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[aptlyattorney]

Remember to reach out to your fellow peeps, especially the ones you wanna write with. You gotta bridge the gap sometimes, take the leap and open that dm and just  go ‘hey. so about your muse,’  and then just go nuts and talk about threads.  A LOT OF PEOPLE won’t approach you first because you might seem intimidating. You don’t know who might be too scared to say hi. Go poke your followers!

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[unionized-shopkeep]

Hello everyone.

Unfortunately, you all have probably noted my absence. Life as of late has drastically changed.

I am closing this blog, and others like it. I have been in the RP community for what feels like a decade. I simply do not have the time anymore to dedicate to this hobby. I am pursing with hobbies that I can grasp physically, and will start on, instead, a manuscript for a book I've been meaning to write for some time. Maybe I'll pick up my watercolors again and make my own cover for it.

I have loved every little adventure here. But I realized after spending so much time away from the internet, that I want to do more, and I can't do it online. I will never motivate myself if I'm constantly online trying to make mini stories, and not the one I've been putting off.

I say this again, I love you all. I apologize that I couldn't finish every story with you. Even now I'm tempted to start a whole new blog all over again, and for a whole new character.

However,this post will be queued and reblogged across all other blogs for three days. I will delete these blogs after three days. You can find me on bluesky, birdygonow if you want to send the occasional message.

Take care of yourselves !

[scailcel]

he called apollo by his actual name for the sake of the meme okay

[edgelord-dl6]

" So, I decided since the Chinese new year was coming, I'd get a head start, since, I've been told, being festive is a good way to improve a work place."

Tradition meant that of course, he should give to the highest ranking of his peers, or however the societal structure of Defense to Prosecutor was apparently made.

" And, to thank you for everything. You can't start the year right without a good fortune." Inside the envelope is not the traditional cash amount for gifts, but a dollar, and a set of official TCG Steel Samurai packs, purely decoration anniversary sets, but extremely valued to the connoisseur, and one fortune slip.

   He nods along, sort of half-listening as he signs off on a request from forensics, offering an encouraging “mm” or “mmhm” before Apollo slides the envelope into his field of view.

   Miles peers over his glasses at the ornate little thing, and then up at Apollo, standing there expectantly. “Shouldn’t I be the one giving this to you...?”

   Maybe he’s a shitty boss for not offering red envelopes to his ‘employees’, but he’s always been hands-off with regards to holidays. Still, no matter what sort of socioeconomic hierarchical web connects him and Apollo, he’s not certain he deserves this. Apollo doesn’t even work for him. But, well, they’d gotten close...

   “Actually, I hear it’s in poor taste to open one in front of whomever offers it--”

   But he opens it anyway. The fact of the matter is, Apollo Justice is just a kind and wonderful and thoughtful person. Edgeworth’s eyes sparkle noticeably as he slips the little trading cards from the envelope. Lips tick upward...

   He takes Apollo’s hand, and presses the ‘good fortune’ slip into his palm. “...I think you deserve this.”

[aptlyattorney]

" Ah-" Completely unacceptable behavior in context of the holiday. Returning only part of a gift was the worst way to say to someone: 'Hey, you have fairly bad taste. Get your refund while you still can. ' It would have been tacky coming from the chief prosecutor, and left him with no face to save. Like a car accident, paint traded and a worse dent on the person who meant no harm by making a wide turn. More specifically, spending about forty dollars on card packs based on a television show he knew fairly little about.; It wasn't extremely personal, initially. Apollo's gaze darts to his hand, filled with the slim envelope he'd sealed. If Miles was going to open a gift, then it would be awkward not to follow the example. Better that they both look a bit odd than to put him out. "....."

" 'Make yourself necessary to someone.' Hm. As if I don't try hard enough at work, right-?" A gift in extremely poor taste if he'd let him have it. Implying someone who had such a high position was useless-? If they weren't on a first name basis, it would've been catastrophic.

