#ESCAPE OF THE PHOENIX
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nortsauce · 4 months ago
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Hey best friend, lets see those molars
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sinlizards · 1 year ago
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[ID: Digital illustration of Phoenix Wright, Akane Kurashiki, and Kaname Date from the shoulders up on a white background. End ID]
minmaxing my breaks inbetween commission work by drawing all 3 of my favorite freaks in one powerful blast
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steakkid · 26 days ago
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Gumwright........ for me....... as a treat....
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brodorokihousuke · 11 days ago
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Knowing that Phoenix is a big figure legally, I always liked to imagine the situation where Dhurke, pre-SoJ, got in contact with him to discuss very serious and professional legal matters.
I also imagine that, because Dhurke doesn't want to leave ANY sort of paper trail or anything leading to Apollo, he just never looked him up. And happened to never see anything about him. idk, he's just conveniently ignorant in this situation.
And this, then, culminates in the situation where Apollo arrives for work, only to be told by Trucy that "Daddy is talking to a real important person in his office!" and to not interrupt, which... whatever, that's a normal situation, Apollo thinks. Goes off to his own office or desk or whatever. Only to be called in by Wright because he wants to introduce his junior partners to this important guy.
Apollo walks in.
stops. locks eyes with Dhurke.
Apollo walks out.
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science-lings · 7 months ago
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"A Magician never reveals her secrets!" is the rule but Trucy's family has always been completely made up of other magicians. They've taught her all she knows, cards and throwing knives and sawing people in half and how to smile no matter what. So she may call Phoenix 'daddy' pretty much immediately but when she starts really thinking about him as her family is when she starts to teach him some magic.
She can tell that he's already a bit of a performer as well, his false smiles are practiced and perfected, he appreciates some theatrics, he knows the security that comes with an act. He's her father now, so she teaches him some sleight of hand and how to throw knives so he stops coming back from work all bruised from a card game gone wrong.
Just... the Wrights being a completely in-sync duo who above all, are performers, acting out the life they want others to think that they have. They have smiling iron masks that can only be seen through by each other and they're all each other has.
Phoenix didn't adopt Apollo when he figured out his parentage, no, he figured it was too late when Trucy started making him her magical assistant.
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cosmosrebellion · 8 months ago
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Shout out to visual novel protagonist who are just anxious little dudes constantly on their nerves. We stan protags who are constantly going through it.
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handsometimr · 1 year ago
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my piece for the wright anything agency zine! (@/aatwtwaa_zine) ft. a crossover between ghost trick, danganronpa and zero escape. you can find the full zine on the twt account!
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crow-aeris · 6 months ago
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More of my little phoenix!tim au, much thanks to @king-chimaera for the ideas and help wrangling the plot line :3
(I really need a name for this thing, and ideas would be much appreciated 😔)
Part 1 can be found here
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When Tim wakes up, he’s somewhere dark. Dim… Empty…
An odd feeling tugs at the back of his brain but he doesn’t know why. When he tries to move, he can hear something rusting and clinking. He frowns and tries to see where the sound was coming from, but it seemed to only come when he moves?
Tim huffs in irritation, pulling his wings coser to himself to try and see what was happening. The light from his feathers was faint, but it was good enough. There was something that attached his wrists, and following the rope, Tim’s eyes were drawn to the wall. He was on a bed of some sort, but it was small, soft, and piled on with blankets?
This wasn’t- this wasn’t his bed! and these- these weren’t his clothes either. In fact, this wasn’t his room, his house, his- his anything! Was- did- did he get kidnapped?!
A panicked sound escapes his throat as Tim pulls at the rope, his breathing quickening as blood rushes to his ears.
God, he knew this was going to happen! Mom had even reminded him before she and dad left for Ecuador! He was- why did he have to be so STUPID?
Plus, why would his kidnappers dress him in something so light, put him on a bed, and chain him down? They- they must want to keep a pretty little birdy they found as a pet, or- or- or even- or even worse, they want to- god, what if that wanted to-
Tim gags, feeling bile burn at the back of his throat as he yanked harder on the rope.
He was hyperventilating- no, he needed to stop. He needs to slow. Down!
