#i love heterochromia phoenix

[correctlyme]

My most srs ace attorney headcanon is that Phoenix was born with brown eyes, but the lingering poison from the glass necklace caused his eyes to very slowly lose its brown colour and shift into blue eyes.

#its like how godots hair turns white #i love heterochromia phoenix #but this is my true magnum opus headcanon about phoenix's eyes #its my explanation for his eyes being different post trilogy #ace attorney #aa #aablr #phoenix wright #aa3-1 #turnabout memories #naruhodo ryuichi #unpopular opinion but i do like blue eyed phoenix #i know he was probably europeanized but hes still pretty af so #brown eye phoenix supremacy tho

[amaranthdahlia]

genderbend aa doodles bc theyre so fun 2 draw :]

#im gonna draw tgaa next if i could #ace attorney #phoenix wright #maya fey #miles edgeworth #trucy wright #pearl fey #also i love giving my eye hcs to aa charavters #like the naruhodous have heterochromia #feys have magatama pupils #and gramaryes have heterchromia too but with only the pupil circle having a diff color (red) #beanix #feenie #aslo sorry if the names suck #theyre not how i hc them yet just some sort ofnplaceholder ig #dahlia.art

[the-kremblin]

I love your art of Mia Fey! Have you ever drawn Phoenix?

YES I HAVE but all my old aa art is ☆really bad☆. also i absolutely hate drawing his hair. unnatural hairstyles are generally hard for me to translate into my style but this little fucker's head especially so. but just for you, here's a quick doodle of the one and only local dumbass lawyer~

#krems-doodles #digital art #ace attorney #phoenix wright #please don't go looking for my old aa art #you'll find it but it's embarassing #just request new shit #i love how the aa fandom has collectively agreed nick has heterochromia and i subscribe to this hc #my shading automatically looks like the bi flag which is perfect because that is what this man is

[precalamity]

he doesn’t have heterochromia TO YOU. i get him tho

#this is about 1) my quirky middle school OC 2) any guy who has same colored eyes in canon #but the fandom loves to hc otherwise which brings us to 3) #phoenix wright #BUT who I was thinking of when I wrote this and my very weird niche opinion is 4) #alois trancy #who is my little guy to be clear I do not enjoy the show he’s a part of #but I understand him fundamentally and he’s enough of a weirdgirl that he gets heterochromia #j.talking

[u3pxx]

Haven’t gotten the chance to say this but you’re one of my favorite AA artists! I just love your art style so much, your detailing is incredible. If you don’t mind the question, I am curious, what are those little dots Phoenix has under his eyes? (I’ve noticed Ryunosuke has them too!)

uwehh thank you so much that makes me so glad to know!! :'^]

and to answer your question, they're moles! the two moles under the eyes are like a leftover feature i used to give characters that then transferred onto phoenix when i got into ace attorney. when i started drawing ryuunosuke, i decided to make it like a naruhodou family trait alongside the heterochromia! :^]

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #ryuunosuke naruhodou #ryunosuke naruhodo #sunnysideanswers #vivid-luz

[objectven]

I honestly love the phenemon of Phoenix having heterochromia is some fanarts cause it's a shining example of 'fandom telephone' cause there's not any reason as artist to give Phoenix heterochromia if you've only seen the source material cause phoenix's eyes are an ambiguous grey that could be read as blue or brown from a distance but they never look different from each other. The heterochromia is a result from people going 'yknow what a fun way to settle the brown/blue debate? both' and making a cool little chracter trait and running with it

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #i still after all the years cannot stop trying to spell his name phonenix before i relise the mistake

[ohtobeleah]

I’m loving terms of endearment. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues like bipolar. Domestic abuse mentions. Also! The pillow case thing is something Baileys mother still does to this day. 🥺 here’s the Masterlist

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“You playing babysitter now, Bradshaw?” Phoenix taunted as she caught sight of Bradley Bradshaw walking into the Hard Deck with your little girl strung on his hip. Her head lulling onto his shoulder, tired and just ready to go home after a massive day of doing whatever two year olds get up to at pre-school. “Daddy daycare suits you.”

“Eat me.” Rooster shot back as he came over to greet her and Bob who sat parched up at one of the bar tables. “Hangman taxied into Y/n’s workshop late this afternoon, she got stuck with pickup.”

“Hiya Dot—“ Bob beamed as Rooster handed her over. His arms were outstretched almost from the second he saw the two year old's heterochromia eyes. One blue, one brown.