[bloodxhound]

        The passenger seat has never appealed to him — too passive, too slow, too out of his control. He much prefers to navigate the streets of L.A. at his own breakneck pace, without having to overindulge in the stop-and-waiting game the young attorney seems to relish. What exactly made him resign to this fate today he isn’t sure, left to wonder whether the years have softened him to the point of carelessly obliging such self-negating requests.

          Elbow propped against the car window panel, he rests his tense jaw atop his knuckles, staring straight ahead at the taunting red light.  “No, I don’t,”  he informs succinctly, not bothering to palliate his dislike.  “If you keep this up, you will never get anywhere on time. You like green lights so much, get outta the car an’ watch ‘em from the sidewalk. That way you’re not cloggin’ the streets.”  Justice is the kind of uptight driver he’d hate to share a lane with. His chiding gives way to a groan.  “Whatever. Tell me ‘bout those two situations.”  /  @aptlyattorney​, cont. from here.

[aptlyattorney]

Stop and go made the world go 'round... and around, around speaking to his insurance about causing or being in an accident within the last six months, an increase he could not feasibly avoid unless the next two cases were the most innocent non-murderers he'd ever defended and the police were just too loose-handed with their evidence, and that would lead to a cascading court case where he would spear-head their reform; that would be a monumental one to pay the bills... ".... Sure." Futility had its' exercises. But, if he saw any end to driving to work in the rain, it had to come in the form of a vehicle with a built-in top. He wasn't quite handy enough to Macgyver an umbrella to his bicycle, and weigh him down when the winds started to blow around here. That was the point of learning, and if he had luck in the future with prospects, that supposed partner would appreciate something with four wheels to cruise around LA in.

'Traffic Light Green' was a bright enough color when everything else was so drably cold and grey this time of the year. It'd be impossible to miss if he breathed for just a moment. "...It doesn't happen that often. I've been wrong before, plenty of times about people's intentions, and that's why I stick so close with the evidence I have. I guess I should've said a person- I meant Prosecutor Gavin. I didn't know I couldn't trust my employer at the time- or the one after Kristoph got sentenced." Mr. Wright hadn't stopped being a cunning man, no matter what his clothes or expressionless face said; it just happened that Apollo was in the right, or wrong spot when he came in to get revenge. Justice was being manipulated on both sides, and one happened to be a lesser evil, legally speaking. "If I hadn't trusted my gut with him, I'm not sure where the system would be. The jury system wouldn't be in place if Mr. Wright'd been in prison." Faint misting of rain barely obscures his route ahead. Apollo still triggers the wipers, noisy rubber scraping the paper-thin layer of water from his view. "It's... been a long road, trying to expand that box of people that I trust. Especially with the start I've had in my career, heh!"

[handsometimr]

the final nail in the coffin

[aptlyattorney]

" in the end, it all comes down to one simple question - which is more important: having proof, or being alive? "

That's a catch-22 in my line of work if I've ever heard one. He doesn't seem too interested in a civil debate, though.

There's not many ways you can effectively stall for breath. He can't shake himself out of the thin gaze, risk running when there's a non-zero chance of him dodging and living after. He was quick when he first approached out of the dark-Whoever he was- he didn't seem Russian, or the type to play Roulette fairly. This stranger happened to meet him downtown, at just a perfect time when the streets were empty.

" Does that matter- when someone else is getting punished for something they didn't do?" Prickling over his skin, from his head to his spine. Apollo was waiting for something to hit; lightning being the least likely.

[aptlyattorney]

Early and deep. That was how he liked his spring cleaning. It has him in and out of the office rooms, systematically overturning chairs and decorative rugs. Nothing else can be acknowledged when there's that weird sticky gunk on the floors that needs nothing less but the best floor scraper and those mysterious coffee grounds in the strangest of places. The baseboards needed scrubbing, the desks moved to get the darkest corners vacuumed, and any tiny critters evicted.

Everything would feel right again if he could just get this place shining, mopped, and without fingerprints on the glass.

What was today, again-?