But his thoughts jump to the worst-possible scenarios, of hands touching and touching and touching-
He’s heard the stories from the working girl near where Robin- oh god, Jason. If Tim’s here, that means he wasn’t able to bring Robin back, and he failed- of how absolutely vile some men were. Tim- Tim doesn’t want to go through that. He does not. Tim was young, be he wasn’t naive.
He needs to leave. Now. Or else he’ll never get to go home… He’s heard the statistics, and he knows that the instant his kidnappers grow bored of him, then they’ll try and kill him but realize that he can’t die, and Tim knows three people off the top of his head who would love to live forever, and that’s- that’s not a life he wants.
Now, he has to think.
He sucks in a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and properly assess the situation.
Okay. He was in a dark room, roughly 8 by 9 feet with a ceiling 7 feet tall. The door was on the wall opposite of the bed, which was centered and pushed flush against the wall. The bed itself was almost bowl-like? Which was extremely weird, but it was almost the size of a queen size bed. The ceiling had one of those boob lights he forgets the name of, meaning wherever his kidnappers were keeping him had electricity.
His clothes were loose, looking middle-eastern of origin. His shirt had two slits in the back that allowed for his wings to stick through. There was some wiggle room, so that may come in handy… Tim lifts his wings and flares them open to try and get more light in the room. To his right was what seemed like a window covered with curtains. The curtains didn’t look particularly thick, wich meant that the darkness was likely because it was nighttime.
In the dark, Tim’s wings would put him at an extreme disadvantage, what with the glowing and whatnot, but maybe…
He gnawed thoughtfully on his lip, narrowing his eyes in concentration as he tried to pull his wings into his shirt. It might be thin, but it would greatly help decrease the light he’s giving off.
Tim takes a deep breath and feels around his wrists. His hands were individually bound by rope, which still allowed him a great range of movement. He pushes a finger against the base of the knot, working his way upward to feel out roughly how the thing was tied. Light would be great right now, but Tim couldn’t be bothered to maneuver his wings back out. Instead, he leans forward, using his teeth to hold the rope in place while his other hand slowly but surely loosens the rope until he’s able to free his left hand. His right hand was significantly harder on account of his left being his nondominant hand, but Tim manages.
He suffles out of the strangely shaped bed, slowly and deliberately making his way toward the door. There was a singular, smooth, round knob that lacked a distinctive key hole. The rest of the door was smooth too, not a single latch or locking mechanism in sight. That means, either the locks were on the outside- trapping him in like a prisoner, or worse, a pet- or whoever was keeping him didn’t bother to place him in a locked room at all, whoch would be stupid.
Turns out, his kidnapper was not stupid. Tim had tried to twist the knob open quietly, but it refused to budge.
Damnit.
Okay, what else can he try? Robin has gotten out of plenty situations before- so surely Tim can too! (he ignores that Robin ad Batman, while he was painfully, painfully, alone.)
Okay, so what else could he try?
Well, he couldn’t hear any sound from the otherside of the door, which probably meant that there were no guards posted. There was a small gap between the door and the wall, but if only he had a card or something on hand, then that would be amazing.
He trails around the perimeter of the room before reaching the windows. Pushing aside the curtains, he carefully examines the glass. Outside was dark, but he can still see shapes moving below. If he was to smash the glass and escape, then he’d be spotted and that would be no good. So, without anything new, Tim returns to the door.
Now, as he moves his hand to the other side of the door, he feels… hinges.
Gears begin to twist in his head as time experimentally knocks on the door… No response.
Okay, now he can set to work. Hinges mean hinge pins, and hinge pins can be removed. This was going to be painful, but Tim won’t die from it.
So, he grits his teeth, and wedges his thumb nail under the first hinge pin.
It hurts. God, it hurt so fucking much. Warm blood trips down his hand as his nail was being torn away from the nailbed, but the constant warm tingling continued to heal all damage done.
He flinches as the first hinge pin pops out eventually, sucking in deep, laboured breaths as sweat beaded his forehead. Regardless, Tim licked his lips anxiously and decides to use his other hand for the remaining hinge.
The last pin was removed after almost thirty seconds of slow, and painful, pushing. Tim wheezes as the last pin popped out, blinking away the tears in his eyes and swallowing back the sob that built in his throat. It hurts, even with the healing, but he needed to press forward.
He needs to find Jason.
Tim gradually wiggles the door bit by bit until he slips it out of the doorframe, his arms protesting and aching at the strain. Despite this, he can’t help the rush of euphoria at the promise of freedom!
