Just Saw That There Is Some Planned Maintenance For Ao3 In July 1 And The Archive Will Be Down For At

Many moons ago, I wrote this post about one of, if not my favorite, ship in the Ace Attorney series. That being Klavier Gavin/Ema Skye, a.k.a Klema. At the time, I said in the tags of the post that I would probably revisit it and add things that I didn't include at the time. Looking at it again, I would say that my feelings remain largely the same... so maybe it's time to add those extra thoughts to the post:

Give me post-AJ Ema and Klavier spending time together at work where they’re more cordial at first. Where it’s awkward because she doesn’t want to say anything insensitive because he’s Been Through A Lot Lately. And he’s polite too but he notices the tension between them, and neither of them know how to get past it. He doesn't want to be treated like glass, and she doesn't want to rub salt in the wound. Then one day he can’t help but make a joke at her expense and she snaps back with a snarky retort. It’s a shift back into familiar territory, but it’s with a new foundation of mutual civility and consideration for each other.

Give me an Ema who realizes that she knows what it’s like to have been deceived by an older sibling who you were supposed to trust implicitly. So even if she finds his attitude utterly grating most days, she can never bring herself to hate Klavier for the mistakes he made when he was younger when he was acting on the advice of someone he trusted. Even if she could salvage a relationship with her sister in the end, it does not erase the years of uncertainty and loneliness or the lingering doubts.

Give me a Klavier who starts paying attention to how his own attitude could rub someone the wrong way, and how his own standard of perfection and success is not necessarily shared by all. He considers how disheartening it must have been for his colleague (and now maybe work friend?) to fail to realize her own childhood dream, despite her best efforts. He had once made a disparaging remark about the forensics experts and how as a detective, Ema has even more authority, so shouldn’t she be more grateful for that? When he remembers the brief pause in her reaction, the hurt and dismay in her eyes that quickly gave way to outrage and the outburst that had followed, he apologizes to her for making the remark in the first place. Maybe he's surprised when she forgives him (and maybe so is she).

Give me a Klavier who feels he has to atone not just for his own mistakes but for those of his brother. It's enough for Ema to see that maybe there is goodness in him. There is a man who wants to do better and be better.

Give me these work friends bringing coffee to each other and sharing stories over them while they're working. Give me a Klavier and Ema that start to spend time together outside work and finding each other to be great company, actually. Making time for each other in their lives to the point where they are a welcome and expected presence. Where it just hasn’t been a regular day if Klavier doesn’t make a lightly flirtatious or self-aggrandizing remark or if Ema doesn’t bring him back down to earth.

Give me a Klavier that encourages Ema to follow her dreams, to try again and again until she has what she wants. Who, if he could, would move heaven and earth to make her dreams come true, but he knows how much sweeter that accomplishment feels when it's earned through one's own merit. Klavier who stops to consider why he would feel that way, why he would want to do that for her.

Give me Ema who's so so happy when she gets the news. Ema Skye, Forensic Investigator. Doesn't it just roll off the tongue? She thinks so, and she's bursting to tell the world. Give me an Ema who finds Klavier and wants to celebrate with him because he's been supporting her through her renewed efforts, and maybe a small part of her still wants to gloat. Give me Ema, whose insides warm when Klavier gives her the brightest and most sincere smile she's seen from him. She must have seen him smile like that before, but here it takes her breath away.

Give me Klavier and Ema suddenly with mixed feelings. Unable to shake the realization that they might not work together anymore. This is a good thing... right?

Give me a Klavier and Ema with tension, but this time it's the tension that comes with unspoken feelings. Feelings that they can't even fully admit to themselves. Of course he's happy to see her achieve her professional dream, so why is he worried that she'll never want to be around him again now that they don't have to be? Meanwhile, she can't pretend that he's still just the 'glimmerous fop' she once couldn't stand. He is still that glimmerous fop she can't stand... sometimes. He is also much more than that, and that 'much more' is what she has come to admire and miss in him.

Give me a Klavier and Ema that try to fight their feelings at first. Maybe there's embarrassment because 'ew, are you even supposed to have crushes when you're 25?'. But at some point it just grows and grows until there is no hiding the stolen glances or lingering touches. Someone has to eventually make the first move. There is awkwardness as there always is when you're in uncharted territory, but they want to go through it together.

Give me a Klavier and Ema filling their shared moments with banter in one minute, and then with companionable silence in the next. Give me a Klavier and Ema who root for each other, tease each other, and still drive each other crazy. Who somehow couldn't get away from the other. A Klavier and Ema who don't want to be apart from each other.

Give me Klema.

I had a normal and definitely intended takeaway from a game

me when ao3 is drunk

@fluff-cember : [Prompt 13] Fire and Ice

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Ship: Fyodor x Dazai

FINALLY I FINISHED THIS DAMN FIC, DEAR LORD. I am not philosophical in the slightest so this was an absolute pain to write, but I somehow did it. I had made a post about this earlier, where Fyodor would talk about Robert Frost's poem Fire and Ice with someone else, and I later chose that someone to be Dazai. Lemme know if they're in character. :') [btw they're in the prison here]

The day was as boring and dull as the previous, and probably the next. The only noise that could be heard in the space was the flipping of pages, and Dazai couldn't help but stare at Fyodor as the latter read some book.

He sat up in bed, eyeing the Russian’s figure curiously.

