kokoro no yoroi

ahahah, okay, clearly one Halloween fic is not enough for me. This one is worksafe, short, 99% spoiler free (I suppose there are spoilery hints about Edgeworth's childhood but that is all) and mostly just an excuse to shove Phoenix and Edgeworth into a doombuggy together.

Probably after the end of the fic they go around on the ride again and make out the second time. Then they all go to lunch in the castle. That's what I think anyway.

I only just dashed this out this morning, so it may be messy. Apologies to Disney Imagineering.

EDIT for a curiosity note I just found in the ride tour section of Doombuggies.com: By the way—if you were to check out some of the real books used as props from the Walt Disney World Haunted Mansion's library, you might be led to believe that a lawyer was haunting the halls. Among the titles of the law books that sits on the dusty shelves are Corpus Juris (which is translated to "The Body of Law") and Modern Legal Forms. There are also some medical books in the collection as well.

:D :D :D

Foolish Mortals
2,000 words
Worksafe
Happy Halloween (again!)

( This is a Dark Ride )

I'm having a bleak sort of afternoon, so, in an attempt to cheer myself up, I made some icons! Some christmasy, some just silly, and some making unorthodox use of the preview screencaps for Turnabout Prosecutor, or whatever the hell they're planning to call it. I've got blanks for those too, so you can pretty much make Edgeworth and Gumshoe say anything you want. I might even make some more, today, or maybe I'll write that thing I want to write about Klavier and Apollo and the end of case three. Maybe.


If you use any icons, credit would be just dandy. ♥

( 17 various ace attorney icons )

I finished it! yaay! ...Now I can start working on that Christmas fic bunny that's been gnawing my leg off all week. Honestly. It has the seasonal timing of a department store's holiday section. (October 15? ROLL OUT THOSE SANTAS.)

7,600 words, worksafe, beware spoilers! and dead things!

Takes place one year after the end of AJ:AA, the following October. Because they only offer the Bar Exam like twice a year and then you have to wait forever to get your results. :3 Not as much survival horror as I might have liked, but c'mon, guys. Survival horror for lawyers does not mean flamethrowers, it means litigation and lots of it.

And okay maybe a few zombies. Provided they have their death certificates signed in triplicate and witnessed by a notary.

( In the Mansions of the Just )

eider's birthday isn't until Sunday, but we're leaving tonight for a six-day family obligation sort of trip, and for her birthday we will be sharing a hotel room with relatives, and I don't expect we will have much in the way of privacy until we come back home, to say nothing of having internet access.

So I'm posting this early, because there's no other way to give her Phoenix and Edgeworth all done up in neckties ribbons.

Work safe-ish. Spoilers for mostly Apollo Justice, unless of course you are already well-versed in the Hobohodo phenomenon* or if you just don't care! We're all fine with that. Cranky lawyer guys in love, straight razors (for shaving, not for angst), just enough heartache and hope. 2,300 words.

*or, as he is fondly called around here: beaniefeenie.

( Razor's Edge )

Jesus loves me, this I know
for the fact that they are making OMGTAKARAZUKAREVIEWPHOENIXWRIGHTMUSICALHOSHIT tells me so!

So! Right! Two tickets to Japan then. Pardon me, I'm just going to nip out and become a wildly successful poker shark. Or possibly a prostitute. It's in February, right? that gives me a few months. Now I've got to go back to greatestjournal and see if I can unearth all my old Takarazuka links.

man, I was on court records just this morning and they hadn't updated with this yet. Joy found it first.

Joy's google translation of the news article coughed up lots of "samurai sword of State Rei" which is Edgeworth's Japanese name in literal translation, so of course there's going to be a lots of that. Lots. Of course! This is takarazuka, after all. beautiful rivalry, cravats, gaygaygay, all that. It's tradition. Takarazuka Edgeworth. I think I might die. Nevermind the fact that you know Edgeworth himself has got to be a fan.

