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practiced poses with Solar Lunacy !!
inspired by @glitzybunny and @crystalmagpie447 !!!!!
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Just published my first Ace Attorney smut. Consider giving it a look!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, massage therapist au, Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), Touch-Starved Miles Edgeworth, Smut, Getting Together, Disbarred Phoenix Wright, Top Phoenix Wright, Bottom Miles Edgeworth, Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Angst, POV Miles Edgeworth, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 3 | Trials & Tribulations, Pre-Gyakuten Saiban 4 | Apollo Justice, Pining, Mutual Pining, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time, Love Confessions, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Miles waxes poetic during a massage, Phoenix Gets a Day Job, Miles Gets Lucky lol
Summary:
For years, Miles Edgeworth had been getting massages to fulfill his need for some simple human contact.
But it wasn't simple. Not to Miles. Not when it's Phoenix.
#mine#ace attorney#narumitsu#gyakuten saiban#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#ace attorney fic#narumitsu fic#ace attorney smut#narumitsu smut#if you read you get forehead kisses from me everyday forever#xoxoxox
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you mentioned you love june and i'm curious how you feel about the other women in elvis' life? do you like priscilla and the relationship she had with him? and anita? linda? sheila? ginger?
Hello, dearest Nonnie! What a question! I think it's safe to give a huge disclaimer here that I am jealous of any woman who was loved by Elvis (lol), but for some reason, inexplicable or not, I find some of them delightful while others just rub me the wrong way. I will also say I can only imagine how insanely complicated, wonderful, and frustrating a relationship with that man could be and that all these women probably just did their best in the moment. My personal opinion is just that and is mainly based on my own ✨vibes.✨
And yes, it's no secret June is my favorite! I love her tenacity and spunk, how she didn't take a lot of shit, and while it breaks my heart, I respect the hell outta her for sticking to her values and letting him go when Elvis was being a dick and ignored her for months. Her book is beautifully written and such a great glimpse into a pivotal time in his life.
I also really like Kathy Westmoreland. I think spiritually and musically they connected on a wonderful level, and even though their affair didn't last super long, she was in his life longer than most women as a friend/colleague, and there is something telling and lovely about that. She was loyal to him until the very end and long after.
Shelia seems lovely and gave us some of the juiciest tidbits about him, and I'll always love her for that! 🤭 Their relationship was interesting, especially concerning how he seemed to play her against Linda and she didn't really give a care. I get the impression she just went with the flow, they enjoyed each other's company, and she knew it wasn't going to be long term. I like her.
Now the others...now keep in mind this is just my personal opinion, and I know others feel differently and that is totally fine! I'm not looking to war with anyone LOL.
Linda drives me bonkers as a person. Maybe it's the whole "beauty queen" mentality or her attitude on social media, but the woman is just not for me. Reading her book did give me more insight, and I really do think she and Elvis loved each other and that she was there for him during some really difficult times. But I just don't like her and hate how she seems to capitalize on her relationship with him to this day in a very "me me me!" manner. She's my least fave of them all.
In a similar matter, I find his relationship with Priscilla very complicated and her relationship to his legacy even more so. I don't fall staunchly into either the "hate" or "love" camps for her, but do take everything she says or does related to him with a grain of salt because she seems to drift back and forth in her stories in a way that suits her in the moment. I don't love how she constantly seems to ride the coattails of his legacy. I hate that she was so young when they met and how he seemed to be okay with that (but that's another discussion entirely), and I think her youth plays a huge role in why the relationship played out the way it did. While I think they had love for each other, I feel like that love was based on idealized images of the other and what they wanted them to be vs. who they really were. I'm sure I could wax on and on about them but I'm not going to do that here. I don't love her, and I don't hate her totally, either. But I one hundred percent don't buy the weird Camelot-esque picture Graceland, EPE, and she tries to sell about their relationship a lot of the time.
