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might-be-tiny-gt · 1 year

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Fic time Fic time! This one is a prequel for @sa-gt-tarrius Tiniest Turnabout! I wanted to write a story about the doctor and his interns and show a bit of their relationship. For the doctor specifically, I wanted to show off his eccentricity and how it relates to his students.

Spoilers Ahead

“Yes, Yes, I understand. Thank you again so much! And sorry again for the inconvenience.” Dr. Roscope closed the lab door with a sigh, took a breath, and faced his pupils with a smile.

Waiting anxiously behind the counter were his three assistants. First there was Finn McTesimal, a prodigy in his own right, barely out of high school and already having shown incredible promise. He was seated in a rolling chair with a worried face as he tugged on the ends of his still smoking scarf. Standing off to the side with her arms crossed was Minnie Ature. Her patience knew no end, made clear by her unperturbed expression. Surely, this ship would have sunk ages ago if she wasn’t around, something Mike was endless grateful for. Finally, seated next Finn, absentmindedly tapping a pencil against the desk was Lily Putian. Truly, the brains of their whole operation. It had been ages since he last encountered someone who could take his larger than life ideas and turn them in something tangible. He only wished Lily would push herself to think of outlandish ideas of her own, she could benefit from thinking outside the box so to speak.

All eyes turned to the doctor, “Well kids, I have -“

Before the words left his lips, the three finished for him, “Good news and bad news?”

“Ah, glad to see we are all on the same page. Great minds think alike and all that,” Dr. Roscope grabbed a stool and a chalkboard and dragged them in front of the counter as if setting up for a lecture, “Bad news, obviously being that our field test was a failure and I have just been ‘strongly urged’ that we cease any continuation of the project effective immediately.”

As to be expected there we groans of discontent and comments of disbelief. Dr. Roscope didn’t do anything to dissuade them from letting out their frustrations, they had every right to be upset.

Minnie, doing her best to remain level headed, raised her hand, “So, what’s the good news?”

The doctor clapped his hands together with content, “Thank you for asking! The good news is that the field test only caused minimal damage to the west building, only breaking that one window. And the resulting fire was quickly extinguished before anyone got hurt.”

“Well,” Lily spoke up half-heartedly, “That’s a relief.”

There was beat of quiet before Finn shot up from his seat, startling Lily, “Doctor, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t think a fire would break out.”

Dr. Roscope step forward, “There’s no need to apologize Finn. I don’t think any of us could have foreseen the wind blowing away your scarf the way that it did. It was an accident and as far as Freddy’s concerned, entirely my responsibility.”

Finn noticed the doctor give him a wink at that last statement and he sat back down with weary smile. Both Lily and Minnie comforted Finn as the doctor continued.

“Now that we have all that out of the way we can spend the rest of our afternoon together, that being,” He glanced down at his watch, “The next twenty or so minutes, brainstorming our next major project for the semester.”

Roscope began erasing the the chalkboard. Lily cringed as she witnessed all their research and impromptu notes they took such care not to smudge over the course of the semester be erased in an instant. When Roscope was done, any writing on the board was completely illegible but he didn’t bother erasing any of the smudges. With no concern for the mess still left on the board, the good doctor wrote in the top corner with large surprisingly visible letters, “Project Ideas.”

“Now remember, in this lab, there are no bad ideas,” He took a seat on the stool, leaning forward in anticipation, “Just uncreative ones that aren’t worth perusing. That being said, what are we thinking?”

There was a pause as Finn, Minnie, and Lily silently deliberated amongst themselves.

Finn spoke up first, “Well, maybe we can make something to help students who are running late make it to class on time?”

“Yes, that’s a problem, now what’s a solution?”

Minnie chimed in, “How about a better alarm clock?” Lily and the doctor chuckled.

The joke completely flew over Finn’s head, “Oh well, I was actually thinking more about student on campus who might have a long way to walk between classes?”

“In that case, we could create plan for a campus wide transportation system? Maybe we could use a tram-“

“That’s a good idea Lily, but perhaps we can push that idea bit more? How can we get students to their classes in an instant?”

“Doctor, are you talking about teleportation?”

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“Yes! YES! Teleportation! BRILLIANT IDEA FIINN! Let me just right this down.”

“Hold it,” Lily interjected as Dr. Roscope sporadically scribbled on the chalkboard, “Teleportation? Is that a little to far outside the realm of possibility to be considered? How would that even work?”

“We could set teleportation stations around campus! Oh OH! Or we could make it like a phone app and you just input where you need to be and then your just there!”

“That’s a neat plan Finn, but I think what Lily was trying to get across was how would we even go about making teleportation technology. We’d be breaking quite a few laws of physics.”

“When will you girls understand? Your minds are capable of coming up with limitless possibilities that we can make real if we put our minds together. Stop limiting your thinking because of things as inconsequential as the laws of physics. Laws were made to be broken, damnit!”

