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Here you will find mostly Ace Attorney (especially Fulbright), cute animals, inspirational quotes, and a li'l bit of Lupin the Third and Sonic the Hedgehog for good measure.

I also post my art here as well as RP, so keep an eye out! ^-^

timefox7 inquired:
You're the Phantom?!

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

yes.

Well, it’s not what I was expecting, but then again I didn’t know what to expect! *she laughs a little before gently taking the mirror from their hand* I think it looks marvelous.

*yeah, it was hard to believe that of all the faces, this was theirs. then again, what exactly were they expecting? it was a face. and it was solely theirs. their own face and no one else’s.* I guess it’s fine. *they grab the hem of her shirt.* It’s quite different… from the detective’s.

Yeah… *she looks down at the floor* Can… can we not talk about B-Bobby… please…? *she bites her lip to prevent herself from crying again*

*cue a raised brow from the phantom. still not the best at taking other people’s feelings into consideration.* Excuse me. *they take her into an embrace.* I won’t say it again. *their voice is very set on the matter, as is their face.*

Thank you. *she replies with a small voice and returns the embrace, trying to push the thoughts of Bobby out of her head. A tear escapes, but she’s able to prevent any others from doing the same.* So, what are you gonna do now?

the pics you’re using don’t really help your case, you know!

>:(


timefox7 inquired:
You're the Phantom?!

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

yes.

Well, it’s not what I was expecting, but then again I didn’t know what to expect! *she laughs a little before gently taking the mirror from their hand* I think it looks marvelous.

*yeah, it was hard to believe that of all the faces, this was theirs. then again, what exactly were they expecting? it was a face. and it was solely theirs. their own face and no one else’s.* I guess it’s fine. *they grab the hem of her shirt.* It’s quite different… from the detective’s.

Yeah… *she looks down at the floor* Can… can we not talk about B-Bobby… please…? *she bites her lip to prevent herself from crying again*

YEEEEEEEEEEES~

*FIERCELY IGNORES YOU*

don’t be a tsun tsun! :>

I AM NOT A TSUNDERE!!!


timefox7 inquired:
You're the Phantom?!

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

moephantom:

yes.

…You still want to see his face, don’t you? *they take a pause, making an effort to look her in the eyes. suddenly such a thing as staring straight into the eyes of someone felt like an intimate thing. is this what emotions are?* I don’t think I’m ready… to face my own face quite yet…

*she feels her heart skip a beat and blushes as their eyes meet* Do you think you’ll ever be ready to confront yourself? I mean, I know it’s scary, but it’s the only way people can grow. Besides… *she starts twirling one of their sideburns around her finger* …I wanna know the real you.

*their heart skips a beat, their eyes widening the slightest bit at her words. alone, facing themselves would be way too terrifying and pointless in nature. why would they be themselves if they could pretend to be someone else to gain people’s love? but if there was someone who wanted to actually know the real them… then it could be worth it. resolution seems to descend on the phantom’s face.* …This should be the last mask. I don’t feel like there’s anything behind this one… other than my face. *they step back and take a deep breath, taking a hold of the corner of their mask and slowly peeling it away. they keep their eyes closed as they lift their hands to feel their face. after a while they stop and open their eyes, looking straight at her. they have a unique combination of brown eyes and short, silver hair. they look tired but a little younger than Bobby, the shape of their face more slender but still angular.*

…What do I look like?

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*she covers her mouth with her hands as they remove the mask, too stunned to say anything. Are they really doing this? She can only stare as they look back at her, their true face now exposed to her and her alone. She gulps, their words finally processing in her startled mind.* Umm, it’s kinda… sorta like… *she shakes her head and reaches into her bag and pulls out a tiny mirror and hands it to them, flustered by her inability to speak* 

*they take another deep breath closing they’re eyes as they take the mirror. they already feel out of place and alien before they look at it, so they try to ready themselves - keep themselves together. they’re surprised they’ve gone this far without freaking out. finally they open their eyes. a moment passes in silence - they just stare.* I…is this what I look like? *they finally whisper.* I-is there… really no other mask? Is this it? *they feel their face as they look at their reflection, trying to pull their skin like it could be peeled away, but nothing happens. stuck in the middle of an out-of-body experience, they feel like they’re looking at everything from afar, their shocked eyes glued to the mirror.*

Well, mirror’s don’t lie. *she steps closer to them and lightly rubs their other arm* This is the real you. No one else has the face that you’re looking at right this very second. Do you like it?

*her words make them wince and return back from where ever they were.* My face… *they manage to tear their eyes away from the mirror, turning their gaze to her.* …Do you like it?

Well, it’s not what I was expecting, but then again I didn’t know what to expect! *she laughs a little before gently taking the mirror from their hand* I think it looks marvelous.


timefox7 inquired:
You're the Phantom?!

