GOTCHA!

Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies Apollo Justice RP blog. Currently settled PostAA5!Timeline, a little after case 5, so is not spoiler!free. Blog might contain nsfw. Also mun multiships like a fricker. Back to the Wright Anything Agency. [Sidebar]

[headlessknight]

Playing Ace Attorney and it’s like

and I’m like

[solemjustitiae]

… Is that a cat?

[vausskyliner]

I should claw your leg off, kiddo.

But instead all I want is to be petted… And have a shower.

[solemjustitiae]

I have a cat named Mikeko. I know how to survive to clawing. [He grins and pets the cat's head softly, unable to resist. Cat person, this one.]

Can't help with the shower, but I can pet for a bit.

[solemjustitiae]

... Is that a cat?

[solemjustitiae]

Zzzzzzzzzz...

[solemjustitiae]

((Okay, weekend was pretty hectic. I forgot an important baby rule, but I got quite the "loud" reminder.

The "let's cry all night long" rule.))

[solemjustitiae]

((Not having a stable internet connection sucks))

[galacticterran-blog]

Claaaaaaaaaaay! [He saluted] ((couldn't resist))

"AAahhn ~A-Apollo… Don’t say my name…" Clay was reduced to a quivering wreck on the floor of his apartment… Right now the astronaut had begun to regret giving him the spare key. ((haha dont feel regret Ive been laughing my ass off the whole time yo XD))

[galacticterran-blog]

He was grateful as Apollo stopped himself from saying his name, he wasn’t sure how long his body was going to hold out if this continued to persist…. /Just 24 hours to go/ he kept telling himself as he clung to his best friend who despite not saying anything knew full well what was happening to his body. The slight blush on his face proved that. 

"Hit with an… M!A…. This really sucks…"

[solemjustitiae]

Oh. The magic anons. [Apollo understood... or, well, tried to. He still didn't get what kind of spell was Clay under. Even if he had seen what he had seen. He just knew his friend was under a spell. Apollo patted Clay's back, reminding himself not to say his name.]

How long will this last?

[ghostlypikachu-deactivated20140]

the only nail polish that matters

[chaoticnebu]

it’s clay’s nailpolish

[shoutanyaizawa]

I’m so upset with my friend rn:

“OH MY GOD WHAT IF STARBUCK HAD CLAY ASHES WHEN HE WENT TO SPACE AT THE END OF THE GAME SO HE COULD SPREAD HIS ASHES IN SPACE SO THAT CLAY REALLY GOT TO GO TO SPACE”

[persephoneslesbians]

Texting meme

Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

Send ☎ for a rushed text

Send ☏ for a loving text

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

Send ø for a late night text

Send ✘ for a hateful text

[solemjustitiae]

... Everyone seems to know that Oldbag lady.

[dumbass-twunk]

Reblog if you live in Europe

I’m really curious about what the distribution of tumblr users looks like worldwide…

Australia/New Zealand  North America  South America  Africa  Asia  (Antarctica???)

[sweetcroc]

if no ones done this before im going 2 be severely disappointed

[askstalkeroldbag-deactivated201]

M!A: Turn into Mia Fey for one day.

"Huh… sure! I want to see who this Fey person is!"

*POOF*

"………………."

"OH LOOK AT ME AND MY BIG MELONS! I WONDER WHAT EDGEY-POO WILL THINK OF ME? OH, AND BACK THEN I USED TO HAVE BIG ONES, AND BOYS WOULD FLIRT AROUND ME AND THEN I ALWAYS GOT A HUGE MOB OF BOYS SURROUNDING ME AND I WAS POPULAR, THEN I HAD TO MOVE SCHOOLS, AND IT WAS REALLY REALLY REALLY SAD!……."

[turnaboutdefenseattorney]

"Hey Chief! How are things?"

"Oh hello there whippersnapper! What do you want? And who are you?"

[turnaboutdefenseattorney]

"Huh, w-whippersnapper? Mia, you know me. Its Phoenix Wright, you taught me the ropes of being a lawyer."

[solemjustitiae]

((Here I think Apollo would've cooked for Nick and Trucy before he realized they both could actually manage to survive. Nick at least.

They had a good laugh having him as the chef.))

[cykedpsychology-deactivated2015]

Late Polly!

solemjustitiae started following you

[cykedpsychology-deactivated2015]

For the first time ever, Athena was the first one to arrive at the agency. She could only idle around. Apparently Trucy and Mr. Wright were still asleep, though that was the normal routine. Just then, she heard the door open. It was none other than Apollo, who looked like he was tired or something. There was one obvious thing to do….

"Apollo…! Your late! For the first time! Now then… as your punishment…." She paused before continuing, "You gotta cook breakfast!" She finished the sentence with a giggle.

[solemjustitiae]

WHAT? 

[He shook his head. Nope.] Didn't you have breakfast at your OWN place, Athena? I'm not the agency's chef. Even if I was once-

(... maybe I should've kept that one quiet.)

[galacticterran-blog]

Claaaaaaaaaaay! [He saluted] ((couldn't resist))

"AAahhn ~A-Apollo… Don’t say my name…" Clay was reduced to a quivering wreck on the floor of his apartment… Right now the astronaut had begun to regret giving him the spare key. ((haha dont feel regret Ive been laughing my ass off the whole time yo XD))

[galacticterran-blog]

"Can’t help ….it, Clay’s /oh shit!!/" That had done it, he’d uttered his own name by mistake as he’d also been unable to not refer to himself in the third person causing him to come once more, his body trembling, all he could do was bite down on his lower lip to stifle the moan that was trying to escape…. his breathing was ragged as he tried to ride out the wave of pleasure that had once more rendered him unable to move, this had happened a lot and quite frankly he was exhausted. "Don’t wan’t this…"

[solemjustitiae]

[Apollo just covered his face, for this was an... um, new situation for him -he was like his boss... in this sense. Yet. Unbelieavable.- He didn't know what his friend was going through, but, well, it sounded like it sounded. And it didn't look like Clay was enjoying th- nevermind.

And it wasn't like Apollo was going to ask "are you having orgasms?" So he could only come with:]

U-um, Cl- [he covered his mouth in time, feeling the awkwardness rise. And what was with the room's temperature?] What happened to you? If you can't say your name, just point to your chest... [He placed an arm on Clay's shoulder, trying to help him to get up. Screw it.]