“Sorry Doc,” Minnie merely shrugged, “Not saying it’s impossible, just saying it’s going to be really hard to break those kinds of laws. Besides teleportation’s probably not the wisest idea, Jeff Goldblum could tell you that much.”

“Hmm, you may be right. Probably shouldn’t risk a lawsuit…. Do you have any other ideas?”

Dr. Roscope specifically tuned his gaze to Minnie, she had the floor. Minnie had to think for moment. She wanted to propose something practical, but heaven forbid she suggest something “uncreative.”

“Flight.”

“Flight?” Finn Questioned.

Lily contested, “We already have planes.”

“Ok, let me rephrase then, personal flight.”

Lily and Finn eyed each other. Dr. Roscope could only smile, “Go on, Minnie.”

“Well, if we’re pitching crazy ideas then I’d like make personal flight possible. I’m not suggesting we sprout a pair of wings but-“

“Buuuuuut,” The doctor interrupted with that face Minnie knew all to well, “What if we had bones like a bird instead!?”

Finn’s eyes lit up, Minnie facepalmed, and Lily could only watch with concern as the doctor wrote out his idea on the board.

“Yes, if we could make a formula that could safely hollow out human bones, we could possibly achieve flight without the need for any mechanics! What a wonderfully inventive idea Minnie!”

“Thanks?” Could she really take credit when her idea was snubbed like that?

“Absolutely not,” Lily stood up from her seat and approached the board, “Dr. Roscope, with all due respect this doesn’t seem at all practical, let alone possible. I know you want us to think big but maybe there’s a way we can think big and with in the realm of possibility?”

Dr. Roscope was now face to face with Lily. He could see the determination in her eyes, “Did you have something in mind?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Then by all means,” The doctor placed the chalk in Lily’s hand and walked to the counter to join Minnie and Finn.

“Thank You.”

Lily took care to erased everything off the board, smudges included. She then spent the next few minutes proposing several project that could benefit the school. She had bullet points, pros and con lists, and even a few rough outlines, it was all very well thought out.

When she finished Dr. Roscope clapped and returned to the board to get a closer look at her work, “Very well done Lily. I believe all the projects you proposed would be really useful.”

Lily saw his face. He was smiling and studying her notes with genuine curiosity, but she could see it in his eyes.

“You do like any of them… do you?”

Only for a brief moment did Dr. Roscope attempt to fake surprise but he reigned himself to his fate. He let out a sigh, he was caught. He shook his head.

“Of course not. Why would you like anything I propose?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I- Doctor, the entire time I’ve been here it feels like nothing I suggest is meets your standards. I know you appreciate my work ethic and contributions when we actually have something to work on but why does it feel,” Lily paused, searching for her words, “Am I not good enough for you?”

“What? Lily, of course not! You’re here because I want you to be here. I ask for your opinions and ideas because I want to hear them-“

“Then why do you never seem to listen?”

“Lily I- You see the- What I want from-“

Dr. Roscope struggled to get his thoughts together. He continued to stammer for a bit while Finn, Minnie, and Lily exchanged concerned looks. Finally Dr. Roscope found his voice.

“A great scientist’s legacy lies in what they discover, what do they learn or create that changes the way each and everyone one on this planet perceives the world around them,”

Dr. Roscope strolled over to the stool and sat down. His face displayed the most… earnest expression any of them had seen since… well, ever.

He continued, “But a great teacher’s legacy lies in their students. You three are some of the most incredible, talented, and creative minds I’ve had the pleasure to call my students. I want you to know that I see myself in each of you. Every time you walk through that door I see pieces of my reflection come together and I can’t help but be proud. And call me a selfish man but years down the line when you’ve long since graduated, and I’m a crazy old fart, I hope you visit me from time to time. Regale me with tales of how you changed the world, and I’ll know my legacy’s secure.”

“Doc, you already are a crazy old fart.”

The doctor couldn’t help but laugh, Minnie’s quick wit strikes again, “I suppose my reputation does proceed me. But believe me when I say you get crazier with age.”

“Oh I believe it.”

“Ultimately my goal with this internship isn’t to make an impact on the world, it’s to make an impact on you. If we happen to change the world in the process, that’s even better,” Dr. Roscope once again turned his attention to Lily, “I’m sorry that I ever made you think you were not good enough. I just want you to think outside the box more. Don’t ask ‘Is it Possible?’ Ask ‘Can I make it possible?”

“Thanks”

*Beep* *Beep*

Dr. Roscope checked his watch, “Alright that’s time. I won’t keep you here longer than you need to be, I know you’ve all got rides to catch.”

Finn, Minnie, and Lilly gathered their things. After grabbing her bag Minnie put her hand on Lily’s shoulder (Which was admittedly a bit awkward considering the height difference but hey what can you do.)