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

moephantom:

yes.

…You still want to see his face, don’t you? *they take a pause, making an effort to look her in the eyes. suddenly such a thing as staring straight into the eyes of someone felt like an intimate thing. is this what emotions are?* I don’t think I’m ready… to face my own face quite yet…

*she feels her heart skip a beat and blushes as their eyes meet* Do you think you’ll ever be ready to confront yourself? I mean, I know it’s scary, but it’s the only way people can grow. Besides… *she starts twirling one of their sideburns around her finger* …I wanna know the real you.

*their heart skips a beat, their eyes widening the slightest bit at her words. alone, facing themselves would be way too terrifying and pointless in nature. why would they be themselves if they could pretend to be someone else to gain people’s love? but if there was someone who wanted to actually know the real them… then it could be worth it. resolution seems to descend on the phantom’s face.* …This should be the last mask. I don’t feel like there’s anything behind this one… other than my face. *they step back and take a deep breath, taking a hold of the corner of their mask and slowly peeling it away. they keep their eyes closed as they lift their hands to feel their face. after a while they stop and open their eyes, looking straight at her. they have a unique combination of brown eyes and short, silver hair. they look tired but a little younger than Bobby, the shape of their face more slender but still angular.*

…What do I look like?

image

*she covers her mouth with her hands as they remove the mask, too stunned to say anything. Are they really doing this? She can only stare as they look back at her, their true face now exposed to her and her alone. She gulps, their words finally processing in her startled mind.* Umm, it’s kinda… sorta like… *she shakes her head and reaches into her bag and pulls out a tiny mirror and hands it to them, flustered by her inability to speak* 

*they take another deep breath closing they’re eyes as they take the mirror. they already feel out of place and alien before they look at it, so they try to ready themselves - keep themselves together. they’re surprised they’ve gone this far without freaking out. finally they open their eyes. a moment passes in silence - they just stare.* I…is this what I look like? *they finally whisper.* I-is there… really no other mask? Is this it? *they feel their face as they look at their reflection, trying to pull their skin like it could be peeled away, but nothing happens. stuck in the middle of an out-of-body experience, they feel like they’re looking at everything from afar, their shocked eyes glued to the mirror.*

Well, mirror’s don’t lie. *she steps closer to them and lightly rubs their other arm* This is the real you. No one else has the face that you’re looking at right this very second. Do you like it?


moephantom inquired:
you play mario kart with phanty and bobby~ and when bobby loses to you he screams "NGYOOHHH!" and glomps you making you fall to the floor with him on top of you, and phanty follows his example joining to the pile while the both of them smother you with kisses~

NO!!! NONONONONONONO


timefox7 inquired:
You're the Phantom?!

moephantom:

timefox7:

moephantom:

moephantom:

yes.

…You still want to see his face, don’t you? *they take a pause, making an effort to look her in the eyes. suddenly such a thing as staring straight into the eyes of someone felt like an intimate thing. is this what emotions are?* I don’t think I’m ready… to face my own face quite yet…

*she feels her heart skip a beat and blushes as their eyes meet* Do you think you’ll ever be ready to confront yourself? I mean, I know it’s scary, but it’s the only way people can grow. Besides… *she starts twirling one of their sideburns around her finger* …I wanna know the real you.

*their heart skips a beat, their eyes widening the slightest bit at her words. alone, facing themselves would be way too terrifying and pointless in nature. why would they be themselves if they could pretend to be someone else to gain people’s love? but if there was someone who wanted to actually know the real them… then it could be worth it. resolution seems to descend on the phantom’s face.* …This should be the last mask. I don’t feel like there’s anything behind this one… other than my face. *they step back and take a deep breath, taking a hold of the corner of their mask and slowly peeling it away. they keep their eyes closed as they lift their hands to feel their face. after a while they stop and open their eyes, looking straight at her. they have a unique combination of brown eyes and short, silver hair. they look tired but a little younger than Bobby, the shape of their face more slender but still angular.*

…What do I look like?

image

*she covers her mouth with her hands as they remove the mask, too stunned to say anything. Are they really doing this? She can only stare as they look back at her, their true face now exposed to her and her alone. She gulps, their words finally processing in her startled mind.* Umm, it’s kinda… sorta like… *she shakes her head and reaches into her bag and pulls out a tiny mirror and hands it to them, flustered by her inability to speak* 


moephantom inquired:
You're sitting on a grass field with Bobby and Phanty between the two of them. You and Bobby are both pointing out different shapes and characters on the clouds, laughing at what you see in them while Phanty just sits there quietly staring at you. "Why don't you join us?" Bobby asks them, to which they answer: "I'd much rather be looking at you than some clouds." "Good point", Bobby answers, and the both of them wrap their arms around you and lean their heads on your shoulders! (this is war now)

OH NO WHAT HAVE I BEGUN!!!