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Just reading through one of @theamityelf ‘s posts about a hypoethetical what if Makoto Naegi was somehow in class 77-b’s killing game from the start AU, and my mind jumped to a MOSTLY unrelated idea I keep playing with on and off. One that’s hinged entirely on the fact that Makoto and Nagito share a VA. like I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it commented on, even in jokey, meta heavy settings like UTDP or DRs, but I feel like it HAS to sometimes feel a little surreal for everyone just how much those two sound alike. (And yes, they aren’t the only characters to share a VA, but the fact that they also are made to act as both mirrors and foils to each other specifically has got to make talking to them both at the same time feel really surreal. )

So the scenario that keeps popping into my mind (Spoilers for anyone who somehow hasn’t played all of SDR2, of course):

It’s part way through the sixth trial. The Fake Naegi has already appeared and been dealt with, and the real one has stepped in. Now at this stage, Hajime is BEYOND tired of being jerked around and emotionally messed with, and Junko AI has been doing everything in her power to poke EVEN MORE at his biggest insecurities. Like he’s still not all all over being told he was talentless and everything that happened right after that, but now this GIANT girl appears and is just casually calling him (and everyone else) a bunch of chumps who aren’t even the real main characters. And then along comes the one she considers to be the person who all of this, ALL of this, was REALLY for, the true protag, the one who apparently is responsible for them being in the simulation in the first place?! And he sounds SO MUCH like the person who he has conflicted feelings for at best…the person who would not stop giving him a hard time for being a reserve course student after he found out…the other person who went to incredible extremes for the stated sake of serving a greater good…and this new person ALSO just so happens to have originally had the same talent Nagito has…and he now has the title that Nagito directly said he wanted in his final video/last will and testament…

I picture all of this going through Hajime’s mind, and him eventually just SNAPPING and deciding this has to be another trick. This…this Makoto Naegi HAS to just be Nagito in disguise! Somehow. It’s so obvious. Nagito thought he could fool him again, but look, he even made the fake name an anagram of his own, probably just so he could MOCK him when they worked out the truth. …or was this always his real name after all? Well, whatever the case, he was DONE being fooled.

“Makoto Naegi…Nagito Komaeda?…did you think I wouldn’t spot it?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Said the obvious liar with such wide eyed confused sincerity on his stupidly adorable little face that Hajime felt like slapping him for the sheer audacity of it all. “Hinata-kun, what are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?”

The concern sounded so REAL, and caused such a flood of conflicting emotions in him that Hajime struggled to formulate the next words. “You REALLY think I wouldn’t spot it?” He finally growled out. “ Nagito Komaeda…Makoto Naegi DA. Really, Nagito, ‘I Am Makoto Naegi?’ Just how STUPID do you think…”

“Hey, woah, woah…” the liar flailed for a moment, putting on a show of being caught off guard. “I look…okay, you really aren’t doing okay, and I don’t blame you even a little. The last few days have been hard on us all, but you’ve had the worst of it, haven’t you? Would it help if you sat down? …I…wait what are you…Ack!”

While “Makoto’ had been attempting to placate him in that INSULTING sincere sounding tone, Hajime, having had enough, stepped over his bench and strode across the courtroom, so focused on his goal that he barely felt the distance of the short walk. Once in front of the FRAUD, he reached down, grabbed him by the collar of his STUPID hoodie, and hauled him up to eye level.

“How did you do it? How did you do ALL of this? And how did you make yourself SHORTER?! …and WHY did you think you could get away with this when you BARELY even bothered to change your voice?” He glared into the wide hazel eyes, daring him to deny the obvious, all while barely registering the confused yelling from the rest of the room.

“Man…and here I thought it would take me telling him about the Kamukura project before he broke this bad.” Muttered Junko AI to herself.

——-

Meanwhile, several months earlier, in a different game entirely, Kamaru Naegi was roused from an unplanned, trauma induced three day nap by a familiar voice asking her is she was awake. “…Makoto…?” She said slowly, her brain in a fog. She opened her eyes, to see a tall, gangly figure in…what was UP with that outfit…? Standing a few feet away from her. If she had been more awake, she might have thought it was odd the way his mouth was hanging open, as if he’d just been shocked into silence by something. Or the way his pale face was turning more and more pink. “Makoto…? You look different…when did you get so tall? And…what happened to your hair? … Makoto, what happened to YOU?”

