i'm not a robot.

Better to be h a t e d than l o v e d for what you're not. You're vulnerable. You are not a r o b o t You're lovable, so lovable But you're just troubled independent lana skye, played by sage. sidebar image by sulfoxides on deviantart.

[lanasskye]

i always forget i have this account. anyway hi hello .

[lanasskye]

godct:

    This woman has been spoken about by his former quite a few times. Diego had looked her person a small amount, not exactly interested yet curious. He cannot say that she ever crossed his mind once his dear kitten had passed those years ago. Now, here she was reaching out to him–perhaps because, he was the closest thing connecting her to Mia. Of course, there was Wright. Why, he believed the attorney had even defended her. There should be something significant in that one man was Mia’s lover, and the other was merely a friend. 

    Why Lana wanted to meet with him could be for any reason, but he was sure it must be her way of find a sort of solace in the loss they shared. Like two fish swimming in the same pitiful pool of loss, one drowning more quickly than the other. Maybe the other fish had a chance of living. The other certainly did not.

    Diego spots the woman sitting alone at the coffee shop, fingers tapping against the cup in her hands. He showed no sign of nervousness nor shyness toward her, after all she was just a woman. 

    He takes a seat before her, “Miss Lana…?”

She hadn’t been called Miss Lana since Ema’s friends used to come over from elementary school. She was always Chief Prosecutor, or Miss Skye. 

She whips her head up so quickly, she’s surprised she doesn’t give herself whiplash. 

“Mr. Armando. Thank you for meeting me.”

She gives off a small smile, not exactly sure how to approach the situation of your exlover’s current lover sitting right in front of you at a table in a coffee shop discussing someone’s death.

Still, she was glad he was here. She needed someone it’s been so long since she was able to speak to anyone. Not even Ema, who was the love of her life could help.

She was trapped, but maybe this would help.

[lanasskye]

Didn’t even realize I hit 300 followers while I was away! That’s awesome! Thank you everybody for your support!! T-T I love you guys!

[kumanaru]

I’ve realized I’ve never posted the full illus for the ace attorney zine- guess I was too distracted with college ;; so here it is!

[lanasskye]

@godct liked for a starter!

Lana never cared for that coffee drinking misogynist. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way. The way he objectified the women, the way he called everyone ‘kitten,’ his constant desire to be seen as the best, all while never seeming to put in as much effort as Mia did. 

Yet, something about him was a bit admirable. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him - no matter how much she wanted to. Dahlia Hawthorne ruined several people’s lives, though Mia Fey’s was the fault that stood out the most. Lana always loved Mia, even after their fling in law school was over and the two went their separate ways, Lana kept in touch with the other woman. She loved Mia, she did. Even if Mia moved on.

She remembered staying up late, comforting her ex-girlfriend, now friend, for the death of her boyfriend. She remembered cursing Dahlia Hawthorne’s name for causing Mia that much pain, and she remembered wanting to hold Mia Fey close, to tell her everything was going to be alright.

And yet, when she wanted to hate Diego Armando the most - for stealing Mia away, for acting the way he did, she felt the most sorry for him. Mia Fey was dead, and when he finally woke from the coma of seven years, she felt sorry for him. She remembered reading about Mia’s death in the newspaper. She remembered the tears falling down her tanned face as she remembered how much the girl meant to her. She remembered pushing Ema away when she needed her sister the most. She remembered how trapped she felt, how alone she truly was.

Yet, she wanted to comfort Diego Armando - Godot now. Let him know how she felt, let him know he wasn’t alone.

Get some closure. 

So she met him, something inside of her shifted, she wanted to meet Mia’s boyfriend, and she wasn’t sure if it was for selfish reasons. Yet she sat, she sat in the small coffee shop at the address the man sent and waited, tapping her short nails against the paper cup.

[lanasskye]

starter call~

[feelinglikeacriminal]

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First Aid Kit || The Lion’s Roar

… and I’m a goddamn coward, but then again, so are you.

