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(( Hello Tumblr! The Ace Attorney interest has hit me hard this winter season, and now I am staring down the proverbial barrel of the gun here, the roleplay blog that I ran from ages 15 to 17. I may or may not do something here, but if anyone is still active, happy 2026 ! It's the year this asshole gets hit by a car!!! confetti emoji ))
hhnggggggg im just a thirsty little flower you have to water me
Are you not capable of getting your own water?
no i am just a baby bird you have to spit into my mouth so that i may drink......
I... am not doing that. I'm not doing that. I'm. I'm not doing that.
yuo are going to let me wither away into a dry crusty husk.... i hpoe u are happy with yuor decision
hhnggggggg im just a thirsty little flower you have to water me
Are you not capable of getting your own water?
no i am just a baby bird you have to spit into my mouth so that i may drink......
Is this the sort of parenting advice you've been following, Wright...?
it could be ❤️ for the baby
What baby? What are you talking about?
don't worry about it, remember.
you 👏 don't 👏 owe 👏 your newborn 👏 baby anything 👏
I don't have a newborn. And, I don't think you do either?? Why are you clapping?
We do now.
Surprise!
real image of me (bottom right) and the newborn (fucked up white thing) I know it's hard to tell at this age but it's yours I swear
That is not a picture of you. And this bird was absolutely not born of you. Nor me. Are you alright? Do I need to come over? Why do they look like that?
That's absolutely a picture of me, why do you think I'm called Phoenix? And I laid those eggs myself through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears 💪
We can get a paternity test done if you're doubtful
as for how it looks... yeah can't defend that. it's ugly as shit must've been the grape juice
look at its pathetic face. barely the size of a coin but still wants it? their greed sickens me.
That is not a phoenix, and you are called Phoenix because it is your name. Your surname has no bearing on your identity, because you're certainly not 'right.' Why should your first name? I don't even know what to say about the egg thing. I don't know where to start. I'd love a paternity test, if that would clear up this delusion, but I'm not sure the little thing would make it. ...I kind of like his face.
I'm not a gambling man, but I'd bet you've never seen what a phoenix (bird) looks like in real life... Boggles my mind that we've been friends for over half a decade, and there's still basic things we don't know about each other.
But, you're probably right. I think the little thing has as much blood as a mold spore. It probably wouldn't survive any testing.
guess thats what they mean when they say something has a face only a mother can love
Is this the sort of parenting advice you've been following, Wright...?
it could be ❤️ for the baby
What baby? What are you talking about?
don't worry about it, remember.
you 👏 don't 👏 owe 👏 your newborn 👏 baby anything 👏
I don't have a newborn. And, I don't think you do either?? Why are you clapping?
We do now.
Surprise!
real image of me (bottom right) and the newborn (fucked up white thing) I know it's hard to tell at this age but it's yours I swear
That is not a picture of you. And this bird was absolutely not born of you. Nor me. Are you alright? Do I need to come over? Why do they look like that?
That's absolutely a picture of me, why do you think I'm called Phoenix? And I laid those eggs myself through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears 💪
We can get a paternity test done if you're doubtful
as for how it looks... yeah can't defend that. it's ugly as shit must've been the grape juice
look at its pathetic face. barely the size of a coin but still wants it? their greed sickens me.
Is this the sort of parenting advice you've been following, Wright...?
it could be ❤️ for the baby
What baby? What are you talking about?
don't worry about it, remember.
you 👏 don't 👏 owe 👏 your newborn 👏 baby anything 👏
I don't have a newborn. And, I don't think you do either?? Why are you clapping?
We do now.
Surprise!
real image of me (bottom right) and the newborn (fucked up white thing) I know it's hard to tell at this age but it's yours I swear
Is this the sort of parenting advice you've been following, Wright...?
it could be ❤️ for the baby
What baby? What are you talking about?
don't worry about it, remember.
you 👏 don't 👏 owe 👏 your newborn 👏 baby anything 👏
Is this the sort of parenting advice you've been following, Wright...?
it could be ❤️ for the baby
WE all hate zak gramarye
“Hallo Herr Wright. Hope you are.. well..?”
