lack of better words, magnificent

she tries to go over afterward but a bunch of old queens stop her trying to compliment her in the Olde Gayest way

and by the time she’s hugged every one of them and has a bra now stuffed with Old Gay’s cash instead of tissue

he’s got a worried bouncer hovering over him asking to call his parents because he’s crying quietly

AND SHE LIKE FREEZES AND JUST KINDA

BREathes in, out, waves the bouncer off politely and

tips anthony’s chin up with two fingers

and she just looks so concerned for him

and he just doesn’t know what to say

BECAUSE WHO FUCKING WOULD

so he doesn’t say anything, he just swallows and sits up

anthony gets the deer in the headlights moment where he is. in awe

(SHESTOUCHINGMESHESTOUCHINGMESHESTOUCHINGMESHES)

and she just kinda sits on the counter and says “Hey there. I didn’t mean to sc- intimidate you or the like. ”

anthony: ….

helen: yeah okay that probably was a guarantee wasn’t it.

she taps his chin up again till his mouth closes and eyes him over, tilts his computer screen back, checking the non existing wifi, notes the two words and a couple of slight key smashes in his document, looks at his drink, sniffs it- “boy, is this apple juice?”

anthony:

she steals his apple juice and sits on the counter, nursing it

“oh. damn, damn. nice nails.” he’s got glittery tarot cards on them.

snaps out of it slightly, looks down, proceeds to slowly wipe his cheeks and sit on his hands.

“…hey. i didn’t break you did i?”

nothin.

gives him back the drink

he kinda unconsciously slots his lips over where the lipstick is on the glass.

“so. you like jazz or just me.”

he chokes.

there is no more eye contact. she has an answer. she is smiling. he gathers his notes, nods to her jerkily, SCUTTLES OUT.

“See you tomorrow!” she calls after him. doesn’t yell cause she’s a lady. he trips anyway.

minute the bar door swings shut, the old queens start CACKLING. she throws a napkin at them and calls them mean, and looks into getting a business card so she can kiss it with her lipstick and slot it into his keyboard next time. it’ll be three weeks before he can look her in the eye.

#ars placement #Ars Paradoxica #helen partridge #Anthony Partridge #june barlowe #patron-saints #lizzieraindrops

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ladyloveandjustice · 7 years

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JFA The final case Everything Happens so much part 3

GASP MATT WAS THE REAL KILLER ALL ALONG God I love the reveal like. It’s so fucking over the top and ridiculous it loops back around to being exciting. Like with him doing his ridic consulting thing, then brushing back his bishonen hair to reveal a BAD GUY SCAR that he’s managed to have all throughout his acting career with no consequences somehow, then all of the sudden a wineglass for him to swish around evilly appears in his hand DESPITE THE FACT HE’S IN A FUCKING DETENTION CELL…like wow.

Matt’s all like “isn’t it your bedtime little girl” at Pearl AND HE REALLY HAS A POIINT. Honestly Phoenix incredibly irresponsible to take Pearl to talk to all these hardened killers and investigate crime scenes and discuss fucked up suicides…then again I’m pretty sure if he tried to stop her from coming on the Maya rescue mission she’d beat the shit out of him. Phoenix Wright can’t take an eight year old and can be knocked out by her hitting him a few times, this is canon, after all.

Miles has just been…standing outside the door listening to us I guess. He’s all like “I HATE THIS FUCKING DETENTION CENTER LET’S GO” and we all group up to discuss out next move. And Phoenix is all like “I CAN’T JUST GET A VERDICT THROUGH DECEPTION AND TRICKERY AND MAKING SHIT UP” and Miles is like “what are you talking about you literally have done that every single trial I’ve seen you do” excellent point there and Phoenix is liken “YES BUT FOR A NOBLE CAUSE”. Then we basically get the ultimate Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw argument:

Miles: Wright why did you become a lawyer what is your goal

Phoenix: YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS. TO SAVE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUFFERING (YOU).

Miles: That’s not a good reason

Phoenix: IT’S AN AMAZING REASON FUCK YOU

MileS: YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN HONESTLY WHAT ABOUT ~FINDING THE TRUTH~

Phoenix: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I mean. Do I have to.

