#thegrapesdepression

[aptlyattorney]

@thegrapesdepression​  called his son at work:

"... Well, I was going to tell a joke, Mr. Grumpy Pants, but it sounds like someone isn't in the mood for a cold call. “

“While I’ve learned to really chuckle at your wonderfully bad jokes,  I’m in the middle of licking my wounds right now.”

“ Let me get away for a second- Everything alright?”

[azazelthewatcher]

@thegrapesdepression​ liked for a starter

Look, I am sorry that you spilled your soup because of me - but I think I did safe you from making a major mistake. Those noodles are salty as hell.

Azazel had only once made the mistake of eating noodles from that specific store. Never again would he repeat the same mistake.

I can treat you to something else, if you want. You know, as an excuse for spilling your soup.

[itsgottabethebutz]

There's a note at the bottom of the hole

Do you want to see your friend alive again, Phoenix Wright? Come to this address. Oh, and don’t even dare call the police or he’ll be dead before you even get here.

The Manipulator

There’s a bit of blood in the note. Could that be Apollo’s?

Nick...Nick!! Nick, you gotta see this! We gotta go, now!

[crossed--fates]

I wanted to make a GT Style fake screenshot of that scene lmao

[altruistic-attorney]

(thegrapesdepression) "Brother. Why are you spreading these lies about dogs and our sexual history."

“You see, brother. I said nothing about our sexual history, that was all Krissy. Meanwhile, Vongole enjoyed me sneaking into Kris’ apartment and calling her a virgin, we were having a swell-ass time, don’t believe the Gavin Propaganda, or what he’s told Edgeworth.”

[prodigyxprosecutor]

@thegrapesdepression

[devildefense]

@thegrapesdepression

          “Mr. Wright, are you home? I’m coming in!”

The door is unlocked.

He lets himself straight in and steps inside the so-called Wright ‘Talent Agency’, noting just how cluttered it is compared to his own office. Placing his umbrella down by the doorway, Kristoph searches around for any signs of life, quietly observing the area as he steps into the, er... Living space? Storage area? Music room? He’s not terribly sure what to call it, and he shan’t even ask. 

It is such a terrible pity, he thinks, for this was once a very respectable Law Office in its own right. Now it is reduced to little more than fake spaghetti and all manner of different theatrical props, at which he crinkles his nose in disgust for the sheer tackiness of it all.

Ah -- there he is.

The attorney moves toward the sleeping figure slumped across one of the couches, and  ( quite forcefully, too )  nudges Phoenix in the leg with the toe of his boot, hoping to rouse him from his slumber.

.          “Wake up, Wright. You were meant to meet             me a whole hour ago!”

Tch. Some friend, huh?

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

@thegrapesdepression

Phoenix was used to strange things happening around him. After all, he was usually the perpetrator. But now, sitting inside a discarded soda can on the road in the dark, he was starting to get the feeling that something truly unusual had taken place. 

‘This isn’t home... This isn’t even close.’ 

He could feel it; something was way off. But that wasn’t important now. There was something far more pressing to be taken care of.

Nearby, laying under a pool of orange street light, was the body of a man. It was apparent from the start, but a quick look into the other world confirmed it; he was dead. And recently, too. The dark stain on his beanie was only starting to form. 

Summoning his strength, Phoenix rolled the soda can he was in towards the dead body, then reached out a hand and entered it. As usual, he was a little shy, at first.

‘H...Hello? Can you hear me?”