#apolo justice

[drakkonyan]

Actually the ace attorney Fandom is the only one to understand the original media.

It's not about laws. It's not about justice and injustice. It's not about how the system is corrupted and the only way to fight it is the power of friendship and this gun I found. It's not about the importance of found family. It's not about faking it till making it and bullshit ting your way to the top.

Hell, it's not even about homosexuality.

It's about how being extra dramatic while arguing and shouting "OBJECTION!" out loud it's fun as FUCK.

[daiwild]

there is something really amazing about ships where one character is model status and the other character Just Isn't. an angel dies whenever someone prettifies a conventionally unattractive character.

[mailperson]

I have a soft spot for AA4, but admittedly Klavier Gavin suffers hard as a prosecutor from the game only being 4 episodes. Kinda rushed to make an identity in a shorter game. Edgeworth and Gumshoe (and to a degree Franziska) had the luxury of the full original trilogy (and investigations) to make an identities for themselves as the prosecutorial team in a way that none of the members of the prosecutor’s office get to in AA4-6. Ema also gets to cement her place in the narrative a bit stronger by having debuted earlier as well.

I get they were going for a more friendly approach with Klavier to differentiate from Edgeworth, but I don’t think it’s ever really played into strongly enough to make a mark. Him being a bit condescending could’ve been emphasized a bit more with the lens of it coming from a place of genuine care or intrigue for/about Apollo.

If the game drew a bit more attention to a version of Klavier that puts on the air of wanting to help Apollo while always acting like he knows better it would’ve also given him a bit more staying power in the last case. The last case of AA4 really stresses how little Klavier understood about the past and his relationship with both his career and his brother, and it could’ve made a touch more of an impact. Forcing him to confront how he treats others would also have given him a strong parallel to Edgeworth’s arc in the first game while still having his own niche.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"I'm surprised." Miles said gracefully as if it was an apropriate conversation starter to use on one's superior sister while taking both her and her girlfriend home in his red abomination of a car. "I thought you would have complained when Phoenix asked to taste your food before you had even started to eat."

"I saw no reason to that. He is still as fool as he was last time I saw him."

Maya, who was specially beutifull today (she was always beutifull but she was even more when she got to see everyone reunited and her eyes shinned happily), said "Well, I'm happy you didn't. He apparently started doing this after losing his badge and never stoped, we don't exactally know why."

Fransiska stopped at that.

"Wait... you don't? I can understand Maya, she is in a totally diferent line of work, but, little brother, you're dumber than I thought."

The wish to understand what was afflicting the man he loved barely won against the wish to enter into a petty sibbling fight. He and Fransiska might have been closer and in great terms for years now but rediscovering bickery was half the process. "Cut to the point, Zisca."

She rolled her eyes.

"Wright is just being his self-sacrificing foolish self but in a different way." No response. They were not getting yet. She assumed a more serius tone. "I have a friend in the FBI that does the same thing, he doesn't have the equipament and even if he had it takes too long and it would be too weird in a casual meeting, the difference is that he offers a bite of his food for someone he doesn't care as much about before eating, same thing, different aproachs." Maya eyes were streightened, suspicious. Miles was serius, the gears on his brain turning. They would figure out soon without Fransiska having to spill it out for them, but she was an attorney and giving big revelations was a part of the job, she knew to well to stop now. You can't let things open to interpretation on trial. "That's to say, that when he does that he is checkin for poison."

[odyssean-flower]

The Chief Justice and the Worst Painter in Fontaine Chapter 3: The Chief Justice, the Painter, and the Otters

summary: It was supposed to be your time to relax and get in touch with your (extremely) buried creative side…but then your boss showed up. Masterpost here

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 (Bonus Scenes) || Chapter 4

The week seemed to pass by at a crawl. You found yourself looking at the clock frequently and tapping your feet. You got scolded more than once for being distracted. When Sedene delivered Neuvillette's note to you that Friday, you surprised even yourself with how eagerly you took it from her.

However, confusion replaced excitement when you read the note.

We will be going underwater tomorrow.

Some of your coworkers dived in their spare time, but you yourself had never done it. You could barely even swim. What did Neuvillette mean by this?

Except for the meeting spot, there was no other information. Not even instructions to bring spare clothes. 

