#ic; dream of perfection | franziska von karma

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badge (for the drabble meme, for either gregory, miles, phoenix, klavier or apollo)

drabble meme || ACCEPTING

i went mildly apeshit with this prompt so here's an ao3 link oops

[imperfectfools]

Do you have any friends who haven't been accused of murder?

Be Nosy! || ACCEPTING

“Detective Gumshoe.”

“Yes, Scruffy.”

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👀 + Franziska, what is the toughest thing you've ever had to do during your career as a prosecutor?

i swear to tell the truth || ACCEPTING

"I don't like cases with children."

The police don't yet respect her, but she pushes past them with the gravity of a true Von Karma. Her hair brushes her shoulders as she ducks under the police tape ( not that she has to bend far ) into the house.

A man's body lies splayed at the foot of the stairs, limbs twisted at impossible angles. His belly is down but his neck is turned far enough that she can meet his empty gaze and read the permanent surprise in his expression.

The defense attorney is going to try to rule this an accident, she thinks bitterly, ready to viciously tear this murderer apart when her gaze travels up the stairs.

There is a girl on the stairs, her age, and she stares down at the body with an empty expression, phone barely held in limp fingers. From here, Franziska can see a fresh bruise around the girl's eye. She breathes through her mouth, blood drying in the spaces between her teeth. Blood rings her nostrils too, not yet dry enough to begin flaking. Unbidden, Franziska's feet draw her closer, she picks up the scent of vomit, notices how it clings to a sweater sleeve scrunched up enough to show bruises just beginning to bloom.

She doesn't know why her fingers go to her own wrist, why her heart thuds in her chest, why her own eye begins to ache.

The girl finally moves, nearly imperceptibly, and her eyes capture Franziska's. She does not know what is conveyed in that eye-contact, has no words for it.

Nor is she any closer to understanding as she stands at the Prosecutor's bench with another win to her name and the girl meets her eyes again.

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MilesKaySwap Franziska, what do you think of your little brother and his friends?

“He needs to learn German faster.”  She pouts, scuffing her feet on the floor.  “But I suppose that, as his big sister, I should be better at teaching him.  English is fine, but I like German better.”  It’s more familiar.

“I’m not used to the quiet.  I’ve read all about trauma and trauma responses because a prosecutor needs to be able to talk to anyone without hurting them further, but I just get… nervous when things are too quiet.  I’m not sure why.  But that’s not his fault! And I know he’s mute and can hear just fine, but I do like talking and signing because moving my hands makes me feel less anxious.”

“I also get to tell him so many stories!  I’ve never had anyone to tell fairy tales too before and it makes me happy that they make him feel better after a nightmare.”

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MERRY DL-6MAS!!

Franziska tries to breathe; she’s supposed to be getting better at this anger management stuff.  As it has been said, she cannot simply whip every problem until it goes away. ( Admittedly, she isn’t sure she entirely buys that. )

But the cheeriness of this person who is talking about her little brother’s trauma?

Well.

There is always next year.

She hauls back and flat out decks this person who would dare act like this is a happy time of year.

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Do you have any “weirdly strong” opinions about things that don’t really matter? @ franziska

Fun Interview! || ACCEPTING

“Mint chocolate is the perfect ice cream flavor and anyone who disagrees is a foolishly foolish fool.”

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Yessssss, Franziska. We love and support that.

“I do not require your support, Mr. Kristoph Gavin.”

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Maya has a crush on you —To Franziska

Crush Talk || ACCEPTING

(( Franziska has a relationship w a Maya, I just never made a ship tag bc im a forgetful disaster of a human being on occasion so we’re just ))

Franziska just starts feeling very mushy and has nothing else to say.

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((Ok meanie try this on for size)) Yessssss, Franziska. We love and support that. (Sebastian, @voir-diire)

@voir-diire

“Thank you, Sebastian.  If you’d like, I can teach you how to throw a proper punch yourself.”

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Franziska and Kay, how do you feel about Kay being the taller by a centimeter?

“I’m taller than Aunt Franziska?!”

“A single centimeter is nothing to get excited over, Kay Faraday.”

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🔀 // for franziska? :3c

Facets || ACCEPTING

There is a woman with long, snow white hair tied up into the messiest of buns carefully pouring wax onto an envelop and pressing a stamp into it. Laurel Winter is not, strictly, a single facet of Franziska, but she is a few facets distilled into a single entity of Franziska’s creation so this definitely counts.

Laurel does still look like Franziska. The facial features and body type are all there, but the hair begins the process of detracting from that image. What further makes her hard to recognize as Franziska is the flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and worn jeans.

Perhaps a modern writer would not have ink stained hands, but Laurel does. She perks up with a smile.

“Oh! My apologies, I didn’t see anyone come in. I was just replying to some fanmail and… well, I got a little occupied!” She laughs, the sound warm and full. “It’s easy to let my mind wander to story ideas while I stamp envelops closed.”

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franziska who do you despise more, your father for harming your brother for years to make him his perfect son, or your brother claiming he died for four years because he wanted to undo the conditioning?

Her instant cognitive reaction is sharp, visceral, and screams that she could not possibly hate either how dare you imply otherwise?! But she’s had more than a few years of distance and she breathes through the instinctual response. It’s easier this time than it usually is; it’s always been easier to stand up to her hero worship regarding her father when Miles is involved.

“Papa never saw Miles as his son and never would have. I hate him for abusing us both. I hate him for breaking Miles’s jaw. I hate him for giving me a blowout fracture in my eye. I hate him for never thinking of me as his daughter. I hate him for never being proud of me. I hate him for making me flinch whenever someone snaps their fingers. I hate him for being a liar. I hate him for being a murderer. 

“I hate him for being what I see whenever I look in a mirror. I hate him for making me strive every second to be just like him so that now I’m terrified that I actually am. I hate him and for some foolish fucking reason I still miss him!”

“I hate that Miles abandoned me, but, then again, why would anyone want to be around someone like me?”

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Apollo voice: If I was a prosecutor, would I get paid?

“It would be strange for a prosecutor to work pro bono. So, yes, you would be compensated for your work.”

“You and Ms. Cykes both have great promise; the Prosecutor’s Office would be honored to have you.”

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Franziska, how and when did you realize that your brother is irretrievably gay for Phoenix Wright?

“Asking me when I figured out that my brother loves that fool is like asking me when I learned that the sky is blue.”

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Miss von Karma, would you ever adopt any children or have your own? Or do you not want any kids at all?

She does want kids; the idea of having a wife and children - her own little family unit - makes her very happy. She wants that idyllic life so badly that it hurts. But she’s terrified that a child will enter her life and then, no matter how hard she fights it, she’ll end up exactly like her father. 

Or, even if she’s not like him, what if she’s broken in a way that still ends up hurting the kid? She doesn’t want to ruin a child’s life because she’s a disaster in a pretty bow.

“It’s not something I’ve thought about.”

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@apollyjustice volunteered for framed!Franziska shenanigans

“I don’t recall asking for an attorney, Mr. Apollo Justice.” While she said the words with calm resignation, Franziska was truly downright panicking and overwhelmed with violent self-hatred that had no outlet at all.

Perhaps the lack of outlet for her emotions was why she even accepted this visit; talking with someone else was far better than stewing in her own thoughts.