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MY LIFE IS A CONSTANT
ENTRAPMENT OF TUNNELS,

⠀⠀⠀WHICH TANGLE AND WIND, AND BEGUILE ..

/ independent portrayal of prodigy prosecutor franziska von karma. /
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ferrumiustitiae.bsky.social
". . . 𝐇𝐦𝐩𝐡. . . 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲."

- Ace Attorney Roleplay
- Ships with chem
- All AA timelines
- MV/MS
- OC and Crossover friendly
♥️ + 🔁 ?
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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆,
𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,

𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺,
⠀⠀ &&. 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 —

⠀⠀( 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭. )
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ˖ ⚖️
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flammaeiniustitia.bsky.social
"𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣!"

- Ace Attorney Roleplay
- Ships with chem
- All AA timelines
- MV/MS
- OC and Crossover friendly
♥️ + 🔁 ?
Reposted by ❀⠀𝒁𝐢ska,⠀( event )
amicusrufimilitis.bsky.social
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𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 ; ))

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓,
⠀⠀𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵’𝑻 𝑵𝑬𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻.
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perfectionskin.bsky.social
franz.★ will probably keep baby franz a bit longer i have my own way to end it and like i haven't been as active as i wanted to be 💔💔
perfectionskin.bsky.social
At least she was safe with him.. well, part of her believed that it was her job to protect him, even in times like these! Especially in times like these, she is grateful to be here though. She is safe.

“ M - Miles? Geht es dir gut? ”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, the lights flickered.
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
He covered his ears too. It sounded too much like that awful gun.

He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms, careful not to squish her too much.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska rolls over and nearly bumps her head into Miles’s leg. She peeks her eyes open carefully, realizing. When she hears thunder again, she is quick to cover both of her ears. Loud. :(
perfectionskin.bsky.social
“ Red. ”

She repeats, staring directly at him. She nods, and in the next moment — Franziska holds out the red dress for Miles to take.

“ Es sieht aus wie du. ”

She says, slipping back into German with a bright smile. Another instant, she adds;

“ Blau. Ich will blau. ”
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
"Huh?"

Oh. She's trying to learn English. He cleared his throat.

"What dress do you want."

A little smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.

"I want. . . this one."

He pointed at the dress in question.

"The red one."
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Everytime Miles mentions something in English, she stares with curiosity. What is he trying- well, she tries ‘English’ to the best of her ability. Hmmmm. Brows are scrunched together.

“ What dress . . do you- ”

Processing ummmm. 🤔

“ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Oh! So tall, it’s like being held by Papa — .. she feels on top of the world, really. Her hair bounces a bit when looking left and right.

Weren’t they supposed to go .. somewhere .. for something?

“ Mama und Papa mussten etwas im Laden kaufen. ” 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Franziska’s brows furrow.

“ Irgendwo. ”
doomedprodigy.bsky.social
Miles gently scooped her up and settled her on his hip. The me tuom of her mother sent a pang to his chest. He didn't know her that well, but the brief time he spent with her she was nothing but kind to him.

"Ich habe. . . sie schon einmal getroffen, aber ich kenne sie nicht so gut wie deinen —
perfectionskin.bsky.social
A gasp, her eyes light up briefly.

“ Kennst du meinen Papa? ”

She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums.

“ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧

Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
franz.★ sorry i haven’t written replies much recently 🥹
perfectionskin.bsky.social
A gasp, her eyes light up briefly.

“ Kennst du meinen Papa? ”

She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums.

“ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧

Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.
doomedprodigy.bsky.social
"Franziska. . . Ich bin Miles. Ich kenne deinen Papa, aber ich weiß nicht, wo er ist."

He very gently took her hand.

"Ich kann Ihnen helfen, ihn zu finden."
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska blinks and squints at him, she’s quiet — at least she’s able to understand him.

“ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ”

She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed.

“ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska blinks and squints at him, she’s quiet — at least she’s able to understand him.

“ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ”

She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed.

“ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”
doomedprodigy.bsky.social
Oh this is definitely who he thinks it is. Shit.

"Wie heißen Sie? Ich kann Ihnen helfen, sie zu finden."

He held a hand out to her.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Wh- His gaze felt like a hawk. She’s sure she flinched once. What kind of stare is that? . . . She’s a few moments away from hitting this man and running off.

Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar.

“ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Wh- His gaze felt like a hawk. She’s sure she flinched once. What kind of stare is that? . . . She’s a few moments away from hitting this man and running off.

Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar.

“ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”
doomedprodigy.bsky.social
Habit kicked in immediately. He found himself having a staring contest with a toddler.

What is he doing?

He blinked and looked away. Shaking his head he knelt down to her level.

"Uhm, are you-"

A pause. If this is who he thinks she is she doesn't speak English.

"Er, bist du verloren?"
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska is wearing a little scowl looking around, it seems like she’s lost. . . Now where did her brother go, or Papa or Mama? 💧

Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska is wearing a little scowl looking around, it seems like she’s lost. . . Now where did her brother go, or Papa or Mama? 💧

Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.
doomedprodigy.bsky.social
Uh.
There is a toddler who looks like his sister. And there's no one else around.

@perfectionskin.bsky.social
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Everytime Miles mentions something in English, she stares with curiosity. What is he trying- well, she tries ‘English’ to the best of her ability. Hmmmm. Brows are scrunched together.

“ What dress . . do you- ”

Processing ummmm. 🤔

“ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
That's too many words for him to translate at once. He instead moved to sit next to her on the floor.

"What- uh, Was. . . sollen wir. . . zuerst tun?"

This is making his head hurt.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Ziska nods resolutely, a barely visible smirk on her face. Next, she lets out a giggle while she adjusts the blue cat doll in her hands. Joy in its movements.

“ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska rolls over and nearly bumps her head into Miles’s leg. She peeks her eyes open carefully, realizing. When she hears thunder again, she is quick to cover both of her ears. Loud. :(
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
He's shaky, but he has to find his sister.

He finds her there and quietly sits beside her.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Ziska nods resolutely, a barely visible smirk on her face. Next, she lets out a giggle while she adjusts the blue cat doll in her hands. Joy in its movements.

“ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
"Dolls? Are, uh, Werden wir uns verkleiden. . . um, dolls?"

Miles stared at the dolls for a moment before gently taking the red one. He likes red. It's not his favorite color but she seemed to favor blue.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
“ Dolls. ”

Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls.

“ Red, and blue! ”

Almost to say: choose one!
perfectionskin.bsky.social
It seems she fell asleep there.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Thunderstorm, she’s hiding under the dining room table crying.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Thunderstorm, she’s hiding under the dining room table crying.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
“ Dolls. ”

Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls.

“ Red, and blue! ”

Almost to say: choose one!
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
Miles sat on the bed and watched her curiously.

"What are you doing, 'Ziska?"

He was under the impression the two of them would be dressing up. If he was just dressing up dolls that's something completely different.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
The stare dulls a bit while she contemplates his words. But - how is she supposed to . . ? Maybe, another day. She skips over to the little chest with her dolls and dress up clothes.

“ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-
perfectionskin.bsky.social
/ pretend she’s speaking german still i don't wanna force you to keep translating stuff 😭😭😭
perfectionskin.bsky.social
The stare dulls a bit while she contemplates his words. But - how is she supposed to . . ? Maybe, another day. She skips over to the little chest with her dolls and dress up clothes.

“ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
O-Oh. . .

"Uhm. . . Okay. Just don't put me in a dress. I don't like dresses. Uh, Ich mag. . . keine. . . Kleider."
perfectionskin.bsky.social
She looks up at him, and makes up her mind on the spot.

“ Dress. . . up! ”

She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy.

“ Bitte? ” 🥺
perfectionskin.bsky.social
She looks up at him, and makes up her mind on the spot.

“ Dress. . . up! ”

She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy.

“ Bitte? ” 🥺
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
"Uh. . . Spielen, that's play, right? Yeah I can play. Uhm."

He scrunched his face, trying to remember his German lessons.

"Was. . . möchtest du. . . spielen?"
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska brightens up ever slightly, though her expression remains the same. Well, at least now she had someone to play with! She hadn’t seen him today, so it was joy to experience. 🥹

“ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ”

Her big eyes stare away shyly.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
Franziska brightens up ever slightly, though her expression remains the same. Well, at least now she had someone to play with! She hadn’t seen him today, so it was joy to experience. 🥹

“ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ”

Her big eyes stare away shyly.
gladiusveritatis.bsky.social
It takes him a second to translate her words. But once he does he hurried into the room.

"Are you okay? Let me help."

He gently put his arms around her to help her to her feet.
perfectionskin.bsky.social
It’s a surprise she hasn’t completely started crying yet. Still, she sniffles and her brows furrow into one another. She is.. making a neutral face at him.

“ . . Ich fiel. ” She utters, a little gasp, struggling to stand.