Today be talk like a pirate day! I've sailed these seas afore, and I've seen many a green lubber swept overboard by something what I feel gives 'em away as no true pirate. Going about all day they are, growling frustrations to the sky without a moment's surcease! What ails these swabbies, I've ruminated, many a day. Groanin' and complainin' and belly-aching! Tweren't the scurvy, I know, as I lined 'em all up on the forecastle and threw oranges at 'em less than a fortnight ago!

Why, I lighted upon the truth! They be not unhappy, tis only that the sorry barstards can't spell! Now I tend to get creative on me own letterin'-- especially on me name, as I find threescore or so extry letters never did no harm, seeing as how I've never known a whore 'tcomplain about wearin' all her pearls at once! Just an extra bit of shine, it be. But there's times on the seas when you need less wind in your shrouds, and times when Mikle Mike's pinched yer cabin boy's stockings one too often, and tis better to shoot him in the eyeball and be one man less on yer crew. This be one of those 'less' times!

If ye be a pirate, now, you say, "arrrrrrrr!"

Simple even for Dumbass McStupid, the only pirate to ever wear a peg-leg on his head and claim he's a unicorn. Two letters, you just do the last one over and over until you've got a fine lookin' length. If yer surprised, why, tis, "Arr?" and if yer cabin boy's shot up like a weed and come over all hairy and wants a ship of his own, ye go, "Arrrrr," kindly thoughtful-like, as pretty youth be so fleetin', like good rum or somethin' else what don't last too long. And if yer crew's drunk to the last man and they hang back until the lootin' and you're ready to gut the whole lot of em, that's "ARRRRRR!!!!" and make it good n' growly so they know it's half rations and double lashin's!

Now then. The trouble starts when some book-suckin' brainpan what still needs to be at his mama's teat thinks he wants to put some fancy extra letters in what don't go. I'll tell you this, me hearties. A pirate only says "argh" when he's been stabbed in the chest by his best mate what's betrayed him, or when his good power macbook comes all over a hard-drive failure. "Argh" is a noise of dismay, matey, not the proud piratey battle cry ye be wantin'. When ye write it out with that gh on the end, ye don't look piratey, nay. Ye just look all annoyed, like.

Or maybe like that orange cat in the comics what's not funny anymore, not like it t'were when I was a cabin boy meself.

Remember! This be our piratey day, and ours alone! Nobody wants talk like a ninja day, as ninjas don't talk, and what they do is all muffled because they can't wear a neckerchief proper-like and keep sticking it around their ugly faces.

So! All together now! Fine celebratory style!

ARRRRRRRRRR!

Oh, t'would be like heaven's music if ye weren't a bunch of tuneless slugs.

I'd say only one person reading me is actually invested in you know, what lawyerfic I write next, but it's more fun to make up a poll than to make up my mind.

( CROSS EXAMINATION. )

I have updated my why?gallery. ^^; Including more chibi hijinks! This concludes today's announcement.

*scurries off*

I should warn you now, though it is probably too late, that writing fanfic hasn't felt like this since we were doing ff8. I put out a story a day back in those days, and always had about three on the burner at all times. Were it not for the overwhelming character/game love, stuff like this would never get written, now, because without that I can never find the momentum to do it. Now it's like I can't stop. (Those of you who commented on the locked fic preview last night, thanks so much! I will reply when I'm home and can actually click on the fic. ^^;)

I wish I could say that this is totally parody and that trials in the game are serious legal affairs, but no, really, minus the gay, the gameplay is just like this, with the puns and the terrible character names and the beardy-weirdy judge. Actually it's just like this even including the gay. Actually I don't wish them to be any different than what they are, because it would be boring as snot, and I love it the way it is.

Warnings, etc. Mostly worksafe stupidity, with a helping of shameless gheishipping. No real spoilers of note. All legal decisions and medical conditions in this story are works of fiction, and they have fuck all do to with reality. Please do not read this fic, play this game, and think you can go pass the bar. I am this close to posting this sucker on ficwad, wtf. 1,500 words.

