Hot Take

Heros of Olympus would be so much better if everybody was single.

Commission for @kywrendrawsthings of their tzimisce Lenore(and her little rat Rosa :'] ) 💕✌🏻

so do you ever think about how helpful Ruby would've been if she was around to see Emma's magic going haywire ?? she'd gone through something similar, not being in control of herself, having loved ones look at her with fear in their eyes, thinking she was a monster. I think she could've helped Emma immensely, or at least aided Elsa in calming her down.

I do actually want them to put Raven in Strive so he can have Asuka interactions where he looks at him with the biggest, wettest eyes and ask him why he left him alone to be on the moon. And Asuka just does not have the social skills to react appropriately so he just goes "I'm uh... I'm sorry?"

if you were 19 and and you were just reconnecting with your estranged mother who chose to go off and be a hero over raising you only to fail and return home and not even think to try to contact you or check in in general and you hated her for it but she seems to genuinely want to try again and you let her because you want your mother back and then you watch her die and you spend the next few years trying to learn how to cope with grieving not only the person but the relationship you never got to have and everyone tells you that you're ungrateful for lashing out at the friend who who knew your own mother way better than you and who is already moving on with their life when you're still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you never got the chance to know either of your parents and then you're 22 and you're completely alienated from all but one of your friends until you're forced back together and you have to save one of your friends who's like a little sister to you and she almost dies and you're so angry because you're so scared because your family almost got even smaller than you knew it could and you lash out again but this time you and your friend who always seems to be at the center of the problems in the world reconcile because you think you're both gonna die and truthfully you miss them and they miss you but you both survive and then you relearn how to work together over the next few months until you run into the actual ghost of your mother who talks about the coming end of the world and you want to talk to her to try and get at least some closure but she doesn't spare you more than a few words that basically sum up to "get over it" would that fuck you up in the head or what

not to get too parasocial about pixels but it upsets me that SO many people give gale komira's locket to destroy

that was a gift! for saving her kid! she DIES because she gave you that locket! the least you could do is stash it in the camp chest, not feed it to the black hole of suck in gale's chest!

kuukou teasingly calling ichiro ‘ichiro-san’ in youthful riot drives me mad utterly crazy and insane and not just because it’s ‘ichiro-san’ lol but it very subtly reinforces that kuukou follows ichiro’s lead down whatever path ichiro chooses because he respects him so much and it may have been a teasing ‘ichiro-san’ but the respect was still there—

Sent a risky text. Shaking

I was curious but maybeee like a fic where the reader ( 5’1 Cis femme) is discovered by the painter (but she doesn’t know since it’s during one of his stalking escapades) and he becomes fixated on her due to her almost innocent appearance. It’s messed up because he probably just wants to “corrupt” her 😭

HI ANON!! thank you for the request!! i'm glad that, in your curiosity, you decided to request your fic here!! it's been a while since i've written a female reader, so i'm sorry if the "femme" part isn't exactly accentuated all that much.. i tried to mention it a little bit, and the reader is seen as traditionally feminine and "cute" in a really fucked up sense, so i hope that makes up for a lack of specific detail on how the reader looks!

with that being said, though...!

warning: implied nsft, mentions of pedophilia/incest, implied imminent noncon, mentions of stalking, implied necrophilia(?), implied canon-typical violence, uhhhhh. painter being absolutely fucking delusional

fic is under the cut!!

Everything started with just a small glimpse.

All you'd done was step out of your car and walk to your front door after a wild night out with your friends. You were quite easy to notice, admittedly, both due in part to your natural beauty and your choice of style, but such things couldn't be blamed. After all, brightly-colored attire was all the rage amongst your peers these days, and you both enjoyed such an aesthetic and wore it well; at least, according to you and those around you. That withstanding, however, you still had no reason to believe you were in any danger. You knew nearly all of the people in your surrounding neighborhood, and decidedly, none of them posed any threat to you. All things considered, you felt safe. You felt confident. You felt satisfied as you entered your house, closing the door behind you as you flicked on the adjacent lightswitch.

Well, of course you felt safe. After all, the two men passing by your house weren't particularly known for making themselves obvious to their future victims.

Unbeknownst to you, two rather notorious figures walked past your house; back to their own car after a particularly lengthy session of stalking a would-be target. If the smaller-framed and more fragile of the two hadn't turned his head at just the right second, then likely, you really would have been safe. No additional thoughts would have been put into his head. No horrid fate would have been written out for you. No harm would befall you in the days to come.

But he did turn his head, and he saw you.

The other didn't; he paid no mind to your fleeting visage entering a doorway, passing a threshold which barred all following access to your form through any means. He simply kept walking forwards, trying to find where exactly he'd parked his car. The first, however, was already forming a vision in his head. An artistic vision of sorts; at least, that was what he decided it was, and it had all began with the mere sight of you.