“I’m just here picking up some dinner.”

“You know Bradshaw, you’re playing a dangerous game here.” Phoenix held her beer up to her lips as she spoke. “Felix isn’t the type of girl who melts like putty into a man’s arms.” Rooster raised a questioning eyebrow, coaxing Phoenix to explain her theory. “She’s been through hell from what we can all tell, you playing baby driver isn’t gonna make her any less inclined to wanna play house.”

“Good thing I don’t wanna just play house huh?” Rooster tapped the top of the table twice before he made his way over to the bar. Leaving Dot in the capable hands of Robert Floyd while he ordered a few burgers to go from Penny.

“Couple of burgers to go Pen, and I’ll fix up Odette's juice tap too while I’m here.” Penny couldn’t help but to smirk as she input Roosters' order, sending it through to the kitchen out back before ringing up the tab he’d started on your daughter’s behalf. Penny had very clear, very strict instructions—all juices and fizzies you ever ordered for Dot were to be put under Roosters name. He’d started the tan one night after he’d asked if you wanted a drink, at first you were reluctant, but you thanked him nonetheless and asked for another draft. Rooster also took it upon himself to get your daughter an orange juice.

That was a month after you’d moved in the Hangman. It had been another three since.

“You still playing the long con Bradshaw?” Penny cooed as she took Roosters card, the same he always used. Swiping it through and clearing his tab. “That girl’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Don’t I know it.” Rooster wore his heart on his sleeve, everyone knew it. Including him. He was incredibly self aware that when he was infatuated with someone they became his whole world. “But what’s a guy gonna do Pen? Honestly, whatever she wants me to do I’ll do it.”

“She knows, just give her time Rooster, a girl like Y/n doesn’t let her guard down easily. So the fact she’s trusting you to look after her daughter right now is an absolute feat.”

“She lets Hangman look after her all the time.” Rooster took his card back gently before pocketing it back into his wallet.

“Yeah, she also showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night after her partner tried to kill her.” Penny didn’t know that Rooster didn’t know all the details of what brought you to North Island. He understood whatever it was had you reluctant to trust, but his heart absolutely sunk into his stomach hearing Penny say something so horrible so nonchalantly. “Of course she’s gonna trust him, he’s obviously earned it—they’ve known each other for how long?”

“Since they were kids.” Rooster answered as Penny gave him an all knowing smile. Spraying down the bar with sanitizer before she wiped it clean.

“Exactly, but whatever you’re doing Roo, you’re doing right.” Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin were all Bradley had in terms of parental figures. He trusted their judgment more than his own sometimes. So to hear her say he was doing something good reassured him that love was indeed the pursuit of a fool—but it would be worth it all for you. “Felix will come around, she’s obviously smitten as for you, just—take it easy, let her control the speed, she’s a stray, they take a while to warm up.”

Rooster didn’t stay all that long, he knew Odette was just itching to get home. He could see it in her eyes as she played with the fabric of Bob's T-shirt. Sucking her thumb to soothe herself as the music got a little louder. With a plastic bag full of takeout, Rooster took your daughter back from where she sat on Bob's lap. Like she’d done a million times, the second Rooster had her situated on his hip—she melted into his side. Bradley had become a bigger part of your daughter’s life than he understood. Deciding his place was not the better of his two options to take Odette.

“You can't be serious?” Jake opened his front door with a sigh of disbelief as Odette came bounding up across the grass. “What are you doing here!”

“Well, I was thinking– all her stuff is here, I don't have anything at mine, so the most logical thing to do would probably be to just watch her here for a couple of hours.” Rooster explained as he carried the take out bag in his hand and Dot’s school bag over his shoulder. He dwarfed it– the purple bag that seemed too big at times for your daughter barely fit over Bradley's shoulder. The strap nearly cutting of his circulation as he made his way over to where Jake now stood holding the little girl he’d take a hail of bullets for. “Already text Felix, so she knows we’re gonna be here.”

“Okay well, it's just gonna be you guys for a while– Coyotes up for a game of pool.” Jake felt Odette squirm in his grasp as he placed her down on the ground before she took off in the direction of her dollhouse. “Dont burn my house down.” Tapping Rooster twice on the shoulder, Jake passed him in the entrance way, throwing him his house key off his key chain in the process. “And don't forget her bedtime is seven thirty.”

