「OBJECTION!」

AFFILIATED WITH CITTÀ ALVEARE.

[notthatspiky-blog]

“... I’m going back to the apartment before my head explodes or something. Please don’t burn sector six, though. Please.”

[notthatspiky-blog]

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@saturdaynightfemur

“Alright, are you ready? I have a joke, it’s a really good one.”

[petxlsoflife-a]

Ib was practically jumping up and down as she looked up at Phoenix, eyes as bright as diamonds and with a smile to match.

“I did it! I’m a princess now!” She suddenly bolted forward, hugging Phoenix tightly. She was so happy!

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Yep, you sure did it. Enjoy it, you deserve every moment of it.” Seeing her huge smile again actually kind of... made Phoenix a bit happy, too. It has been a while since he saw her like this. “So, how does it feel?” 

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Hey, Ib! Sorry I couldn’t make it sooner, I was kind of on a bit of work, but... Congrats on winning flower princess. You deserve it.”

[rookielawyer-deactivated2017062]

僕の永遠の師匠 by  めばる

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“My eternal mentor.”

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Hey, ghosts aren’t always bad. I mean, sometimes they are, but...”

[notthatspiky-blog]

"alt!"

“Another one of you humans, huh? Seems like this place is just filled with ‘em. But… since you’re here, kiddo…”

“… Snrk. Can… can I touch your skin? Never seen a human before, and y’know, word gets around that you don’t have fur like the normal people do. I mean, I can see that.”

“I’m just curious, is all. Pretty sure you’re curious too. I’ll tell everything ya wanna know. All about that ‘alien race’ and all that you keep babbling about. Can you do it for me, just this once?”

Wolf O’Donnell - A Fox In Space webseries. God I fucking love this loser. There’s not a lot of canon material for him (yet) so it’s mostly headcanon and a bit of Star Fox canon as well, but I just love this asshole so much. I hope I can play him someday.

[sorcerouscheerleader-deactivate]

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

[lightmorphogeneticfield]

“If you wouldn’t mind, that’d be lovely. I’ve just been put in a district with a lot of maintenance and find myself in need of large shears.”

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Alright, no problem. I think it’s close from here. Oh, uh, I’m Phoenix. Phoenix Wright. What’s your name?”

[musrattus-archive]

@notthatspiky·

He’s seen that blue suit before. He knows exactly who this is. “Sir…! Get down!”

And before the man can duck, he’s struck all over with ice cold water guns.

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Whoa--!” Well, he tried to duck. At least sort of. (Why always me...?)

“U-Um, what’s happening? Why did I...?”

[lightmorphogeneticfield]

@notthatspiky

“Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could buy a pair of shears, do you? My.. new home seems to be a little too green for my liking.”

[notthatspiky-blog]

“Shears? I think you could buy that gardening stuff in the shopping sector... Do you want me to lead you there, mister?”

[tailoredtokill-archived]

@notthatspiky

“Are… you sure you’re alright? It looked–no, it sounded like you hit your head pretty hard. Perhaps you should sit down.”

[notthatspiky-blog]

“I’m, I’m fine. The bike didn’t even... didn’t even hit me.” Except it kind of did. And hitting his head on a telephone pole didn’t really help.

[acemxgician]

@notthatspiky

If Trucy was being honest, this entire situation terrified her. She didn’t understand what was going on and after an hour of searching for Daddy or Polly she was starting to wonder if there were no familiar faces around. As much as Apollo thought she had no sense of fear whatsoever, and as much as she’d deny being a child, she still needed her dad, especially in situations like this where she’d been kidnapped and supposedly brought to another universe. Which she was so not going to question at the moment. She’d question it after she either found someone from home or found this housing they’d given her.

She dragged her feet as she walked slowly through the streets, checking in every alleyway and shop front to make sure she didn’t miss her dad. If he was here. Which she hoped he was. Sure, they’d  both be science experiments, but they’d be science experiments together and she’d feel better having him around. Even if he was a terrible piano player and hadn’t retaken the bar exam yet.

Did it count as breaking his promise when she’d been the one to disappear and not him?

Her legs were beginning to hurt and she was starting to seriously consider giving up her search when she spotted him. If not for his spiky hair, she wouldn’t have even recognized him. He was wearing a suit, just like when they’d first met and he’d tried defending her real daddy. He hadn’t worn anything that professional in a long and for a second she couldn’t help but stare at him.

And then tears formed in her eyes and she went running toward him. “D-Daddy!” She slammed into him, wrapping her arms tightly around him as she pressed her face against his chest. “Daddy!” He was here! She wasn’t completely alone!

[notthatspiky-blog]

Just another day for Phoenix Wright. Of course, that’d probably mean something bad or something weird would happen, but he was kind of excited for today, even though he didn’t really know why. Maybe it was just a good feeling. Maybe he’d go to eat something, like noodles or whatever. Just another common day. He didn’t really know where to go, but for some reason, that feeling of excitement was still there, and he couldn’t explain why.

Still, Phoenix continued walking towards somewhere, not really noticing the crowd around him. He was a bit distracted—but it seemed the world wanted to get his attention somehow. Out of nowhere, a random magician started hugging him and calling him… ‘Daddy’? What the heck was even happening.

“U-Um. I think you got the wrong person. I’m not your, uh, dad.” You could pretty obviously hear the confusion on his voice.

[notthatspiky-blog]

Alt!

‘If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened.’

Those words echoed in Mori’s mind, and it seemed like it would never stop echoing. Of course it was his entire fault, why wouldn’t it be? Everything that he does, it always ends up like this. Everyone’s hurt, and he’s back here, alone. Even when he discovered climbing, he knew that socializing was pointless—he had to do it on his own. No one to interfere and no one else to hurt. Alone, in the mountain.

He never really had any hobbies. He never really had a friend. And now, more than ever, he realized that he’d be better off without any of those things. All that he needed was climbing, and he’d do it solo. He wanted that feeling again, that feeling of being alive high up in the mountains. That feeling of seeing the view, and the view looking right back at you, with no one else there but you and the view. Companions, ropes, those things were always going to keep holding him back.

He quickly glanced around his small room. His parents weren’t here, even though he was a high school student, and his apartment was really small, probably enough to one person to live in, and that’s when he saw it. The equipment that journalist sent him. He remembered the conversation—‘You want to climb alone? Did you ever climb on an ice mountain before?’. He was thinking about it. He knew his teacher wouldn’t like it, but that didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered. All he wanted to do is climb.

“I’ve got to go. I’ve got to hurry up and go…”

Mori Bountarou - Kokou No Hito (The Climber)

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👾

A ouija board constructed out of newspaper clippings glued to the back of a ceral box. Seems only to communicate with a dead (though friendly) Toledo, Ohio, car mechanic named Frank, who died in 1979 and knows very little about life outside mundane Mid-West America.

No words. No words at all.

[sinisternocturne]

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