The phoenix snares his bottom lip in between his teeth. Finally- FINALLY!
He can taste freedom and hope dance across his tongue, soaring through his chest as hs gently and soundlessly sets the door down on the ground. Tim sucks in a breath, giddy with glee, and as he ducks out of the open doorframe-
He’s bathed in light.
“GAH!” he yelps, jerking back at the sudden change in light, his feet catching on something before sending him down-down-down.
The wind was knocked from his chest, the hope rising in his chest was swiftly quashed as he blinked open tear-filled eyes, Above him loomed a man with searingly green irises and an intrigued and amused expression. Behind him stood rows upon rows of dark-clad people, and Tim felt dread pool in his gut.
“Well done, Timothy,” the man says slowly, the words creeping like insect legs inching along his back, “You are truly something to behold.”
And as he was hoisted to his feet, Tim couldn’t help but feel as if his fate was being sealed.
…How was he going to find Jason now?
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project-sekai-facts · 26 days ago
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do u think this event could beat tone played on that day?
I'm not gonna be able to check the event leaderboard until after its ended, but tone had a T1 of 380 million, so compare that to the leaderboard and factor in that there's only an hour of thorns left
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mieutwo · 2 years ago
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merry cursemas
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sinlizards · 2 years ago
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did you know you can just make your favorite little guys hang out and be friends and no one can stop you
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quinloki · 2 months ago
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I'm having auch a strong craving for yandere Marco today. Just imagine he is always calm and collected outside the room, but when he is with you he is showing his true self. His phoenix, his behaviour. He will make sure his little bird understands his feelings.
I love the idea of no one believing you that Marco is unhinged as hell - it's a similar headcanon I have for yandere Shanks - they're just too smooth, too well-established, and too in control.
Marco deflected all the concerns you laid before Pops, and even got you to admit that you love him, and now no one listens to you. You hold his hand, and stay by his side outside the room, but only because it makes your time in the room easier.
Inside the room you have the unique privilege of knowing Marco AND the Phoenix. The desperately protective, and powerfully needy beast beneath the surface. You wonder sometimes if Marco wouldn't have this side to him at all if not for the fruit.
But there's no way to separate the two, and as trapped as you are, you understand that it could be worse, so much worse. The Phoenix doesn't hurt you, it soothes all your aches and pains and licks the sweat and slick and tears from your skin as it makes you cum over and over. Marco devours your loudest cries, and so the crew only hear the sweet mewling purrs of your exhaustion-laden orgasms - too tired to truly wail.
The legendary beast mates for life, and he's going to make sure you have the longest possible life together.
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tenmyoujump · 5 months ago
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[video transcript: Edgeworth, pointing: Wright... what *is* that? Phoenix, abashed: It's... a funyarinpa? Phoenix, holding a document: See, I mean, it toooootally looks like one... here, and here... Edgeworth, slamming desk: What the hell is a funyarinpa? Phoenix, sweating: What do you mean, "what the hell is a funyarinpa"? Phoenix, thinking: You mean... you don't know? Edgeworth, crossing his arms: How the hell would I know? Phoenix, slamming desk: How could you *not* know? Phoenix, pointing: That... that's practically blasphemous! Phoenix, yelling: Say you're sorry! Apologize to the funyarinpa! Phoenix, shaking his head: Goodness, you are such a rude man! Edgeworth, in shock: Wright, are you just screwing around? /end description.]
aa7 will have a case on the titanic trust me i work at capcom
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labrat8899 · 1 month ago
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IS THAT A FUCKING DL-6 REFERENCE IN THIS VIDEO?!?
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turnaboutstar · 28 days ago
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yeah I've been joking and being silly about their relationship but genuinely I feel so bad for him he cared about kristoph alot even though probably wasn't the best to do that he probably knows that
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science-lings · 7 months ago
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I love that capcom made Phoenix Wright an art/theater student with a hot pink sweater and the main motivating factor to become a lawyer being to follow a man and won’t just say he’s queer because it’s so obvious. He’s been in one single romantic relationship with a woman and never dated again just so that he could have room for plenty of gay subtext. I think at this point if he dated a woman in canon it would instantly kill half of the fanbase including me. There would be actual riots. No one would be civil about it.
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