Maybe this is a euphemism for killing me after I shouted at him, you thought half-jokingly.

By now, you knew that Neuvillette wouldn't do such a thing. But, just in case, you wrote a note for your roommate and put it in your drawer. 

You went to the designated location the next day. Your stomach was filled with butterflies, and your arms were filled with your painting supplies. Come to think of it, how were you even going to paint underwater? 

Neuvillette was already there, as always. He was wearing his usual clothes. There were no diving suits or anything that could be remotely used for diving in sight. 

"Hello, Monsieur Neuvillette," you greeted him like normal. "Are we not going diving today?"

"We are indeed going to go underwater today, but not by diving."

"Going underwater...but not diving?" you repeated, confused. 

Neuvillette saw the confusion on your face, and a small wrinkle appeared between his brows. "I'm sorry, I can't explain it in any more detail than that. But I assure you that it will be completely safe. Although, you are free to decline if you wish. I won't mind." 

I don't know why, but I feel like he would mind if I refused, you thought, and happened to glance up at the sky. It was a brilliant blue before, but now you could see white clouds slowly drifting across it.

You pondered. Going underwater without any aids seemed like a surefire way to die, but you were going to be with Neuvillette.

It was funny. You still didn't know anything more about him that you hadn't already known before you two started spending time together. And yet, you instinctively knew that you would never be harmed as long as you were with him.

And besides, going around Fontaine had awakened the spirit of exploration within you. You weren't about to quit your job and become an adventurer anytime soon, but the chance to see the underwater world for the first time...you couldn't let that get away from you.

You nodded eagerly and stepped closer to him. "Yes, I would love to go underwater! Although, I'm really not a strong swimmer, so I'm afraid you'll have to look after me a lot."

Perhaps it was the shadows of the (rapidly receding) clouds playing tricks on your eyes, but you could have sworn that Neuvillette's lips curved into a smile. "I'm perfectly fine with that. And there's no need to worry, you won't be required to swim."

Not required to swim? Just how were you getting underwater? As if he read your mind, Neuvillette said, "Please allow me to carry you in my arms."

"Okay?" Did you just hear him right?

He seemed to take that as agreement and lifted you into his arms easily. He must be stronger than he looked. You nearly dropped your things. His face was suddenly very close to yours, and you had the urge to bury your face in your hands. An attractive person looking at you so closely was not good for your health.

"I-um-I...what...um...sir..." you babbled like an idiot. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that you would be held in the Chief Justice's arms. 

"My apologies, I startled you. But don't worry, it won't be for long," Neuvillette informed you. Wow, his pupils really are slitted, your brain thought idly, as though to prevent itself from spontaneously combusting by distracting itself from the current situation. 

He slowly stepped forward into the water. "I hate to make more requests of you, but could I have you close your eyes? It will make this a bit easier for both of us."

How would I closing my eyes make it easier for him, you wondered, but obliged. You didn't think you could handle staring at his face so closely for any longer.

Neuvillette walked forward a few more steps. Before long, you felt coldness surround your feet, then your calves, and slowly rise upwards to your waist. Your clothes didn't feel wet, strangely enough. 

As the water came up to your chest, and soon, your neck, you held your breath. You did trust Neuvillette, but anyone would feel a little bit of panic at the prospect of going underwater, right?

You feel the water caressing your cheeks, then rubbing against your temples, before covering the top of your head. You were underwater now. Though you couldn't see anything with your eyes closed, you could sense that it wasn't completely dark.

The two of you were going somewhere. You hoped it was close by because you weren't sure how long you could hold your breath for. You could feel the cool currents of water rushing past you, though they weren't as bone-chilling as you expected. You were moving pretty fast--was Neuvillette swimming? Somehow, you just couldn't imagine the elegant Chief Justice doing something like that. Maybe that was why he asked you to close your eyes? Probably not.

Your head was starting to hurt. You needed to take a breath. Bracing yourself to breathe in water, you exhaled--and nearly gasped in surprise. You were breathing normally like you were on land. What was going on? You didn't dare open your mouth to speak, though.

Eventually, Neuvillette slowed down. It seemed that he had reached his destination. There was a brief resistance like he was pushing through something, and then you were inside some sort of building.