Jake Seresin liked to pretend he didn't care all that much about anyone or anything, but under the thin layer of vanity and egomaniacal persona he liked to project more often than not–he would lay his life on the line for you and your daughter if need be. Sure he was starting to feel a little cramped being outnumbered in his own home. But he knew the reason you were so reluctant to apply for staff accommodation in the first place. Jake had always been and would always continue to be a protector. Having him just a few steps down the hall brought you unmatchable comfort. You were safe here, he’d promised you that. So far? So good.

He just wished he had done something sooner rather than later. He always has an underlying suspicion that your partner Jaidyn wasn’t all that respectable. It wasn’t until you started reaching out for help that Jake realised just how bad things had truly gotten—but he wasn’t quick enough on the draw. He didn’t have enough leave saved up to do a trip back to Texas to come and figure out what was actually going on. Before he knew it? You were at his door with just the clothes on your back and whatever you could fit in a bag for Odette.

“You didn’t come for me!” You weren’t the type of person to drink yourself drunk. But as you threw up the contents of your stomach into Jake's toilet as he rubbed and back, held your daughter and made sure your hair wasn’t getting caught in the trajectory of your vomit—the smell was undeniably unpleasant. You’d surely had way too much. “You could have come for me but you didn’t—“

“I was coming for you Y/n, I just needed to get some time off work that’s all—you know I would have been there in an instant if I was able to.”

“I didn’t drive—“ That's all you explained that initial night as you threw up everything in your system. Jake noticed the dried blood in your hair and the bruises that were starting to show. “Taxi.” He didn’t press for any more details, Nake knew you’d tell him come the morning. “You didn’t fucking come for me, I needed you—“ It was painful to see you the way you were, Jake loved you like his own sister. He’d always seen you as one, so to hear you say he’d let you down when you needed him the most broke his heart. “I needed you and you weren’t there.”

So Jake never pressured you to apply, he let you take your time. But the more he saw your light coming back? Especially around Bradley Bradshaw, surely a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t heart his chances in getting his house back.

“I got it.” Rooster answered as Jake shut the front door, the sound of Dot playing with her dollhouse the only thing filling the void of silence. “Alright little one, let’s get you all sorted.”

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It was honestly a relief that Rooster had decided to take Dot back to your place. It wasn't something you had thought through all that much, but when you eventually saw the text he’d sent about doing that instead–your anxiety seemed to subside to a point where you could actually focus on your work. Get it done quickly so you could get home to your little girl.

Rooster heard you pulling up into the driveway around eight thirty. He swore he heard the new Taylor Swift album blaring about a mile down the road before headlights were lighting up the living room. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t sung along a time or two to bejeweled if he heard it playing in your workshop whenever he’d stop by for lunch.

At the sound of keys rattling, Bradley gently sat up a little straighter on the lounge. He’d tried to negotiate with Odette around seven o’clock that she had to start getting ready for bed but her only response was ‘not without mama.’ So, he compromised. The two year old was fast asleep as cocomelon played softly in the background and the rainbow lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the living room.

“Before you scold me, she’s been like this since seven thirty.” Rooster defended himself as you stood in the entryway looking over at where he laid with your daughter sleeping on his chest. He’d been absentmindedly drawing unidentifiable shapes across her back to settle her. It was a sight that just melted your heart. “I just didn’t have the heart to move her up into your room.”

“You don’t know how thankful I am Rooster, honestly—“ You mumbled as you kicked off your boots. You were tossing up whether or not to have a quick shower at work before coming home, but you felt guilty leaving Bradley to look after Odette more than he had to.

“Don’t even stress, really.” Rooster groaned as he stood. Odette stayed clung to his chest as he carried her over to where you stood. Your shoulders softened either more as she curled into his chest even more as she slept. “I’ll go put her to bed. Why don’t you have a shower, change, and before you ask I got you a burger and some fries."

“Woah, you really do know how to seduce a woman don’t you Bradshaw.” Teasing Bradley as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, your hand resting on his shoulder. “I’ll be right down, shower sounds way too good after I just spent two hours cleaning dismembered bird parts from Jake's intake.”

“You know sometimes you make it sound so glamorous.” Rooster followed you up the stairs, hot on your heels as he carried your daughter to the room you shared. It wasn’t much but it was most definitely enough. She had her own little bed while you had yours. In terms of space there was enough room to still put a desk and perhaps a small office chair if you wanted to. Jake had even at one point offered to swap rooms with you. He wanted you to have the master since you had Odette too—but you were already imposing on his space enough. To take his room too would’ve been cruel.