Miles: JESUS CHRIST YES YOU HAVE TO THAT IS HOW COURT IS SUPPOSED TO WORK

ANYWAY WE FINALLY FUCKING FIGURE OUT THE OTHER GUY WITH THE OBVIOUS EVIL SCAR IS IN FACT. OUR ASSASSIN. WOW.

Maya made sure to leave the evidence for us and Nick is all like “I KNOW MAYA LEFT THIS AND THE EVIDENCE SHE GIVES ME IS ALWAYS THE BEST MOST CRUCIAL EVIDENCE” awwww he remembers.

Then we get an amazing callback:

Earlier when we got to play as Maya and she sees the big screen TV: omg I would die a happy fan if I saw the Steel Samurai on this tv. WAIT SHIT WHY AM I MAKING A JOKE ABOUT DYING WHILE IN THIS SITUATION.

Phoenix seeing the TV: I bet if Maya saw the TV she’s be all “I would die a happy fan if I saw the Steel Samurai on this” WAIT SHIT WHY AM I MAKING A JOKE ABOUT HER DYING WHILE SHE’S IN THIS SITUATION WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

Truly they are soul sibs to the max.

Maya also leaves us a note on Celeste’s picture and it makes me want to cry;

I thought you'd come. I knew you would. Now listen up! You'd better get Engarde a guilty sentence, OK!? If you get that creepy slimebag a not guilty, I'll never forgive you, ever! I'm fine, so you don't need to worry. ...There's so much I want to write, but I don't think I have a lot of time left. Pearly, you're there too, right? Make sure you help Nick, OK? Someone's gotta watch out for the helpless lunk. ... Um... That's it for now, Nick. I guess I'll talk to you guys later.

CRIES BECAUSE I LOVE MAYA SO MUCH. She’s been fucking kidnapped and her concern is berating Nick that he better give that asshole a guilty verdict and not worry about her OR ELSE and also “PS PEARL LOOK AFTER THIS LOSER AND SAVE HIS ASS WHILE I’M GONE HE’S A GODDAMN MESS ON HIS OWN WE ALL KNOW THIS ANYWAY”

And she gave us vital evidence again. SO IT’S OFF TO SEE ADRIAN.

God I forgot exactly how fucked up w/ the shit with Celeste was. When Adrian explained how Juan called off the wedding to her after Matt revealed they’d once been an item, Pearl was like “WTF WHY WOULD HE DO THAT???”

Adrian: Probably his worthless male pride.

DAMN, ADRIAN DON’T HOLD BACK. *high fives her through the video game screen* I love her. She’s totally right too Juan is the worst I’m fine with him being dead.

Now in addition to horrible suicides Pearl is learning about creepy romantic power plays and men using women like objects WELL AT LEAST I GUESS THIS WILL BE A VALUABLE LIFE LESSON ABOUT HOW AWFUL MEN CAN BE. BEST TO KNOW THAT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. And now Pearl will never date a man and that will probably be for the best.

Anyway, Adrian details to us what her entire angry lesbian revenge scheme on Celeste’s behalf was and I am in full support of it honestly. Let’s all pls honor Adiran if it wasn’t for her tortured lesbian wrath Matt Engarde would never have been exposed.

NOW IT’S TIME FOR COURT.

#the great ace attorney replay

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New top story from Time: Vivica A. Fox: How Uma Thurman Helped Me Through ‘Kill Bill’ With Quentin Tarantino

They told me I had 15 minutes with Quentin Tarantino.

“Quentin’s going to meet with you in a coffee shop,” my agent said.

“A coffee shop?”

“It’s to see whether or not he likes you,” she said. “Then he’ll let you know if he wants to see you for the part.”

I thought, That’s some sh-t, but okay. He’d written a role for a black woman in Kill Bill, a script that was already getting so much buzz. Vernita Green was a cold-blooded assassin hiding out in the suburbs of Pasadena — until Uma Thurman comes to get her.

I was so anxious when I got to that coffee shop. It was like an audition for an audition. The first thing he told me was that he was in a video store and saw my name on the cover of the Two Can Play That Game DVD.

“I was like, ‘Vivica Fox!’” he said, shouting my name like I already was an action hero. “I am going to take this home, and if she moves me on the screen, that’s who’s gonna play my Vernita Green.”

