Call Me Weak, Call Me Pathetic, Call Me A Simp Because It's All True But I Immediately Forgave Cardan

I’m so obsessed with the relationship Ace Attorney has with the color blue so i wrote a really shitty underdeveloped analysis on it. Apologies if it’s out or character or wrong or the grammar is fucked up, I’m new to this type of thing.

I just think it’s so interesting how Phoenix is blue and edgeworth is red like obviously “oh haha redblue gays” trope but like I think about how blue specifically is the color of loyalty and red is the color of passion, and blood and aggression despite the fact that edgeworth cold and calculating(or he at least appears to be) and he’s passionate about prosecuting to a fault, he falls to fully consider the truth in his passion and pays for it with the blood on his hands of his possibly false convictions. He’s constantly draped in the blood of his past.

whilst blue is a calming color associated with high class yet Phoenix is loud and crude and a rookie nobody art student. I doubt I need to go into the specifics about his loyalty honestly lmao.

But the color language extends so much farther then just them.

I think so much about how Trucy goes from pink to blue as she aged and is no longer Zak’s daughter but Phoenix’s and adopts his signature color to visually establish this.

I THINK ABOUT HOW PHOENIX HAD A PINK SWEATER THE FIRST TIME HE APPEARS IN COURT I THINK ABOUT HOW HE WORE THAT PINK SWEATER WHEN HE DECIDED HE WAS GOING TO STUDY LAW.

I THINK ABOUT HOW KRISTOPH HAS A BLUE SUIT AND RED TIE AND SUPPOSEDLY HATES PHOENIX’S GUTS, THERES SO MUCH IMPLICATION HERE HOW HE DRESSES EXACTLY LIKE HIM. HIS JEALOUSY HIS ENVY HIS INABILITY TO BE PHOENIX, IN ALL HIS FAME AND RENOWN AND LOVE, HIS BLINDING LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM AND RENOWN FOR HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

I THINK SO FUCKING OFTEN ABOUT HOW THE PROSECUTORS BADGE IN MEJI ERA JAPAN IS BLUE AND THE DEFENSE BADGE IS RED.

I THINK ABOUT HOW KAZUMA HAS RED ACCENTS AND RYUNOSUKE HAS BLUE.

I THINK SO MUCH ABOUT HOW RYUNOSUKE HAS BLUE ACCENTS YET HES A DEFENSE LAWYER AND KAZUMA HAS RED ACCENTS DESPITE STARTING OFF AS A DEFENSE LAWYER AND TURNING INTO A PROSECUTOR AND THEN KEEPS THOSE RED ACCENTS…

I think about,

how the colors switched at some point.

Do you see the vision? DO YOU SEE THE VISION?!

I need a reading break after reading the end of Good Girl, Bad Blood. This book was good

CHAT HEAR ME OUT

imagine a fyolai art: fyodor behind nikolai (to make it easier let's imagine kolya sitting and fedya standing behind him). Fyodor is holding Nikolai's eyepatch thing (? I forgot what its called) which is broken in half, while Nikolai holds Fyodor's arms

what tf does this mean, you may ask. well!

(ch 121 spoilers) we saw fyodor tear the page, but there is a popular theory that it wasn't actually the book page, so we can say that the act was a farce. when we see fyodor doing the same here, its showing how nikolai's attempt at freedom (by killing fyodor back in Meursalt) was nothing but a farce (planned out by fyodor).

now, why would Nikolai be holding Fyodor's arms, you may ask. well, I imagine kolya holding them in the way a prisoner holds the bars to their cage. this is pretty self explanatory with reference to the fyolai dynamic

so I imagine fyodor serving face and Nikolai looking... Well. Uneasy. His eyepatch, which he used as an on switch for his fake persona, is broken; so showing himself in his entirety would be odd to him naturally.

someone draw this I'm actually going crazy rn. I was gonna but I gotta sleep and ain't no way I'll have motivation in the morning (also soz for the irregular punctuation I'm like half asleep i think)

holy fuck kaiser is SUCH a slut in his FIRST (!!) official art it's not even funny

IVE REACHED 50 KUDOS YAYAYAYAYA

Sigma X !GN Reader

YEP, GUESS WHO JUST CRANKED OUT 1K WORDS IN LIKE TWO HOURS?? Fair warning, not much romance here, but I tried. ;-;

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His heels clicked as he walked down the hallway, glancing occasionally into the rooms with a tilt of his head to perform any final inspections.

