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Hello and Hap'piraki!

I hope the news of a new Mod of askaceattorney wasn’t too much of a shock, because as of today, there will be two!

That’s right!  I am the second new Mod, who will be working alongside the new Mod (as well as the previous Mod) to keep the flow of letters going from curious askers to quirky characters, and back. To avoid any confusion, you can refer to me as the “Co-Mod” (or the “commode” if you’re feeling particularly jokey).

As with the Modthorne, I’m very honored to be a part of this show, as well as extremely excited!  (Seriously, I slept for a grand total of zero hours last night.)  My hope is that together we’ll be able to make it just as entertaining, hilarious, and thought-provoking as it has been up until now.  We’ll do our best to be as authentic as we can, but we won’t be revealing exactly who is writing what – it’ll be up to you to try and tell us apart.

So, a few quick things about me:

  • I’m a lover of music, art, and creative writing (which is a big part of why I love the Ace Attorney series).  If you’re interested in seeing what I’ve created so far (including Ace Attorney fan art, among other things), check out my main blog at imnobodyuknow. However, please keep in mind I won’t be answering questions related to this blog from there.
  • I’ve been an Ace Attorney fan for a few years now, and a fan of video games in general for much longer.  Questions on the topic will be welcomed!
  • I’m a bit of a nut when it comes to humor, as you can probably tell from what you’ve read so far.

So, in conclusion, if it pleases the court, I’d like to thank everyone here for keeping the blog going with your questions, compliments, jeers, etc., and I hope we’ll make this an Ace Attorney experience to remember!

Also, I’m kind of new to this, so…go easy on me, all right?

See you ‘round!

Prompt: An older one from castlefanficprompts. AU S1 “why don’t you shut up and put your mouth to better use” so he does.  M rating.

She’s going to kill him.  Him and his stupid theories, him and his constant questions, him and his cocky grin and his blue eyes and his broad shoulders and the way he crowds in close to her that turns her on more than she will ever, ever admit.

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Vista interior, Edificio de Administración, Bacardi y  Cía S.A. De C.V., Autopista México-Querétaro 4431, Tultitlan, Estado de México, México 1961

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Interior view, Administration Building, Bacardi & Co., Mexico-Queretaro Highway 4431, Tultitlan, Edo. Mexico, Mexico 1961

*Acel stares at the invitation. Is this really what he gets for drunk prank calling while awol? First leniency and the option to apply for leave after the fact, and now an invitation to a gala event with a raffle. He’ll have to bring something… Not a gift, at least not for the Admin, since it’s specifically requested that he doesn’t. Maybe a bottle of alcohol that he can contribute to the party, or something.*

*… And he’ll need to look presentable. Glancing down at himself, he can immediately tell this is going to be a problem. Per Sergej’s suggestion he’s been sticking mostly to sweatshirt and sweatpants for clothes, because they’re stretchy and more forgiving of the fact that he’s been consuming little more than alcohol and pre-made meals for over a month.*

*So he makes a quick phone call before doing anything else, the greeting loud at first and then quickly dropping down into low, rapid French. Aggravation creeps into his voice with every sentence – he probably shouldn’t have called, just avoided the whole headache this is going to bring on by letting go of his pride and going into town to find a tailor. But what’s done is done, and he nearly cracks the handset casing hanging up the phone when the call is done.* Va te faire voir…

*That arranged, for better or for worse, he sits down to scrawl an RSVP on a slightly creased bit of old stationary.*

Miss Mavric,

Thank you for the invitation. I will attend without a guest. We have not yet met in person but I expect I will see Avgustus and he will point you out for me.

– Acel Lavoie

*That goes in the mailbox outside, and then Acel hurries back in side to try and clean up the house before his friend who knows a thing or two about clothes shows up.