“You’re doing great.”

Finn chimed in, “Yeah, we’re all lucky to have you here.”

“Thanks guys, that means a lot.”

Minnie and Finn stepped out of the room to head home but Lily found herself hesitant to leave just yet.

“Doctor?”

“Hmm? Yes, Lily?”

“I’m sorry for lashing out the way I did. That was uncalled for.”

“No, please don’t apologize. You have every right to speak your mind and if you ever need to talk to me about something like that again, I’ll be here. I’m also going to review your project ideas, see if maybe we can start one of them this week.”

Lily nodded and reach for the door knob before stopping herself again.

“A size encapsulator…”

“I’m sorry?”

“That’s my out of the box, if I could do the impossible, idea. I’d make a size encapsulator.”

“That is a revolutionary idea. Thank you, Lily. Get home safe!”

“Likewise.”

Feeling much better, Lily stepped outside and headed home.

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The next day Minnie and Finn found themselves in the lab alone. Minnie had brought her sewing kit so to pass the time she began patching up Finn’s scarf while he watched with awe.

“Wow, I can barely see the seams! You’re really good at this.”

“Yeah well,” Minnie finished up her patch job and cut the thread with her teeth, “You pick up a thing or two working at a craft store”

Minnie handed the finished scarf back to Finn who happily wrapped around his neck. He studied the area Minnie had fixed with wonder.

“Can you teach me how sew like you?

But Minnie was distracted looking at the wall clock.

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

“Do you think they’re ok? I mean after yesterday…”

“Lily and Doc are fine. If there’s a problem, they are more than capable of talking it out. Let’s be really, do you think either of them would resort to avoiding the other?”

“You’re right. They’re probably running late.”

As if on cue, the door the lab burst open with dramatic vigor startling both Minnie and Finn. An extremely excited Dr. Roscope comes through.

“I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE HAVE OUR SEMESTER PROJECT AND,” Dr. Roscope gestures behind him to Lily who followed him inside. She has several papers up to her face, her eyes glued to it pages, “It’s all Lily’s idea.”

“Oh wow, that- that’s great,” Finn smiled, relived they seemed to be on good terms, “so which one is it?”

Dr. Roscope dashed up to the chalkboard erasing all the notes Lily wrote the day before, “None of these!”

“Doc, if it’s none of her suggestions from yesterday-“

“Ah but it was,” He turned to Lily, “Tell them.”

Lily was still rummaging through the papers, she hadn’t even looked up once. Minnie and Finn approached her to see what she was looking at. The caught glimpses of numbers and hand written formulas, what they added up to they had no clue.

“What is this?” Minnie asked.

Lily finally spoke up her voice slightly shaky, “I-I-I ran into in the hall a-and he ran some numbers and-“

“Numbers on what?” Finn asked.

Dr. Roscope answered, “A size encapsulator!”

“A what?!?”

“It’s just some rough estimates, but if these numbers are correct, which I’m positive they are it means that-“

Lily finally lowered the papers revealing the disbelief on her face, “It’s possible…”

“Wait, are we actually making a shrink ray!?” Finn was practically bouncing, he could barely hide his excitement.

“Are we?”

Minnie asked looking to the doctor for an answer but he didn’t have one. It was clear the doctor was looking to Lily for her answer.

“I- I think we are.”

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #tiniest turnabout #the tiniest turnabout #Finn McTesimal #Minnie Ature #Lily Putian #Mike Roscope #mighty writes #aa #ace attorney oc

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sa-gt-tarrius · 2 years

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Cross-examination time! Edgey and Shoddy take things down to the wire in an all-or-nothing fight to the finish 💪

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #gt #mywriting #the tiniest turnabout

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pocket-ghostie · 1 month

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"Eagle river is well-known for its powerful current. Most bodies that fall in are never recovered..."

This image has been in my brain for weeks, and now it finally exists!!! (I made so many scetches and test pages for this... it was worth it though 👍)

Because I think it would be fun, my first two concept pages are bellow the cut <3

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sucker-for-shifters · 2 months

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For Day 28 of GtWAC:

Shout out an author that has inspired you in some way.

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I'm doing two, because they both do great work.

@sa-gt-tarrius does AMAZING work, especially with their fic, The Tiniest Turnabout. I don't think that there's one thing that I can definitively say about it, because the way I feel about their writing is a whole experience in and of itself. The way that they write, the dedication to the characters... God, the sheer vibes and dedication that go into their works is so admirable! To say that I look up to them is an understatement.