“Yeah, and the dried vomit I always end up cleaning out of your oxygen tanks makes your job seem so desirable as well.” Rooster smirked as he took a right at the top of the staircase as you made a sharp left. “But yeah—it wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing on my Friday night, that’s for sure.”

You felt comfortable around Bradley, it was weird—usually you were a little stand-offish around men in general. A little more reserved and timid. With Jake? Never. He’d seen you at your worst so it could only go up. But with Bradley? Things just felt so domestic and easygoing. You knew he liked you, you liked him too. But you couldn’t drag him into your mess. He was too much of a good guy to be dealing with crazy ex partners and the truckload of baggage you brought to the table.

As you washed away shower thoughts of Rooster, he put your daughter to bed for the night. Tucking her in, making sure she had her favorite teddy by her side for extra comfort. She had a bad habit of sucking her thumb, but god did she look way too adorable. He couldn't help himself, it felt so right, gently brushing her hair back and out of the way of her forehead before planting the softest of kisses against her forehead. There was probably some undiscussed boundary he’d crossed–but Odette Dolan was the light of everyone's life. Including Bradleys.

“Sleep tight Dot.” Rooster cooed as he turned on his heels, noticing the open cupboard. He knew that if he didn’t shut it now Dot may wake up later in the night crying. At the young age of two, monsters in the closet were a real problem. Rooster knew you had your own monsters, but he also knew he couldn't do much to help you with those. At least he could help protect Odette. “What's all this huh?” Rooster smirked to himself as he noticed all the christmas presents tucked inside the closet. You spoiled her rotten. Everything from barbie dolls to new clothes, school supplies and even some new dress ups. “She’s got you all sorted huh?”

Rooster shut the closet with a smile plastered across his face–he had already brought you a bracelet he’d seen you eyeing off from time to time whenever you guys would go into Westfields together. The white gold bracelet with diamonds surely wasn't something you were going to splurge on. He knew you were reluctant to spend big on yourself, something that had been instilled in you since you were a child. But he already had the bracelet under his tree.

“God, I'm starving!” You sighed as you wrapped a towel around your head, holding your wet locks up in a plop style twist. “That burger is gonna go down a treat.”

“You're welcome, I settled Dot's juice tab too.” Rooster beamed as he sat at the dining table watching as you bent over to retrieve the burger he’d got you. The oversized shirt left very little to his imagination as the pair of panties you wore peaked out. Lace. Black.

“Good, don't open it again, I can pay for my daughter's drinks, Bradshaw.” You were so hungry that you didn't even bother putting the cold burger in the microwave. Taking a bite as you rolled your eyes in relief. “Fuck this is so good.”

“Too late, already started another one–” It wasn't that you weren't thankful for the gesture, it was more so the fact you felt obligated to pay Bradley back. It was just the way you were raised by your brothers. Any debt you owed anyone you paid back the second you were good for it. Y/l/n’s didn't owe anything to anyone. “And before you say you’ll pay me back, don't even bother, it's a non-negotiable.”

“You know Bradshaw, You're playing a dangerous game here.” You cooed as you sauntered over to where he sat, straddling his waist as he welcomed you onto his lap.

“Funny you say that, Phoenix said the same thing.” Bradley responded as he let his hands slip up your back under the shirt you were wearing. One of his.

“She's smart, she knows you're falling in love with me–doesn’t want you getting hurt.” You took another bite of your burger. God Bradley could not be more in love with you if he tried. “It's inevitable that I'll break your heart.” Not that you were trying to. You liked Rooster, probably more than you let yourself admit. A life with him didn't seem too bad in the grand scheme of things. But you knew deep down, you weren't good enough for anyone as kind and as loving as Bradley Bradshaw.

“What do you mean falling in love with you? I've already fallen.” Bradley was quick to press a kiss to your collarbone. “Just waiting for the moment you admit it to yourself that you’re in love with me too.”

“Oh–” You scoffed. “You'll be waiting a while there big boy, hope you're comfortable.” You teased as you softly moved your hips against Bradley's crotch. He bit back a moan as you chuckled softly to yourself.

“Very, especially with you sitting on my lap right now.” Roosters hands had slipped out from under your shirt to help guide your hips. You could feel him bulging through his jeans.

“Yeah I thought you were a little happy to see me.” Raising an eyebrow as you took the final bite of your burger, sucking your fingers clean almost seductively. Bradley was losing his goddamn mind.