Now Ginger...poor Ginger gets a bad rap and don't think she deserves it in the least. There is no scenario in my mind where I think she could've "saved" him and I don't feel she was negligent or conspiratorial in any way. However, I do think she was young and in way over her head. She wanted to maintain some semblance of her normal life and Elvis was just not having that, and it caused some major dissonance. He was very much not in a good space and she got swept up in the madness. The stuff with her parents and the money is a bit suspicious, but I don't necessarily think that was on Ginger. I think she loved him (though maybe not quite the way he loved her?) and I absolutely feel devastated for her that she was the one who found him. Talk about traumatic. I also respect the hell out of her for waiting until her children were grown to write her book and that she is a defender of him and Lisa to this day.
I don't know a ton about Anita (I haven't read her book yet), but the vibe of them together just feels weird to me. I feel like he really led her on and get the impression he had a sort of idealized version of this "pretty little Southern Belle wife" that his mama approved of and then mama died and he went into the army and he clung to that image like crazy. Not to say they didn't love each other! But the chemistry doesn't quite hit for me and I think it got pretty toxic. (And I've listened to that recorded call between them too many times and her voice annoys me LOL.) But she put up with a LOT of shit (I mean they all did, tbh...). I'm a bit amazed she stuck it out as long as she did.
Of course, there are so many other women who were in his life and it would be a novel to talk about them all! One thing I always try to remind myself is all of them seemed to really love him and he cared about them, too, and no one can take that away from them. So even if I don't personally like some of them, they were still a fixture in his life and it matters. My opinion, in the scheme of things, means nothing! I also don't love ragging on women, especially when at the end of the day, I know nothing about what truly went on between those two people in their relationship. And god knows that man could be difficult, so I try not to fault any of them for his sometimes very shitty behavior.
Anyway, thank you for the question, Non, and I hope my answer wasn't too rambly! 💋 I do miss doing these asks!
#much love darlin!#xoxoxox#elvis' women#poor things never stood a chance#elvis presley#elvis#if you’re looking for trouble#you came to the right place#ask#answered#asks#anon ask#answered asks
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Quick Visit
Alright how about something a little more plot relevant?
If you see a typo, no you didn’t.
Uhm, it’s a bit long. Enjoy!
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There are many things expected of the Roatus line — Things that extend beyond the scope of the responsibilities of the typical purple blood with land under their control. The city that surrounds the House of Restoration is as close to a utopia that an Alternian city can get without outright pretending the horrors that exist in its past and right outside its borders are imaginary thanks to these responsibilities.
The Restorer takes great pride in the care that went into making this a reality for the city and the love that continues being poured into it. Despite the insistence that his children are under no such obligation to maintain this peace, the pair of them have found great joy in giving back to the community they were raised within.
Among her self-appointed obligations, Marrie loved nothing more than her routine visits to the Church of the Divine Dreamer to acquire a very special friend and deliver him to his appointments with her father. Selfishly, she loved the opportunity to see The Dreamer herself, it is only convenient that she is lending a helping hand to the community at the same time.
She stands in front of the church doors, fumbling with something inside of her bag when those doors open suddenly. In their place stands the yellow blood that never regards her with kindness nor contempt, but muted neutrality.
Dressed down from his usual priestly get up, in a button up that she thinks flatters him, it looks like he is on his way out.
The prophet tilts his head when he recognizes who is standing before him, then he sucks his tongue against his teeth.
“Has it already been so long?” He asks, indicating the perigees stretch of time since last the marionette set foot on their grounds, gaze drifting to his nails that he must have suddenly realized needed his attention.
“Yes!” She beams back, gripping the strap of her tote bag with excitement that she felt no need containing. “I’ll have him back before you know it, Cylion!”
“You always do.”
“I’m nothing if not consistent!”
“Mmm,” he starts to step around her, suddenly less interested in the conversation, somehow. “Poppet will see you to the Dreamer’s room.”
Marrie, somehow, perks up even more at his words.
For as long as the young Roatus has been coming over to grab Little Friend, Nymira’s prophet always hovered somewhere nearby. She’d never even known him to leave the church grounds, now that she thinks about it.
Even now, standing in front of him, it is hard to reconcile with the fact that he is wearing plain clothes and apparently has plans for the evening.
She turns to face him again and opens her mouth to say something, but he is not finished speaking.
