My Friend Wanted To See Simon Doing A Backflip And Uh

happy US moon landing day o7 moons haunted tweet has a special place in my heart

based on that one arkham post

day 4: guilt/healing

The acest of attorneys (and friends)

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

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

The most popular fic in the Steel Samurai fandom had an unexplained seven year hiatus only to update at like 3 am on December 21st, 2027. The author explains that they couldn’t update fic while in prison (huh?) but now that they’re off death row (WHAT??) they’ve transcribed seven years worth of writing (Jesus Christ). The update is 130k words long. Edgeworth and Maya don’t sleep that night.

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

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

he's gone now