“Extremely, I’m extremely happy to see you” Roster leaned in again to kiss your neck. “Always.” Leaving soft pepper-like kisses against the junction of your neck and shoulder—he noticed how you lulled your head to the side. Giving him more access as you continued to move your hips in small circles. “You’re driving me crazy here Fe.”

“Am I?” You teased with an all knowing attitude. “You should stay the night.” Rooster had to stop his assault on your neck just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. You'd never asked him to stay the night before.

“How would that work with a two year old in the same room?” Bradley raised a brow as he pulled away. A soft pink hume had crept across his cheeks. Clearly flustered.

“There’s a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a dining room we could surely take advantage of.” You knew you had him all kinds of fucked up,

So much so he’d forgotten how to talk. “I’m sure between the two of us we could figure something out?” You couldn’t help but to laugh as Bradley nodded desperately in response before his lips were on yours in a second. Softly melting into one as your hands now roamed his torso under his shirt. Grinding against him as the friction his jeans brought felt way too good to stop.

“You sure about this?” Bradley whispered as he pulled away flustered and horny. If you said stop now he’d be able to, in a few more minutes he’d really have to fight his urges. “Because we can stop if you.”

“You picked my daughter up from daycare Bradley, you brought me dinner, I’m sure—“ You kissed him again in a needy manner. Your tongues danced with one anothers Rooster played with the hem of your shirt. Balling it into his palms before pulling away. Lifting your arms above your head so he could remove it. “I’m so sure—“

“Holy shit—“ Bradley felt like a teenager again as he sat eye to eye with your exposed breasts. He’d seen what felt like a million pairs before but yours? Out of this world beautiful. “Baby you’re killing me here.”

“You wanna go—“ Before you could finish your sentence there was obnoxious knocking coming from the front door. You flung yourself so quickly from Roosters lap he swore he got whiplash from how quickly you jumped off him. Snatching your shirt from his hands as you raced over to see who it was. “Fucking hell.” As you opened the door, Jake stood there with a slump to his shoulders.

“Coyote must have a pool teacher, he flogged my ass—“ He murmured to himself as he pushed past you.

“Don’t you have a key?” You groaned, you’d just been cockblocked. It wasn’t all that often you decided to put yourself out there—and the one time you decided to let your guard down? Jakes there to ruin it.

“I gave it to Rooster!” He hissed back at you before he made eye contact with a very flushed Rooster sitting at his dining table. Putting two and two together with the fact you weren’t wearing any pants? He knew something was going on. “Okay no, unacceptable behaviour people—“

“You meddled!” Roosted whisper shouted as he stood from the chair you’d just been dry humping him on.

“Yeah but that wasn’t an invitation to fuck on my dining table man come on—“

“Nothing happened, dad.” You gruffed as you made your way over to the table, sitting down with a huff. “But you seriously have impeccable timing. I'll give you that.”

“Yeah, literally—I guess we could just wrap up those presents you’ve been hoarding in the cupboard instead?” Rooster saw the quick look of question on your face before it turned into a look of agreement.

“Oh yeah, well I mean I was just gonna throw them all into pillow cases but yeah I mean if you want to. Since we can’t you know, fuck on the dining table.” It was a jab at Jake who looked at you rather unimpressed. “You got any wrapping paper there papa or should we fuck on the couch instead?”

“There should be some out in the garage.” Jake answered as he stood with his hands on his hips. “This is my house you know, if I make a clear rule that there’s to be no fucking in any common areas of this household I expect it to be followed.”

“Hangman—“ Rooster sighed as he tapped him on the shoulder. “Nothing happened, and you can’t tell me you’ve never brought a blonde home and haven’t made it up the stairs?” Jake was silent for a moment as you and Bradley ganged up on him. Both laughing softly as you shared an all knowing look.

“It's my house!! I can do whatever I want!! God! You—you are a fucking miscreant if I ever knew one.” Jake groaned as he turned on his heels and made his way up the stairs. “Unbelievable, in my own home—“ You heard him muttering to himself as you and Bradley made your way to the garage. A box of seasonal products still sitting on top of the freezer from when you’d put up the Christmas tree a few days prior.

“Hey, what did you mean by pillow cases?” Bradley asked as he watched you finish out a roll of wrapping paper.

