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CALL ME OUT (2022 EDITION)
Oct. 21st, 2022 03:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ziskandraHowdy friends! Asha here, dipping their toe back into the waters of DWRP.
Please feel free to peruse my updated muselist, and call upon a character while tagging in with whatever starter pleases you. I will take anything from the most basic and innocent of lost number texts, to mid-action smut; the heart wants what the heart wants!
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Without any further ado —
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Please feel free to peruse my updated muselist, and call upon a character while tagging in with whatever starter pleases you. I will take anything from the most basic and innocent of lost number texts, to mid-action smut; the heart wants what the heart wants!
I'm happy to match on format/tense, and if you'd prefer to plan something out in advance, that's also cool with me. You can contact me at
Without any further ado —
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INTERVIEW WITH A FILBORG
Aug. 5th, 2020 07:34 pmquickquotes (( Continued from here. ))
( Rita was expecting to be repulsed by the furry handshake, but it's not as disconcerting as she had anticipated. Certainly, the transfer of Chroma goes a long way to making the interaction more appealing. Reveling in the warmth of the contact a smidgen longer than she ordinarily would, she settles back down in her seat as she turns her own attention to the menus. She's about to make her suggestion when the beetle crawls out from the staff.
She does her best to hide her expression of surprise, although she blinks quickly several times before re-affixing her usual pleasant too-sweet smile to her face. Just how many beetles did he have on him, she wondered? Maybe it would be even easier than usual for her to blend in if she decided to follow his movements at a later date. )
Of course! There'll be plenty to go around.
( And just how much could those little bugs eat, anyway? )
I was thinking of getting us a pound cake, how does that sound? ( There's barely a pause before she barrels onto her next question. )
What sort of tea would you like?
( Rita was expecting to be repulsed by the furry handshake, but it's not as disconcerting as she had anticipated. Certainly, the transfer of Chroma goes a long way to making the interaction more appealing. Reveling in the warmth of the contact a smidgen longer than she ordinarily would, she settles back down in her seat as she turns her own attention to the menus. She's about to make her suggestion when the beetle crawls out from the staff.
She does her best to hide her expression of surprise, although she blinks quickly several times before re-affixing her usual pleasant too-sweet smile to her face. Just how many beetles did he have on him, she wondered? Maybe it would be even easier than usual for her to blend in if she decided to follow his movements at a later date. )
Of course! There'll be plenty to go around.
( And just how much could those little bugs eat, anyway? )
I was thinking of getting us a pound cake, how does that sound? ( There's barely a pause before she barrels onto her next question. )
What sort of tea would you like?
bratworthEagle Mountain.
Ever since the way his debut trial had ended, there was something in the air that constantly compelled him to return to the area. It wasn't just the bitter chill, which was nonetheless refreshing. It was the lure of a mystery, an unsolved case, an itch at the back of his mind that he could not scratch.
The truth of the matter is, Miles Edgeworth is no idiot. And even though he should be satisfied that another murderer was off the streets, as his mentor was so fond of reminding him, the events towards the end of that fateful day left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Edgeworth's only regret should be that he did not get Fawles his guilty verdict sooner. And yet, there are so many doubts that plague his mind.
His most recent search of the area had uncovered no new leads, and his investigation ended in much the same vein as those prior, with Edgeworth standing on the Dusky Bridge, hands gripping the rope of the railing, staring deep into the depths of the river wondering what it would take to jump in the water below.
To jump and leave one's old life behind, just like Mia Fey alleged that Dahlia Hawthorne had done.
Ever since the way his debut trial had ended, there was something in the air that constantly compelled him to return to the area. It wasn't just the bitter chill, which was nonetheless refreshing. It was the lure of a mystery, an unsolved case, an itch at the back of his mind that he could not scratch.
The truth of the matter is, Miles Edgeworth is no idiot. And even though he should be satisfied that another murderer was off the streets, as his mentor was so fond of reminding him, the events towards the end of that fateful day left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Edgeworth's only regret should be that he did not get Fawles his guilty verdict sooner. And yet, there are so many doubts that plague his mind.
His most recent search of the area had uncovered no new leads, and his investigation ended in much the same vein as those prior, with Edgeworth standing on the Dusky Bridge, hands gripping the rope of the railing, staring deep into the depths of the river wondering what it would take to jump in the water below.
To jump and leave one's old life behind, just like Mia Fey alleged that Dahlia Hawthorne had done.
THE ONE IN WHICH THERE ARE DELAYS
Oct. 14th, 2019 11:32 amlogically ( Edgeworth is no stranger to flight delays, considering the frequency with which he travels. Therefore, it is frustrating but unsurprising when he finds himself stuck in the terminal, listlessly browsing the shelves of a bookstore just to pass the time. At least no-one's been murdered, as far as he's aware.
He's all caught up on his work for once and has nothing to do and no-one to talk to...
... until he sees a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.
His mentor's daughter, almost vibrating with her trademark barely-repressed anger. Despite her propensity towards violence, Edgeworth's spirits are nonetheless brightened by the sight of her. With more of a spring in his step than the situation truly entails, he approaches Franziska with a trace of a smirk on his face. )
Franziska von Karma.
( It can be fun to tease her mannerisms sometimes. Certainly, it will probably get him whipped, but that's not anything he can't handle. )
He's all caught up on his work for once and has nothing to do and no-one to talk to...
... until he sees a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.
His mentor's daughter, almost vibrating with her trademark barely-repressed anger. Despite her propensity towards violence, Edgeworth's spirits are nonetheless brightened by the sight of her. With more of a spring in his step than the situation truly entails, he approaches Franziska with a trace of a smirk on his face. )
Franziska von Karma.