Quentin loves telling stories, and if he likes you, oh, he is going to talk. At like Mach 5. We discussed favorite movies, of course. I talked about Pam Grier and how much I loved her, and Richard Roundtree, who’d played my dad on Generations. “Yeah, I’m Shaft’s daughter,” I joked.

The 15-minute meeting stretched to an hour and a half, until he said, “I’m going to send you a scene and I’m going to come to your house and we’ll work through it together.”

“My house?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise me you won’t hold my house against me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just promise me, Quentin.” He did, and I’m sure he suspected I was a hoarder or some crazy person living in a tiny house. The truth was that I was living in a huge 8,000-square-foot mansion in Tarzana. I’d invested in real estate, was doing very well, thank you, and this place frankly looked like a diva lived there. It was straight out of Dynasty, with a double staircase and huge chandelier right when you walked in.

It could easily be mistaken for the home of a spoiled brat who would never follow direction. This was a time in film when studios were not playing. They were tired of problem actors and had dealt with their spoiled stars shutting down productions because of heroin problems. They wanted workers on the straight and narrow, and any red flags could put me out of the running.

I was afraid he would take one look at the place and say, “Here I thought Vivica was hungry.” I still was.

So when I answered the door, his greeting was: “Holy shit, this is your house.”

“You promised me you wouldn’t hold it against me.”

“Holy shit,” he said again. “I’m not. Let me see this place.”

Before I could say anything, he helped himself to a tour like he was scouting a location. When he was done, he said he wanted to do the scene in the kitchen. Just like in the film.

He made me read it twice. And then, like he was making an idle remark, he said, “Very good. You are my Vernita Green. I’m hungry, do you want sushi?”

Mark Mainz—2004 Getty ImagesVivica A. Fox and Quentin Tarantino attend the “Kill Bill Vol. 1 Video Release Party” on April 12, 2004.

We went out to Kushiyu on Ventura in Tarzana. At dinner, he told me his plan for the film: There would be no quick cuts or getting away with special effects to make us look like real warriors. I had to commit to six months of training, and all of the actors needed to become experts in martial arts to make his vision real on the screen.

“No problem,” I said, thinking back to my high school athlete days. Piece of cake.

Ha.

For three months, Uma Thurman, Lucy Liu, Daryl Hannah, David Carradine, and I spent eight hours a day studying martial arts at a gym they put together in Culver City. It was nine to five, Monday through Friday. If you didn’t walk in the door between 8:55 and 8:59, you were in trouble at 9:01. I thought I was in the damn Olympics or something.

Uma was three months out after having her gorgeous baby boy, Roan, and she also brought her equally beautiful four-year-old, Maya, along. Of all the girls on set, I think Uma liked me best because of her kids. I used to play with them all the time. That baby boy would stare into my eyes. “Vivica,” she said one day, “I think he’s in love.” She and I were on strict diets, and we had a ritual of spending our one cheat day a week hanging out at this bowling alley Maya loved. We’d eat slice after slice of cheap pizza, loving every bit of it.

At first, Uma was frustrated because all the other women on the film were dropping weight so quickly with the intense training. I mean, the woman had just had a child. “Don’t worry,” I said, “it’ll come off.” She went to China to film for a month, and when I saw her again, I walked right past her. She yelled, “Yay! I got skinny!”

Uma needed all the support she could get — the movie rested on her shoulders. She was so busy, and then her and Daryl had that blonde competition thing going on. And I was like, I’m gonna be cool with you and I’m gonna be cool with everybody. I’m not in a pissing contest.

I have to tell you — whether you’re on a movie set or working at a law firm, some people will try to pull you into their drama and make you pick sides. Don’t fall for it. Think for yourself and stay above the fray.

BEI/REX/Shutterstock&Daryl Hannah, Uma Thurman and Vivica A. Fox at the film premiere of ‘Kill Bill: Volume 1’ in Los Angeles on Sept. 29, 2003.

Drama aside, the training itself was brutal. We’d do fight choreography, knife throwing, samurai lessons and hit the treadmill and weights in between. They liked me because I could do them high kicks from being a cheerleader. And every Friday, at the end of the day, Quentin would gather us around and give us a review. He called it his “State of the Union.” We all had to sit and listen.