“Ah…um. Well…about that. I’m…I’m incredibly…I’m So so incredibly…I”

She didn’t wait for him to finish his thought, now in command of herself enough to push off the bed, cross the room in two huge steps, and throw her arms around the taller boy (thus cutting his words off entirely). She buried his head in his chest. In between sobs, she managed to somehow say “I…it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me right away….I-I’m just…so glad…you’re here! Makoto…!”

Servant awkwardly patted the sobbing girl on the back with his working hand, his face burning hot as he stared blankly into the middle distance. How on earth was he going to explain this misunderstanding? How on earth was he going to ATONE for the sin of causing such…somehow being mistaken for……how…? And the shameful knot of happiness in his stomach at being compared to HIM of all people…by his own sister? …he made soft indistinct noises of comfort as he continued to awkwardly pat her, knowing that whatever he did, it would have to happen before the children got impatient and came looking for them.

(That’s all I got really. Okay, bye.)

#bardic writes stuff #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komaru naegi #not even sure this really counts as an AU #I mean alternate timeline but #I don’t have any ideas past these scenes #not really #I’m just deeply amused by the idea of Hajme shaking Makoto like a kitten #and demanding he grow back to his proper height #Makoto probably somewhere between halp and hey I’m not THAT short am I?#I wasn’t going to go much past Nagito being too stunned to finish his opening speech from the game #but the idea of Kamaru paralleling Hajime by hugging Nagito popped into my head as I was writing the post and it amused me #Nagito needs to be hugged more often #…Makoto is going to NEED a hug on his end of things #Hajime too #and everyone else in the class #what the hell hugs for everyone

The Grand Appearance of Chibi Luckboy: wait, when did we start ripping off Sailor Moon plots?

“Hinata-kuuuuuuuuuuun!”

Hajime paused mid-step at the sound of THAT GUY’S voice, and sighed. Today had been on track for being a pleasant...dare he say NORMAL sort of day. For a given value of pleasant and normal. At least he hadn’t been dragged into anything weirder than being asked to referee an eating contest between Owari and one of the new kids...a contest that ended with no clear winner after Togami tried to cut in. And then a second, thinner, and very angry looking Togami had shown up, and Hajime had chosen that moment to slip away before things could escalate any further. He’d spent the rest of the lunch period playing games with Nanami in the court yard, and come really really close to winning once! And he’d promised Mioda that he sit in on her practice session after school, that was bound to be interesting. In any case, for almost an entire day, he’d gone almost an entire day without being reminded just how ordinary he was...

That Guy called his name again, louder, and he sighed, before turning to face the razor blade in the candy apple that was his existence at Hope’s Peak, Komaeda Nagito...

Who was currently half leaning on, half wrapped around a much smaller brown haired boy who Hajime had never seen before. He was also waving...or more like flapping his hand vaguely in Hajime’s general direction and smiling in a distinctly off sort of way, even for Komaeda.

“Hinata-kuuuuuuuuun~!” said Komaeda again in a voice that was beginning to sound a bit slurred, waving is hand in a more deliberate, excited sort of way. “You aren’t going to believe this! A miracle happened today...”

The smaller boy yelped a little and staggered a bit to keep his balance. ”Komaeda-senpai, please don’t move around so much...” he begged. “This is hard enough as it is.” Indeed, the more Hajime looked, the more he realized that the smaller boy was probably the only reason Komaeda was on his feet at all.

“I found him!” continued Komaeda, apparently ignoring the struggling underclassman. “My brightest, shiningest hope! Hinata-kun, I found our son!”

“What.” said Hajime. Because what.

“Senpai, please just let me take you to the infirmary.” said the smaller boy, who apparently had enough sense to not pay any real attention to anything Komaeda was saying.

Fanfic Writer Game

First fandom you wrote for? tagged by @gemstonelesbian! I’m not entirely sure why I came to mind for this, but thank you! ^_^

How would you describe your fanfic style?

Sporadic and painfully slow to update! Lol, kidding. Mostly.