@mixel-pixel also does great work! Even though I've only read one of their fics, Winziges Klavier, I feel like the brainworms that I got from that completely changed the way that I write. (Well, at least part of the way that I write, since now I put characters' thoughts in italics instead of like 'this'.) Also, the dedication to fleshing out the characters is something that I admire SO much.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gtwac #writer appreciation #g/t writing

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hychlorions · 2 years

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What makes you instantly disklike a work? Like, for example, a Klapollo one? Or is it easier to name what makes you instantly like it?

this answer got so long it’s ridiculous but it’s always the tiniest details that make or break something for me. an example i can name off the top of my head is apollo’s bracelet ? which a lot of people get wrong, which i understand bc it’s buried under so many other things.

it’s not magic, it doesn’t move of its own accord, it’s not some sort of lie-detecting metal. any pinching sensation apollo feels is just him tensing up as a reaction to seeing other people’s tics, so it won’t work unless his eyes are open (and functional i guess). technically any skin-tight bracelet will work the same way but it’s an important piece of design that helps us connect him to thalassa etc etc. so i see something where the bracelet tightens when apollo’s sleeping for example, or it somehow tightens when someone else is wearing it, i just go oughjdkfhdkf please. please replay/rewatch turnabout succession PLEASPLEASEPLEASE then i have to switch tabs

so yeah i get nitpicky with stuff like that but it’s more on me than the people who make that sort of content, really.

on a more positive note, here’s some equally tiny things that make me instantly like a work (whether it’s implied by a one-off line or a whole Thing, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s There): - clay being alive - klavier cutting his hair but it’s not bc of kristoph >:) - apollo having glasses 😁👍 - klavier and phoenix not bearing any hostile feelings toward each other???? (awkwardness, guilt, pity are HIGHLY ENCOURAGED i just mean if phoenix/edgeworth hold some blame/bitterness towards klavier when we all know the Truth of the incident then i’m leaving) - klavier saying stupid shit/making himself look dumb and it’s obviously just to make apollo laugh - klavier being actually nervous around apollo >:D that is all - klavier’s hot mom who is super nice we are friends

#ask #anonymous #THAT LAST ONE IS A JOKE. but also. not rlly #if she's there i am Here for it #the whole being nitpicky thing is very aa specific it's so weird #i've never been so obsessed with a thing that i can't even consume content absentmindedly #like my other fandoms was just liking literally everything i see #but this??? Yikes.#that's why it makes me so sad #i love these games so much #but i can't even enjoy other people's love for it without getting at least a lil bit bitter

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spirit-small · 2 years

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The following is a Ratattorney Special Presentation, which I'm choosing to call Phoenix Wright: Ratattorney in "The Tiniest Turnabout (Part I)". It's inspired by and heavily based on @sa-gt-tarrius' The Tiniest Turnabout, which has the distinction of being the first ever piece of Ace Attorney G/t content I consumed that didn't come directly out of my own brain. So to pay tribute to it as well as Sal's own The Ratattiniest Tourneybout, here it is now, the crossover event of the century. If you have not yet read The Tiniest Turnabout, I highly recommend doing that before returning here, it explains the facets of the case in much more depth than I've chosen to, on account of this being written with the assumption of familiarity. It's also just really fun and well made and I highly recommend it in general.

What had started as a desperate ploy to stay out of jail had morphed into a "Fine, Just One More Time To Save The Show" only to now leave Phoenix wanting more. Craving more. Now that he knew it was possible for him to stand in court (well, stand on Maya standing in court) he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into another case. Most borrowers never got to be this close to feeling like a bean, to really do something that mattered, to actually, really make a difference. And now that he'd done it twice, well. It's not like he had any intention of stopping.

Maya, on the other hand, while she reveled in the grift, was definitely concerned that Mr. Edgeworth might be onto her little charade. But, then again, he might not be that bad, right? Like, he did help a little towards the end of the trial, and nobody who could get that heated over a Steel Samurai debate could be an evil man. Unless they were a magistrate, she supposes.

Still, she did find a certain thrill to it all. And they made a great team. So, she figured the best course of action was to ride this wave as far as they can go. It was kind of hilarious to her just how easy it was to impersonate a lawyer, which, according to Phoenix, is actually a felony. But can you really go to jail if you do something for the bit? She thinks she could talk old baldy down if she used the classic quirky girl defense.

The best way to avoid arousing suspicion is, of course, owning it. The city and the airwaves are plastered with her face. “When You’re Arrested, What Do You Fey? I Want Maya-ttorney!” is her slogan. Very clever, in her opinion. Nick disagrees, but what does a borrower know about marketing?

They had recently taken the case of one Lily Putian, and it was time for Maya’s favorite part of every case - investigating the crime scene. Especially since in this case, it was somewhere she’d probably never get to see otherwise. The laboratory of Dr. Mike Roscope was typically off-limits to the public, and if there’s one thing Phoenix and Maya love, it’s snooping around where they don’t belong.

“Huh. So Dr. Roscope was a microbiologist?” Phoenix reads the case file as Maya flips through it, barely skimming it.

