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gwyneddPost the first lines of fics you have yet to finish. (blatantly stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soodonim)
&%&[A letter, delivered to St. Binah and received by one Colonel Jade Curtiss upon his arrival.
The letter is a single sheet of thick, baby-blue parchment with white edging. It is folded into 3rds and sealed with the Imperial Crest of Malkuth, imprinted in pale gold wax.]
-From "A Correspondence Devoutly to be Missed." (title tentative), in which the plot of ToA - though not all of it - is retold through a series of letters sent between Jade and Emperor Peony. Will probably have Jade/Guy undertones. P.S. Peony is Shoebox!Sirius reborn. Or something.
&%&When Phoenix heard the door lock shut behind him, he froze. Frantically, he grabbed the handle again and jiggled it violently, but to no avail.
-Ha, like most of my PW/GS stuff, no title for this woo. It's the whole Phoenix-and-Miles-get-locked-in-a-file-closet thing, which is surprisingly non-abused in the PW fandom. I've not decided if it will be actual slash, or just loads of snark. Lulz either way, really.
&%&Phoenix looked up briefly over his paper as the door clicked open. His stomach gave a funny little flip and he set his coffee down.
"....Edgeworth." He said, feigning lightness.
-This may not seem like it, but it's the first line to a super-huge-gigantic plot!fic of epic wtf. It will be E/P (or P/E, whatever) eventually, but there's prolly gonna be more plot and action/adventure than porn. I plan for romance, though, and body guard!Phoenix. We'll see.
&%&He was made of marble, hard and smooth and cold as the earth and wholly luminescent in his perfection. There was no doubt as to his composition when he walked into the courtroom. He stood ever solid, ever immovable, content to let the waves of lesser opposition crash over him. Storms raged, yet he was the eye overseeing the chaos from a lofty air, protected in the knowledge that the futile weatherings of his opponents would do naught but sand away his roughed shell and reveal more of his omnipotent nature. The battles refined him, removed the chaff, and never did an inky flaw appear.
-OK, so that was a bit more than a line. Whatever. It's all I've got, so there. This came to me yesterday - it will be an analysis of the (mostly platonic) relationship between Phoenix and Edgeworth, with the extended metaphor of Edgeworth as a block of marble and Phoenix as the hammer and chisel that not only cracks his perfect exterior to reveal actual flaws, but also reshapes him entirely. *shrug* It sounded cool at the time, and I'm tenacious. We'll see.
~*~Nebbie darling, I'd recommend not reading below this line, as the next fic listed is your present. :D~*~
&%&November 14, 20XX
L.A.P.D.
Room 12A
Tape 1 -
My name is Phoenix Wright, attorney-at-law. I was called in by the police department two months ago, and asked to take on the rather non-kosher job of undercover work. For obvious reasons, I was to impersonate former loan shark Furio "Don" Tigre and use his name to wheedle my way in to the clutches of suspec- real - though the danger they present is debatable - mafia contacts.
I would like to take this opportunity to point out that "contacts" does not just mean shady dealers of information, but also includes hit-men, drug lords, weapon dealers, black market traders, and men who are terrible at playing poker. The P.D. needs better word-people.
...I'd prefer it if you didn't glare at me like that, Officer. "Contacts" was not a good descriptor word, and the defense will rest at that.
-Ha ha, waaaaaaay more than just the first line, but I couldn't pick a better place to stop. Neb wanted mafia hijinks, and she will get them! As Phoenix is internally rather dry and witty, and eventually turns into Hobojerk, I feel justified writing snarky S.O.B.!Phoenix. Plus it's just loads of fun~
HOPEFULLY NOW I'LL FINISH SOMETHING JEEZE.
soodonim)&%&[A letter, delivered to St. Binah and received by one Colonel Jade Curtiss upon his arrival.
The letter is a single sheet of thick, baby-blue parchment with white edging. It is folded into 3rds and sealed with the Imperial Crest of Malkuth, imprinted in pale gold wax.]
-From "A Correspondence Devoutly to be Missed." (title tentative), in which the plot of ToA - though not all of it - is retold through a series of letters sent between Jade and Emperor Peony. Will probably have Jade/Guy undertones. P.S. Peony is Shoebox!Sirius reborn. Or something.
&%&When Phoenix heard the door lock shut behind him, he froze. Frantically, he grabbed the handle again and jiggled it violently, but to no avail.
-Ha, like most of my PW/GS stuff, no title for this woo. It's the whole Phoenix-and-Miles-get-locked-in-a-file-closet thing, which is surprisingly non-abused in the PW fandom. I've not decided if it will be actual slash, or just loads of snark. Lulz either way, really.
&%&Phoenix looked up briefly over his paper as the door clicked open. His stomach gave a funny little flip and he set his coffee down.
"....Edgeworth." He said, feigning lightness.
-This may not seem like it, but it's the first line to a super-huge-gigantic plot!fic of epic wtf. It will be E/P (or P/E, whatever) eventually, but there's prolly gonna be more plot and action/adventure than porn. I plan for romance, though, and body guard!Phoenix. We'll see.
&%&He was made of marble, hard and smooth and cold as the earth and wholly luminescent in his perfection. There was no doubt as to his composition when he walked into the courtroom. He stood ever solid, ever immovable, content to let the waves of lesser opposition crash over him. Storms raged, yet he was the eye overseeing the chaos from a lofty air, protected in the knowledge that the futile weatherings of his opponents would do naught but sand away his roughed shell and reveal more of his omnipotent nature. The battles refined him, removed the chaff, and never did an inky flaw appear.
-OK, so that was a bit more than a line. Whatever. It's all I've got, so there. This came to me yesterday - it will be an analysis of the (mostly platonic) relationship between Phoenix and Edgeworth, with the extended metaphor of Edgeworth as a block of marble and Phoenix as the hammer and chisel that not only cracks his perfect exterior to reveal actual flaws, but also reshapes him entirely. *shrug* It sounded cool at the time, and I'm tenacious. We'll see.
~*~Nebbie darling, I'd recommend not reading below this line, as the next fic listed is your present. :D~*~
&%&November 14, 20XX
L.A.P.D.
Room 12A
Tape 1 -
My name is Phoenix Wright, attorney-at-law. I was called in by the police department two months ago, and asked to take on the rather non-kosher job of undercover work. For obvious reasons, I was to impersonate former loan shark Furio "Don" Tigre and use his name to wheedle my way in to the clutches of suspec- real - though the danger they present is debatable - mafia contacts.
I would like to take this opportunity to point out that "contacts" does not just mean shady dealers of information, but also includes hit-men, drug lords, weapon dealers, black market traders, and men who are terrible at playing poker. The P.D. needs better word-people.
...I'd prefer it if you didn't glare at me like that, Officer. "Contacts" was not a good descriptor word, and the defense will rest at that.
-Ha ha, waaaaaaay more than just the first line, but I couldn't pick a better place to stop. Neb wanted mafia hijinks, and she will get them! As Phoenix is internally rather dry and witty, and eventually turns into Hobojerk, I feel justified writing snarky S.O.B.!Phoenix. Plus it's just loads of fun~
HOPEFULLY NOW I'LL FINISH SOMETHING JEEZE.
