KLAVIER GAVIN @klavier--gavin - Tumblr Blog

"We encounter many incidents in our lives, all of us. Not all of them simple. That is why I try to at least remain simple inside."

#ha

nijimuracchi

Objection!

meladoodle

*prosecuting lawyer voice* i have only one question for the defendant… ‘guiltypersonsayswhat?’ "what?" haha owned you’re going to jail

shiimada

Me:

You:

Your very Personal and Intense Disney Ask:

Aurora: Story of your first kiss

Rapunzel: 5 things from your bucket list

Dory: Something someone has told you that you can't forget (two good things and one bad)

Pocahontas: Something new you taught someone.

Mulan: Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.

Jasmine: The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?

Belle: Is there someone you are close who no one else likes? What's the story?

Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?

Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you.

Eric: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.

Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone.

Tiana: A time you tried the hardest for something.

Boo: A childhood hero.

Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.

Seven Dwarfs: 7 things you like in the people around you.

Kronk: What you are best at in the kitchen?

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.

Cinderella: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?

Nemo: Your bravest moment.

Terk: Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?

Buzz: Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.

Alice: Done drugs?

Peter Pan: Something from your childhood that you still love.

Elsa: Who have you shut out of your life and why?

#go on then

Fact: Klavier has cute, tiny rhinestones glued to his balls.

ooc; To be honest, I can't remember how long I've had this ask.

And I still don't know how to answer it. You win! *jazz hands*

#Anonymous

ps-meade

hahahaha this ship is ruining my liiiiife IT’S RUINING IT I read a fic where young Klavier was trying to romance Apollo and it took hold of my heart and never let go

fimyuan

HELP THESE GAMES ARE RUINING MY LIFE AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT

wrightdono-blog

klapollo sketcheu

#when apollo/kris-mod and i are together i spend at least 90% of my time climbing on and otherwise harrassing her

here-comes-justice-blog

» evidence is everything

Apollo Justice looks so out of place in the tiny coffee shop today. His bandaged fingers are cupped loose around the lip of his mug as though to trap the warmth of it while he stares down into his cappuccino like he’s expecting someone to blink back out at him. But with a heavy jacket draped over his shoulders and an extra strip of white bandage slung over one eye, he’s hardly blending with the cafe’s usual crowd. It’s where he’d told Gavin to meet him, though, so all he can do is sit in silence and wait.

He aches all over from changing his bandages earlier at the hospital. He’d only been discharged an hour ago and had been twitching to leave when all the bouquets starting showing up. The nurses had all been sweet, of course, making such impressed faces when they’d told him that the Klavier Gavin had sent them all with obvious well wishes. And the gesture had been a kind one, but Apollo’s not feeling too comforted. He’s confused… and that’s not something he has room for in his head right now.

To distract himself, he glances to his phone to check the time. The rest of his day’s going to be spent at the GYAXA space center so if he’s going to have a chat, now’s the time. He’s getting real tired of all the doubt clouding his thoughts no matter where he turns.

klavier--gavin

Their contact over the past year has been patchy; a walk on the beach, a Christmas card, a purple scarf hanging unworn in his wardrobe for months. He doesn't even wear scarves usually, but he puts it on this morning before he pulls on his coat and leaves the house, checking his phone as he does. As uninvolved as they are--and as cool as Klavier Gavin pretends to be--a "we need to talk" message so soon after a potentially fatal accident is nerve-wracking to say the least.

His smile won't glow when he practises it in the rearview mirror and by the time he gets out of the car and tries it out for real it feels like trying any harder is going to crack his teeth. What this means he doesn't really know, but it can't bode well in any case.

When he sees Apollo, he doesn't try to glow any more. There's no point when he always sees through it in an instant, so he smiles more gingerly and leans forward over the table to get a better look at him.

"Feeling a bit better, Herr Forehead?" A pause. Then, "Did something happen to your magic eye?"

#rp: evidence is everything