“Do not overstay your welcome. Do not make me reconsider where I place my trust.”
She fully intends on overstaying her welcome.
Marrie smiles and untangles her hand from around the bag's straps to give him a thumbs up.
“Wouldn’t dream of it!”
She pauses to laugh at her unintended joke.
The oneirocritic looks up from his nails to fix her with a look that says he got the joke, but was not as tickled by it.
“Good.”
With that he continues on with whatever errand he is off to run and Marrie is left to her own devices.
She wanders into the building, letting the interaction roll off her back like water.
Who is she to pass judgment on poor social skills, anyway?
It takes very little meandering for her to find her way around the church, she’d been through it a good handful of times since meeting Nymira, before she finds Somnia giving direction to a follower.
Somnia acknowledges her with a nod and continues speaking to the follower, a conversation she makes no effort to eavesdrop on as her attention it drawn to a painting of Nymira on the wall — Slumbering peacefully in a bed that looks more like a stage, beams of sunlight illuminate her image with extra care taken to highlight the ones that cradle her face.
Nymira, she thinks, is a marvel of a troll. Certainly one deserving of being a muse. But if these are the gifts she is accustomed to receiving, she worries her paltry offering will only pale in comparison.
She pats her tote almost self consciously.
“It’s new,” Somnia’s voice frees her from her insecurities, and she turns to smile at him, beaming bright enough that anyone would be forgiven for thinking she was trying to emulate the sunlight in the painting. Somnia continues. “Just put it up this evening.”
“It’s lovely! Say… Why does Cylion call you Poppet?”
Somnia shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by the sudden change of direction.
“Maybe he doesn’t want anyone to know that he actually likes me.”
Marrie laughs, finding it much easier to let her guard down around him.
“But you’re so charming!”
Somnia’s smug grin tells her that he liked that comment very much, but he does not make the effort to push the conversation further along, so she carries on.
“Cylion said you’d let me up to see Nymira.”
He nods and turns to lead the way. It’s a quiet walk, one that features many more awe inspiring works of art that either depict Nymira herself or some abstraction of her, like her horns or her large fanning tail. Each piece is more enthralling than the last one, and not a single one depicts the Dreamer awake.
She recalls being told once that there was a rule against that, rendering her image sleepless. So while it is to be expected, it is a bit of a disappointment; Awake Nymira is Marrie’s favorite Nymira!
Upon making it to her room Somnia knocks on the door with a few quick raps before cracking it open and calling out into it.
“Mira, you awake? You have company."
Behind him Marrie watches stirring from within the room, followed by a very quiet voice.
“Company?”
“Well, I think she’s actually here for Little Friend, but she might entertain your company too if you’re quick enough.”
“Oh! Marrie!”
The excitement in her voice has the potential to send Marrie over the moons, instead she settles for rocking back and forth on her heels to quell the butterflies causing a racket in her stomach.
“I’ll be right out!”
Somnia closes the door and turns back to her.
“She’ll be right out.”
“I heard!” Marrie says a little too loudly, with enthusiasm that matched the godling.
Not long after, Nymira appears in the doorway, Little Friend along for the ride on her shoulder, with a big sleepy smile on her face. In an instant, she is wrapping her arms around her wooden friend and hugging her close.
“Hi Marrie!”
“Hi Nymira!”
Of course this is the favorite of her responsibilities, quite selfishly if anyone was to ask after it. She gives Nymira a squeeze of her own in return.
When they separate from each other, the godling looks around as though she’d forgotten something. It seems for a moment that she is a bit lost, even. Giving up, she drops her gaze to Somnia, for answers to her unasked question.
He shrugs.
“He stepped out,” he explains but not to any satisfying degree. “We can do whatever we want.”
Though he speaks in jest, one could almost hear the gears turning in Nymira’s head as she looks from him to Marrie.
“Can I show Marrie my room?”
“Knock yourself out.” Somnia waves a hand in the air and shrugs again.
Marrie feels her heart leap into her throat. Most of their interactions took place in the courtyard of the church under the watchful gaze of Nymira’s prophet, she’d never seen inside her room before!