( It can be fun to tease her mannerisms sometimes. Certainly, it will probably get him whipped, but that's not anything he can't handle. )
THE ONE IN WHICH THERE ARE FRIENDS
Feb. 16th, 2019 04:53 pmbratziskaFranziska von Karma was seething. Not only had she been temporarily pulled away from her own burgeoning career in Germany, she hadn't even been provided a proper reason for the occurrence. Her father had simply given her some codswallop about it being 'beneficial for her learning', which Franziska had immediately dismissed, because since when had he cared about such matters, insofar as they related to her? She'd passed the bar on her own terms, hadn't she, with barely a nod of acknowledgement from Papa?
And when she'd interrogated Miles Edgeworth on the matter he had simply smiled one of his enigmatic smiles and... to be honest, Franziska didn't really remember what he'd said. Just that she hadn't cared for it, didn't want to listen, and that she was furious.
Whatever. They were both out of the house today and that meant Franziska could do whatever she wanted. It was decadent and leisurely, but she had decided to go to the beach; it would be fine as long as her father and brother did not find out, and she was sure they would not, because it would require them to be paying attention. And why would they? They were busy, busy in way Franziska could not be, and she hated that too.
Swimwear. Sunscreen. Hat. Lunch. She had everything she needed.
It would be a long walk, but Franziska was determined.
And when she'd interrogated Miles Edgeworth on the matter he had simply smiled one of his enigmatic smiles and... to be honest, Franziska didn't really remember what he'd said. Just that she hadn't cared for it, didn't want to listen, and that she was furious.
Whatever. They were both out of the house today and that meant Franziska could do whatever she wanted. It was decadent and leisurely, but she had decided to go to the beach; it would be fine as long as her father and brother did not find out, and she was sure they would not, because it would require them to be paying attention. And why would they? They were busy, busy in way Franziska could not be, and she hated that too.
Swimwear. Sunscreen. Hat. Lunch. She had everything she needed.
It would be a long walk, but Franziska was determined.
THE ONE WHERE AN APOLOGY IS ISSUED
Feb. 16th, 2019 04:23 pmwhippingsFranziska sighed as she lowered her phone. This was the place where she'd arranged to meet with Scruffy: a small cafe not far from the district courthouse. It had been some years since she'd last been to Los Angeles as her work now took her all over the world. More consultant than lawyer these days, Franziska could not help but have a certain nostalgia for those years past, even if she had been younger and angrier back then.
Time had changed her. Not for the better or the worse; she was just... different, now, or at least that was how she liked to think about it.
She had been seated at a small table with a sensible floral arrangement placed in a vase at the centre. Franziska had always despised those places that never left enough room for one to comfortably peruse the menu. What did she feel like drinking? Was this a situation that called for coffee, or for something stronger?
Franziska's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Time had changed her. Not for the better or the worse; she was just... different, now, or at least that was how she liked to think about it.
She had been seated at a small table with a sensible floral arrangement placed in a vase at the centre. Franziska had always despised those places that never left enough room for one to comfortably peruse the menu. What did she feel like drinking? Was this a situation that called for coffee, or for something stronger?
Franziska's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
THE ONE WITH A MEET CUTE IN THE BAR
Dec. 22nd, 2016 06:49 pmonholdKarina doesn't usually linger after her set's complete. It's not that she doesn't want to support her fellow artists, it's that she just doesn't have the time. Turns out that have a triple-life doesn't get any less exhausting, even once you've graduated high school. Tonight, though, she has a rare reprieve; no new planned promotions with Blue Rose are on the cards, everything's either already been done or isn't going to start until after the New Year. Thus, Karina breaks her routine.
She lingers.
It hasn't been too long since she's been legally allowed to drink, and she's still working out her favourites. By the time she's nursing a gin and tonic over at the bar, the next singer is ascending to the stage. A small part of her thinks it will be good to see what the competition is doing. A larger, now more honest part of herself just wants to kick back and enjoy the show.
She lingers.
It hasn't been too long since she's been legally allowed to drink, and she's still working out her favourites. By the time she's nursing a gin and tonic over at the bar, the next singer is ascending to the stage. A small part of her thinks it will be good to see what the competition is doing. A larger, now more honest part of herself just wants to kick back and enjoy the show.
logicallyThe last stop in the family's vacation is a resort on the North Sea in Germany; soon, they will all return to the States, and life will go back to normal. The thought brings relief, but Edgeworth is still yet to process it. Perhaps some time at the beach will help? He doubts it. Even though he's still wearing his shoes, he swears he can feel the sand between his toes. God, when was the last time he'd been to the beach?
Still, at least Gregoria seems to be enjoying herself. That's as much as he can hope for. Some days, he is still overwhelmed by the surge of affection he feels when he looks at his daughter (his daughter). Already dressed in her swimsuit and a sun hat, she runs ahead of her mother before pulling up in front of Edgeworth and performing a polite little bow.
"Dad? Please help me build a sandcastle."
The look Edgeworth throws over Gregoria's head can only be described as stricken panic.
Integra, dear, darling...
... save him?
Still, at least Gregoria seems to be enjoying herself. That's as much as he can hope for. Some days, he is still overwhelmed by the surge of affection he feels when he looks at his daughter (his daughter). Already dressed in her swimsuit and a sun hat, she runs ahead of her mother before pulling up in front of Edgeworth and performing a polite little bow.
"Dad? Please help me build a sandcastle."
The look Edgeworth throws over Gregoria's head can only be described as stricken panic.
Integra, dear, darling...
... save him?