EDIT: on ficwad here. The code is shot to hell, as it keeps doing /this/ instead of this at TOTAL RANDOM back and forth, but I'm not devoted enough to that archive to really try to fix it. *shrug*

( Legally Blind )

being the first of a possible series of tarot-card fics, I don't even know. The only other things I have lined up are utter fluff, so who knows where this is going? I don't! I just know it's one sweet ride.

3,600 words, worksafe. Intentionally ambiguous timeline, minimal spoilers.

(NB: I'm sure it's really unlikely for a prosecuting attorney to do a lot of heavy undercover work, but this is the Legal System Of The Sorta Future!™ where nothing is particularly likely. I'd say in this case none of Gumshoe's men could have pulled off a cravat convincingly, and Edgeworth is glutton for punishment. Besides, lawyers can do undercover work! Because I saw it happen once in 1989 on an episode of Beauty and the Beast which is of course totally realistic.)

( The Hanged Man )

and because my hand was cramping up from all the tiny inking.

( pencil sketch - Edgeworth, looking a little worse for wear )

illo for a fic that's still percolating its way around the brain. His cravat is kinda short because he's ripped off half of it for a bandage. (If he'd had on a skirt, he probably would have used that.)

got a three page chibi story inked and ready to scan, but I don't have time for all the finishing tonight. maybe I'll get to it when I'm off Monday. :3

Dog walking. Cravats. They just naturally go together.

worksafeiiishkinda sorta except probably not as there are chibis comically screwing. No spoilers or anything.

two page mini-comic thing; while my chibing practice continues apace, my cleanup skills are minimal and my fonts, sadly, not restocked. Also the originals for these are about 3x3 inches square so even scanning at huge dpi, the results are kinda tiny and grainy. and blah blah blah already have three pages doodled for the next one blah blah nothing better to do at work blah man it feels good to draw even though it is pointless and silly.

( shuttup and show me the pictures. )

results of my vigorous chibi training in a secret camp outside of Munich. (Ein-zwei! Make ze eyes bigger! *whipcrack*)

at least, these are the first tries I'm willing to share. ^^; The others were all too ugly until I got comfortable with the proportions. they looked like potatoes with big glossy eyes. I've banished them, my first malformed creations. Someday they will rise up and overthrow me.

but! On to baby lawyers with bunnies.

( exceeds your daily cute intake )

My only excuse for the Edgeworth sleeping on the giant stuffed bunny is that somewhere I have a picture of a five-year old me doing the exact same thing. Only of course I am oodlums cuter. I'm so cute the rays of all cuteness everywhere are dragged into my cute gravity well, where they form a pulsing pink supercutenova. I'd find the photo and scan it, but hearts would explode out of your computer CD drive if you loaded it. for serious.

Here are EBK's fantastic photos from the weekend, both of our Vagrant Story costumes and the Suikoden ones. Of course, I can barely look at them, because I'm always looking for things that I want to fix. Like somehow to make me magically blonder under my wig, in spite of the amounts of spray and makeup I used on my hairline. pthhhbt.

But for other people who aren't demented perfectionists, you might want to go and have a gander.

EBK was a great guy to work with, so nice! I know he took a bunch more shots, so I might try to PM him for the rest. Like the one where I'm holding up Sam's leg. ahem.

Vagrant Story Pics are here and Suikoden Pics are here, with Mullenkamp and Akatonbo as Camus & Miklotov.

Highwater & Holtsclaw is up to 17 pages! *_* Read the latest ones here.

I can no longer post these on DoA, for various reasons, most of which being that the subject matter has veered away from the acceptable whitewashery that DoA has to have for the kiddies. (Hey, Nik came to us with those scars on his wrist. I think they must be from seam line removal but.. they're pretty prominently post-suicidal. I've never seen seam line scars like that before. Definitely a case where the doll influences the character.) Of course, not posting it on DoA means that nobody is ever going to see it ever but them's the breaks. ;_; I have uploaded some pictures of Nico as well (ahaha most confusing two dolls EVER--Nikolin & Nicodemus, no relation) because he has had almost no new pictures. those will be posted today. I cleaned and restrung him tighter so he can actually hold a pose and put him back in his floofy PonceWear, because he's just not happy in anything else. Not everybody takes to modern life as well as Arouet.