The first week Quentin cut into us, telling us we had to work harder. Okay, I can work harder.

Second week, we got the same thing after we busted our asses. He said we weren’t giving it our all.

Third Friday, I was so proud of all that our team had accomplished. I was sitting between cute little Lucy and sweet Uma, and I was ready for a high five for all of us.

Instead, Quentin tore into us. Something about us lollygagging in the morning, taking too long to suit up and gabbing over coffee. He said we should get here at 8:30, a half hour early, if we wanted to do all that.

I raised my hand. “Hold up.”

And I lost it on him. “Is this a ‘beat us up’ contest?” I asked. “Are we f-cking doing anything right? Goddamn.” Everyone gasped. I felt Uma draw back. Lucy grabbed my hand and was trying to do a kind of acupressure on me, whispering, “Calm down. Calm down.”

I couldn’t. I kept sputtering, thinking I was taking a stand for everyone. And finally Quentin sort of said he appreciated the work but he wanted us all to do our best and to trust him.

Uma came up to me after. “Come here,” she said. She put her arm on my shoulder and those beautiful eyes of hers locked on mine.

“You know, Uma, it’s bullsh-t,” I said.

She repeated in her calm, meditative voice, “I’ve worked with him. I’ve worked with him. I’ve worked with him. And . . . it’s how he does things. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just how he gets down.”

“Well, God,” I sputtered, “I mean, we’re working our f-cking asses off. And it’s like, you know, we’re not doing anything right.”

“What you need to do is learn how to manipulate the situation better. Then you can get what you want.”

I was all righteous. “I don’t have to manipulate nobody,” I said. “That’s not me. I don’t have to kiss his ass.”

She cocked her head. “No, I don’t mean like that,” she said, still speaking in that calm, soothing voice. “You have to learn to be quiet, speak less. He’s tough, but he’s not stupid. He’ll concede you something if it’s to make the film better. Learn to attack intelligently, Vivica. Because he’s got the power to fire you.”

And she told me she didn’t want that to happen. “But thank you for speaking up,” she said.

That moment was pure sisterhood. She was honestly looking out for me. She wanted me to advocate for myself, but to do it in a way that was more constructive. I’ll admit, it still took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about.

A Band Apart/Miramax/Kobal/REXDaryl Hannah, Vivica A. Fox, Michael Madsen, Lucy Liu in ‘Kill Bill: Volume 1’

I was driving home from Culver City when I realized why she had touched me so deeply. I thought about my dad, and when he would tell me not to just go off on the basketball court when all my energy had me spazzing out. “Attack intelligently,” he would tell me, the exact same words Uma used. “Don’t blow it by blowing up.”

When it came time for real rehearsals and filming, I got to see Uma give a master class in being a movie star and leader on the set.

I watched her argue with Quentin, intelligently and successfully, for wardrobe changes and even dialogue rewrites. She made it a true collaboration, pushing him away from simply making an ode to the samurai films he made us all watch with him, toward something new. Kill Bill is an astonishing work because of their shared efforts, and it’s because they each approached it not as a job, but as a cornerstone of their careers.

I know it’s the work that I am most proud of in my career. It took four days to film our fight scene, and on the last day I took a long bath when it was over. I sat in the tub and counted all the bruises on my arms and legs. I got up to 30. And I did so with gratitude. I was proud of my battle scars. I had done a Tarantino film, and nobody could take that accomplishment from me. Quentin is a fabulous director and I’d love to work with him again. I appreciate those endless hours in the Culver City torture chamber. It was his way of breaking us down to build us back up.

I had no idea about the car crash Uma recently made public, as that scene was shot after I completed my filming. But when I saw it I was shocked. Even at the premiere and on press tours in Los Angeles and New York, it wasn’t even mentioned. I commend Uma for her courage and grace, and hopefully Quentin learned that no shot is worth risking an actor’s safety.

From Uma, I learned so much about sharing power. She wanted me to do my best. That hasn’t always been the case for black women actors in film. I think the dirty secret of why African-American women are only now getting more opportunities is that directors were afraid to put a sister against a white woman actor. Because they knew the sister, who’d had to work her ass off to get to that moment, was always going to shine like the brightest light and blow the white actor off the screen. I say put me with the best. Because if she’s bringing her A-game, I’m bringing my A-plus game. And we gonna turn this mother out.