I think I tend to shift between dialogue heavy and introspection, and very much lean towards character driven scenarios, or simple character exploration. Outside of that, I’m not entirely sure HOW to describe my style, or if I could be said to have a specific identifiable style that marks my stuff as mine.

What tropes would you never use?

Never say never! Honestly there are a bunch of tropes that I really don’t care for, but most anything that I really hate that much I might at least invoke for the sake of subverting it.

What tropes do you ALWAYS use?

Dunno if there’s any set tropes I use in absolutely everything, but there are definitely things I love. Hurt/Comfort is a big one, but I also love pointless fluff. I am a huge sucker for anything to do with bickering couples, or just odd couples (both romantic and platonic pairs), and I am a huge sucker for a lot of the classic fic romance standbys like ‘there was only one bed’ or the trapped in a room/closet together scenarios. I adore redemption arcs, fix fics, and what if scenarios, too, so tropes that have to do with those tend to find their way into my writing a lot, I think.

Where do you write?

wherever I can get myself to settle down and focus! this usually means my laptop at home, but I’ve also written from my work computer whenever it gets slow, and in the past I’ve done stuff from my kindle while out and about, and I’ve even jotted down rough outlines or notes for stories on my phone.

How many names do you write under? Why?

Just the one! I tend to use the same pseudonym for everything just for simplicity’s sake. Fewer things for me to keep up with, yeah? That said, my oldest (unfinished) published fanfic, assuming the site it’s hosted on still exists, was written under a name I haven’t used since I was a teenager.

What’s your usual rating level?

General to Teen, I think, but I admit I don’t think overly hard about this one. That is, I’m usually not thinking about it until I’m about to post somewhere. Overall, if I do violence, it tends to be short and not overly graphic scenes, I lean more towards suggestiveness over actual sex scenes, and whether or not I use any real swearing is strictly dependent on what characters I’m using and what kind of scenario.

First fandom you wrote for?

OG Voltron, believe it or not! the classic one from the 80s, but I think the oldest thing in my AO3 is a Homestuck one shot.

How long did you read fics before you started writing them?

A few years before I started that Voltron fic which I ended up abandoning. it was several years after that before I did anything else for anything, at least anything that I bothered posting anywhere.

Do you usually write chapter fics or one shots?

it depends! I know I’m more likely to POST one shots, but at any given time, I always have multiple multi-chapter things in various stages of progress.

Your fandoms:

Ace Attorney, always, Left 4 Dead (or rather, Respect a Woman, Zarla’s genderbend AU of L4D), and, recently, I’ve had some Danganronpa things I’ve been picking at on and off. I also have a super self indulgent Undertale thing squirreled away somewhere, but lord knows if I’ll ever pull that one out and do anything with it.

(Mind, of course, I’m defining this all strictly by like...what I feel compelled to write for. there are many many fandoms I LOVE that I’ve never felt the push to make content for, but I still feel like they are my fandoms, if that makes any sense.)

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Not tagging anyone for this, anyone who follows me who sees this is free to take a stab at it if they feel so inclined! ^o^

#Bardic Writes Stuff #No I am not telling you what the old Voltron fic was called #or what site it was on #or what my embarassing old internet name was #You can probably find it if you are determined enough but you'll get no help from me #Most of my stuff is on AO3 but I also have things squirreled away on my old LJ which I don't have anywhere else #and a few things on my old Devart #and with both of those places I just go by Bardic Feline so easy enough to find that #oh hey look Bardic's posting must be a blue moon

Since I haven’t shared it here yet: the Christmas Sketch @zarla-s made for me this year! I asked her for Juan Corrida and Klavier Gavin in ugly Christmas sweaters.

and just for the hell of it, I’m going to include the silly response fic I wrote as a reply to this. I apologize in advance for this fluffy nonsense:

Being the ROCKSTAR GODS that they were, naturally, Klavier and Juan had an abundance of invites to holiday parties that year, from the most powerful movers and shakers of the legal world to the most A-list of Hollywood elite. Producers, publishers, actors, singers, CEOs, politicians...all of them clamored to have the darling of both the legal world and the music world and famous former actor/reformed criminal turned singer/songwriter genius who was his bandmate. The world was their oyster! And yet...somehow... "I dunno, Klav...I'm still not up for a lot of big shindigs." Juan rubbed the back of his neck. "Still feels weird not being out of the public eye, you know?" "We played a packed stadium last night, Herr Ninja. Are you honestly claiming to be so very shy?" Klavier bumped him playfully, and gave him his most winning pout. "And surely you realize we have an obligation to our fans? Think of the weeping fangirls if we do not put in appearances! Do you truly wish to break their hearts?" "Ugggh...okay we'll hit up a couple of the big ones...and you're not gonna break my heart if you wanna go to some of them without, me, just saying...oh stop it with the scandalized look, we both know you're the one they really wanna see...but can we break it up with some low key stuff?" "Such as?" "Bad movie night at home? Christmas dinner at my parents? My sisters have been bugging me to introduce you to them, you wouldn't want to break THEIR little fangirl hearts, would you? And Nick said something about an ugly Christmas sweater thing at the WAA tonight. It's just gonna be them and some close friends. And Trucy said something about wanting to test out some new tricks on us, so like...exclusive first viewing?" "Hmmm..." Klavier pretended to consider it. "I dunno..." "Come on, it's gonna be like...Will and Maya...I never get to see them anymore. And Kay'll never let me live it down. Do you REALLY wanna go to that producer's party? Need I remind you that this is the same guy who keeps tryin' to squeeze your ass every time he shows up at one of our things." He looked up at Klavier pleadingly. "Come ooooon, Klavito." "Hmmmm..You make a compelling argument. And this WILL mean seeing Herr Forehead in hideous knitwear..." "That's the spirit!"

So that's how he found himself, some hours later, sitting on Herr Wright's worn red couch, half listening to Fraulein Thief chatter animatedly with Fraulein Detective (who looked far more cheerful than he'd ever remembered seeing her be...and he wasn't sure it was entirely due to the numerous glasses of eggnog she'd consumed.) Herr Forehead and Herr Wright were helping Fraulein Magician push her props to a less obtrusive side of the room...her semi-private show really had been quite spectacular (they really needed to remember to book her to do the special effects for a future showing...maybe. He wasn't 100% over the Guitar's Serenade incident.) The Frauleins Fey were talking to Herr Powers, trying to get the gentle giant to spill some details about the upcoming Steel Samurai reboot, while Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth sat nearby with a glass of mulled wine, blatantly pretending to not be interested in their discussion. As per usual, Herr Gumshoe was eagerly dancing to his attendance...an endearing sight, really. The two of them had been married for years now, and the big Detective still acted like they did back when they were secretly dating...and as for Juan... Klavier smiled gently at his goofy boyfriend, who was gently snoring next to him. Somewhere during a screening of A Christmas story, not long after a round of Christmas carols and veritable buffet of rich party food, Juan had quietly nodded off, totally relaxed and comfortable in the homey environment of the agency. Somehow, the silly straw reed he always had in his mouth was still firmly affixed to his lower lip. Such an adorable doofus...was it any wonder he'd fallen for him? "Prosecutor Gavin?" came Fraulein Magician's soft voice. She held out a mug to him...from the smell of it, another mug of excellent mulled cider, which he accepted gratefully. (Herr Ninja had stuck to unadulterated hot cocoa for the evening...and somehow he was the one who'd fallen asleep, bless him.) To think, this time last year, he was at a red carpet event with Daryan and the rest of the Gavinners. He remembered enjoying the attention, the glamour...but he could never have claimed to have felt this at ease or at home.