"You can open your eyes now," he said, and gently let you down. You slowly opened your eyes, and your breath caught. He had taken you inside a round, gazebo-like building. At first, you thought it had full-length windows on all sides, but when you looked closer, you saw that the "glass" was wavering like water. The inside of the building was perfectly dry and tastefully furnished with bookshelves, a rug, and tables. There was even a gramophone. 

"This is an observatory built by researchers," Neuvillette explained. "It's currently unused by anyone, so I thought that it would be a perfect place for you to paint."

"It really is..." you said, and then suddenly realized something. "It's incredible."

The outside was even more fantastical than what you've seen in pictures. The surroundings were cast in a dreamy blue light. Fish swam through kelp and coral formations like birds flitting between the branches of a tree. The white sand at the bottom glittered in the sunlight that filtered down. It was like you were on land, but everything was more...magical. Even the crates and pottery scattered around and half-buried in the sand looked like precious treasure chests.

You were so distracted by your surroundings that you belatedly realized that your clothing and things were completely dry. You were also able to breathe normally earlier. Was this Neuvillette's doing?

"Um, Monsieur Neuvillette, were you the one who kept me dry on the way here?"

"Ah," Neuvillette looked awkward all of a sudden. His gaze wandered around slightly. "Well, as the Chief Justice of Fontaine, having such powers is a necessary part of my job. And I made a promise to you that I have every intention of keeping."

He nodded, like that was supposed to be convincing. It wasn't.

How? You wondered, but decided not to press him on it. Everyone in Fontaine knew that the Chief Justice was hundreds of years old. There were many theories about who or what he was, but someone as long-lived as him would most likely have some kind of power. You were just a lowly desk worker without even a Vision, so there was no real reason for you to know his true identity or anything. 

Still, the fact that an ancient, powerful being like him would spend his time on you, even using his powers to help you with something as trivial as your hobbies...you felt something warm and indescribable well up inside your chest.

He did so much for you out of the kindness of his heart. You wanted to repay him with what little you had. An idea was forming in your head.

You set up your easel and paints and got to work. All of the paintings you painted until now were neatly stored away in your apartment, never seeing the light of day again, but this one will be special.

Though it was cool in that underwater observatory, your forehead was damp with sweat from concentration. You could picture the underwater scenery perfectly in your head, but it wasn't quite transferring onto the canvas in the way you hoped. It was so frustrating that you felt like crying, but you couldn't stop.

You discovered something new about yourself--you enjoyed the challenge. Perhaps it was honed from having to meet your superiors' exacting standards over and over again. (Wasn't this supposed to be my relaxation time away from work, a part of your brain wondered). 

As you painted, you could feel Neuvillette pacing around, throwing glances at you frequently. It was strange, he was usually so still as you painted. Perhaps being underwater made him restless. You felt bad that you couldn't divide your concentration well enough to talk with him as you worked. He must be feeling bored. 

That realization hit you surprisingly hard. You'd felt similar feelings before, but there was something deeper to it this time. More than a subordinate worrying about disappointing their boss. What was it?

You decided not to probe those feelings any further. It felt like you were crossing a line.

You finally put on the finishing touches and stepped back. Now you needed to wait about half an hour for it to dry. Feeling shy about showing it to Neuvillette before it was ready, you found a blanket on one of the couches and threw it over your painting. 

Neuvillette saw what you did. His brow furrowed in confusion. "May I ask you why you covered your painting? Forgive my forwardness, but I was quite looking forward to seeing it."

"I want to wait until it dries before showing it to you," you put on your best, most innocent smile despite the butterflies in your stomach. Neuvillette's eyes widened slightly and he took a few steps back. Was your smile that horrible?

Electing to ignore that bruise to your ego, you changed the topic. "Monsieur Neuvillette, I would really love to see the underwater world more. Could you please accompany me outside? I-If it's okay with you, of course."

You wanted to kick yourself for being so presumptuous, but that was the first thing that came to mind. 

"Yes, of course. Please, give me your hand." That was fast.

You obeyed, and he pulled you towards the watery film that served as the entrance of this observatory. When you went outside, you felt the coolness and pressure of the water on you, but you could still breathe. Your legs were dangling below you. Maybe this was what flying felt like.