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

alright. part two, here we go

“she’s safe”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost me”

the words ‘maya’ and ‘safe’ do not go together in phoenix’s dictionary

...Phoenix’s phone has caller ID??

ooh a phone vocal-blip. cute

ok fuck you how is the Benefactor keeping tabs on them?? Did Atishon use his One Phone Call to report to headquarters or something???

“I admit, I didn’t see that coming”

well spoilers guys I know who the benefactor is, and they have to be pretty fucking stupid not to know that a spirit medium is needed for this.

“its your friendly neighbourhood dragon”

no dhurke, youre not cool enough to be spiderman.

“you cant lay a hand on maya fey, and i mean literally”

>foreboding

[sighs deeply]

guys. just. fucking call edgeworth. he’s chief prosecutor of america and his sister is part of INTERPOL. call edgeworth and just. fix the fucking problem. right now.

“No time to explain”

ggghhghghhghghgh

...oh. there’s edgeworth

...............now watch him be completely fucking useless

.......ARE YOU KIDDING ME

PHOENIX /DID/ CALL EDGEWORTH THE MOMENT MAYA WAS KIDNAPPED AND HE STILL WENT THROUGH HIS FUCKING “DUHHH BETTER DEFEND THIS OBVIOUS CRIMINAL” SHIT??

oh edgeworth. you and your chartered planes.

whenever he does that i like to imagine he hired MJN air.

Edgeworth...

A) Why are you letting Dhurke be involved? Just cut him out, send Franziska and Lang in with a team of guys and kick the shit out of the enemy

B) You don’t need to conceal someone on a charter jet. You chartered it. You can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Besides, Dhurke got into the country p easily, he can get out the same way.

C) Dhurke is a criminal. Depending on what he’s done as a rebel, he could be as guilty in your country as his home country. Why are you acting like he’s innocent? Aren't you kind of by-the-book?

oh yeah and despite the fact that they’ve updated Phoenix’s sprite, Miles still looks like a frozen plank of wood. Thanks :\

Apollo: Sorry Trucy, guess you have to hold all the unnecessary evidence and hold down the fort and be LEFT BEHIND FOR A CHANGE AAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

oh. this is a really nice garden.

the drama theme is kinda harshing the mellow tho

o hai rayfa

um. what the fuck. that mask must make it pretty difficult to do shit pal

Garan, whilst ordering her henchmen online: drama queen or king preferred

UR DIARRHOEA, GAH-RAHN

cool theme, love the use of the royal “we”.

“what about those guards over there”

“ohh, just prepared to fuck shit u–– iii mean help you haha.”

yeahhh... I'm not buying her super calm “my husband is a kidnapper” attitude.

UIGSFILGFLIS DHURKE YOU FUCKING MORON

god he’s such a useless piece of shit. unless he’s trying to get taken so that he can be taken to... idk, wherever Maya is held in some sort of Gambit, he’s a real moron for just up and outing himself like that.

BAAAAARBED HEAD. YOU HAVE SOME SPLAAAAAAAAININ TO DOOOO

man why do they even give us other options if we can’t use them???

“Dhurke... I sure hope he’s alright”

hey apollo wanna hear a secret

i dont

Phoenix externally: Patience, Apollo, patience.

Phoenix internally: we are so screwed at any moment the queen could be all “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD” and i’ll never see trucy or maya again jesus holy mother buddha help me

i love that Garananana is kinda just chilling with them. You got more important shit to do, queenie. like being evil

also open your goddamn mouth once in a while, sheesh

Apollo: I hope no one gets hurt

The entire series of ace attorney as a whole: oh honey

wait ... INGA HAD A RATTAIL?!

ohhh yesss listen to those punches

why couldn’t they have animated it too ;w;

phew. im glad Maya’s ok.

yeesh... poor Rayfa.

i love that even apollo’s like “fuck dad, you didn't kill him, did you?????”

its a beautiful contrast to how adamant he was about Trucy not killing Manov.

um, soundtrack, now is not the time for Grand Revival. I know Edgeworth is on screen but the shit he’s saying is far, far from uplifting.