"Thank you, Fraulein." He said softly. "No, thank YOU!" she said with a quiet giggle. "We know you could have gone somewhere far more glamorous tonight. It's been so much fun to have you both here!" "It was our pleasure, Fraulein." He was quietly surprised to realize he meant it. "When is the official public debut of your new acts from tonight, by the way? I want to make sure to reserve tickets." She grinned. "You really liked it? You think the new tricks are ready?" "More than ready, Fraulein." She giggled and gave him a quick hug before slipping off to sit with the younger Fey girl. Nursing his warm drink, Klavier turned towards Juan again. The silly red and white sweater he wore...chosen to compliment the green one he himself wore...looked remarkably good on him. (and Klavier had to admit, they were very comfortable. He would never admit this out loud, but this was a lot more fun than wearing their more confining formal wear. And seeing what everyone else had worn that night was more entertaining than he ever would have guessed.) The ever-present reed was drooping a bit more now...smirking, Klavier reached out and plucked it from his mouth, and put it between his own teeth. An indirect kiss, heh... He carefully took another sip of his drink, wondering quietly how Juan managed to do this with the reed in his mouth. It was trickier than it looked. Placing the drink down on the coffee table in front of him, he leaned back and curled into Juan's side...Juan grunting quietly and moving to put his arm around Klavier without even opening his eyes. As Klavier knew he would. Pushing his head under Juan's chin, he smiled as he watched the older Fey girl change the channel to the Steel Samurai Christmas special...a move that cause Herr Powers to blush and mumble. Maybe a low-key evening wasn't so bad, every now and then. Heh...perhaps he'd agree to go to the Corrida family Christmas dinner after all... He nodded off right there, with Juan's strong arm arm around him, lulled by the sound of the Steel Samurai themed (remixed with Christmas chimes) and the soft chatter of makeshift family.

#zarla-s #Bardic Writes Stuff #ace attorney #juan corrida #Klavier Gavin #Klavier/Juan #I still don't have a ship name for them #I like my pairings like I like my steaks: rare #why did I end up falling for the ultimate crack pair anyway?#More character mentions in this silly fic than I want to name

Jammin Nyanja, yeaaaah~!

This is just a doofy, short, hastily written fic I dreamed up while fiddling around with Neko Atsume. I suddenly got the mental image of a kitty in a JN outfit, and just HAD to do something with it.

Also, I haven’t written a stupid Juan Corrida fic in a while. I had to remedy that.

Adrian can’t BELIEVE this bullshit.

..............

Just how petty could Juan Corrida’s stupid little revenge attempts against Matt Engarde GET? Adrian had yet to see an upper limit. And what he was doing right now…it defied logic. it was the kind of thing that she once would have thought could only be dreamed up and implemented by someone who had far too much free time on his hands, but Juan…Juan was an actor with a full time gig, who also wrote almost all the music for his own show…which required a LOT of music, and frankly, he was ALWAYS busy. Add to that the fact that he no longer had a manager to help him organize everything…she frowned and shook her head. No time to dwell on that. Anyway, in spite of all of that…he actually made time…carved it out of his jam packed schedule…JUST to mess with Matt Engarde.

It was all so childish!

“Hey, Adri, pass me another tuna treat, Shoe’s getting restless again, and I’m almost done dressing her.”

Adrian sighed and did as he asked. “This is so stupid. Why are you doing it again?”

“Because it’s hilarious? Engarde is going to flip when she sees her.” Shoe head butted Juan’s hand and batted at the air lazily, as if beckoning the actor to give her another treat. Otherwise, she continued to lay there like a fat happy blob, content to let Juan do whatever ridiculous thing he wanted to, so long as he wasn’t actually hurting her.

And he honestly wasn’t. As annoyed as Adrian was at the moment, she had to admit, this was one of the most harmless things Juan had ever done to get to Matt. And it WAS funny…and admittedly, kind of cute…not that she was ever going to tell Juan that.

“that’s debatable. and I fail to see why I had to be involved.” Adrian said, rolling her eyes. “We both know you have a key to Matt’s house, you really didn’t need me to let you in.”

“Oh come on, Adri, like you didn’t want to be involved. You wanna mess with him as much as I do…and, in your own words, you had to come along to make sure I didn’t ‘get up to anything else’ while I’m here.”

“Why did you feel the need to tell me about it ahead of time, anyway?” snapped Adrian, not willing to let the point go.

“Because I was trying to make you laugh!” Juan frowned a bit as he scratched Shoe under the chin. The cat leaned into his hand and purred louder. “I know things have been rough on you, Adri…if all I can do is find SOMETHING that makes you smile, even a little, I’m gonna do it. It’s…it’s what she would have wanted.”