[lanasskye]

Oh Lany~? *waves a hand to get her attention* yoohoo~

She would tell him now isn’t a great time, if she actually had control of the situation. But with Damon Gant it was her job to say yes to everything. Ema was more important than her never ending work load.

“How high?” she joked.

[lanasskye]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

To commemorate this beautiful holiday, I wrote a fic about Lana on death row. Because what a better way to show you love a character than to write about them dying? Anyways. Here we are.

[thedamongant]

*JAW’S THEME PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE*

[lanasskye]

[huanli]

Me, Myself and I.

original pic

[lanasskye]

happy lana “kills” bruce goodman day!!

god i’m so excited!

[ttssml]

die for you // starset

[lanasskye]

snackooed:

           she   almost   yelped.  the  girl   hadn’t   expected   lana   to  be  awake   at   such  a   late   hour.   however,   she   didn’t   usually   leave   her   room   when   she   was   like   this.   she   usually   read   until   sleep   accepted   her   into   its   cold   embrace.

          aquamarine   orbs   darted   around   the   room   instinctively,   as   if    she   was   caught   doing   something   she   shouldn’t   be   doing.   slowly,   though,   her   hands   would   calm   from  their   tense   position.   ema   hated   the   way   she   felt   around   her   sister.   not   that,   anything   her   sister   did    made   the   girl   spite   her,   but,   lana   was   her   kin   —-    her   only   relative,   at   that.   she   should   love   her   unconditionally.   and,   she   did,   at   least   —–  she   thought.

           she   loved   lana   —-   so,   why   were  her  hands  still   shaking   ?

           eyelashes   fluttered   back   to   a   more   mundane  gaze.   (   fake   it   until   you   make   it   —-   everything’ll   be   alright.   )   her   hand   willed   the   running   water   to   a   stop,   placing   her   glass   on   the   counter.  a  smile   appeared   on   her   lips,  seemingly   inconspicuous.

           ‘    o   -    oh   !!   lana   !   i   didn’t   see   you   there   —-

                i   was   just   getting   some   water.   ‘

Lana knew Ema hated her. She knew that her little sister, the person who meant the most to her... the only person keeping her alive despised every active fiber of her being. She knew that it was to keep Ema safe, but Ema didn’t. How was Lana supposed to bring that up to her sister? The black mail, the late nights crying under covers until she finally passed out from sheer exhaustion. The loss of a friend. The countless bottles she hid from Ema. The antidepressants. The nightmares. The worry. 

Ema. 

Was Ema okay? Was Ema ever going to be okay? She was just a child, violently flung into a situation she couldn’t control. How was Ema taking all of this? She always wanted to know, but she knew opening up meant she would end up hurting Ema even more. And she wasn’t sure what was worse, the uncertainty, or the pain.

A small smile while she waited for the water to stop. Focusing her breathing. In and out, in and out. Stop shaking, stop crying. Don’t let Ema know you’re hurting.

“O-oh. Okay... How... did you sleep?”

Casual small talk. Let Ema open the conversation. It’s safer.

[wiingeddetective]

She could vividly recall the day she got her notice. How angry she was. How she threw doors open. How she shot people looks of death. How Gant was conveniently busy. Rumors of Lana’s promotion. Not even over mourning his death. She couldn’t recall how much she drank that night. After the closure of the trial, the truth exposed. How Lana must have felt. She would have done the same if she was Lana. That day her perception was tossed on its side. Missed her…Lana had missed her? Her eyes glanced up at her. Surprise echoing from her eyes. She managed a self depreciating smile. “I missed you too. Even if it didn’t seem like it. ”

[lanasskye]

Lana wasn’t sure what to say. Things like this were always awkward, especially with all the black mail, and deception. Angel didn’t know how guilty Lana felt, how much she drowned her sorrows in a bottle every night, all while pretending to be strong for Ema. She didn’t know about how much guilt and pain she felt, knowing that her little sister killed a man, a friend, and no one knew. She felt trapped, and then the truth came out and she felt free, finally. Free from these chains and this heartbreak. Free. 