“it seems prosecutor sahdmadhi has grown quite fond of her”

nooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

“they’ve almost become a team of sorts”

ok so mark Ema down on the list of AJ characters who will never be seen again after this game.

fuck man i’d even take Klema over this

can you imagine if they'd split up Apollo/Phoenix Edgeworth/Athena instead

i really wonder how Athena and Edgeworth would interact. Athena’s spunky enough to be a bit like Kay I suppose, so maybe similar to that.

again, Kooraheen’s detention centre theme is really quite pretty

too bad i have to look at Dhurke’s face while listening to it

...a tasty... hash house

oh apollo’s up for that

well tbh if i was him i could use some hash after all this shit

yEAH YOU TELL’IM APOLLO

SMARTEN THAT BASTARD UP

god apollo he’s not worth it. i’d say leave the fucker to his fate but i guess it is important to find the real killer... sigh

apparently queen Amara liked insensitive fuckbags with masculinity issues

oh well. to each their own.

>:( don’t compare Dhurke’s story to Phoenix’s, Apollo

“you ran?! but why?!!”

oh i dunno, athena, maybe the fucking death penalty?????

hang the fuck on

are you telling me that Dhurke started making trips to his shitty abandoned law office via sewer... while Apollo was still with him?!

Like what fucking reason would he have to drag him down there?! The place is an archive/resistance base, but Apollo and Sadmad lived in the mountains as children; why the fuck would he take his /kids/ into town at the risk of having them all arrested at once?!

WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, DHURKE

that orb better be a fucking laser or some shit cause I'm really tired of hearing about it

oh......... hi sadmad..................... what a pleasure to see you........... again................

just as fucking pleasant as ever

i love that Dhurke is like “what happened to fighting the man, son??”

like even if he is a double agent he can’t very well just be like “psst I'm still on your side!!!!” in front of the fucking guard

i hate that dhurke’s face is so placid during this too.

“Son, why did you betray me? Also how was the sports game?”

“The Nahyuta you knew exists no more”

yeah sure sadblackworth, whatever you say

oh well that was abrupt

meh, onwards to the tomb

“No, that’s the holy mother. She’s the one who brought spirit channeling to Khura’in”

oh so you mean Ami Fey.

oh ema... i’ll miss you while youre off being Sadmad’s lapdog

“You mean His Ephemeral Holiness?”

Yes, Ema, fight it!!! Fight it!!!!!!

“But when he manages a smile and compliments my work, it’s hard to say no.”

...nuts.

wait what do you mean the defendant is someone you know

you met Dhurke like once a day ago

aw apollo took the locked-room-mystery words right out of my mouth. i love him so. why are they going to take him away?

alrihgt back to this shit after like a 3 month hiatus or something

i love how chill everyone is talking about Maya’s kidnapping

“oh yeah he brought her here to the tomb so nobody would see. sensible thing to do. oh also maya almost died but i guess that’s nbd”

casually opens a tomb

casually opens the sarcophagus hangings

casually tries to open the sarcophagus when told there’s a mummy inside

apollo, you're contracting douche-itis from everyone else. this old family of yours is a bad influence.

...we’re gonna yeet this sarcophagus arent we

i love that Amara’s just kinda. depicted standing there as she’s burned to death. i mean i guess theyre trying to preserve her beauty and dignity in death but it also makes her look like an idiot who didnt try to escape the flames.

ooh i like that last one though

pff thats a pretty well-equipped corpse line

“Where’d the other three bullets go?”

“Maybe Dhurke ate them?”

if he did they'd better have a VERY good explanation

“the poor guy”

EMA

HE WAS HOLDING MAYA HOSTAGE

“the cuffs of justice”

love it

“just one of those traditions people do and they dont know the reason why”

“like rolling up your sleeves?”

“or your psychology, if we’re going there” HE FUCKING WENT THERE

OOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE YOU APOLLO

“he said grape juice has something in it that helps you relax”

are we going into grape juice lore here

"Really? ...Um, are you sure he was talking about regular, plain old grape juice?”

Yes, actually, Athena. It’s canonical that it is /actual off-the-vine welsh’s good ol’ sippy cup grape juice/. It’s not a metaphor or a censoring for kids, it’s just juice.