“Guess he woulda been real interested in you, huh, Nick?” Maya laughs and pokes him a little.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that small.” Phoenix pouts.

“You’re pretty small.” Maya carelessly shoves the files into her bag and looks around the room. “Woah... what do you think all this stuff does?”

“I don’t know, probably just tests and measurements. Maybe one of these makes coffee?”

“Oh, come on, Nick, have some imagination!” Maya bounces over to a mysterious machine. “I’m gonna guess this one is... a portal! To like, the moon. Maybe Jupiter.”

“Maya.”

“Nick.”

“That’s a fax machine.”

“...oh.”

“We have one in the office.”

“Why? When was the last time anybody used one? When you were my age like a hundred years ago?”

“Mia said she didn’t like online.”

“Hrmph.” Maya crouches down and points at another machine, pressing a button on top and seeing it activate, now roaming around the floor. “This one’s gotta be like... an advanced military drone! A weapon to surpass metal gear! I bet if I press the other buttons it’ll pop out like huge missiles and bombs! Maybe it plants land mines as it moves around!”

“That’s a roomba. And this is a crime scene, I really don’t think you should’ve turned that on!”

“It’ll be fiiiiiiine.” Maya stands back up and stretches, placing Phoenix down on the desk next to the outline of the victim. “Here, you investigate all this stuff and I’ll go play with more of these funky machines!”

“Be careful, please? You don’t know what this stuff might do.”

“I thought you said it was all boring stuff?” Maya raises an eyebrow.

“It is, but you could start a fire, or a gas leak or something, and I don’t want you destroying all of my potential evidence.” Phoenix walks around the desk, reading the papers strewn about haphazardly. “Geez, this place is a mess...”

Warning: maximum energy capacity reached

“Uh... Nick?” Maya backs away from a now-loudly beeping machine.

“What did you do?”

Exceeding max energy capacity. Current level: 101%. Please discharge.

“Nothing! I... I don’t think?”

“Well undo it!”

“How?!”

Current level: 105%. Discharging excess energy. 3… 2…

A flash of light. And Maya’s nowhere to be seen. Phoenix gasps and rushes toward where she once stood, climbing over stacks of books and important-looking documents, finally finding himself with just a gap of a few feet between him and the machine. He looks around it, looking for any sign of what may have happened, a label, or anything. But all he sees when he looks down...

Is an unconscious, borrower-sized Maya.

Phoenix quickly finds a cable running from the desk to the floor that he can rappel down and rushes toward her.

“Wake up... come on, Maya, wake up...” He shakes her. “Oh no, this is all my fault- Maya, please! Wake up!!”

“Mmmmmrnn... Nnnickk...?” Maya’s eyes open, only for a moment, before closing again. Phoenix helps her up, half-dragging half-walking, when suddenly... he hears it. Footsteps in the distance. Nobody but them should be this close to the lab, which means it can only be... no. Not now. He should be thankful, he supposes, for his extra sensitive borrower hearing. It’s better he gets the advance warning than... not.

“Come on, Maya, we gotta hurry, we don’t have much time.” Phoenix rushes her out of the exposed walking area and under a shelving unit tucked away in the corner. It’s full of scrap metal and various electrical components, not much that should be of interest to anyone investigating, he should hope. After all, he didn’t give this area a second look, so why should...

Edgeworth. Why is he here? Didn’t he get enough earlier? Phoenix lays Maya down in the corner and moves to the edge of the shelf to watch Edgeworth. He investigates for a few minutes, and Phoenix can’t take his eyes off of him. He’s considering just... running out there and asking for his help. They were friends once, right? He helped him. He could do it again. And clearly, Maya needs help. Phoenix doesn’t know what happened, whatever that machine did to her... she’ll probably need a bean’s help to undo it.

But... then again... He’s not the same person he was when Phoenix knew him. Something changed him in the last 15 years, and the ruthless demon prosecutor is probably the last person a borrower should go to for help. And sure, maybe a big part of why he’s continuing this whole lawyer thing is to find out what it was and maybe even help him, possibly even reconnect with him... but is this the time?

“Nnnnn... Nick? Wh... where am I?! Why are you so bi-” Before he can even decide, Maya regains consciousness. Phoenix rushes over to her, covering her mouth with his hand and shushing her, pointing at the impeccably-tailored but terrifyingly-large shoe of Miles Edgeworth, oh so conveniently walking right in front of their hiding place. He gives her a stern look and she gives him back one of a mix of fear and confusion.

Once he’s out of what they hope to be earshot, Phoenix and Maya both let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding.

“What the hell happened to me.” It’s a statement, not a question. “What. The hell. Happened to me?!” Maya whispers. She wants to yell so, so badly but the fear of a towering prosecutor has left her without release.

