Ib Raen's Journal

Now that the number is increasing and I'm close to leave this period of rest behind to focus on my other project, I want to leave a pin for those who aren't interested in my original stuff and found me through AO3. I will keep updating this list if the number of fanfiction increases.

Most of them are smut or smutty. Reader discretion is advised.

One-offs:

Wounds of Injustice (Rating: Mature. Drama, Crime, Romance)

A loose log of Phoenix Wright’s months following his disbarment as he works through his emotions and journey to the truth. A whip and shake of headcanons of the first year out of the 7-year gap.

The Unsent Letters (Rating: Explicit. Comedy, Romance)

Phoenix Wright is approached by Miles Edgeworth to help him write and proofread a speech for an important prosecutorial conference hosted by The State Bar Association.

Wright does a stupid.

Failing to reach the Convention Center the conference is being held at in time, instead of a speech, Miles will read private correspondence Phoenix wrote at 19 years old on stage in front of colleagues, young talent, and members of the Federal Government.

Honeymoon Summer Haze

Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright decided to marry in private. Amidst their honeymoon, love between an unusual pair bloomed like a summer haze.

A crackship oneshot.

What Fear's Forgotten

Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth were in a relationship that ended poorly. Four months later, they found themselves in a rabbit-hole, tense courtroom case. The defense moved to indict a self-proclaimed witch named Agnes Pocus. She was found guilty. Feeling both, the defense and the prosecution, had attacked her honor and reputation, she placed a curse on them. A day later, Wright and Edgeworth got a surprise when they were visited by people ‘they once knew’ disturbing the healing process of their breakup.

Semi-series:

A Promise of Forever (Rating: Explicit. Drama, Romance)

Phoenix Wright proposes to Miles Edgeworth inside a tattered musty room in the bowels of the once illegal Borsch Club. The proposal is curt and dry; his behaviour is sketchy and avoidant. Days later, Miles is hired as a civil attorney by a mysterious woman disguising her threats with polite requests.

*** My Promise - Timeline "W" (Rating: Explicit. Drama, Romance)

Damn. Writing my SasuSaku fanfic, I incorporated this panel into my story, and now it's haunting me too like it might've haunted Sakura and Kakashi. And now it makes me cry every time I see it--or remember it.

Sasuke looks so lost and sad and lonely and he looks so young... he was a little kid that lost everything, man. He looks like he's suffering so much from his very core because now he was grieving Itachi on top of grieving his parents. He had nowhere to funnel all that hate. He had no enemy. Everything was for nothing.

I'm glad Kishimoto didn't give into the easy way of giving him a straight answer to all his philosophical questions at the end. I love that Naruto recontextualized their final fight when he realized Sasuke was still a kid. His mentality had been stuck in a loop for two years.

I love that the final fight was basically: "Hey, you've never been alone. We care and hurt for you. Help me find a way to peace. Don't self-harm/self-destruct. We need you. Get it through your head already, temeee!"

I also love, that much like the Pein arc's resolution, Sasuke's answer to his pain and loss and his path was "To choose to believe in what you believe in." This idea can be such a powerful message when it comes to finding a way to peace and forgiveness to improve the world. You believe in good, now pass it on.

I'm sad that I've seen (mostly on other social media) this message go through people's heads. More and more are giving into this anti-ending, anti-naruto, anti-konoha thing thinking that Sasuke got no justice and no accountability from Konoha... But if we call a spade a spade, nobody got accountability from past leaders (not even Naruto).

With all that said, I'm glad Sasuke found happiness with Sakura and continues his journey to find answers to peace... at least at the end of Naruto (I hate you Ikemotooooo let my babies be hapyyyyyyy).

Anyway, it seems my SasuSaku fanfic will be around 40 and 42 chapters long. I'm currently on chapter 38 (but the last chapters are already planned). I don't expect anyone to read it all because... I got too into the plot and I don't know who'd be interested in reading non-canon lore, but I had fun writing it.

The new fic is coming along great! I have some qualms and fears regarding publishing it, because I've known my Naruto fandom for a looooong time. Sometimes I love you, most of the times, I hate you.

This is my first Naruto fanfic in English, so I'm hoping I can do something somebody will like, because I LOVE the new life the novels, Boruto, and other projects injected to SasuSaku and NaruHina as well as other canon couples (I'm one of the rare ones who love all of them). I also love that Kishimoto and Co. kept the theme of "human" when modeling the adult versions of the characters.

I was talking to a friend the other day about this. More specifically about Ficsuke and Fanartsuke and how he was, back then, more like the "I treat you bad because I like you" archetype. Kind of Christian Greyish/Edward Cullen-ey, more in the realm of "I hurt you because I love you." Which, hey, some people have those kinks. I'm not judging. Ya'll do you. Keep the lessons that you like, discard the rest.

In contrast, though, Canon Sasuke is... a soft cutie? Purehearted, blunt, and based on Retsuden, overprotective, healthy amount of jealous, a yearner, and so in love with his wife (wanting to be a better father as well). He may be stoic, but he's not made of stone.

Likewise, Fic/fanart-Naruto was always very hard to pin down. Some put him as super dumb, some take into account his emotional maturity. So, his characterization went everywhere. From super virginal to very naughty in a way that didn't always fit him.