Finally she could be her old self again, if she was able to find it. It’s been a while.

“It’s understandable, I’d be angry too...” a small pause, eyes shifting between the table and the floor, “I’m sorry.”

[lanasskye]

lchiryu:

   He was going to be fine…everything would be fine even with the law falling apart at the seams; though lucky for him he never followed in his father’s footsteps when it came to being a prosecutor who was known for forging evidence. In this day of law if any lawyer was caught with false evidence they’d be revoked of their badge in no time. But it was okay for him to be expressing these emotions-it was always alright to cry even infront of the strongest of people…so clearly it must be okay to show extreme worry over what the future may hold for the young prosecutor. He took every single word the previous Chief Prosecutor did for granted; she was extremely wise after all…not judging him at all like other adults would by just knowing who his father && or mentor was. Her words were soothing && were able to put him at a bit of an ease. All he had to do was keep these things in mind && maybe things really would be okay after all. The future, no matter how far away it was could look like anything at this point.

   ‘ Thank you…so much Miss Skye. ‘ his words trailed off as he felt his fingers gently gripping around the smooth metal of his baton, dark hues still turned down; ‘ It really means alot to me. ‘ As he continued by saying this was it when he’d bring his eye contact back to the woman behind the glass. He’d do his best to try && muster the gentlest of smiles despite how much his head seemed to be spinning at this point. There was nothing he could do however- he knew soon one day his father would be executed like so many terrible criminals had in the past…but for now he could still stay strong. && this time it was for himself.

She wasn’t sure what to say. What could you say at a time like this? She couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. Sure, she had to pretend to hate Ema for so many years, but that was because she loved her, it was nothing like this.

This was beyond comprehension. She didn’t know how to make him feel okay again. Not even okay, just, safe. 

It would take a long time, but Lana’s been in here for years. Time wasn’t an issue for her. Right now she was worried about him, keeping him safe. It’s who she was, she wanted to keep everyone from the way she had to feel, no matter how much work she had to put in.

“You’re a strong, smart, wonderful young man, Mr. Debeste, and I know you can get through this. You’re going to accomplish wonderful things.”

Nothing in her voice was a cry of pity, or even a simple way to comfort him. She believed every single word she said, and hoped he did too.

[wiingeddetective]

She felt like her heart was in her throat. Her nails scratched the cup in her hands. Her smile lacking from her face. The cough up queen…scared.. It was true. 

“I..I’m sorry I was so quick to snap and judge you. It was wrong.” She swallowed hard. Her pride set aside. “I was so caught up in trying to find the fishy truth behind Neil’s death..I let myself fade to bitterness, anger, and hatred.” 

She pulled her hands from her cup, not wanting to ruin her cup. “I…I was hurt when you..when you turned your back to us. I was bitter that I was fired and you were promoted.” Her arms crossed under her chest, her eyes stared at her cup, avoiding Lana’s eyes. Judgement was what she was afraid of. “I was so mad. It was my dream job..lost to me…” She shook her head. “I….really didn’t ask why….I let my anger talk…for that…I’m sorry.” 

[lanasskye]

Lana could understand why Angel was angry, Lana would be angry too. She wouldn’t think that things would end up the way they, did, hell she didn’t even think Ema was innocent the whole time. Who would have even thought Gant was blackmailing all of them? It seemed like something far too hard to believe, she wouldn’t have taken herself seriously if she knew.

She wasn’t angry, no, but she wished they communicated. Even a little bit. She wished none of this ever happened, that Ema was safe and talking to her again, that Angel wasn’t mad at her, that Jake didn’t blame her, that Neil never died, that she was never blackmailed.

But things happened, it was too late to go back now. And Angel was asking for forgiveness. So she had to let it all go.

“I don’t blame you.” she said it simply, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear, “I would have done the same thing. It’s okay.” a small smile. “I missed you, a lot.”