“I-I don’t know! Just... stay here. I’m gonna go...” Phoenix clenches his fists, takes a deep breath and lets it out. “...talk to Edgeworth. See if he can help.”

“No.” Maya grabs Phoenix’s arm and holds it tight. “No! You can’t!”

“Rrgh- Maya! Let me do this! I can't help you, but... but maybe he can. This is a bean problem, caused by some sort of mean bean machine, and... the only other people that could help are all still suspects to me. What if I hand you over to a killer by mistake? You think they wouldn't take the chance to dispose of the only one who could actually convict them? Edgeworth has access to the machine, and at least hasn't killed anyone.”

"That you know of!"

"I'm sure of it. Edgeworth's not a killer. I'll believe that til the day I die."

“Which might be today if you go out there!” Maya looks up at him, tears forming in her eyes. “It’s my job to hide you from him, and I’m gonna keep doing that, even if we’re the same size now!”

Phoenix looks at her, then out toward Edgeworth, and back at her. He sighs and sits down next to her. “Alright. Alright. We’ll figure something out... we’ll find another way through this.”

#ratattorney #you guys have no idea how excited i am to get through more of this its gonna to insane new places

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territorial-utopia · 2 years

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From @sa-gt-tarrius:

Hallo there! I’m Sal. My Tumblr handle is @sa-gt-tarrius, and my ao3 handle is Sandallion.

I’m a fanfic writer who specializes in shrinking scenarios and borrower-centric stories. I’m a huge fan of the Ace Attorney series, so most of my fics focus on those games, but I’ve also written oneshots for a variety of fandoms—plus a few original works!

The Tiniest Turnabout features Phoenix Wright shrunken to four inches while investigating a murder case. He’s quickly discovered by his rival, Miles Edgeworth—and together, they have to solve the case and restore Phoenix to normal size.

Amicus Curiae: Friend of the Court follows a borrower named Apollo Justice who’s been secretly studying law under a prolific defence attorney. But when Phoenix Wright is accused of murder, Apollo has to choose between keeping the borrower secret… and saving Phoenix’s life.

If you enjoy G/T and the Ace Attorney series, come join our discord server! We share our fics+art, play games, and post memes. It’s very casual, and we always enjoy having new folks to talk to!

Thank you for reading! 💕

#submission #sharing is caring #gianttiny

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collabwithmyself · 2 years

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Just read Chapter 8 of @sa-gt-tarrius's The Tiniest Turnabout and sir. Sir. Sir. Could you be ANY more stupid. I love you but SIR

#collab doodles #collab fanarts #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #manfred von karma #the tiniest turnabout #g/t #gt #sa-gt-tarrius

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musicallygt · 1 year

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Miles lowered his voice to a whisper, holding Phoenix up to his nose. “…You’re alright.” “Well, I’ve been better.” Phoenix groaned and collapsed against Miles’ curled fingers, the ghost of a smile crossing his face. “Didn’t think I could hate pockets more than I already did." “You idiot.” Miles rubbed his thumb along Phoenix’s hair, trying his best to tame the unruly spikes that splayed in every direction. “I’m taking you home. You need new clothes."

based on that moment at the end of chapter 25 of The Tiniest Turnabout because when i originally read it i couldn't stop grinning except i didn't feel like drawing a car background lol

#my art #aa #the tiniest turnabout #g/t #giant/tiny

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rainydaygt · 2 years

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i have been infected with g/t ace attorney disease (the art is SO CUTE tho it's too hard to resist) dghhgjskks if you'd like a drawing prompt there's that one scene in the tiniest turnabout fic (i believe you said you've read it) where phoenix is in edgeworth's pocket in the car and it is very cute

"'Oh.' Is right."

#I hope this is the scene you meant alshflng #this took way longer than i thought it would #phoenix wright #ace attorney #aa #miles edgeworth #art from the river #the tiniest turnabout #g/t #giant/tiny #tiny #giant #art #artist #giant tiny #ask #asks are open lol

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might-be-tiny-gt · 2 years

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MORE TINIEST TURNABOUT CHARACTERS

Awesome Fic and Characters belong to @sa-gt-tarrius

Here we have Han McClean and 2 alts for Vivian McTesimal. As always notes and head cannons under the cut.

Han McClean

- Han is tied with Minnie for personal favorite Tiniest Turnabout character and thus I totally imagine them having a dynamic. While Minnie is keeping things from going crazy Han is never too far watching the chaos unfold.

- Han has his sleeves constantly rolled up, it’s a habit he’s had since his teenage years. I think the first few months on the job he was constantly told to keep them unrolled but at this point no one bothers anymore.

- Han is actually pretty muscular. It’s generally hard to tell because of the loose fit of his uniform but you can see it when his sleeves are rolled up. (Sorry I tried my best, I hope visually that idea came across 😢)

Vivian McTesimal

- When designing Vivian I decided to make her work uniform’s colors similar to her son’s while making her casual clothes complimentary to her son’s.