Initially, he took note of how radiant you seemed at this time. The dead of night and its accompanying darkness seemed to do nothing to quell the apparent glow about you. A particular glow that couldn't be emulated by any other living thing... at least, not intentionally. A glow that drove people to do extraordinary things; to protect, to corrupt, to create, to destroy. A glow that was unlike any other form that the concept of beauty took, one that was a rarity and a delicacy and a complete pleasure to anyone who came across it, no matter their intentions or morals.

The glow of... innocence.

Yes, that's what it was, he decided to no one but himself. Innocence. He recognized that glow. He'd seen it emanate from many before. As he decided what it was that he saw in you, he was instantaneously reminded of another. Someone he'd come across in recent years. Someone he'd killed. Someone he'd known rather... intimately.

Margaret Beck, aged 11. Just as pure as her brother, whom he'd been acquainted with long before he even knew of her existence. He knew nothing of her, and yet the moment he saw her, he believed himself to know exactly who she was: a happy, cherished, darling little girl. An innocent. A beautiful creation. To him, she glowed just like her brother had in the cabin that night, like a man-made star of Bethlehem. They were twins in the truest form, he'd mused to himself upon observing them. They would serve as proof of his hypothesis. They would show the world what it truly meant to be a sibling; to have a sibling. He just knew it. No one would stop him. They couldn't. Not after he'd obtained his perfect accomplice. He smiled at the memory of his realization, and yet he couldn't help but feel that his attachment to that glow ran deeper. It was as if he needed to reach into his soul to find what made him so drawn to you and your luminescence.

And so, he did.

He found himself within a memory of warmth. Familiarity, although what memory wouldn't seem familiar? Yet there was no word he could think of to accurately describe the sensation of this memory besides, simply, "familiar". He stood in a modestly-decorated bedroom, one within an old, white house on the countryside. Hovering over the bed, staring downwards, he was not alone. Laying in the bed was a small girl; her blonde curls sprawled over her pillow and her pale skin appearing incandescent in the dark. She looked like a porcelain doll, or a corpse at a funeral, motionless and breathing so quietly and softly that you could barely tell she was breathing at all. In his memory, he had to stifle a chuckle at the thought. Her tiny, little lungs couldn't hold so much air. He wasn't sure why he found such a notion so elating. Perhaps it was simply the effect she had on him. How he adored her so deeply that he felt the need to drain the life from her; extract her innocence so that, maybe, he could keep it for himself. Not to attribute it to himself, he reasoned with his own mind. Simply to keep it locked in a little glass box for him to look at whenever he pleased. To turn it from a finite quality soon to be shed to an eternal masterpiece, forever immortalized within himself.

As he envisioned watching over his sister as she silently dreamed, his infatuation with you suddenly made sense to him.

At once, images of you began flashing in his mind.

You stood in a pale pink nightgown, its trim lined with lace just falling past your knees as you slowly backed into a wall, into a corner; your eyes wide and terrified and brimming with tears as he drew closer and closer. He could sense how you were feeling. He could see you just barely trembling as you cowered. His only response was to continue forward.

You lay on a canopy bed, first posed like a fashion magazine covergirl and then like a corpse in a coffin, your hands crossed over the middle of your chest and your eyes closed. He was kneeling over you, looking down at your face before stroking your cheek and making you flinch.

Your eyes were wide as his fingers were placed in your mouth. He slowly pulled downward. You stayed still. He watched your mouth open wider, wider, and still wider yet, until finally a sickening crunch could be heard and blood began to trickle down from where your jaw was connected to your face.

You feebly rose to your feet in front of a wall, just barely able to stand upright and having to press your hands against the surface behind you to keep your balance. Your legs shook. From between them, streams of blood trickled down onto the floor, staining the matted carpet beneath your feet. He stared into you, as if he could see right through your exterior and into what you hid within your soul. As if he was familiar with every inch of you, and everything you had to offer as a human being.

He saw your visage on a canvas, contorted and broken and utterly beautiful to him.

It was undeniable now. You had to be his.

You had to, and you were going to.

Returning to reality proper, he found himself in the passenger seat of his colleague's car, having just arrived back home. He blinked, and then turned to the man behind the wheel.

"Did you see that girl going into her house on the walk back to the car?"

It's been so long since I've played the original trilogy that I honestly couldn't tell you which of the three is my favorite, but at this point I'm starting to think that it might honestly be the first one, if only because the first one doesn't have a single case that makes me want to concuss myself. (Which isn't to say that T&T does, but just that I really don't remember T&T well enough to say for sure.)

