#phoenixposting

[phoenixwright-theoneandonly]

Miles Edgeworth Appreciation #3:

I love that he wears a red suit. Nobody wears a red suit. Especially not men. He specifically chose red just so that he can be the gayest person in any room he walks into. And you know he didn't get it from the von Karmas because they're blue. He's just an absolute girlboss and I love it.

[transmascphoenixwright]

adult, disabled, white, russian, tme. we are a system, we use we/I interchangeably. as of now we collectively identify as nonbinary. you can call us nathan or nikatan, collective pronouns: they/xe

we love learning languages (English is on B2-C1 level, currently learning German and Japanese), drawing, dancing and singing

ask us about our plurality and/or alterhumanity!

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#nikatan.txt - my posts (previously #my posts)

#phoenixposting - roleplay

#kin tag - everything kin related

#multiplying tag - everything plurality related

#blorbo №1 tag - phoenix wright

#kay tag - kay faraday

#trucy tag - trucy wright

#ntdraws - art tag

#archive - archiving posts of my friends that might be terminated/that deleted their blogs

#my headcanons, #bookmark, #fave, #winter, #green - self explanatory

#mind - something I feel might I might have seen in my headspace

#maya repellent - posts I don't want maya to see

there are two types of tags for particular headmates posting: an emoji tag and a name+tag tag, I might list them here later

my main fandom is ace attorney, some others are bnha and fma

I strongly prefer original trilogy and I like aai, haven't watched tgaa walkthrough yet

main character kins (most of them double as fictives):

phoenix wright || kay faraday || dahlia hawthorne || ochako uraraka || trucy wright || satan (obey me) || beelzebub (obey me)

main non-character kins: dog || wolf || cow || robot

characters very dear to me (some of them double as fictives):

mia fey || maya fey || franziska von karma || jake marshall || tenya & tensei iida || himiko toga || thor (marvel) || belphegor (obey me) || heymans breda || edward elric || alphonse elric

[be4utiful4byss]

thgwre’s a beautiful woman in my house

[v4mpgrrl-archived]

so for all of turnabout samurai was edgeworth just internally geeking out orrr . Watching maya go hiiii^_^ to will powers with clenched fists green with envy</3

[tazzymcclazzy]

yall whats a synonym for horny where i want to lay in someones lap and wrap my arms around their waist and have them just pet me all over and say everything i want to hear in that perfect voice of theirs and just be their dog for a little bit. whats a synonym for horny that isnt inherently sexual but essentially intimate. i want to just be their dog. only theirs and nothing else. i want to just lay there and feel their skin on mine and their hands running through my fur and i want to not have to think or talk or do anything but what they tell me to do. i want to turn my brain off and focus on nothing but their touch and their voice i want to be their dog why cant i just be their dog

[aurochsent]

happy sunday fuckers, guess who's actually coming up with enough stuff to post like 5 paragraphs on a weekly basis. or 6 I guess. yeah whatever we all know no one's counting anymore. anyways we just thought everyone should see the magnificent bit of context we have for the events of cinna's post

for the other side: => KALRIN

tagged, of course, by @kalvin-brnine and tagging uhhhh dude idk anyone else on here who writes. @oriigami cmon jonny you're all I've got

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“OKAY, GO!” Kalrin yells. They back away from you, pointing in a direction slightly left of the door. “RUN THAT WAY, DO NOT GET A CONCUSSION, FAKE FOR THE WOODS IF IT BLOCKS YOU, AND DO NOT STOP UNTIL YOU ARE OFF THE CLIFF! WHEN IN DOUBT KEEP MOVING!”

You are already moving by the time Kalrin says “run”. 

This turns out to be a mistake. 

The first thing that you do is the first thing you always do when you are running from a threat to your life: as soon as the door is open, you kick off from the ground with force just shy of denting the floorboards, aiming to fling yourself over the edge of the porch and into open air where you can maneuver freely. 

In the execution of this move, you fail to account for many things. 

You lunge forward. The ball of your foot presses into the floor, and you realize that the level of strength is different - you have to push a little harder. You adjust, eyes narrowing, feeling for the moment of satisfaction where you are balanced perfectly on that one point, every ounce of pressure focused such that it will propel you cleanly in one direction. You feel it build; you aim through the open door to the bird-free side, launch yourself with all your strength, and slam right through the porch rail with all the grace of a cannonball. 

In the instant that follows, you realize that you are a massive dumbass. That might sting more than the shower of wood splinters following you down. You have no idea when the last time you got flung through solid wood was. You cannot even tell if it scraped against you hard enough to matter. You also have no time to worry about it before you remember that you did achieve your dumbass goal, and now you are freefalling through open air with only a few feet left to go.

It is as if in slow motion that you, twisting Kalrin’s upper body around in a desperate attempt to control how you land, see the precise moment when the Phoenix locks its eyes onto you. 

Then you hit the ground. 

….

….

….

Awareness comes back in like a smash cut from a black screen. 

You wake up with your eyes already open. Everything hurts. The sky is wide, feathery white, dipping and folding and wavering above you. There is a siren-wail in the air that is making your ears ring even through the unbelievable pressure in them. Searing pain rips through every part of you, blistering and boiling and you feel like your skin is splitting open, like the strands of your muscles will wither and snap from the heat. Your skin feels like it is on fire. Your ribcage feels like it is burning up from the inside out. Your head feels like it has been split open and set on fire. 

It occurs to you that your head actually was split open, and most of you is currently on fire. 

The smell of the smoke and the crackling sound of flame finally fades in around you. It occurs to you that you have lit everything that you landed on, on fire. Something glossy and sharp flashes into your field of view. You successfully identify it as the beak of the phoenix, parted just barely for the release of a seemingly-never-ending scream. It tilts its head to eye your supine form.

Oh gods, you are so fucked. 

[ladyinsertnamehere]

[paradisefirebird]

Not to namedrop or anything, but Swan can fight me in the pit