The girls were always a tiny bit massively submissive or too passive in the relationship. This has also changed a bit. The one who has changed the most is Sakura who is more forward in her advances. Hinata... I feel like her characterization still goes everywhere (since the canon story doesn't really focus on her much) but she's not the stuttering mess or super passive as some depicted her back then (The Last Movie helped break her away from that trope imo).

Anyway, this is my announcement that, yes, I'm going there. I'm writing a SasuSaku x NaruHina x CanonCouples fic. Kind of.

Here's the picture:

Imagine: blank period immediately after the war. The year gap. Sasuke-centric. Relating to Sakura's background and parents. Hyuuga politics headcanon--but not really--tidbits. Itachi may be involved. Team 7 memories featured. Pre-academy Sasuke-chan and Sakura-chan. Friendship always wins type of deal. Wholesome Konoha 12 scenes. Naruto's denseness regarding Hinata. All infused with my style of writing which include political drama, sensual sequences, subtle comedy, themes of redemption, secret lives, sexual themes mentioned. What can I say, (If you've read my NaruMitsu--Ace Attorney-- fanfics) I love to imagine and overcomplicate myself with the backstories we don't get to see.

I'm near the end, I think. I just have like three more themes to close and I'll go to revision.

Hiatus knocked on my door early. Work got crazy and now I'm working on the side project in my spare time. There's only so much fuel in my body to balance it all.

These days, during my leisure time, I'm cooking something different.

Something about a flower and a fan.

A little bit of white eyes...

...and something that's served in a bowl of ramen.

With her name on his lips, his hand slowly traveled up her naked knee. He was, basically, already on top of her. His eyes glimmered hunger, imploring her to satisfy it by closing the gap between them. Her legs were still around his waist. The world outside this room seemed non-existent. The problems of the future seemed aleatory and unclear, like playing a branching narrative with multiple…

The incessant scraping and tapping on hard desks heightened the anxiety of their next-to-peer. Right. Wrong. No way of knowing. Regardless, they continued. The ticktock of a wall clock and the arrhythmic leg tapping of nervous individuals were the only sounds interfering with the scratching of pens. Papers rustled for a pause. Then the incessant scraping resumed. “Three minutes,” the professor…

I just read "Konoha Shinden: Steam Ninja Scrolls."

I'm sorry but.... wtf?

Why are my fujoshi senses tingling?

They're friends, right? Rivals. Men can be wholesome friends. Right?

But wtf?

What's with the yaoi flags?

Big, huge, bright yaoi flags.

Innuendoes?

Allegories?

Parallels?

Analogies?

While Kiba and Tamaki were reconciling, Mirai was saying: "like you and Gai-sensei. You may have different personalities, but..."

"But...?" But what, Mirai? Like... what was that pause? What were you about to say? If it had been a straight (pun intended) thing... WHY DID YOU PAUSE WEIRDLY?

Sleeping together? Sharing their food? Going to a couple hot spot (I know it was about the Make-out adaptation but still)? "I would've been swayed"???? "Always by my side..."

I'm not imagining things right? Am I? What?

Now I'm here like:

A big "Aehlize" hiatus coming soon (probably.) Turns out, my schedule got all messed up. My day job got hectic. I wanted to release a special EP before the next Crystal Örn Collection single, but I can't find the time.

The due date is coming fast (on Chapter 58) and I'm aware I won't make it at this rate.

I didn't want to take a break because this arc is a tiny bit... eclectic. It's better to edit and do the final tweaks for this section while details are fresh. So, I've been uploading at the velocity my brain and body allows to shake off those chapters. The problem is that the next in queue song needs at least three additional recording sessions, plus a week for mixing and mastering.

So... around chapter 50 I'll take a little break from Aehlize. In the meantime, I might update my Narumitsu fanfic while I find the time and space to record that song.

“That’s the wrong one! You’re way off!” he bleated. First coached practice and it was not going well. In three weeks and change, walking had been the only exercise Aehlize she had gotten. The closest she had gotten to physical practice were Laedan’s wishy-washy tutoring sessions. He modeled the wordy pictureless descriptions of the manuals, posed with a book as his shield and a pen as his…

“In thirty minutes, we part,” Liov commanded. The portions she was served these days were a stomach stretch too far from her full capacity. After weeks of trial and error, she understood that when appetite refused to cooperate, when leaving scraps on her plate, it made her feel hangry at dawn and groggy in the morning. Thus, she preferred risking indigestion than not finishing her meal. It took…

I this close 🤏 about creating a neocities website for a couple of reasons.

I'm aware my passion project doesn't fit with what traditional publishing expects... and it is on purpose. Although I expected (wished) to be "discovered" by people, I never once considered going the traditional page-turning physical route. Without the story, there can't be music; and without the music there can't be a story. Both things come hand in hand.

Since Aehlize's conception, when it was just a few pages in my word document, I wanted to use everything the internet had to offer because it is a story that spawned from the tales of an early internet with a twist of heavy fantasy. That's why my story uses a lot of multimedia like videos, audio, images, self-referential links, etcetera.

Neocities has that creative freedom to build a website with a vibrant personality. Its slow community was what I longed for. It's much more closer to what Aehlize is at its core outside of social media.

She, in gullible honesty, didn’t understand why she gave in. She had come to ask a poignant question, determined to not let his voice and vacant romance sway her; but after entering his office, the torrential of emotions changed from the rage of a cloudy thunderous night to a summer sundown at the beach in a matter of seconds. It was only when she finally buttoned her jeans, sat on his waiting…