Opening the door at the end, he barely stumbled into his office from exhaustion. Sigma knew he still had paperwork to file, lying on his desk in stacks, so he began the excruciating walk, just ready to get the day over with.

…Until a polite cough came from the entrance.

From you, who was stationed near the door as the guard for his office. He whipped his head around, giving an embarrassed chuckle before beginning:

“Ah.. good evening. I had to come later than usual," He explained, staring at you curiously. “Er, I believe another guard should have come for the night shift, yes..?”

“I took it,’’ You answered smoothly. “They had some family work to attend to. I apologise for not informing you earlier, this came into my attention quite recently.”

His brows furrowed. “Why not give the shift to—?”

“The guards you normally trust are either on vacation, or general leaves. I was the only one available, so..”

He shook his head. “You shouldn't overwork yourself, though.”

You gave a polite smile. “Please, don't worry about me.”

Seeing as you wouldn't budge, Sigma sighed and just walked over to his desk, flopping down onto his chair to begin. But, instead of providing his entire focus into the paperwork, his thoughts ranged from any errors to schedule delays to now you.

How come the night shift guard hadn't informed him of their situation, and that they could not work tonight? Sigma would have been fine without a guard for the night. But instead, they informed you to cover.

Scribbling his signature onto a document, he placed it onto a pile of papers before moving on to the next from the stack.

Had the guards been overworked?

Indeed, his usual guards had been on leaves; he'd memorized all the details by heart—the casino and his employees as extension were his family, after all.

He glanced up from the paperwork, moving his gaze to you.

“I insist again, you should—”

“I’m fine, sir.” Your hands move to your handgun. “Your safety is the priority.”

He dragged his eyes back onto the file, running his fingers through his silver-lilac hair. “It’s.. really rare to need such protection, especially this late into the day. I must emphasize, your pay won't be affected if you leave. Of course, you'll be compensated with overtime wages if—”

“It’s not the money,” You interrupted quietly. “I.. just want to, y’know?”

His hand slowly left his hair, his eyes blinking in confusion as you two locked stares. “What..?”

Shifting on your feet, you looked at the floor. “...Yeah.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out this puzzle you'd just presented over to him. You'd work the night shift just ‘cause?

From what he knew, you lived in the casino permanently as he did, which was unlike the rest of the employees, who had families and homes in actual countries. There wasn't much in your file referencing to your past, and while that was intriguing, he never questioned it to avoid making you uncomfortable. Heaven knows how awkward he feels when someone asks him of such.

Slowly, you rose through the ranks and he gave you the duty to guard his office along with a few other trusted members.

“...Why don't you take vacations?” He asked, his tone quiet, matching yours.

Your head snapped to him, and you took a few seconds before responding: “I do take holidays, don't I?”

“Not in the way others do,” He murmured, suddenly gaining confidence. “They leave the casino to visit their friends and family in the countries below, but you…”

“...don't really have anyone,” You finished his sentence. Taking in his shocked expression, you explained, “Down there, I mean.”

Sigma slowly stood from his office chair, his eyes still widened. “What do you mean you have no one?”

“Just a combination of.. coincidental events, leaving me with no direct family.” You rubbed your temple. “It has its upsides though, right? Not having to take vacations to visit them..?”

“Everyone wants a place they can call a home!” He moved around the desk, his coat swaying as he walked over.

“You’re right.”

Hearing you, his steps faltered.

“...Like how you call the casino home, so do I.”

He straightened, fixing his gaze on you. He tried to find words to answer, but found none.

