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WOW wouldn’t u believe

it’s ji-ji!! for a third time!! now here with a not-as-shitty sharp-tongued boi

please like this post and i’ll take a look at your blog to see if we can interact!

if i follow back, it means we’re good to go!

a reblog is always appreciated as well, as it gives me some publicity!!

thank you so much, AA community!

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🎵 ; hey if you guys wanna like / reblog this post and i’ll see if we’d be cool and compatible for a thread!

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🎵 ; @aurumoculi​.

Out of all days he could have picked, it’s a day in December. 

Though he somewhat tried to fix his hair today since he had to buy some groceries, it was definitely not as slick as usual. Here and there curly locks were peeking out from the gel walls Apollo had tried to trap them in, trying to break free from their sticky prison. 

Apollo didn’t use make-up at all, but sometimes he wished he’d ask Trucy to help him pick something up to hide the bags under his eyes that only kept sagging further and further down the more he worked- especially during this month. 

For a good few seconds he had half a mind to slam the door into Klavier’s face (it was very tempting, honestly), but he didn’t want the prosecutor to sense anything amiss- more than he’d probably already sense.

“That sounds like a headline they put on the front page after they catch a serial killer. Are you confessing?”

What a stupid thing to say. Apollo kicked himself inwardly, but to be fair, it DID sound like that, sooooo…. 

He wrapped his arms around himself, shrivelling up slightly at the cold winter air hitting him in the doorway. 

He found himself laughing at Apollo’s comment. “It’s good to know you’re still making tasteless jokes at my expense, Forehead. It’s how I know you’re really you. But what were you thinking? Leaving without a goodbye?” He finally leaned back to his full height, shaking his head in a similar manner to that of his brother. “For shame. For shame...”

From his height, he could see slightly inside the house, and get a good look at Apollo’s appearance and demeanor. He could understand why the other was upset — after all, it wasn’t everyday your old rival prosecutor from America showed up at your Khura’inese house unannounced. But just because he understood didn’t mean he cared. 

“The only thing I’m confessing to is how hopelessly lost I felt after you left me behind. What am I to do without my band nor my favorite rival?” He sighed, messing his hand through his hair idly. “And to replace me with your brother. What happened to our dynamic? Did you not miss it?”

Upon noticing Apollo’s shake, he didn’t even hesitate before he was taking off his signature suit-jacket and draping it around Apollo’s shoulders. “Come now, you don’t need to stay out in the cold if you’d only let me inside, ja?”

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🎵 ; oh hey for the record i pretty much have never and will never do a “like for a starter!” cuz i’m highly selective and heavily prefer plot-based threads so if u really wanna interact u prolly have to message me and ask

don’t be shy! i just don’t want my blog open to be available to anyone and everyone u feel me?

hope y’all understand!

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♡ + favourite foods

klavier doesn't really have favorites — he just eats what he can to sustain himself, usually being on-the-go with hotdog places, ice cream, smoothies

he really enjoys fried rice, stews, and strawberry ice cream

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Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

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☆ klavier gavin moodboard ☆

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//rolls over here

hi, i’m ji-ji, and i’m here to play clay too!! please like this post and i’ll take a look at your blog to see if we can interact!

if i follow back, it means we’re good to go!

a reblog is always appreciated as well, as it gives me some publicity!!

thank you so much, AA community!

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       –– most species bare their teeth as a threat ; as a display of aggression, of leadership. it is a reminder that these clenched jaws can & will open your yielding throat. i want you to think of this the next time I SMILE.

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ok one more time kids!!

hi, i’m ji-ji, and i’m here to play klavier!! please like this post and i’ll take a look at your blog to see if we can interact!

if i follow back, it means we’re good to go!

a reblog is always appreciated as well, as it gives me some publicity!!

thank you so much, AA community!

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ANOTHER MUNDAY PROMPT.