"You can talk as well, as long as you're with me," Neuvillette told you. He looked majestic even--maybe especially--in the water. You had to look away for the sake of your heart.

Your gaze landed on a group of adorable otters. They were swimming together on their backs, holding shells in their little paws. They occasionally flipped the shells up into the air and caught them, twitching their noses as they did so. They were the most adorable creatures you had ever seen in your life.

"Oh Archons, they're so cute!" you squealed, then practically dragged Neuvillette over to them with you. The otters didn't startle when you approached them. In fact, one of the otters even came up to you, its tiny face peering into yours and its paws brought together. Your noses were practically touching. You really wished you brought a camera with you. 

"Look, sir!" you turned to Neuvillette excitedly and was caught off guard by the smile on his face. When he realized you were looking at him, he cleared his throat. "Yes, they are indeed lively and adorable creatures."

Something suddenly occurred to you just then. Neuvillette's white hair and the otter's long white fur, the shared blue streaks, even the fact that they were both wearing (figuratively in the otter's case) the same shades of blue...could it be possible?

A vivid image of Neuvillette swimming around leisurely on his back, his nose twitching happily, holding his cane in his hands and flipping it in the air, appeared in your mind.

Oh no, you could feel your lips curve up into a smile. Giggles threatened to spill out from you at any moment. You had to hold them in, but it was so hard, especially when both Neuvillette and the otter were looking at you with the same confused expressions.

Unable to endure it anymore, you reflexively pulled yourself from Neuvillette--and immediately started choking as water flooded your lungs. Thankfully, Neuvillette got to you before you could become a permanent part of the sea. At least your giggles had disappeared.

After repeatedly assuring Neuvillette that you were fine and both apologizing profusely to each other, you had a fun time exploring the fascinating things that lay beneath the surface--with Neuvillette's hand firmly around your arm, naturally. You liked the silky feeling of the seaweed beneath your hands and the plump Blubberbeasts lying on their backs. 

Before long, you two returned to the observatory. Even in the water, you could feel your hands getting sweaty as you approached the gray building. This was a whole new level of anxiety from before. Maybe it was because you were giving your painting to Neuvillette this time.

Well, you've learned from experience that there was no point in putting things like these off. If he doesn't accept it, maybe I can beg him to let me stay here forever, you thought, half-jokingly.

You walked over to your painting and uncovered it. It was all dry now. It didn't look as good as you hoped, but it was finished and there was nothing you could do now. 

"Here, Monsieur Neuvillette, please take a look at my painting."

Neuvillette stepped up next to you and gazed at your painting in silence. That was normal, except for the fact that the silence stretched on unusually long. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"...Did you paint a dragon here?" Neuvillette said at last, pointing at the blue, wavy lines in the center of your painting.

"Yes...?" you said. Oh no, is it so ugly that he can't even recognize what it is?

"Why?"

"Why...?" The clipped, blunt tone of your voice made you panic. You shouldn't have done this after all. "Well...because dragons are...cool...and amazing...and stuff, like you. I mean, my favorite story when I was little was the story of the hydro dragon, and now that I'm underwater, I thought that it'd be cool to imagine the dragon swimming in the sea. So I wanted to put that in this painting. Which I am giving to you, sir. As a gift."

Your explanation sounded lame even in your ears, even though it was the truth. And come to think of it, did the hydro dragon even swim? The tales you knew only spoke about it being able to make it rain.

"You're giving me your painting as a gift?" Neuvillette repeated.

"Um...you don't have to accept it if you don't want it..." You were seriously considering jumping out of one of those watery walls right now.

"Perish the thought. I shall frame it and put it in my office."

"Huh!?"

"I think it's your finest work yet. You captured the essence of what it is like being underwater perfectly."

"Really? Oh, uh, please don't put it in your office, sir. It's embarrassing..."

"Embarrassing? Not at all. It deserves to be displayed for all the citizens of Fontaine to see."

Now you felt like jumping out into the water for a different reason.

"No, no, please don't do that...it's just my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for me. You encouraged me, brought me to all sorts of wonderful places, even here...and yet I've never done anything for you."

Neuvillette turned to look at you then. There was alarm in his eyes. "A thank you gift? Does that mean our trips together are ending?"

"What, no!" you exclaimed. "I just wanted to thank you in some way, for being a good friend. I'm not rich or powerful or anything, so this is all I can give you."