“What?” Came Fyodor’s amused voice, breaking him out of his trance.

“What’cha reading?” Dazai effortlessly shifted to his teasing tone of voice, leaning towards Fyodor’s cell.

Fyodor finally looked up from his book, giving Dazai an unimpressed look. “Poems.”

Dazai blinked, making a show of being repulsed. “Poems? Seriously?”

“Have you read poems by Robert Frost?” Fyodor asked, ignoring Dazai’s weird looks.

Dazai just hummed softly, glancing up at the ceiling in thought. “I've heard of the guy.”

Fyodor crossed his legs, corners of his lips turning up. “Fire and Ice.”

“That’s name of the poem?” Dazai whined. “Sounds so boring.”

Fyodor let out an irritated huff, bringing the book closer to his face to read out loud:

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

“So philosophical,” Dazai remarked, amused at the seriousness in Fyodor’s voice.

“I'd say this poem stands to be quite relevant in our time.” Fyodor gazed up at Dazai, tilting his head.

Dazai maintained their eye contact, leaning back on the bed. “...Whether the world is to end by fire or ice, hmm?”

“Fire, or ice—desire, or hatred?”

“Do you have an opinion on this?”

Fyodor set the book on the table, crossing his arms. “Regardless of the path, it is quite obvious mankind will lead to the destruction of the world.”

Dazai followed his movements. “I guess you'd advocate hatred and selfishness to win instead of violence, right?”

He slightly smiled. “Both.”

Dazai blinked, then laughed out loud, dramatically wiping tears from his eyes. “I don't know why I expected any less from you.”

Fyodor hummed. “However… I'd consider the role of ice—apathy, greed, and selfishness, to be grander.”

Dazai tilted his head. “Isn't violence practically second nature to us?”

Fyodor's smile widened, shaking his head as he explained, “It is the nature of humans to be cold too. The tendency to remain selfish results in mankind being unable to work together—”

“We’re apathetic, you mean?” Dazai chimed in. “Too caught up with ourselves to worry about others?”

“You are starting to understand,” Fyodor remarked, slightly irritated at the interruption. “They are blinded by greed, losing the ability to care unless something concerns them directly.”

Dazai yawned. “Bla bla bla, and this somehow ties up with abilities, gotcha.”

Narrowing his eyes, Fyodor ignored him and continued, “This lack of unity, alongside violence and a sprinkle of human stupidity, results in war.”

“What, so you think we're naturally inclined to start wars?”

He nodded. “War can begin due to the lack of empathy and understanding... or simple greed and selfishness.”

“Ehh, I don't think that.” Watching Fyodor’s eyes widening slightly, Dazai snickered and explained, “Resource scarcity, ideological differences, etc., lead to war; apathy is just a fuel.”

“Again, lack of understanding.” Fyodor sighed. “Which is basically apathy.”

"Apathy isn't always negative—sometimes, it can lead to peaceful resolutions.” Laughing as he made Fyodor awe-struck for probably the second time, Dazai continued, “If people aren't invested enough to fight, they might end up avoiding conflict altogether—”

“...Because people who are apathetic tend to be more indifferent and less aggressive,” Fyodor mused.

Dazai hummed, amused. “I'd say that could actually prevent fights from breaking out in the first place.”

Fyodor raised his eyebrows in interest.

“I assume you prefer fire, then?”

Dazai grinned. “As you had said earlier, fire and ice both will play a role.. because they are tied together.”

Fyodor quirked up a small smirk. “We can only tell as time passes, hm?”

“Seeing what the future has in store for us,” He murmured.

“Quite.”

Fyodor simply returned his attention back to the book, picking it up, as Dazai leaned back to have a shut-eye.

About me!!!!!!!!

greetings and salutations :3

i'm def, a writer on ao3 (and wattpad ig? though i dont use that site much after finding holy jesus (aka ao3 (because dear god does wattpad's tagging system sucks))). technically artist too but i dont draw as much anymore

im in the following fandoms, and like and reblog posts related to them:

visual novel fandoms- ace attorney, today i'm harvesting you!, class '09

book fandoms- the folk of the air, shatter me series, divergent series, a good girl's guide to murder series, powerless trilogy, red queen series, acotar (I'm not anti ANYONE!), caraval series and once upon a broken heart series

(also may or may not be obsessed with jjk and bsd)

while I've mostly tagged every post with its corresponding fandom, ive definitely missed a few reblogs so be careful in not getting spoiled! ive tagged 'my posts' to, take a wild guess, posts ive made myself

anyway, so excited to have fun here!!! :DDD

"feeling kinda cute, might delete it later" -klavier, probably

i sent a sketch version of this a bit ago; finally finished it now! gotten kinda rusty in shading (and practically everything else) since I haven't drawn in a while, so lemme know how it looks :33

Sometimes I think about that one scene in TCP where Jude throttles a poor little emo boy at the mall and I imagine Vivi telling Cardan that story how he mustve reacted, im not good at writing the little meme thingies so someone else write one for me please lmao

the prettiest

tihy sketches!!!

NAH DID HE DEADASS JUST SAY "JA, JA!"?!?!?! He's so proud of Kaiser I'm crying throwing up FHAIRUJSKFAEYKHDOUR THAT FACE

i like living in the not-american timezone because you can just wake up and experience that community gif of troy walking into everything in the shits