*  remember to repost, not reblog!

name:  ji-ji ⭐

preferred pronouns:  they / them

selectivity: i’m really selective and only really talk to mutuals / friends i have. i really wanna get to know more of you though!

favorite animal:  favorite / air: owl ; land: dog ; sea: turtle

favorite muse you’ve had so far ever: definitely between mettaton and wes ( from pokemon colosseum ) ; there’s also green from pokemon as well !! i started and am still most favorably in the pokemon fandom, so i’ve got a bunch of those.

klavier is by far my favorite ace attorney character

muse you kinda wanna pick up: nahyuta!! i’m the process of making a blog for him!! i also have a clay over at @starcasted​ but idk if ppl know about him

most identifiable fictional character: ig this means the one i relate to the most?? that’s hard to say cuz i’ve grown a lot since then

what color your aura is/think it is: a nice mint green!! i’m calm but fun too

personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, hogwarts house, etc. be as specific as you want): zodiac: gemini ; sun: taurus ; moon: pisces ; rising: libra ; mbti: enfp-t ; house: hufflepuff

do you think you’re a good driver:  yeah i’m a good driver esp considering half the drivers in florida don’t know how to lead a good distance or use their turn signal jfljdsl

favorite minor discourse: cole slaw is the devil

favorite vine and/or meme: mine is the JUDAS... NO and the ‘who’s that pokemon??’ ‘IT’S PIKACHU’ ‘it’s... clefairy!’ ‘FUCK’

why did you choose this muse:  so i fell in love with klavier way back in 2010 or 2011 i don’t remember but since the first time i’ve ever seen him i’ve never known peace i actually did rp him under this same url i think back in 2013??? but i deleted it cuz i didn’t know anyone and i’m a Shy Bitch now i’m Back with Friends and i ain’t leaving anytime soon

favorite rp memory:  there’s so many but most of them involves my pokemon group and not necessarily anything in the AA circle :/

give a shoutout to someone: @aurumoculi nova my sweet rattie bean the love of my life thank u for bringing me back into the AA circle!! also shoutout to @absolutelaw i shit not when i say you’re an absolutely wonderful person and even tho i’ve only known u t-minus 4 days or smth i would literally Kill for You

tagged by: @absolutelaw

tagging: idk all five of my followers can go for it

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🎵 ; @absolutelaw​. 

〔 ♠ 〕 KRISTOPH GAVIN is no good with emotions. never has been, never will be  ;  they’re messy & disorienting & distracting, and in most cases he thinks we’d all be better off without them. they’re easy to play off of (   much too easy   ) , but so difficult to engage with genuinely – a tangle, impossible to sort out without hurting or being hurt, and yet the attempt to do so is UNAVOIDABLE. it’s all, in his eyes, a rather enormous waste of everyone’s time. ——& yet, here he is, knocking on the door, searching for an entryway into the BOMBED-OUT WASTELAND that currently makes up his brother’s psyche, ready to start sifting through the wreckage. (   he can’t quite bring himself to leave his brother to begin the rebuilding all on his own. even though that’s the easy thing to do.   ) 

     KLAVIER GAVIN is usually the one out of the two of them who is good with this sort of thing. not tonight. he’s trying to look unaffected by hiding his eyes behind dark sunglasses, but it’s still obvious he’s been crying – voice choked, face tear-streaked. (   perhaps that’s why he’d been playing so loud. to drown out a sadder sound.   ) ❝  you haven’t got any more replacements ?  —— that’s alright. we can go out & get one tomorrow. for now, can i come in ?  ❞ he tries his best to give his brother a smile  ;  it almost works, but he’s trying to be authentic rather than fake, and that means a little of his concern still seeps into the expression. ❝  if you’ve got no string, you can’t keep practicing tonight, and i’ve already made this tea.  ❞ he nods down towards the tray in his hands  ;  two mugs sit on it, steaming. ❝  we might as well drink it before it gets cold.  ❞ 

     WITH ANY luck, that should convince his brother to at least let him in. —— & even if it turns out there’s nothing more he can do, that his usefulness at providing comfort begins & ends with bringing over some tea, at least that would mean his brother isn’t just … sitting there alone. he may not have much to offer in these situations, BUT SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING. 

It was a rare occurrence to see his brother acting this way. He was nervous, obvious in his expression; after all, Kristoph was always the type to be able to disjoint his emotional state from his thoughts. For that, Klavier had always envied him; beside the man who felt his heart shake and breath fall short whenever something so close to his emotions tattered and shattered him, he often wished he was able to disconnect like his brother did.

But seeing this — seeing him so nervous and so vulnerable and so... unlike Kristoph... there was something warm about that. Something flattering. Something soft. Kristoph was the type to find vulnerability a weakness that absolutely had to be quashed at any moment. And to allow himself that ‘weakness’ just to comfort Klavier... words couldn’t describe how grateful he was for it. To Kristoph’s question, he scoffed slightly, his voice dry and dead. “I do... somewhere... I just don’t know if they’re here or at my office... and I don’t care to look.”