Klavier pauses. What do you even say to a man you got disbarred.
“….figured I’d.. say hi.. um. Hope you are Trucy are well..?”
"Ah," The noise Wright makes is something in between a clearing of the throat, and a surprised squawk.
"Gavin, It's..." His mouth feels dry. "It's been awhile, hasn't it? Hope you've been good."
C'mon. Get it together, Nick, you're an entertainer after all. The curtain's wide open, the lights are on. It's showtime. "Thanks for stopping in."
"Truce and I've been doing pretty well for ourselves. She's got a few regular magic gigs going now, and I couldn't be prouder." The adoring father says with a smile. "You should come by for one of the shows if you can spare an evening. I'm sure you and her could swap stage-etiquette tips."
A text message from Phoenix Wright:
"Still on for tonight?"
“Sir? Your phone is buzzing.” Apollo gently nudges Kristoph, who seems hardly awake at all.
“Mm..? Who is it?” Kristoph tries to sit upright. Apollo grabs the phone, and …. WHAT???
LEGENDARY ATTORNEY PHOENIX WRIGHT???
“Woah! This is important! It’s Phoenix Wright!” Apollo nearly shouts, making Kristoph scrunch up his face in displeasure.
“Oh… Wright, my date. Yes… let me see that.” He holds out his hand, and Apollo (with great hesitance) puts the phone in his hand. He’s astonished at how… casual this is.
A text message back:
‘Yes. The strangest thing happened today. I’ll have to tell you all about it.’
"looking forward to it"
A casual response to a standard message.
So, what's with the feeling of dread rising up, clawing at the back of Wright's throat? A feeling that, try as he may, Phoenix cannot manage to swallow down.
He and Gavin have been getting along fine, at least from Wright's own perspective. Their last date was a week ago. There hasn't been much in the way of communication, sure, but that's nothing unusual. Gavin can get busy, Wright knows. That's why they have their standing weekly get-together. A pitiful "date" at Phoenix's place of employment.
Maybe it could be that they end up spending more than just their scheduled date night dining together that has Wright uneasy. A situation with a simple explanation: Kristoph Gavin is a successful attorney, a busy man.
...
The Borscht Bowl Club is empty, as usual. In what could only be desperation, Phoenix Wright actually sits at his piano, plunking away at the keys.
A basic tune in C major that he can repeat mindlessly, a gutted version of the 12-Bar-Blues played on a piano a touch out of tune, by a man who doesn't care how it sounds as he simply builds his chords by pushing his 3 fingers on the white keys.
C-C-C-C-F-F-C-C-G-F-C-C - repeat ad nauseam until he decides to finally have mercy on himself, throwing in a simple perfect cadence at the end instead of just repeating his mindless tapping at the piano's face.
It’s strange. Kristoph… is late.
Not by much, but he’s never been late before. Stranger still, there’s someone else with him. It’s a face Phoenix has never seen before — Apollo Justice. Justice leads a red-faced Gavin by the arm over to Phoenix. Is— Gavin drunk? What is this? He’d never show up like that, surely.
“Wright, I’m sorry for my lateness. I haven’t been feeling quite like myself, but I’m here now.” Gavin sits, nodding. The man next to him has some kind of nervous excitement going on, he doesn’t really look Wright in the eye, but keeps sneaking looks at him.
“This is my mentee, Apollo Justice. He’s been incredibly helpful, both in and out of court.” Kristoph says, fondly. Apollo reddens. He puts out his hand ((after wiping it on himself. Oh god. Phoenix Wright knows his name!! And Kristoph is praising him!)) for a handshake.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you!!” Apollo says, a little too loudly.