Silence hung in the air. You said it. You said the f-word. But you didn't regret it. Even if it was one-sided, that was who he was to you. You looked straight into his eyes, almost daring him to say something.

He leaned forward until his face was right next to your ear. Your breath caught. 

"I wouldn't trade your gift for any amount of gold or jewels."

Neither of you said anything more on the trip back to the surface.

[berriless]

edgeworth & wright ;; hcs:)

hello lovely anon 🤍 i'm having a nice day (it's 6am as i write this), i hope you are too. i love aa so i'm happy to see an aa req 😭!!

miles e. & phoenix w.

sometimes they try to one-up eachother when it comes to you

it's a tiring task to be with these guys ,, how do you manage it ??

sometimes they're arguing about something petty, most times they're just sitting in bliss with you

this also depends on which game you decide to date them 😭

i would love to think that you dated before apolo justice ✊🏼

franziska !! absolutely pretends to hate you around people but 100% loves chilling with you in private

there's no way apolo & trucy would hate you ong

just adding to this : i'm squeezing you into miles investigations; ema & kay love you 🫶🏼

OKAY enough of the others i'm sorry

miles would have tea parties with you, but he prepares other stuff for you & phoenix because he's the only tea guy there

you, feenie & miles go to trucy's shows and you're her biggest supporters ever.

YOU ALSO VISIT KAY WITH MILES he keeps acting like the dad figure, you're her other parental figure no doubt

i'm sorry you're a parent of many now, your boyfriends just keep adopting random younger ppl who they help

naw bcs are you going to phoenix's side or miles ....

i like to think you would take turns LMAO

miles gets a bit pissy when it's phoenix's turn (i mean he always has some assistance by his side 😭)

all in all, 15/10 boyfriends, they act like kids but they adopted like so many teenagers.

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i miss aa sm omg // also idk how to write anymore help

[graciegoeskrazy]

Hey i was wondering if you could do a matty fic where his daughter comes out as trans to him and the boys? Or if you are not comfortable writing for trans people like just coming out as gay?

figure my heart out

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings: coming out, a lil yelling

A/N: Hi!!! Okay so I was writing something similar but then I put it down but then I saw this request and RAN TO MY COMPUTER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE ASNCONTINUED WRITING BCUZ I GOT EXCITED. A sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this! I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice if I did it with transreader and as a bisexual with a similar coming out experience this was easy peasy lol. None the less i love and appreciate you and I hope u enjoy! I really really really really really like this one and I’m proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

The epitome of a perfect night. Driving in your girlfriends new convertible with the top down while blasting Lana Del Ray and giggling and smiling like nothing else in the world matters became a wonderful feeling of pure bliss. You wish you could stay in that moment forever. Endless talking about the things the people who piss you off in school talk about, or airing out your problems to her because sometimes it feels as if she is the only one who listens. There was no one word for that feeling. All you knew is that you craved it. You needed it like a an IV through your arm, supplying nothing but joy and love into your life. You didnt just need her but she needed you too.

Yes it was a secret, but it was a beautiful one, Sure, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to parade through town with your hands intertwined and boat to everyone around you that she was your girlfriend, but this secret needed to stay hidden. Not just for her, but for you too. You were n stranger to the things your father has said online. He was Matty Healy, if the guy wasnt known for his music, he was for sure known as the man who makes homophobic jokes on stage everynight to a sold out crowd. The man has been cancelled and apoloized more times than you could count. Even though everytime he says he’s not against anything of the sort - ad you whole heartidly believed that - would it be different because you were his daughter? Some days that thought was just a quiet whisper in your head, and some days that voice grew louder until it grew loud enough to keep you up at night. But you always came to the same conclusion. He would love you no matter what…right?

Any and all thoughts surrounding it came nowhere near crossing your mind while you were at your girlfriends. After singing your hearts out and getting lost but not caring at all on the drive, you both decided to head back to her place since her tank was running low. It was there you fell asleep in her arms. Not thinking. Not caring. Not paying attention to anyone else in the world but her. And most definitely not thinking about you 11 pm curfew.