He eyed the cup of tea sitting daintily on its saucer, then to Kristoph, his eyes surprisingly soft, and concerned. It was a nice look on him. With a sigh, he relinquished, “I guess you can come in... help me find them once you get a chance.” And he ducked out from the doorway to allow entrance.

His room was an absolute mess, more than usual, a pile of memorabilia consisting of the gifts Daryan had given, including Klavier’s cellphone, lay discarded in the corner. He didn’t comment a word on it, sitting on his unmade bed and crossing his legs, not looking Kristoph’s way. “You didn’t have to do all this...” he repeated, “It’s just heartbreak; it was bound to happen eventually.”

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🎵 ; @aurumoculi plotted ahead!

Well, nowadays it seemed that Khura’in caught itself up to speed enough with the rest of the world that Klavier could bear going there for the sake of law. He’d gathered his idea of the place previously when he would come there to perform. Seeing as how the old Gavinners comprised entirely of law officials, they easily picked up the environment as... bleak, to say the least.

To say that there was a legal system was laughable; there was hardly anything here to be found that could speak the word justice... until Justice came along.

After he had his run with the place, it seemed that the once-ancient country that was satisfied in a ‘guilty before even possibly considered innocent’ lifestyle finally got its head out of the clouds.

It was high time this prosecutor rewarded the man who made it all possible.

With the investigation not being able to move an inch until forensics would come back the next day, Klavier had some time to kill in the newly-unfamiliar landscape he found himself in. The place certainly seemed brighter, happier, as he approached the doorway to the Justice Law Offices. With a small smile, he knocked, greeting the face that answered the door with a small lean and a sly grin on his face. “You thought you could escape me, did you, Forehead? Someone as beautiful as you can never get away from me for long.”

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🎵 ; @absolutelaw.

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〔 ♠ 〕 NORMALLY, BEING awoken at three in the morning by the twang of a broken string from the next room over would elicit nothing more from kristoph than a knock on the wall that divides their rooms & a demand that his brother go to sleep already. (   both of which are more likely to make klavier play louder than stop, but he tries anyway, every time.   ) —— not tonight, though. he’s no good at this, he’s NEVER been any good at this, but he can’t just let things lie. not right now. so, tonight, rather than that dividing wall, he knocks on his brother’s door. ❝  klavier ?  i, ah – brought you some tea.  ❞ 

The symbolism was almost laughable — what, with a guitar being the closest instrument to his heart, now broken into two pieces and rendered utterly useless. Actually, it was laughable, not in a way that sent him in stitches, but in a way that made his chest feel heavy and ache and ache. It was nauseating, painful.

He wasn’t ready to let go, despite all he’d done. Despite his frustration, despite his anger, he wasn’t ready for the further implications. What would happen to the band now? Would he still have to work with Daryan? Would he still have to endure the moment he walked out the room? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it.

He didn’t want this to be real.

So when a knock on the door stirred him out of his depressive spiral, he looked up with a frown. No, he never blamed Kristoph, but knowing his brother was behind that door, hearing his guitar snap, or hearing his own heart shatter, it only added guilt to his wounds.

None of this would’ve happened if he’d just kept his mouth shut. But no, he had to face the music now. He slowly unlocked the door, shades pulled over his eyes, but the dried streaks of tears were still visible against the lamplight lighting the hall outside. “You didn’t have to do all that, Kris. I-I’m gonna be fine.” A sniffle, “I just need to practice more... and get a new string.”

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“Meine Güte... some days are so uninspiring.”

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verses.

main verse.

tomorrow never knows — present day; takes place one year after AJ / post-SoJ; the Gavinners have broken up and Klavier is focusing solely on his prosecuting career

the long and winding road — klavier during the events of Apollo Justice. this is immediately before kristoph’s first incarceration and ends after his second sentencing.

yesterday — klavier before the events of Apollo Justice, including during the trial of Zak Gramarye. Usually focuses on his younger days involving the inception of the Gavinners and the start of his prosecuting career

au verse.

a hard day’s night — mobster au.

all you need is love — kristoph is good au.

hold me tight — howl’s moving castle au, based off this art.

ic tags.

think for yourself — musings

beautiful dreamer — headcanons

free as a bird — drabbles

tell me what you see — images

while my guitar gently weeps — aesthetic

not guilty — memes

let it be — answered asks

ooc tags.

you won’t see me — ooc

what goes on — ooc answered asks

it won’t be long — thread trackers

i’m happy just to dance with you — promos

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hey everyone!! my name’s ji-ji and i’m here with a brand-new indie klavier rp blog!

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