You gave a small smile. “Everyone has different stories as to why they're where they are; I’m sure you do too. But the place I now find myself in? I couldn't be more grateful. Especially for a manager that is so regularly concerned for the well-being of his employees.”

Slowly lowering his gaze from you onto the floor, he swallowed before answering, “...Why wouldn't I?”

You laughed slightly, making him stare back in confusion. “Managers usually don't care that much. You're really appreciated for all the work you do around, actually. Hell, we’re all concerned for you.”

“R..” He slowly began walking again. “Really?”

You closed your eyes, sighing. “Of cou—”

Your breath hitched as you felt arms wrapping around your torso. His scent, a lavender cologne, enveloped your senses as you tried to understand the sudden contact.

Slowly, your arms encircled his neck, and you felt him burying his face onto your head, his hands trembling as he squeezed you further.

“I.. I appreciate you all too. This casino.. it's my home, like you,” He mumbled into your hair.

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't help but smile.

“But please, retire to your room.” He pulled back just enough to give a determined look into your eyes.

“...Fine.” You looked back, your grip on his shoulders steady. “But you'll have to leave too.”

“H-huh..?” He tilted his head.

“Get some sleep, sir.” You smiled a little wider.

He blinked, turning his head to look back at his desk, glancing at the files. Then he fixed his gaze back at you, and gave a genuine laugh.

“Ah, fine.”

playing AJ for the first time and obsessed with klavier so far. Guy swoops in, flirts with apollo, gets not him, but 15-year old trucy into a restricted area (as he has completely forgotten about apollo at this point in time (i.e. approximately 1 min later)) an then just immediately pisses off, no introduction, no explanation, no nothing. Next time u see him, hes suddenly on the prosecuting bench in court where he has his comeback for the SOLE reason that apollo got his brother in jail and to top it all off attempts to present the court proceedings in the spirit of a rock show and does dramatic but to trucy very convincing air guitar as a way to underline that. what a guy.

UPDATE, I FINALLY FINISHED MY AGGGTM POST AGAD FIC!!!! check it out if u wanna :3

Oh god wait I need to share this now after Reckless.

Obviously RECKLESS SPOILERS so if you haven't finished the book than don't go ahead. Or go if you want idk.

I have always had this Kaidyn (yes I'm using this ship name because it's perfect) headcanon.

Imagine a scenario where Kai gets heavily injured (in my head he jumped in front of a sword meant to pierce Paedyn etc) and he's bedridden for days and Peadyn stays by his bedside waiting for him to get up.

And I always imagined Paedyn holding onto Kai's hand and kissing them. Kissing the top of his hand, his knuckles, the palm of his hand or just his fingers. Just she always kisses his hand.

Now when I was playing around with this headcanon I was thinking that, since Kai always talks about his hands being drenched with blood of the lives he had taken, this would be a way for Paedyn to show her forgiveness for Kai and how she cherishes every part of him, even the hands he sees as nothing more than tools for delivering death.

BUT NOW WITH NEWFOUND INFORMATION FROM RECKLESS EVERYTHING CHANGES!

Because now, imagine the exact same scenario but Paedyn is kissing Kai's thumb. She's kissing his thumbs, the same thing he used to do to his little sister to make her feel more powerful, the same thing he did to Paedyn to try to give her strength during her toughest moments, and she's doing the same thing because she wants to give him her strength so he can wake up. Kissing his thumb because he's always been the one to give his strength with those thumb kisses and now he needs that strength back.

And for bonus hurting points, imagine Kitt witnessing this moment. Kitt seeing the woman he's forcing to marry him as revenge, the woman his brother loves to the point of dying for her without a second thought and the woman who has not strayed from his brother's unmoving body for days now, doing the exact same thing his brother used to do to their little sister.

He knows the meaning of the act and he not only realises how much of his heart and soul Kai has opened up to Paedyn but also how badly she needs to see him wake up, to the point she's relying on tricks for children that hold no real power. Because she can't transfer her strength to him by kissing his thumb, but she's desperate enough, hurting enough to try it.