Gavin laughs.
Wright's ears ring. He can hardly make sense of what's just occured before him as he becomes aware that he holds a stranger's hand in his.
No, not a stranger. Apollo Justice, Gavin's new-hire that Wright had been looking into. Kristoph's protegee whom Wright had been questioning his friend about for weeks, and not getting anywhere with. He's shaking his hand. Kristoph Gavin lead Apollo Justice right to him.
"It's..." His eyes flit from Apollo's enthusiasm over to Kristoph. He feels like an actor that's forgotten his next line, who knows his cue is soon, but fears he's already missed it.
It is his line, isn't it? What was his role again?
"It's nice to meet you, kid." Phoenix finds himself responding to Justice first. "I've heard a lot about you, so trust me, I've been waiting for my introduction."
He gives Apollo a wink, hoping the awe will be enough for Wright to remove his hand from his. To allow him to turn his attention to Kristoph, the person who he had intended to have his undivided attention this evening.
His next line he knows by heart. It's easy to act across from Kristoph, maybe it's that they have natural chemistry, or maybe it's just because Kristoph always played his role well.
This is where Phoenix should gloat.
This is where Phoenix should dawn his best shit eating grin, and metaphorically look down at Gavin, tell the beautiful man in front of him to his face: You look like shit.
"You're here now, that's what matters." He mutters gently. He pulls out Gavin's chair from the table, and gestures for him to sit.
Maybe Phoenix was wrong about the kind of tale meant to unfold between the two of them. Kristoph never kicked him when he was down, how could he turn around and do that to him? His best friend.
"So, will Mr. Justice be joining us for dinner tonight?" He asks, not specifically to either of the men present.
A text message from Phoenix Wright:
"Still on for tonight?"
“Sir? Your phone is buzzing.” Apollo gently nudges Kristoph, who seems hardly awake at all.
“Mm..? Who is it?” Kristoph tries to sit upright. Apollo grabs the phone, and …. WHAT???
LEGENDARY ATTORNEY PHOENIX WRIGHT???
“Woah! This is important! It’s Phoenix Wright!” Apollo nearly shouts, making Kristoph scrunch up his face in displeasure.
“Oh… Wright, my date. Yes… let me see that.” He holds out his hand, and Apollo (with great hesitance) puts the phone in his hand. He’s astonished at how… casual this is.
A text message back:
‘Yes. The strangest thing happened today. I’ll have to tell you all about it.’
"looking forward to it"
A casual response to a standard message.
So, what's with the feeling of dread rising up, clawing at the back of Wright's throat? A feeling that, try as he may, Phoenix cannot manage to swallow down.
He and Gavin have been getting along fine, at least from Wright's own perspective. Their last date was a week ago. There hasn't been much in the way of communication, sure, but that's nothing unusual. Gavin can get busy, Wright knows. That's why they have their standing weekly get-together. A pitiful "date" at Phoenix's place of employment.
Maybe it could be that they end up spending more than just their scheduled date night dining together that has Wright uneasy. A situation with a simple explanation: Kristoph Gavin is a successful attorney, a busy man.
...
The Borscht Bowl Club is empty, as usual. In what could only be desperation, Phoenix Wright actually sits at his piano, plunking away at the keys.
A basic tune in C major that he can repeat mindlessly, a gutted version of the 12-Bar-Blues played on a piano a touch out of tune, by a man who doesn't care how it sounds as he simply builds his chords by pushing his 3 fingers on the white keys.
C-C-C-C-F-F-C-C-G-F-C-C - repeat ad nauseam until he decides to finally have mercy on himself, throwing in a simple perfect cadence at the end instead of just repeating his mindless tapping at the piano's face.
try as you might, you can't deny blue flames burn hotter than red.
(card design under the cut!)
he sucks
I’m gonna curbstomp it
:=)
this is more of a filler than anything else because I can't seem to finish my work efficiently
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