Today I'm going to be building code pages for easy H&H reading! so even if my comic page work is crapass, at least the readability will be nice. ^__^

Nikolin is a new boy (well, new for us, he was third-hand) and is my next 27 birthday presents from some secret generous benefactors, like the ones in a Victorian novel. <3 You know who you are. ^___^

If, in the past, you have said or even hinted that you were going to join in on the Vagrant Story cosplay, now is the time to confirm or deny such vicious rumors. If suddenly you realize your Aunt Edna is getting married that day, or that in the meantime you seem to have moved to Tibet and become a Buddhist nun, that is fine. I won't eat you. (At least, not until after the Snowfly Forest events.) But please let me know even if you're not coming. Or if you don't know for sure yet. I just want to know how many VS people there will be, and who they're going to be cosplaying. There may be tasty confectionary treats in it for you, if I scrape up the time. UNLESS YOU LIVE WITH ME, DON'T ASSUME I KNOW WHETHER OR NOT YOU'RE COMING. ZOMBIES EAT BRAINS. THEY DO NOT READ THEM.

If you have broken all your fingers in a freak slingshot accident, and are not coming, you can still type an answer! That's what God gave you a nose for.

I'm sure most doll people have heard about this already, but I do feel obliged to spread the word.

Seven valuable one-off dolls were stolen from the Volks display at the NY Dollpa over the past weekend. Please keep an eye out for these dolls turning up on Ebay or elsewhere. Not only does this theft reflect badly on western doll collectors, it discourages more Dollpa-like events in the US when BJD fans have worked so hard to get more support for the hobby here.

I wasn't planning on bringing dolls to Otakon anyway, as it's mainly a cosplay con this time and I'd worry about something happening to one of them, but this really puts me off it.

[xposted child_of_glass]

I only have 841 words on this morning's prose, which is enough to tell me how out of sorts I've been. Maybe we'll get a thunderstorm, to break my weather and my headache and my mood.

At eider's prompting, I submitted ninety hijillion prompts to pornbattle, and I really wish they'd go back to a non-customized layout on the comments, because this one is sprawling and huge and I actually like to see other people's icons. O_O but there you have it. I don't expect even half of them will get hits, but, eh! They were fun to come up with and not be obliged to write myself.

I'm still forty minutes away from my iced caramel coffee whatsit at starbucks.

This day has been slower than mere mortal words can convey.

( the prompt list is here, too. )

Okay, people, this is Samantha in gameplay graphics, not looking her best as she demonstrates the very fashionable fad in Ivalice, which is to have a loved one stab you in the liver with a trendy dagger before going out for the evening. I say fad, but of course this has been in style for several thousand years, in spite of its obvious drawbacks. Oh well, people still wear dumb shoes, too.

you can also see a tiny picture of her here.

Now, this is Sam in her character sketch which is shown for ten seconds in the credits but nowhere else ever because there is no artbook damn your eyes, squaresoft!! which of course you can see varies in several details, one being that I think she's put several dozen long-haired extra silky hamsters up in her hairdo and removed all her lower ribs. (Oh, our Valendian cousins!)

I realize her iron-do in the gameplay is part of the graphic limits of VS, but nothing says Sam to me like her superstraight swingy bob, so I have been leaning towards the Yan wig. also it is that elusive just-to-shoulder-but-not-longer length that means I don't have to get out the scary scissors. But I don't want her to look silly! So! to entertain you all, a poll.

( which wig? )

you know, I told eider the other day, I'd kind of like to go back and do it all over, only better this time. Me too, she said, and then I said, but where would we start?

FFVIII - Cool Blooded
Pregame & Dollet SeeD Test
Zell/Squall/Seifer
worksafe
1505 words

( Zell Dincht could never quite manage to be /cool/. )