With a delighted giggle, Nymira’s hand finds Marrie’s and she is already leading her inside her bedroom.
Her brother says nothing as the door closes behind them, and Marrie is shocked to find that he didn’t make the effort to join the three of them on the other side. He was content, presumably, to continue carrying out the chores left behind for him by Cylion.
It’s so weird, the young Roatus thinks, that trolls roughly the same age as she and Archie are in charge of such important matters.
Her father would never.
Before she knows it she is tugged along deeper into the room that is delightfully average for a god. It has all the makings of a regular bedroom — Books lay on shelves and upon an very unimpressive desk, but beyond that there is nothing special.
She didn’t know what she was expecting. She is tugged to a canopy bed that lives in the corner of the room by a large window, a placement that draws Marrie’s thoughts back to the painting of a sunkissed Nymira. The marionette hums happily as she takes her seat next to her.
Nymira sits in a way that sees both of their knees barely touching.
How unexpected!
“I don’t normally entertain guests in my room,” the godling admits sheepishly as her small companion makes quick work of crossing their legs and climbing up marrie like a jungle gym. “I hope it’s to your liking!”
“I’m just happy to spend the time with you.” Marrie assures, letting out a delighted laugh when Little Friend reaches her shoulder and affectionately bumps his head against hers. “I see Little Friend plenty.”
“Okay!”
Little Friend eagerly begins climbing around his large wooden friend while she basks in the warm gaze of a god. It doesn’t take him long to find his way to the opening of the girl’s bag and falling into it thus ending his little expedition.
His sudden tumbling reminds her of something and she perks up.
“That’s right! Nymira, I brought you a gift!” Offerings, as Marrie understands it, are typically filtered through Cylion. She fully intended on going through the proper channel, honest. But she also firmly believes that he deserves a day off too. “It’s nothing crazy, I promise.”
“Oh,” Nymira brings a hand up to her chin and tilts her head. “That should be okay.”
Marrie does not get a chance to fuss around in her bag before Little Friend digs up the small, delicately wrapped package.
“Thank you!” She exclaims, taking the parcel from his hands.
He salutes in return.
She then moves to hand the gift to Nymira.
It is wrapped in a black paper that looks almost iridescent in the light with small white specks of glitter that fall off in Nymira’s hand as she handles the package.
She giggles as she fingers the edges of the beautifully wrapped package.
“Like I said,” Marrie explains. “It’s nothing too special. I just saw it and thought of you.”
The goddess holds it timidly and starts to unwrap it like she’s never opened a gift before. She delicately slides a nail under the corner of the package to release the tape on one side of it and then pulls the gift out from the opening.
It’s so methodical, unpracticed, and unsure all at once.
In her hands she now holds a three pack of themed pens; The first is light blue with puffy white clouds littering it’s facade, the second has a clear casing that a sparkly slime looking substances lives within, and finally the third is deep blue decorated in stars with a cospringy star topper to make the whole thing complete.
Marrie watches as she enthusiastically takes out the black pen and turns it over in her hands to watch the slide slide around inside it.
“These are really very beautiful, but,” her smile becomes somber. “I don’t have anything to use them on in here.”
“Hm. That is a pickle— ”
Marrie is cut off before she gets a chance to wonder on it a little longer, not before Little Friend pushes a small journal out of the bag, patterned in the same as as the light blue pen.
“Surprise!” The marionette shouts, causing Little Friend to applaud with vigor from the bag. “It’s a matching set!”
“Marrie, this is all so lovely! Thank you so much!”
“I left a little note on the first page for you.. But you can write whatever you want in there!”
Nymira runs her thumb over the book to feel the raised edges of the clouds.
“Thank you! I will!”
#marrie#cylion#long post#coko writes sometimes#i would APPRECIATE INTERACTION W/ THIS ONE cause uhm#it’s basically the longest thing i’ve written all summer#much love#xoxoxox
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As much as I’ve moved on from the ncis/tiva fandom, I will try my best to bring myself back for edits because good knows I miss the good old days in 2012 where we all were still united.