To June’s parents, you were just a friend sleeping over. A best buddy who helped their daughter get through her high school years. Nothing more than a nice, kind, good girl with good morals. And that was true. They just didn't know about the part where you make out with their daughter every time you’re under their roof. Same with you dad. They were downstairs, absolutely clueless of what was happening above them when a loud flush they made woke you up. You jolted awake and as a result of sleeping so close to your girlfriend, woke her up too. The blaring light on your phone read 1:07.

“Fuck.”

You scrambled out of bed and started packing up your bag without saying a word to June.

“What’s happening?” She said, still half asleep.

You turned to her, suddenly becoming more gentle. “Go back to bed. I missed my curfew, my dad doesn’t know I’m here. If I don’t leave he’s gonna get suspicious as to why slept over during a study session.”

She smiled at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You’re just a very determined student.”

You fell into the kiss, and let go with a smile. “Bye.” You said. She winked and watched you walk out the door. “Text me when you get home please.”

You turned back and winked, shutting the door.

The drive to your house was uneventful. Yeah sure, you missed your curfew, but it wasn't like your dad was the type of helicopter parent to make sure you were home exactly by 11. You hadn't even received a call or message asking you where you were. If anything he was probably fast asleep along with the other members of the band. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

When you walked into the flat you shared with your dad and your uncles, it was dead silent. You could hear the silent snores coming from Mayhem on the dog bed in the living room and the crickets outside. You were in the clear. You walked very carefully heading up to your room. Before you could even make it to the 2nd step. You heard a voice. Stern and loud.

“Y/n Healy.”

It was your father. Of fucking-course. As you slowly turned around you were met with him standing in the dining-kitchen area. A light turned on and revealed his full frame along with Ross, George, Adam, Carly, and Jamie. All sitting down at the table except for your dad, standing above them all. He slowly walked towards you as you stood still staring at him. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, followed by a “Shit.”

“Where were you?” Your dad asked sternly. To which you replied, “Nowhere.” It was clear he was PISSED. He only spoke twice and it was evident you were in for something. He never spoke this way. Never to you at least. Until now. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a second chance. You sighed again, looking down and toying with your fingers. “I was with June.” You said shyly.

“Tell me the truth.” He said. His tone softened just a hair.

“That is the truth-“

“Tell me the whole truth.”

You dad knew you like the back of his hand. You were him. A literal miniature version of Matty Healy. Therefore he knew when you were lying. Not that you did it often, you were a very trustworthy kid. Never lied, never got grounded. (Ok so maybe not a literal miniature Matty)

You shrugged, “I was just with June.”

He raised his voice again, “Stop lying to me, y/n.”

“I’m not lying!” You raised your voice this time.

“Your hand twitches every time you lie.”

You were taken aback. Shit, I thought I grew out of that. You just scoffed. “No, it doesn’t.”

Adam spoke up and pointed to your hand and it’s movements. “Boom. Twitch.” You gave him a look.

Matty ignored him and stayed locked in on you. “In all of your years of existence on this earth, you’ve never lied to me.” He said, a little more gentler this time.

“And, I’m still not. I’m telling the truth-”

“But you’re not telling me the full truth.” He was very good at this whole parenting thing. He put his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t reply, just sighed and looked down. After a moment, he continued. “You’re grounded.” You head shot up. He walked back to the kitchen and started refilling his drink. You followed in suite.

“What! For what?”

“For lying.”

“I’m not lying! I’ve never even been grounded in my life.”

He shrugged, “There’s a first time for everything.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. “C'mon Dad! George, help me out.”

George was ethier high of drunk or both because he seemed to be enjoying this little argument way to much. “I’m on his side for this one, babe.” He said.

“What?! You guys, I'm not lying.” You said, gesturing to the group.

“You’ll be ungrounded when you tell me where you were.” Your dad said from the kitchen.

“I was with June! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“Doing what?”

Your eyes widened and you stuttered a bit. The group must have noticed because that to them was a giveaway that something more was going on than you cared to share for. “Nothing! We were just hanging out!”

“Your hand twitched again.” Adam yelled.

You turned to fully face him again. “I’m about to murder you.” You said.

You dad came back around and with a solum look, but a hand over your shoulder. “Look, I’m not gonna get mad. Whatever you’re hiding, it’s not worth getting grounded over. Tell me what’s going on - the truth - and all let you go. Okay?”

