Supreme_Dae
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Ford Pines makes a discovery. He takes it straight to the top.
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13 Oct 2025
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Your standard "Bill gets dumped on Earth as a last resort for his rehabilitation" story. The Pines have a list of rules for Bill to follow, but little do they know he's working on a list of his own...
Despite that menacing description this will be mostly silly fluff, some angst and eventually smut. -
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This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note
[on hiatus. left off on Mogami arc]
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07 Oct 2025
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just spent like an hour searching for this after losing it a year ago without bookmarking... worth it. can't wait to reread
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"This is what he won't tell Stanley, though he thinks he's starting to suspect—he's smarter than most people give him credit for, Ford included. (He's trying to be better about it.)
That sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling like there's still a tether in his sternum pulling him towards the center of the galaxy. That despite it all, he still struggles to see Bill as Bill, can't connect the muse who promised him the world and the monster who asked for his hand in destroying it. That even when he isn't being pulled into the sun, he doesn't think he could look away if he tried.
That sometimes—most times—he isn't trying."
OR: Stanford pays a visit to his muse.
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17 Sep 2025
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we could live here in this room 'till we die by prasidice
Fandoms: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games)
05 Jul 2024
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Already, it’s wrong. Waking up to an empty cabin, that is; or, more specifically, Kazuma’s absence. Ryunosuke has already gotten used to the steady sound of his breaths; the scratch of his pen on paper; the weight of Kazuma’s gaze on him; the tether of another person, as legs tie him to the ground.
It was all too easy—all too quick—all too natural. As though it hasn’t been a day, but that he’s already passed three months at sea, contained within these four walls. Within Kazuma, you could argue.
It’s not a terrible thing. Save for the ache—the ache—the ache.