“Oh, it’s nothing really—“ It had been something you grew up with. “It’s just, we didn’t always have money for presents growing up—on the years me and my brothers were able to round up enough cash to buy my sisters a small present each, we barely had enough left over to buy wrapping paper and all that stuff, so we’d use pillow cases.” The way you said had Rooster in a tizzy. It seemed so normal.

“You mean you sometimes didn’t do presents at all?” Bradley Bradshaw knew his privilege, but he’d never actually had someone tell him to his face that gift wrapping was a luxury.

“Rooster, I’ve got a bipolar mum–but I honestly wouldn't even be able to tell you if she's still alive or not and an alcoholic addict dad who's only ever around when he needs money.” You explained as you stood in the garage of Jake's home. He’d come back down to give you a piece of his mind about respecting his furniture—but had heard you finally opening up to Bradley about your life. Something he’d been pleading with you to do. “They were never around, so we’d save whatever wasn’t going towards bills and food just to be able to buy a barbie or a tonka truck or something my kid sisters were desperate for—some years though we just had to go without because dad would find the money and it would be gone in seconds.”

“Y/n, that’s—“ Jake had always told Bradley that if he put his problems in a pile with yours he could guarantee he’d take his shit back so quickly. You’d been through so much. “I don't even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, just come help me wrap these presents because I don’t know what I’m doing if it’s not a pillow case.” Before you could make your way past where Bradley stood, he was reaching out to draw you into a kiss so passion filled it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. Dropping the wrapping paper you kissed him back, your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, and whatever we are? I’m okay with, but just know that I’m all in with you—with your daughter, with your baggage.” Rooster kissed you one more time as his hands moved from your hips to cup your cheeks. “But I get the sense you’re trusting me more, so please—you can tell me anything Y/n.”

“You don’t wanna get involved, Rooster.” You said it almost as a final warning. Because whatever warnings you’d given Bradley before he hadn’t heard. As you looked lovingly into his eyes, deep swirling pools of browns and dark greens, you thought maybe for a moment you were worth his unconditional love. “I’m not who you think I am.”

“Too bad, I’m already too invested to quit cold turkey now.”

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Tags: @a-serene-place-to-be @lilyevanswhore @thescarletknight2014 @blindedbythelightt @averyhotchner

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun fic #top gun bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x female reader #rooster x f!reader

[sciencelings-arts]

I will never forgive capcom for naming this guy Phoenix and not making him a little magical

Closeups and symbolism under the cut, you guys know me, I gotta ramble

Lie detector mode activated, I just think it would be neat if people could tell when he can see people’s lies, make him a little unsettling, just for funsies

Idk I’m just real proud of the magatama and its lighting, also I gave him burn scars from The Bridge, there’s just no way he came out of that with just a cold.

Bisexual color scheme let’s go, when Mia adopts him as her little brother he gets one of her magatamas to symbolize his connection to the Fey family. Also bc it confused me as to why she’s depicted with two different colored ones, so she has a spare that she hands off to Phoenix lol.

Close ups bc I wanted to talk some more, firstly the symbolism of the star earring, so the WAA has their own obvious celestial thing going on, Sun- Apollo, Moon- Athena, and so I decided that the Stars- the Wrights. I like leaning into the idea that both him and Trucy are at their core, performers. There’s also the association of luck and wishes that come with shooting stars that I think vibes with him idk.

Also I gave him sectoral heterochromia in the shape of the magatama so it can glow when he uses it and it just looks cool man

One more thing, his hair. I like the idea that when he ate the necklace he didn’t just get scars on his lips from crunching the glass as frantically as he could manage, but the poison left behind bleached his hair and fucked him up a little more than what’s in the games. Also it looks kinda cool. I love permanent effects (physical or otherwise) of traumatic experiences!

Another magatama color but I also wanted to talk about his clothes, the buttons are based off of the sparkle in the ace attorney logo and the buttons on Ryunosuke’s clothes in TGAA

And bc I like connecting characters to each other, the diamond pattern is obvious Trucy coded. I also like the idea that his waistcoat is something of a mix between a corset, a back brace, and a bullet proof vest. I think that would be nice for him. That didn’t do much to change its design I just thought about it.