You couldn’t do it. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from this moment on. None of which you wanted to explore. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the stairs, whispering a faint, “Whatever.”

Your father followed behind. “Y/n Healy, tell me NOW-“

“I was on a date with June!” You yelled.

“We went on a date! Ok? We went on a date then went back to her place and watched TikToks for an hour before watching New Girl reruns and having awesome sex. I lost track of time, I tried to sneak in so none of you would find out, and so my secret would stay secret.”

The room was quiet. Only the sounds of Mayhem and the crickets like you heard before. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you were heaving pretty heavily.

“Is my hand shaking now?!”

Everybody remained quiet and still, not daring to move. “Jesus.” You said as a final goodbye, before walking up the stairs to your room as fast as you could.

A few minutes after they heard the door slam, Ross spoke up. “You fucked up bro.”

Matty shook his head. “It’s not my fault.” He said in defense

“Mate, you just forced your daughter to come out to you.” George yelled.

Marty liked back at the stairs. A single tear falling from his face as he does so. “Shit.”

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

Ultimately, Ace Attorney is about family, especially doomed family. That is a huge driving factor in games 1-6, especially

In PW:AA, the central conflict is about the Edgeworths, and how Miles is still affected by his dad's death. There is also the Maya/Mia storyline, of how Maya is now sort of marooned without her sister, still trying to rely on her and feeling lost when she can't. In Riae From the Ashes there is the obvious theme of family with the Skyes and just how much Lana was willing to do.to protect Ema

All of JFA Franziska is suffering from family conflict: the loss of her father and, most importantly: her 'little brother'. A lot of her character is motivated by the desire for MVK and Edgeworth's love and respect, seeking to surpass Edgeworth and prove herself worthy, whilst also desperately wanting to be family. There is also the start of the Fey family conflict

In TaT, this is all the Fey family conflict: how Morgan messed up her family, especially Dahlia, and sort to use them for her own ends. Then, there is also the issue of Misty Fey and her complicated relationship with her sister and daughters. Finally, Godot is motivated by his lack of a family, one he'd hoped to have with Mia, and how that manifests as hating Phoenix (he is the only prosecutor that actually hates him) and his protectiveness over Mias family

AJ:AA is about 4 families: The Gramaryes, the Wrights, The Gavins, and Apollo and Trucy (although they do not know that they are family). All of these relationships drive the story and are a cause of conflict (though the conflict of Apolo and Trucy is yet to start, thanks Capcom >:(

In DD, it's kind of in the title: the dual destinies of the Cykes and the Blackquills. How Athena's mothers death affected Athena, Aura, and Simon. Athena is motivated by wanting justice for her mother, but most importantly for her surrogate brother, Simon. (I know some people ship them but I always saw them as brother/sister, but to each their own)

In SoJ, this is blatantly about Apollo's family. His adoptive father and brother, and their biological families.

[mlarayoukai]

I hauve to play Apolo justice

[umi-teardrop]

Apolo Justice’s svtfoe wand

[taiyo-yokai]

I think I've come to the conclusion I am gonna end up looking like [hobo] Phoenix Wright (AA4: Apolo Justice) for weeks after top surgery in winter time because it's getting hard finding cheap dark button shirts ( I don't need to worry about in case incisions bleed.)

[goldambitious]

4am 3/10/23

Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the piercing sober thoughts

But tonight feels heavy, the anxiety feels heavy, and the darkness feels consuming

The guilt is heavy

The pressure is heavy

I’m okay, but it’s been a while since I’ve written, and tonight I would like to release — here on this app that appears abandoned — where I hope nobody I know will read

I feel this darkness inside of me, it surfaces from time to time — straight up angst, melancholy, and shame

I’ve let so many people down, and I’ve picked so many up

My sober-self-sabotaging brain tends to focus on the ones I’ve failed—mostly failed due to my bad habits

I’ve loved, and I’ve lost — and Im talking about that “the notebook” type love…

I think I truly wear my heart on my sleeve, when I love romantically — it is … hard-furious-passionate and you will feel it; it tends to consume me… and almost everytime it translates into jealousy, and I let my insecurities win, and it gets truly ugly

Nonetheless, 2 long relationships have forever shaped and changed my perspective on life, and yeah I do feel deeply depressed and ashamed when I think of how terribly I fucked it all up..

