I Think Iris And Klavier Should Be Friends

it’s foolproof!

[ID1: A one-panel comic featuring white characters on a gray-to-blue gradient background, with light blue shading. It depicts Apollo Justice and Clay Terran from Ace Attorney. Apollo is hunched over a legal bench, expression frustrated and forearms braced against the wood. He glares over at Clay as he says through gritted teeth, “Me as a lawyer: ‘now why the fúck would my client do that’.” (screenshot of twitter user Str0ka) Clay is behind the witness stand. He pokes his pointer fingers together in front of himself, sticking his tongue out in a smiling expression with closed eyes. He is blushing slightly and going “hehe.” ID2: A one-panel comic featuring Clay Terran from Ace Attorney, colored with flats on a bright blue gradient background. He is wearing his astronaut suit without the helmet. He grins proudly and gestures with one hand, the Hat-1 capsule under his other arm. Sparkles are next to his face. He announces, “My favorite thing to do before executing a risky maneuver is to loudly proclaim to anyone nearby that ‘I’m young, I’m fantastic, and I’m never gonna die’. This is firstly to pump myself up, secondly because if I succeed I’ll be proven right in front of an audience, and thirdly because it is the funniest possible thing to say immediately before being horrifically mangled in a completely dumbfuck sort of way.” (screenshot of tumblr user teaboot) /End ID]

>:/

he's gone now

someday soon i will replay the ot. unfortunately i say that about many video james

MLM: KLAPOLLLOOOO, SaiMota, Ryunosuke x Kazuma, Sholmes x Mikotoba, and Edgeworth x Lang to name a few!

I have not drawn Klapollo in a year holy shittt so here they are!!!

BEST FRIENDS investigations !!!!

(he does do that) (then he yells about it)

clay. clay pls

[ID 1: The first panel of a three-image comic featuring Clay Terran from Ace Attorney. Clay is drawn traditionally, with color and background added digitally. Clay sits on a teal couch, with green walls and brown hardwood floors visible in the background. Clay is depicted from the waist up. At the edge of the panel, someone’s arm can be seen; since a red sleeve can be seen, rolled up the forearm, a person might infer it was Apollo Justice. Clay glances away from this person, a thoughtful smile on his face. He is slightly open-mouthed, implying speech. Fake subtitles at the bottom of the panel say “I mean, to be stabworthy, you know? It’s, uh…” ID 2: Continuation of the previous image. Clay glances back towards the unidentified person, grinning more now. ID 3: Continuation of the previous two images. Clay tilts his head slightly, blushing and grinning as he finishes, “It’s kind of a compliment.” /End ID]

apollo 5 minutes from now, hugging a weeping klavier: the fuck did you say to him

[Image ID: A two-panel comic with white figures on a green gradient background. Ema Skye from Ace Attorney is speaking to Klavier Gavin. In the first panel, Ema is seen from the front and Klavier is seen from the back; in the second, Klavier is seen from the front and Ema is seen from the back. Ema is “speaking” a text post by tumblr user jame7t, which reads “your boyfriend is too small he fell into the bong and died,” then as an addition, “We smoked him. Sorry”. In the first panel Ema looks slightly disgruntled. In the second panel, Klavier looks distraught. Apollo stands in the background of the second panel, glancing over at Klavier and Ema, looking confused.]

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