- Finn gets his floofy hair from his mother. She tries her best to “tame” it for work in a ponytail but it never lasts. Not pictured here but she has a cap for work that better hides her hair on a wilder day.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #the tiniest turnabout #tiniest turnabout #mighty draws #ace attorney oc #ahhhh I’m so proud of how they came out

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sa-gt-tarrius · 2 years

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Been a while since I’ve checked in with Phoenix and Gumshoe :] so here u go, I wrote this in the span of a day

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #gt #mywriting #the tiniest turnabout

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poetofthefall · 2 years

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things you said through your teeth

[written for @mormorproposal 's prompt request]

Healing around Jim is a difficult undertaking.

It isn’t sadism, the way he likes to pull Sebastian’s wounds apart. That would imply sexual gratification, and Sebastian has gotten him off enough times to know this fascination is something different.

Jim likes running his fingertips over Sebastian’s sloppy homemade stitches, gentle as a farce, nails catching on the knots and pulling as he trails across Sebastian’s skin. He’ll climb into Sebastian’s lap like it’s his right, because it is, regardless of whether Sebastian wants him there, pressing close enough to mix their breath together. He’s long since learned that forcibly removing Jim will only lead to bigger fucking problems later.

So he sits still and patient as Jim digs his thumbs into the hook of his bruised jaw and licks his mouth open. Jim tastes like spearmint and coffee, and it’s just a means to an end, but Sebastian kisses back, of course he does, biting open the perpetual split in Jim’s lip because he wants to and because he’s started to accept even the tiniest bit of turnabout as fair play.

Jim hums in something like contentment and starts prodding Sebastian’s loose teeth with his tongue until they bleed.

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To say Sebastian is good at his job is unnecessary and inaccurate. He doesn’t need his ego stroked and he isn’t good; he’s the best money can buy. That’s why he’s the one at Moriarty’s side, at his back, his beck and call, his bedside carpet, bruising his knees.

All the skill in the world wouldn’t make occasional injuries avoidable, though. Nothing to be done but smile and get on with it.

Sometimes it’s only a concrete abrasion. Sometimes it’s all ten fingernails torn off, because Sebastian got gold stars in RTI and he’ll be fucked to hell and back before he yields to anyone, to anyone– well, you know. Else.

The first time happened in Jim’s flat, before they lived together, Sebastian sprawled in the guest bathtub, all bloodstained briefs and an open gash from a wild knife swing splitting his outer thigh. He’d propped the first aid kit on the toilet seat for easy access, grinning at the message scrawled in sharpie on the inner lid, YOU FUCKED UP, and it probably would’ve been funny even without the blood loss helping things along.

He hears Jim creeping down the hall on socked feet, senses his presence in the doorway, lets Jim think he didn’t, because that brand of lie is the only sort he ever manages to pull off these days.

Jim stares and Sebastian rubs betadine generously over the wound, goosebumps rising, part unease and part Pavlovian reaction, and Jim doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move or mutter or twitch. The stillness is so fucking unsettling that Seb looks up, drawls, “Hey, baby, like what you–” and chokes on his words, because Jim is looking at him with nothing less than fascination.

He hates himself a bit over how it punches the breath out of him. Only a bit, because it can conceivably be dismissed as something physical. Jim’s focused gaze, his undivided interest, feels overwhelming. He has no idea why it’s being directed at him here, now. He wets his lips. Makes an aborted movement to swab his leg again. “–what you see?”

They look at each other. Or, Sebastian looks at Jim, lifeblood oozing down the drain, and Jim looks at his leg.

Sebastian shifts and winces. It hurts, sends pulses of electricity racing up his nerves with every movement, but he’s had worse.

Jim pads over. He still isn’t talking and it’s bugging the hell out of Sebastian, because he may not understand Jim, probably won’t ever come close, but he’s good at interpreting the man’s moods even if it’s impossible to predict them. Silence usually means big fucking danger, but he isn’t reading that right now. Jim’s eyes aren’t mad. They’re a flawless mirror black in the low light.

He perches on the porcelain and leans over. His gaze is still hovering below Sebastian’s belt and if there wasn’t so much blood missing from his body, it’d probably stir something on principal. “Does it hurt?” he asks, droll, and Sebastian scoffs, blood loss and the comedown of adrenaline making him feel lightheaded. “D'you mean the knife wound?”

Jim reaches down. Sebastian lets him, though it’s weird, the gentle brush of fingers over his skin. Jim isn’t careful, not in this way, not with bodies and especially not with Sebastian’s body. He can’t say the light pressure is doing anything for him, but it’s Jim so he just sits back and watches, a little woozy.