I wish I could apologize to those two women I gave my heart too in the past, but it would do no justice, all the sins I committed cannot be absolved by a simple “I’m sorry” — nothing can change my mistakes, and I truly think that those two people — they know my heart — it’s not black, it’s not empty — more-so.. misguided, maybe I’ll even say jaded.. — I let my pride and ego ruin me . . .

Well, my heart and my mind feel really heavy thinking of the beautiful / terrible memories I shared with the 2 people I romantically fell in love with — I’m terrified of love, I think it is my biggest fear — I realize now, how easily I can lose myself, how I love so hard, how i can be suffocating ..

I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that type of love again — I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself love like that again — my last love was “the one that got away” — my best friend - turned love of my life — and I ruined that — if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to love anyone else like I loved her — I refuse — I don’t think anyone on this planet exists like her — all I can say is I’m grateful I got to experience that — it was a beautiful disaster — she was beautiful - I was the disaster - it was magic

Now that I let that part out…

I miss my cousin, I miss you so fuckin crazy brother, I hope you’re spirit is watching over me — I hope you’re not suffering — I hope you give me the strength I need to succeed and keep it pushin gangsta — I love you — no savès cuanto me haces falta loco

Why god took you from us so soon? I don’t know & I don’t think I’m supposed to ask

But FUCK, I can’t help it, the relationship that existed and still exists between me and you.. that was a one of a kind, you listened to me — you opened up to me — and everyone in that varrio knew what it was wit you n me — straight up dos pocos pero locos vatos, desde morritos primo, bien locos — peleando como hermanos pero Al fin del dia hermanos firmè

I miss your laugh, I miss our inside jokes, I miss your presence when I had to cry about my hyna & we downed a couple 40s wit some firmè ass music on, smokin on sumthin nice n fine ahaaaa

I love you Alexis, until we meet again cousin.

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And to end this journal entry, it’s for you mom and dad, Erika, all of my family.

I feel stagnant, I achieved my first generation Bachelors degree, but I’ve been too intimidated to apply for a real job.. is it my anxiety? Is it my depression? — I think it’s a mixture of all the darkness I’ve endured — situations I’ve let impact me and mentally block me — emotionally block me — physically block me — I’m exhausted … I’m stuck. — but I can feel my time is coming, I am evolving .. I will prove to myself… I can do it.

I am sorry I haven’t been the man you all raised me to be

— I know I said, a simple apology will never absolve me of my sins, but it goes without saying, that apology is from the bottom of my heart.

I wish I could give you guys the life I know you deserve.

I’m 27, and I want to give you all the world.

Including my sister and my aunt and my brother in law.

I want to give you all the world

You deserve it all and more.

And I won’t stop until I’ve righted all my wrongs.

God willing:

I won’t stop until I prove it to myself — for myself.

I am the man they raised me to be.

I love myself.

I deserve it.

Until next time 🤞🏾

[littlehoneydear20]

I write for. Pt 2

Collections

Marvel

(Tony Stark, Cap. América, Thor Odison, Loki Odison)

DC

(Superman, Batman, Robin’s, Aquaman)

Young Justice

(Superboy, Kid Flash)

Teen Titans

(Robin, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire)

X-Men: Evolution

(Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Avalanche)

Arcane

(Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Viktor, Caitlyn/Cupcake)

Twilight

(Jasper, Emmet, Jacob, Seth, Alice)

Series

Teen Wolf

(Scott, Derek, Stiles, Liam, Theo)

The Walking Dead

(Rick, Negan, Darly, Carl)

Blood of Zeus

(Ares, Apolo, Hermes, Heron)

K-Pop

BTS

(All, I think)

TXT

(All, I think)

Stray Kids

(All, I think)

[firapolemos05]

This looks fun so I'm joining unprompted.

No pressure tagging: @basuralindo , @ayyden-apoloe , @lilyntlrs , @ostensiblyfunctional , and anyone else.

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

[lyxthen]

Apolo Agustín Justice Pérez en la quinceañera de Trucy

[magicgrrl]

In light of the Apolo Justice Trilogy release they need to bundle and sell both Investigations games. I would like to properly play 2 and not deal with making an emulator work.