[violetprosecutor]

Apollo doesn't knock - and that makes Klavier jump like he's been zapped, shoulders jolting as he turns to look at his impromptu guest. There's a long pause before he speaks, with an expression briefly like a deer in the headlights before he schools his face into neutral coolness.

"Ah - hasn't anyone told you it's rude to barge in to someone's office without knocking?"

He goes for sing-song in his tone, which he mostly manages, and sets the vase down with its quiet little display. There was a card with his name on it tucked among them, carefully wedged to hide the message on it.

His eyes move from Apollo's tidier appearance to the card before settling on Apollo's face.

"You've dressed for an occasion." He dodges the question he was asked, for now at least. "And you've brought informal paperwork. Who are you delivering cards to? Admiring fans would love to know."

[aptlyattorney]

" Uh- sorry. But, Let's not stretch the truth about fans; that's you, not me." Disbanded or not, not all of them had jumped ship the moment the lead guitarist was declared guilty.

" It's an important day- Miss Misham is having her art displayed at a museum in the city. I wanted to celebrate her rising career and of course, congratulate her on her progress."He can only haphazardly hope that the card didn't look as flimsy as it felt in his hand. Eight dollars for a fairly specific card from a man who had almost no artistic talent; it had to be preserved.

Apollo's head tilts, getting a full view of the prosecutor tells him two things, and presents another question." It's kind of late to be delivering those to a client, unless you're getting more floral appreciation in your decor-?"

" Which, wouldn't surprise me- but I'd expect something with a bit more glitter for your tastes."

[satsuha]

"your hair grew so much!"

[violetprosecutor]

There's an energy around Klavier's office today, like the aftermath of a procession - he'd been missing until past lunch time, and had come in with all the fanfare of someone trying to avoid all the security cameras lining the halls.

He'd had places to be, flowers to send and receive (judging by the flowers tucked under his arm), and was on the tail end of a phone call now.

"Ja, yes, of course I will be there. You will have the most beautiful showing, I'm sure - and I will do my best not to bring too much attention to you. Yes, Miss Misham, I'll make sure you remain the star on such an important evening. . .it's good to hear from you, Vera - I'm sure you've got plenty of things to deal with. Call me if you need anything at all."

He looks down when he clicks the phone off and brushes into his office. The door is left ajar as he tucks the flowers into an off-white vase that had been a gift from a couple of years ago.

[aptlyattorney]

It'd been a while since that young woman had shown up in his office. That case was such a staggering time in his life, a nail in more than one coffin. It still felt like ages ago Vera was in his office, struggling to speak while nibbling those short cut nails. He'd been using this floor of the office for their copier for a greeting card he'd bought that was unfortunately torn; Instead of shelling out another three dollars with his limited amount of time, he simply made a photo-copy and redid his signature with dogged precision. He was still walking with the pen in hand when he passed the prosecutor's office door. Even if he wasn't a shy type, the door usually remained shut to encourage interested parties to ring the guitar doorbell. That was as much as Apollo assumed.

"... Everything alright, Klavier-?" Shouldering in, he clips the pen to the card. There's a few less wrinkles in his suit vest this afternoon, most notably.

[michi-chelle-draws]

inktober 2024 - day 7

[gloww0rms]

i was gonna do turnabout goodbyes for this one but then i was like waaaiitttt…. turnabout trump

[clownowo]

What’s she doing in court at 10am on a Thursday in October. Girl your classes.

[machaeraaster]

Ace Attorney Music AU | "Cadence of Change" Klavier: "Gute arbeit, Apollo! Wanna rest for a little bit?" Apollo: "Are you kidding? We just started!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unlike Edgeworth, Justice thought it would be a good idea to learn how to play an instrument —in this case, the drums— as he felt it could be a great way to release his energy—or stress—after a trial I'm almost done with the second chapter of my fanfic. I can't wait to finally show it to you guys! ✨

[aptlyattorney]

Working on ask drafts.

[dabiwantsfood]