They lapsed into silence, Juan continuing to pet and dress Shoe while Adrian turned to wipe some unwanted tears from her eyes. Honestly, she hated how sincere he sounded when he said stuff like that. And she hated, hated, hated how no matter how else she felt, she still couldn’t bring herself to fully hate him. Why couldn’t he just ALWAYS be the monster she knew him to be?

After a moment, Juan cleared his throat, sounding the tiniest bit choked up himself, but otherwise maintaining a bright tone. “And there were go! I present to you…the Jammin Nyanja!”

Adrian snorted, unable to hold back the laugh. “Juan, you are awful, and you should be ashamed of that pun.”

“But I’m not! So what do you think?”

She snorted again. The tiny, kitty sized costume was a near perfect replica of the Jammin Ninja costume, albeit modified in places to be comfortable for a cat: Nothing over Shoe’s eyes, mouth, or nose, no gloves or paw coverings, a light, scaly looking fabric instead of mesh, the golden shuriken was made of felt decorated with shiny fabric paint instead of metal, and, of course, there was a tail hole. It looked expertly crafted, because it WAS. He’d even had a tiny, cat-sized toy red guitar made for this. Adrian didn’t want to think how much Juan must have spent getting this stupid thing made, or the fact that he’d clearly taken time to get accurate measurements for Shoe when ordering the stupid thing from whoever he asked to make it. It fit the kitty like a glove. Though Adrian was sure Shoe wouldn’t have minded if it hadn’t…she was the most amiable little kitty she had ever met in her entire life. “This is so pointless.”

Juan ignored her, snapping pictures of the cat with his phone, and using the treats to gently encourage Shoe to pose a bit for the camera. Adrian couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. She slipped her own phone out and snapped a few quick shots.

After a few more minutes of this, she finally said “ Are you done, yet? We both need to get back to our actual jobs.”

“Juuuust a moment…” he snapped one more shot of Shoe, now curled around the red guitar, before propping a note for Matt (no doubt full of childish taunts and insults) against Shoe’s paws, before he stood up and dusted his legs off. “Okay now I’m done.”

“You are ridiculous.”

As they walked outside, Adrian couldn’t quite stop herself from asking “So..was that all you were going to do? Dress his cat up to look like you?”

“Mmmm…no. I was also thinking about making a blog. Put it up under a different name. Call it t like ‘Jammin Nyanja, eff yeah’ or something.”

Adrian snorted involuntarily again, and Juan grinned. “That is SO STUPID, Juan!”

“I’ll make it so people can submit pictures of their own little Jammin Nyanjas if they want. Or just ninja kitties in general. Heheh, maybe I can encourage them to do little princess Misola or muramachi five kitties too?” He laughed. “Purr-rincess Misola and the Muurrr-o-machi five?”

“Juan, ugh, stop, that’s awful.”

“It would be so cute!” his grin turned into a smirk. “and it would drive Engarde NUTS. I’ll even make Shoe the header photo! the face of the blog.”

“So childish…well, if you do this, don’t expect ME to help you put together a blog.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to!”

Ultimately, she ended up helping him put together the blog. Matt’s reaction was priceless.

#Bardic Writes Stuff #Ace Attorney #Juan Corrida #Adrian Andrews #Shoe the Cat #this is so stupid #I apologize for polluting all of these tags with this nonsense.#I'm sorry #...but not that sorry.

Right...I'm going to take a stab at doing this whole NaNo thing this year. To that end...I'm just going to write a fanfic that's been bouncing around my brain for the last few months. Using the soul mark tattoo meme as a basis for it.

And to show that I'm going to make a good faith effort this time, I've already written close to 2,500 badly edited and ill considered words today!

Only now I have to pack up and drive home and afdsafdsafdasf I hate hate driving when I have a writing mojo going arrgh. OH WELL.

The working title of this fic, if anyone is interested, is "My Soul Tattoo is Full of Ellipses".

#Nanowrimo #Bardic Writes Stuff

Oh shit I'm actually using this thing for it's intended purpose of cross-posting from my LJ!