The four original cases in the first Ace Attorney game are all excellent, both in terms of story / character content, but also in terms of gameplay. Although I hadn't played in so many years, I didn't pick a wrong answer even once in the first four cases, because the puzzles were laid out so masterfully that the answer became clear with only a minute or two of thinking. I want to note that this is different from hand-holding; it's not that the game told you what the answer was, but that logic allowed for puzzling out when it was time to show this or that evidence. You also didn't have to Press on every single line of testimony usually, because pressing on just the ones that it was intuitive to press on was usually enough.

Now, that's for the first four cases. The same can't really be said for "Rise From the Ashes," but that's because RftA was written after the main trilogy was already completed, and thus suffered the same issues that JFA (and I'm assuming T&T) had: extremely finicky cases which were incredibly picky about when and where they wanted you to show this or that evidence, or requiring you to backtrack to rooms because it refused to make a crucial piece of evidence appear during an investigation sequence unless you had talked to some completely unrelated character already beforehand.

This might sound like griping because I am just not good at these games, but I don't think that's the case. Again, the first four cases in the original game didn't have this problem, at least in my most recent experience. Both the trial sections and the investigation sections made sense with very little nitpicky "this must absolutely be done in This Particular Sequence" bits. It's just RftA, and so far each case in JFA, that seems to have this issue. This could be because Takumi or Capcom wanted to up the difficulty in the later games, or at least increase the length of the cases (both RftA and the cases in JFA so far have significantly more evidence than the first four cases in the original game), but either way, it's noticeable.

Having said that though, although RftA had numerous parts where I had to look up a walkthrough because I didn't interact with the exact pixel of the evidence room at the exact right moment in the investigation and thus couldn't get the evidence I knew was right there, I still forgive it because I love the story and the characters. Although there is legitimate critique to be made about it (most notably how they retconned Edgeworth having ever forged evidence because of his popularity by that point in the series timeline), I still enjoy the story and the characters so much that it doesn't matter as much to me. Plus, tbh, it explains even more why Edgeworth would make the drastic choice he made between games, even if you don't take the retcon into account. The man was really going through it for those few months. (Though having said that, Phoenix being like "all prosecutors are evil scumbags" in light of him knowing Lana is still . . . lmao. You really can tell that RftA was made post the original trilogy.)

So at least, thus far into my replay of the OG trilogy, I rank the first game (with all five cases present) as above JFA, since while JFA has what is quite possibly my favorite case in the entire series (Farewell My Turnabout), it also has Turnabout Big Top, which just . . . well, you know. I feel like TBT is probably the most universally hated case in the fandom, lol.

But we'll see how I feel when I get to T&T, since that's the game from the OG trilogy I remember the least. I do know that I loved playing as Mia and I also love Dahlia as a villain, and getting to play as Edgeworth vs. Franziska was also delightful. So it definitely has aspects I am looking forward to. We'll just have to see if I find all of its cases enjoyable like I did the original game before I can make the final determination on that.

in my doctor who rewatch and finding myself annoyed they had a whole plot about a ‘nice dalek’ and going inside a dalek and everything….and somehow the whole ‘oswin’ dalek thing never comes up????

like i know they kinda hand waved how much she even remembers from that time but idk it felt a bit silly

aini as a game makes me SOOOO mad because it was SO CLOSE to being perfect

That’s what we’re for, fixing canon one AU at a time

Do not tempt me to rewrite this Mimic/Storyteller shit out of spite cause I have just enough spite to do it and not enough sense to stop me.

“I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of there.” Raguna fights to catch his breath, grateful for his regained freedom.

ngl the fucking portrait reveal for malachi was. weird? despite the fact its been hinted at it doesnt feel as impactful as it could have been. they could have made it show how far reina's entranced him by not even being able to recognize his own face in the portrait, maybe with reina using magic in some form of way that forbade him from looking at mirrors or his reflection so he couldnt remember his past in any way

or even if the portrait was angelie!! that wouldve been so cool, especially if raf opened it and saw her, feeling a connection, but being unable to pinpoint why. which is why i like @/pup500-af's idea of reina and angelie being raf's mothers. it wouldve been such a cool idea!!! reina having an attatchment to raf in a mother-daughter type of bond wouldve been so nice to explore and seeing that at the final fight of season 1, reina doesnt have enough malice to hurt raf? as in "even though i physically feel hatred and anger for what youve done, for deep down i still love you, i just cant stand the grief of being betrayed by you, and thinking it's anger"

or hell, maybe they dont get along. raf and reina wouldve been an interesting way to analyse angelie, because the plotline of her being asleep and kept in a glass box after being kidnapped is. too rushed. like just keep her dead at that point??? and whats with the Oh Yea lets give her superpowers baloney its so. Rushed. hell you could use the excuse of her being dead to flesh out the world more in some way, maybe making them access the hall of portraits (or maybe some kind of portrait building in a neutral realm for every single dead mortal??? because neutrals deserve to have been written earlier, since now we barely know Anything about them)

anyway late night angel's friends rant over. i have an exam in 6 hours, wish me luck

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