#that being said#it might continue for a long long run#but that doesn’t mean I will change my love for jag because I’ve made them my entire personality and I refuse to stop that#xoxoxox
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@bunnyreaper
Heres a playlist to cheer you up a bit! It is still a WIP but yeah!
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gifs i’ve made for rent bc i <3 them
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Okay continuing the green color coordination thing asap I promise <3 may or have not forgotten I was doin that lol but bear with me 🪲🍃💚♻️🥬
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I swear, the @mulberrycafe oc brainrot is reaaallll RN! And I cant help but think about how my own ocs would interact/treat them so imma just share my thoughts as they will not leave me be x3
Katla,my elderly DB, would FUSS SO MUCH over them! Especially Hewen,Wyrm,Marigold ,Flynt and Bass. Because shes sorta based off the southern grannies I grew up around,you bet your last septim she wold make sure these boys EAT. Cornbread,turnip greens,black eye peas,steaks,fish,gumbos and soups. And LOOORRDDYYY would she fuss over any injury they got and she would most certainly tend to them when they are ill. I can see her sneaking Wyrm some strawberry bon bons. And while she may forget her specs (or on particularly rough memory days,her pants) she never forgets what they're interested in. While she may not know much about their cultures and their full histories,she still tries to make her tiny cottage feel like home for them.
Mary would be absolutely enthralled by all of them and ask them 100000s of questions. She would also bring them books,neat rocks,and cool bugs she finds. In Flynts Case,she will use words to help paint an image in his mind of what gifts she has given him or what the clouds she was watching looks like. I can also see her bringing Marigold lots of neat flowers and shells. Bass would be one big jungle gym to her,and a fixer of booboos.
Just hnnngghhhh I love all of them so much 😭
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uk i am in you
#I watched about 6 hours of David Attenborough on the plane#and slept not a wink#time to lose my mind#also this is my formal vacation announcement#I will be online very sporadically for the next week!#xoxoxox#emma rambles
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the fact that the “i’m so normal about sokka” post showed up on my dash 4 times like you reblogged it that many times killed me, really shows you are very normal about him 😂
shaking like a chihuahua. yeah sokka is fine i guess.
#all my behavior on this blog is evidence that i am so normal about sokka#xoxoxox#anonymous#ask me stuff
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Go to sleep wdym you've been awake for 35 hours?!?
35 HOURS?!??
you will be happy to know i accidentally fell asleep before i could respond to this <3 it did end up being 36 tho... which honestly feels more satisfying anyway hehe
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is the prototype for your female protagonist in pink scarf june jaunico in any way? bc i get her vibe.
GREAT QUESTION, Nonnie! She isn't, but I absolutely LOVE June. She's probably my favorite of the girlfriends, so perhaps subconsciously I wrote June vibes into Reader, especially in the flashbacks. 🥰
I honestly didn't have a prototype for her--she's kind of just an amalgamation of my imagination! 😊 Though, obviously I did take some real life moments between Elvis and June and make it Reader instead (with the whole moon conversation)!!
(I love this pic of Elvis and June!!)
#xoxoxox#thanks for the ask!#we love a little inspiration!#elvis#elvis presley#june juanico#elvis presley x reader#elvis x reader#pink scarf#answered#ask#elvis 1956
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I wrote another 700 words for Lighten Up and it was so CATHARTIC.
Writing for Lighten Up feels like coming home when I write Poe and Rookie🧡
#poe dameron x reader#rookie and Poe are my safe space#I’m gonna get emotional because we are almost approaching one year of the fic#and like I never in my dreams imagined I’d write something at length like this#thank you for lending your ear to my word mush writing#xoxoxox
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I will never shut the fuck up about how Anne with an E is one of the greatest underrated masterpieces ever crafted by humankind and how criminal it was that a fourth season was cancelled in favor of mf Kissing Booth
#I’ve been rewatching Anne with an e if it want obvious#Fuck u Netflix#xoxoxox#anne with an e#anne shirley cuthbert
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if close friends stories were a thing on this app i’d probably just spam my story with 0.5x camera angle selfies
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