Of course, this is written by the DDSOJ staff. And considering the intense, dark n’ gritty action makeover the series got, I wouldn’t put it past them to retcon the juice into the... “fermented variety”. thanks Athena.

Yayyy not only do they write shitty dads, but they have to retroactively en-shitten Phoenix as an alcoholic father. Gosh, I sure do love these guys.

(obviously this isn’t a dig at anyone who head canons gj as wine, there’s a difference between head canons and malicious retconning.)

hmm interesting mechanic for this chair. i guess since you can’t stuff it in your inventory you cant do the ‘look all over’ thing. but on the other hand, they REALLY wanted to impress you with that hidden blood.

Ema: [performs a blood test in 2 seconds] I didn’t get a match!

Well probably not in that time, babe

i have to commend them on the little cutscene though that was nice.

again, i guess Amara really liked emotionally stunted fuckwads

the devil horns are a bit much, though.

oh damn.

thats a nice ass pendant

...oh thats blood

well, it sets off the pink and gold quite nicely. and its a butterfly... seems like something Dahlia would wear

“speak of the devil...”

speak of the devil indeed. hiiiiiii sadmad... its been a while.

oh ok he didnt say anything

also i find it funny that apollos like “Wait!! wait!! damnit, after him!”

and then you just. go back into the talk menu with Ema. bit of a moment killer, there.

“why does everything have to be so difficult with you?”

cause hes a prosecutor, apollo. thats just how it is on this bitch of an earth

“the law is the law. placing personal feelings above it is beyond reprieve”

ah but placing religion above it is totally fine. gotcha yuts

“And the winner is... prosecutor Sahdmadi!”

helpful, athena

“it’s like he’s trying to cover something up with his pretty words!”

oh did you mean the inevitable reveal that he's actually a good guy and we have to forgive him for being a shitwad?

oh wow. that joke post about sadmad developing generalized anxiety was actually based on a legit thing that happened

is it ok if i hate him even more for it? i mean how did he figure it out? he didn’t let apollo use it in court so where would he have gained the knowledge? unless he knows about Thalassa’s abilities...

...also, how /is/ he doing this? the way Perceive works isn’t just “i can sense that you’re uncomfortable”, it’s that people who can use it have extremely good eye-sight and see tiny little movements in other people. If they’re smart about it, they can tell that the movements mean the enemy is lying. Apollo just happens to get tense when he notices this, most likely because he’s kind of straining his eyes.

But then again that brings up the fact that his power would act up CONSTANTLY, either because EVERYBODY FIDGETS, or Apollo himself could just be stressed and making the bracelet squeeze on its own.

So thanks, SOJ. Not content with ruining Apollo’s canon, you’ve also got to ruin his cool lawyer power. Gosh, you’re just the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you?

“Powerless in the face of the Holy Mother’s blessings”

SOJ team is now nicknamed the Holy Mother. Or possibly the Unholy Mother.

“Looks like your power won’t work against Sadmadhi. Guess we’ll have to try something else.”

“Yeah, let’s ask Dhurke...”

Yeah. Because you obviously don’t have someone with you RIGHT NOW who ALSo has a special power. You dont even have TWO POEPLE with you with a special power. Guess we’d better talk to the man who birthed this shiteater.

“I won against Mr. Wright”

yeah in a completely rigged trial where losing would be the worst option. thats not really something to brag about, you know.

“...doomed to be reborn as something lower than a bug or a vegetable”

you heard it here first folks Sadmad hates sustaining agriculture and the bees.

>Lang’s scrolls and dickfuckery

>Edgeworth’s by-the-bookishness

>Franziska’s catchphrase

>Blackquill’s backstory twist

These were the ingredients chosen to make the perfect prosecutor. But the SOJ writers accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction: BAD WRITING

THUS UNINSPIRED ASSHOLE WAS BORN!

apollo you don’t matter to anyone anymore youre getting the boot. do as your foster pop said when you were a drowning 5 y/o and suck those pussy baby tears back into your skull.

welp thats it for part one of investigation day 2. now (i think) we’re headed over to the delicious pandering of Phoenix and Edgeworth, back together. Will it bring me solace despite being an obvious ratings grab?

good god, i hope so.

till next time.

#sulking over SOJ #im gonna do this; I'm gonna finish it. i swear.]

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