The fingers trail down, nails carving rivers through the sick yellow-brown antiseptic. They stop a few millimeters from the edge of the cut. Sebastian lets out a slow, measured breath that he’d apparently been holding, gaze steady.

“Yeah. It does,” he says softly.

Jim leans closer, hair falling into his eyes at this angle. He appears more scientist than madman right now, utterly absorbed in his task, in Sebastian, even if it’s just part of him, and isn’t that nice?

Why are you looking at me like that, he wants to ask, can’t, knows how his voice would sound coming out even if he made it a challenge.

He stays silent. Jim slides his index finger down the length of the incision, both sides of the split flesh pressed tight together by the angle he’s sitting at, and it doesn’t hurt, but the nerves there are hyper-sensitive enough that the tiny ridges of Jim’s fingerprint feel like sandpaper. Like a rough handjob too soon after orgasm.

Jim lifts his leg, gentle, still fucking gentle, some sort of game Sebastian can’t figure out right now. He looks strange around the edges, and a moment’s thought reveals this has something to do with the set of his eyes, not the way the room is tilting around them both.

He sucks in a breath, suddenly reminded of that saying about the soft parts and man with the knives. (Something about exposing them at every opportunity, right?)

“Lending a helping hand, then? You wouldn’t happen to be A-positive, would you?” he asks, smiles, twitchy, at his own joke. Jim blinks at him, slow and smiling.

Jim presses down hard on either side of it.

Everything goes white. Sebastian screams. His hands are wrapped around Jim’s wrists before he can blink, tight enough to grind delicate bones under his fingers, thigh throbbing along with his heartbeat. “What in the fuck,” he bites out when he can breathe again, shifting his weight off the leg. Jim had dropped it. His heel hit the tub hard but it’s nothing, nothing compared to the agony in his leg. His goddamn ears are ringing.

The smile doesn’t leave Jim’s face, but it does take on a significantly more threatening tinge. “Don’t be weak, darling,” he says through gritted teeth, “buck up now, don’t be boring,” and tugs his hands away pointedly.

He doesn’t get far. To both of their surprise, Sebastian doesn’t let go.

He looks down at his leg, confirms that it is in fact fucking bleeding again, but it doesn’t look significantly worse, and by the time he looks back, the interest is fading fast from Jim’s face, replaced by annoyance and something like disappointment.

No, Sebastian thinks, reeling, because he does not disappoint Jim, and then, am I really going to let him poke me like a science experiment just to keep his interest?

—

Sebastian lets it happen. Jim is interested. After, he crawls into the tub on top of Sebastian and proves it, and Seb even comes before he passes out.

The benefits don’t stop there; he wakes up in the bathroom with crusted blood covering his lower body and cum on his chest, but there’s a slipshod bandage strapped tight to his thigh, and a folded towel under his head, which is about enough to be getting on with.

And the bruises on Jim’s wrists go all pretty, purple and black. When Sebastian gets hurt, he looks intimidating. When Jim gets hurt, he looks like a fucking abuse victim. Seb likes the stares they get in public whenever Jim’s sleeves ride up, when he decides they should go clubbing for the night and dons something short-sleeved and clinging.

The way people glare at him, as if James fucking Moriarty is his victim. It’s hilarious.

The bruises stick around for weeks.

—

The second time, Jim creeps up from behind and wraps his arms around Sebastian’s torso, cracked and broken ribs groaning at the constricting pressure of his arms, and he does seem to actually be listening, ear to his back and fingers twitching with every little movement Seb makes.

The thing is, he could resist this in the right headspace, if he was actually expecting it. Instead his knees nearly give out and he cries out like a dying animal, sharp pain shooting through his chest cavity. Every breath feels like fucking agony. He barely resists the urge to spin around and slam Jim’s body into the wall until he lets go.

The smaller man sighs, a rare, almost happy noise, and Sebastian tries his best not to breathe. Jim must go up on his toes, because a tender, lingering kiss is pressed to the nape of his neck where he’s most sensitive.

His knees do buckle, then.

Jim keeps him there.

—

Sebastian knows Jim doesn’t do this with other people.

Trying to decipher his motives is useless, but Sebastian can’t help the little voice that whispers, that means it has to be because it’s you.

—

There isn’t always sex, and it isn’t always an event. Sometimes it’s as simple as sucking Seb’s tongue into his mouth after he accidentally bites it.

But nothing about Jim is predictable, and the downshot of this is that eventually, whenever he chooses to ignore whatever trauma’s befallen Sebastian’s body instead of making it worse, it feels like a punishment.

After all. It’s nice, feeling like Jim thinks he's fascinating, for a little while.

#sherlock #mormor #jim moriarty #sebastian moran #can you spot the tiny reference to goingbadly's beautiful fic engine knock #alt title: I Can Make Him Worse #my writing #mormorproposal #fun fact apparently this is 1666 words exactly

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