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Chapters: 5/10 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney, 大江戸戦士: トノサマン | Ōedo Senshi: Tonosaman | The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo, The Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo, Samurai Series (Ace Attorney) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey, Himesaman | Pink Princess, Tonosaman | Steel Samurai, Wakasaman | Iron Infant, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Gyakuten Saiban 123 | Phoenix Wright Trilogy, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship, Metafiction, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Fanfiction, Characters Reading Fanfiction, Emotional Constipation, No Sequel Trilogy Spoilers, AU where the 7YG doesn't happen immediately, nor does AAI, my attempt at countering the 'franmaya are hypercompetent' trope, where they are emotionally mature & wingmanning for nrmt, click here if you want to see them be fucking messes, Post-Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout, We Introduced A Federal Prosecutor To The Concept of Fandom, what happens next will shock you!, excessive amounts of steel samurai lore, (aka shit i just made up)

Summary:

Since the day they met, Maya and Franziska have been nervously hovering near one another, dancing around a connection they just can’t seem to make. An off-kilter sick day spent binge-watching Pink Princess changes all of that, as Franziska finds herself thrust into the strange new world of fandom and fanfiction with Maya as her enthusiastic guide. A metafiction-y love letter of a story about the two of them slowly falling for each other—all they will say, all they will not say, and the catharsis and perils of escapism through fandom.

Written in delightfully sapphic collaboration with my dearest, @pictureswithboxes

Like polyamory would not fix these people it would just give them wider range of partners to be annoying to. Likewise my well-adjisted monogamous friends... Do not behave like this and neither do I.

Well, let's look at the whole picture together, shall we?

I took this picture earlier this year (2026) in February with the help of my girlfriend. It is me, on my bed, on my knees spread open, leaning back and looking off to the side, with a bunch of different words written on me. Written across my torso is "transmisogyny," "18+," "faggot," and "tranny." "Shemale," "pedophile," and "trap" is written on my right leg and, "rape," "femboy," and "suicidal" is written on my left. These are words and concepts applied to me as well as said to me to my face.

You are doing so now by not-so-subtly implying that I am a pedophile and through cultural word association, a child rapist. This accusation has been levied at me for longer than I can remember, for longer than I've understood sex, and rape, as concepts. You could, instead, ask why "femboy" is written so prominently, but you chose "pedophile" instead. The pedophile "child rapist" accusation is common and frequent and simpler to navigate in interpersonal relationships than it is online. I don't know you, you don't know me, nothing I say can convince you of anything opposite of what your mind has already made up, but I hope you keep reading.

As a whole, the picture and the caption that accompanied it on the original post, "I'm feeling a certain way about some stuff" should paint a fairly clear idea that I'm upset over transmisogyny and how it has affected me and my sisters. I am upset that I have been called a tranny, a faggot, a shemale, a pedophile, a trap, I'm upset that the concept of rape surrounds my life so completely. That I am these things, and that I am these things for the purposes of raping and being raped. I am upset that you have twisted my complaint into ammo for further accusations.

Why is it so prominent and Large? Because I wanted it to be. Because when 2025 ended, I rediscovered how happy people are to accuse a tranny of being a child rapist in any way they can and I went through my life and counted. How often had I been excluded over this perception of transfeminity relating to child rape? I am upset that for my longer childhood and shorter adulthood I have always been accused of child rape for the sole reason of expressing my femininity. It hurt, and I made that obvious in the most literal way I could. I wrote it large in the same euphemism that is loved so much by so many.

I am 30 years old. "what does liking a piece of mainstream cinema say about my moral character?" is an axis of thinking that is so outside of my conscious awareness that i forget that it is something people grapple with before realizing that how a piece of media exists within the broader cultural landscape is a much more interesting (and productive!) query to investigate.

Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-

Me: he needs to be sedated

Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-

Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off

Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate

Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him

Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him

Me:

Screamed so loudly with such unbridled fury the one time he wasn’t sedated at the vet that he caused a little girl in the waiting room to burst into tears

Ripped an escape hole in the patio screen door in a single night

Snuck into the garage overnight where he managed to pull down his massive food bag from the top shelves, ripped it open and ate so much he couldn’t/wouldn’t move when we found him in the morning  

Learned how to open the laundry cabinet to sleep on the clean towels

Learned how to open doors, thus allowing the dog to follow in after who then eats from the trash

Bats off anything on our windowsills that gets in the way of his sitting. Current succulent casualty count: 4

Thankfully cannot open the bedroom door due to rusty mechanisms, but managed to slip in one night when it wasn’t fully closed. Jumped down from my windowsill squarely onto my stomach, leaving me to bolt awake screaming from the blow and convinced I was under attack

in the patio screen door

in a single night