First off: I Finally managed to get my hands on a used 3DS! So anyone who wants to bug me in Animal Crossing, my Friend's code is 2165-5272-7532. Next, guess who's been writing again? Today I'm going to give you one microficlet (Juan and Smoker, of all people...pre-breakup, pre-infection) , a weird kind of fluffy thing with Juan and Sha (I guess you can view this one in a kind of shippy light in which case oh god how did this become a pairing), and a WIP NightVale crossover thing! As per usual with me, expect lots of rough, first draftiness!

May contain minor-ish spoilers for Night Vale. Nothing earth shattering, but It probably doesn't hurt to give a warning.

Those of you unfamiliar with the ladyverse or my character, see previous entries under the #Bardic Writes Stuff and #Bardic Draws Stuff tags.

Night Vale and Night Vale characters (c) Common Place books. (remember to support them if you like the podcast!)

Lady Smoker, Lady Hunter, and Juan (c) Zarla

Lady Charger and Lady Jockey (c) Jazaaboo/Portax (remember to vote for her squishable delphinus!)

L4D games (c) Valve

Sha (c) Me as if anyone would actually want to steal him

#Bardic Writes Stuff #ladyverse #respect a woman #Respect a woman: Curetown edition #lady hunter #Lady Smoker #Lady Jockey #Lady Charger #preinfection #lady zombies #RAWverse Juan #Sha Dache #Night Vale crossover

A Short Silly Ace Attorney ficlet

Fandom: Ace Attorney (case 2-4)

Characters; Juan and Adrian

Genre: genfic

Warnings: None, really (unless you count the fact that I wrote this really quickly, and can only GUESS at what Juan's speech patterns might have been like)

(Frankly, I kinda got the impression that Juan was a bit of a doof...I mean, he agreed to let them include a BEAR TRAINING MONTAGE into his biography, and was apparently obsessed with tomato juice.)

Summary: If you look, Juan has a bread maker in his hotel room. Adrian is quietly weirded out.

Adrian paused in the door of the hotel room, momentarily startled into stillness by the yeasty smell of baking bread.

"Adrian, babe, good to see ya!" Said Juan cheerfully from his seat at the makeup table, where he was busily getting himself ready for the upcoming stage show. "You managed to get actually get away from that douchebag for a bit, huh?"

She nodded absentmindedly at this, and continued to glance around the luxurious hotel room. It was, she couldn't help notice, already filling up with bear toys of all shapes and sizes, including an alarmingly large one in the corner that bore more resemblance to a taxidermic animal than a cuddly plush toy. Looking further, she raised her eyebrow at the sheer amount of STUFF Juan had brought with him...notebook computer, calculator, hair dryer...a small army of electronic knicknacks. Good GRIEF and I thought Matt had overpacked for this thing. She thought. They do realize this is only going to be an overnight stay, don't they?

Adrian continued to look for the source of the smell, only half-listening to Juan as he babbled on about his fans, the Grand Prix, the amount of stuff people were sending him, the way that he was TOTALLY GOING TO KICK THAT DOUCHEBAG MATT'S BUTT THIS TIME no really Engarde was SO going down this time Adrian you just watch TOTALLY GOING DOWN one way or another JUAN'S HOUR WOULD COME, only making small comments and noises of agreement when he paused long enough for her to get a word in edgewise. (There really was no point talking to him when he was like this.)

Finally, she spotted it. Sitting behind a bear-laden chair, not far from his overflowing suitcase, a small white mechanical box sat, steaming gently and giving off a warm, yeasty smell.

"Juan?"

"Yeah?" He said, finally pausing in the middle of his latest Engarde related rant.

"Juan...did you REALLY bring a bread maker with you on for an overnight stay in a hotel room."

"Well, yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

Adrian could think of about a dozen VERY sensible reasons why normal people don't bring breadmakers along on short trips, starting with the concept of packing only necessary items and finishing with the fact that Juan was a NATIONALLY RECOGNIZED CELEBRITY who could have fresh bread brought to his room at any time. This sensible list died on her lips in the face of the realization that she was talking to someone who would require a small moving truck just to get all of his fan presents home. Practicality was for other people when it came to action stars.

"Hey, I think that loaf should be just about ready...you want a slice?" He said, tying his scarf. "I'd have some, but...well, you know how tense I get right before a show and all..."

She sighed, and went over to help him adjust his costume. "I'm good for now, I think."

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