#dadwright

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[attorney-ramblings]

If you liked my last little Drabble this is something I’ve been writing for a while and only just posted today. More Miles Dadworth and Trucy coming up!

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tw: suicidal ideation and actions

[themadqueenmab]

Apollo : ema called me “one of mr. wright’s kids” today

Phoenix : you are one of my kids, right?

Apollo : ah.. yeah

Phoenix : it’s nice to be a father surrounded by his children

-  AA4's official anthology.

[daddywright]

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“Daddy!" Trucy lurches where she stands, and instead of letting go, her grip on his hand tightens, dragging him with as she stumbles to meet Mr. Wright’s quick pace. The distance between them disappears with unbalanced strides and before he can even flinch, there’s an arm around each of them, crushing them uncomfortably close. He goes stiff in the embrace, mind stuttering at the warmth of Mr. Wright’s wrinkled sweatshirt. His sleep sweatshirt, Apollo thinks blankly. Was he in bed already, when they called? What time is…? “You’re both okay?” Mr. Wright asks, and while it’s not a demand— Mr. Wright never demands, he requests, and lamely at that—his voice is still taut and low. Tense with worry. I’m cold, he doesn’t say, and together, they mumble an assent. But then, a glance over Mr. Wright’s shoulder, meeting one another’s eyes, and Trucy’s blue is dark and dull with the shared lie. “Can’t believe,” Mr. Wright mutters, and his grip on Apollo’s shoulder tightens a hair fraction before he leans back. “I’m sorry this happened.” What for? he wonders. They’re not the ones who got hurt, but maybe it’s…sad? Because something happened, something bad, that’s right— —Red, burbling out of a gaping mouth. Rasping, gravel and bloody froth. "Siren." — Bile rises in his throat, and his fingers sting cold, needle-pricked. He washed his hands clean, but they still feel chilled, almost wet, no matter how many times he rubs them against his jeans. “Pollo.” He blinks, and Mr. Wright’s looking straight at him, jagged brow pinched tight. It makes his forehead look like a heart monitor. It's almost funny, and a chuckle dies unheard in his throat. “I’m fine,” he says. It must come out odd, because Mr. Wright’s face goes serious. But then, a beat, and when he speaks next his voice is strangely light, almost easy. “I know,” Mr. Wright replies. And it’s a relief. If Mr. Wright believes it, then he’s sure it can be true. He can go home, and take a hot shower, and get warm, and then— “C’mon, kids,” Mr. Wright says then, and the hand on his shoulder slips to his back as they’re guided in a gentle about-face. Apollo’s feet move like mindless stumps. “We’re going home." Yeah, he thinks, but his mouth says, “My car—” “Miles’ll drive it,” Mr. Wright interrupts easily, and he blinks, dazed by the image of Mr. Edgeworth crammed into his rusty orange beater.

“Papa’s here?” Mr. Wright huffs fondly under his breath like the question’s adorable, and maybe it is. “He’s checking in with Klavier, but we’ll catch him before we go. He’s just making sure the case gets handed off quick with no bumps.” A half-smile. “Chief Prosecutor, y’know?" He did. Everyone did, because Mr. Wright couldn’t shut up about it. At least it was deserved. The string of thought is somehow calming as Mr. Wright guides them through the maze of backstage halls, a faint balm across tangled nerves. “Don’t I— Don’t I have to give a statement?” he pieces together. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it. You can give it tomorrow.” "But—" “Tomorrow,” Mr. Wright says, firm, and Apollo’s thoughts scatter. But I saw it. I saw him. I heard what he said. It’s not protocol, I should have to— The fingers on his shoulder squeeze gently, grounding him to Earth. “Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Wright says. “Miles is taking care of it, alright? Your testimony can wait. You’re not a suspect.” Aren't I? His mind protests, but with faltering interest. His mind skirts away from thinking on it too deeply, concentration eeling from his grasp. I was at the scene of the crime, wasn’t I? “Let’s go home, Polly,” Trucy whispers, rounding her father and taking his hand. He gives up the last thread of resistance to the touch. He wants it. Home. Not the lonely drive to his place. Not his empty bedroom. But the gunpowder green tea smell of the Wright-Edgeworth apartment. It’s always warm, and he’s freezing, and Pess will curl up in his lap and he can bury himself in her fur and— “Yeah,” he says, and he’s guided out with a Wright at each arm, numb everywhere but for the bright points of heat at his shoulder and wrapped around his fingers.

[rc--chan]

How Ace Attorney Parents Address Their Children And The Meaning Behind It

Inspired by that one sibling post.

Brat(affectionate) from Phoenix Wright to Trucy

Miniature Headache(honorific) from Miles Edgeworth to Kay

My Child(professional diagnosis) from Manfred von Karma to Franziska

My Dear Son(derogatory) from Queen Ga'ran to Nahyuta

[k1spiegel]

corvo for the ask meme :3c

Sexuality Headcanon: big pan lad

Gender Headcanon: cis i guess ? trans corvo’s good 2

A ship I have with said character: im the big corvo/samuel bastard Now

A BROTP I have with said character: Corvo Is The Outsider’s New Dad. i guess all of these hcs are really more like family hcs

A NOTP I have with said character: <:)

A random headcanon: corvo’s been mute his entire life. it didn’t effect him being royal bodyguard much at all since he can handle most things himself so it’s Fine

General Opinion over said character: I Love Corvo. i feel more strongly abt him than i feel abt most other viddy game protagonists

[tenderlytremendoushideout-blog]

THESE TWO FANFICS ARE CURRENTLY GIVING ME SO MANY FEELINGS

: an essay by me.

ALRIGHT SO; Recently ive been reading Puzzle Pieces ( a wonderful fic featuring baby polly being adopted by miles and a lovesick teacher phoenix who cant get over his childhood crush)

and

Running in the Shadows (a fic where Miles is a blind CEO by day, a vigilante like hero by night. And Phoenix is a single dad of two who is also a detective that is somehow involved with the mafia. Also metahumans) and I just need to vent after reading the 4th chapters of each of these fics?? Because?? They are so frigin good????

The way its all written, the character relationships and the plot is just so interesting and in a lot of cases so frigin adorable???? I think I found my two new favourite ongoing fics ever-

BOTH FEATURE LIL POLLY AND TRUCY TOO AND MILES WITH SOME HEALTHY SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS. AND AN ADORABLE PHOENIX. IM WEAK FOR ALL THESE THINGS- I swear these two will be the end of me. Ill overdose on this cuteness-

PLEASE READ THESE FANFICS SO YOU CAN SUFFER WITH ME

Puzzle Pieces: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12335886

Running in the Shadows: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12293253

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING MY RANT ON FICTIONAL GAY DADS AND CUTE CHILDREN ,

I ALSO WANT TO THANK THE WRITTERS; StarlightTiki AND Spiderlass

YOU RUINED MY SLEEP SCHEDULE BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. Thank you very much for writting this and I hope you have very awesome and amazing day!!!!

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💖 prompto and cloud ! (i can't separate them... That You...)

that is the shit i like to hear, g’pa! <3 <3 <3

(thank u that means a lot !!! blonde ff twinks is the same...)