I Need Ace Attorney Tumblr To Judge My Playlists

i'd like to think apollo stopped drinking coffee for a while after aa4

guUuysSs slow DOOOWN

[ID: A three-panel comic featuring characters colored in white. It segments a meme by tumblr user braindamaged007 into a comic with Ace Attorney characters. Panel 1- Solid pink background and light pink shading on the characters. The caption is at the top of the panel, and reads “SOME PEOPLE HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.” Under it is a doodle of Ema Skye and Kay Faraday, shown from the hips up. Kay lifts one of Ema’s hands to her mouth to kiss her knuckles. She has her eyes closed and a hint of her smile can be seen. Ema looks slightly flustered but is smiling. Kay’s other hand is around her waist. Pink hearts float around them. Panel 2- Solid pink background and light pink shading on the characters. The caption is at the bottom of the panel, and reads “SOME PEOPLE HAVE A BOYFRIEND.” Above it is a doodle of Apollo Justice and Klavier Gavin. Klavier stands behind Apollo, leaning over him. One hand is wrapped around his shoulder and the other loops under one of Apollo’s arms to wrap around his front, where it holds one of Apollo’s hands. He is beaming. Three hearts float by his face. Apollo leans back into him, face slightly scrunched but smiling. A single heart floats by his face. Panel 3- A dark purple to light purple gradient background and yellow-orange shading on the characters. Kay, Ema, Klavier, Apollo, and Clay Terran are depicted full-body. Kay and Ema hold hands and walk at the front, both glancing back over their shoulders. Klavier and Apollo walk in the middle. Klavier has one hand in a jacket pocket and the other arm wrapped around Apollo’s shoulders. He smiles back at Clay. Apollo glances back at Clay in bemusement. Clay is tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie, jogging behind the group and facing away, looking towards the moon in the corner of the panel. His speech bubble reads, “I HAVE to look at the moon guys hang on stop walking i want to look at the moon.” /End ID]

i will give the animators 12 american dollars if this is how the inevitable final faceoff with Striker goes down

So I know that AA fans like to meme about a hypothetical Kristoph vs MvK trial where everything is forged, but I started thinking about the idea too seriously and accidentally started doing math : basically we know that Manfred got arrested and therefore stopped practicing law in 2016. Meanwhile Kristoph was 32 in 2026, which means—

Kristoph lost the trial of course but he frustrated von Karma to no end because the evidence was obviously fake (to Manfred that is— it takes one to know one) but he couldn’t prove it without looking hella sus. Maybe Kristoph would have been next to die after Robert Hammond if Phoenix hadn’t exposed the truth about DL-6 hgfdfgh

the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math

(ID: a comic of cartoon characters, colored in white on magenta backgrounds, featuring Bobby Fulbright and Clay Terran from Ace Attorney. The dialogue uses screenshots of a tumblr conversation between users mollyjames and soygal.

Panel 1- Fulbright is shown from the shoulders up, glancing to the side and gesturing with one hand as he says, “I do feel like it’s important to make one calculated bad decision a week.”

Panel 2- Fulbright now glances back in the other direction and points a finger emphatically, saying, “For your health.”

Panel 3- Fulbright beams with his eyes closed, radiating sparkles and an air of innocence, as Clay, also shown from the shoulders up, strokes his chin thoughtfully and says, “You know what? You’re right”

Panel 4- White text on magenta background reading “FIVE MINUTES LATER…” with a small doodle of an analogue clock

Panel 5- Clay, sweating and nervous from behind some kind of fuzzy purple cloud, says, “help I’m trapped in the shadow realm.” He has his hands pressed forward as though to a window or barrier. Fulbright, unobscured in the foreground, puts two fingers to his temple in a salute as he says, “Got another one girls.” His sunglasses are now colored orange to conceal his eyes, and a sparkle glares off of them beside his face. He looks smug. End ID)

surprise oocc aa post that’s been in my drafts for like. a year now

WHOOOO GYAXAPOSTING

gfronds

Imagine being Gaspen Payne.

You've got a high-profile court case about a courtroom bombing. On top of that, it's a slam dunk - solid evidence and an expert witness.

And then - what's this? Opposing counsel is the guy who humiliated your older brother three different times? Perfect, even better. You'll whip his ass and then maybe Winston will speak to you again.

Only.. the case goes poorly. Not only that, it ends with the true culprit threatening to set off another bomb. You run out of the courtroom, which, under the circumstances, is a pretty smart thing to do. But while you're evacuating, that punk-ass defense attorney gets your expert witness found guilty.

Afterwards, your courtroom manner and potential corruption get you drummed out of the public prosecutors' office in the aftermath of the end of the dark age of the law. In your shame, you flee the country, probably leaving behind a note that says something like "prosecutor Gaspen Payne chooses death", or maybe "come and get me, loser! Spankety spankety spankety."

After some time wandering listlessly around Asia, finding your family roots in Japan, trying a topknot toupee and realizing it doesn't work on you, you find your way into a tiny mountainous country. Religious, spiritual. That's fine. You can fake that stuff as necessary.

Then you find out that they've de facto banned defense attorneys. And they have a position open for chief prosecutor, a position you'd given up all hope of getting anywhere near.

It's the cushiest job you've ever had. All you need to do is stand there in your stupid gold suit and sparkle while the princess does some seance bullshit. No effort on your part, but even so your name gets attached to the win.

Then - one day - a *treason* case. Perfect. It'll be easy. You have unimpeachable evidence and a spotless witness.

The judge is about to hand down the verdict, thereby etching your name into the history books as the one who brought a traitor against the crown to justice. You'll finally have it all - fame, reputation, a crown, heck, maybe *this* is what'll get your brother to talk to you again.

The courtroom doors open.

You hear a familiar "Objection!".

God damnit.

God fucking dammit.

No wonder Winston never beat this guy - he's the cockroach of attorneys. How the fuck is he even here?

And - what? *He doesn't even remember you???*

GOD

DAMMIT

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