#his big puppy eyes are so important to me #he is yet another casualty of my attempt to draw men and accidentally making them look like lesbians #Phoenix is a Fey in my heart #he deserves to be a little magical with that kind of name #my art #artists on tumblr #ace attorney #phoenix wright ace attorney #phoenix wright #Fey!Phoenix #pwaa #character design

[loulou-garou]

shoutout to the narumitsu fics and fanarts that give phoenix heterochromia to balance the eye color change throughout the series i love to see that shit it's awesome

(it's the only hetero thing about him if you know what i'm saying)

#phoenix #phoenix wright #ace attorney #ace attorney memes #narumitsu #mitsunaru #wrightworth #worthwright #miles edgeworth #aa

[bl4cktourmaline]

🏮 . 月 — day five featuring shinonome ena

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TAP TAP!

Ena was scrolling through her selfies she has posted online with you in it.

"Look at this selfie [name]! I can't believe we had to wait for 2hrs to dine in, ugh. However it was worth it."

"Oh oh! How about this one? You look so adorable with this kuromi plush!"

Ena was enthusiastically showing off every selfies with you in it. However, it couldn't be said the same to you..

"..."

"[Name]? What's wrong?"

"O-oh.. It's just nothing.. I just feel a bit insecure since all the selfies I'm in with you has lesser likes than the ones you do with others or by yourself. Are my eyes really that weird..?"

"Nonsense! Sure, they may have lesser likes but they're honestly missing out on what a cute person you are! Besides, you don't need to care about the likes! I'm your girlfriend aren't I? You should only pay attention to me!"

"..."

"I'll love you regardless [name]. Don't let anyone change that."

"..Heh, I guess you're right Ena."

As your cheeks turn a little red from what she had just said in the call.

"Hey Ena, I'm going to end the call so I can get ready for our date!"

"Alright, just don't be late!"

You then got up to prepare yourself, since you and Ena were going to go on a date for just a bit.

»»-----► After a while... ❍✧

"That was a fun ride. Glad we came to phoenix wonderland. Right Ena?"

"..."

Ena was seen being on her phone swiping furiously at it.

"Hey Ena?"

You came up behind her trying to see what she was doing only to scare her.

"[N-NAME]?! Don't come up behind me like that again."

She quickly covered her screen.

"Are you okay Ena? You didn't reply to my statement and was swiping a lot so I wanted to see what you were doing.."

"Aha. Don't worry too much about it."

"Now come on, we have more rides to go on!"

As she dragged you to the other rides in hope of distracting you.

⋘ Back at home... ⋙

"That was a fun date.. Though I wonder what Ena was doing on her phone.."

-and like that, your prayers have been answered.

DING!

"Huh? A message. From who?"

As you opened your phone screen to see your best friend texting you. You decided to open the chat, only to be shocked and upset.

Had it all been a lie? What was the goal of doing that? To just shatter someone random's heart?

You were done.

⋘ At night school... ⋙

"Hey [name], have you seen th-"

As you turn around to face Ena, she was kind of shocked seeing that you've put your contacts back on.

"[N-name]? Why are you putting your contacts on again? Were you getting harassed or bullied??"

"Funny seeing you ask that."

You replied coldly towards her, before bringing your phone screen up to her, showing her a screenshot of one of her post making fun of your different eye colors.

"..We're done by the way.. Now leave me alone."

As you started to walk away from her.

"W-Wait [name]!"

"I didn't post that! You got to believe me. This was all a misunderstanding!"

"Please don't hate me.."

"I don't have a good reason for doing this!"

"I'm being framed.. Please believe me!"

As her pleas slowly drowned out as you walked away from her.

..Though why were her cries so genuine..?

No.. Surely your best friend wouldn't lie to you right?

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from X

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Wooo, happy birthday to me! :D

..Now where's my furina fic yue?/j

calling...@mizu-nights

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[hermann371]

the fanon that phoenix wright has heterochromia pleases me so much i can't even express it. it scratches my brain in the strangest way possible. what a way to represent we can't define his eye color with certainity. i love you ace attorney fandom

#ace attorney

[sunnytheclodsdire]

2 fresh pmd ocs.

and unlike Inkpot and System, these two have a lil story being written by yours truly!

Ehehe it's still a long way from finished though! So, I'll tell you a few facts (under the cut)

Phoenix facts:

Phoenix probably has autism. ( i'm still deciding because I don't want to portray it the wrong way and insult people with autism)

Phoenix is trans (Female to Male)

He was supposed to get his hair, feather..things..Cut. But he didn't have any money to pay with. While he was getting money, he kinda fell in love with it.

Phoenix is a hybrid of a Woobat and a Torchic

Phoenix can make orbs, he has a cabinet full of them in his home.

Phoenix has arctic blue eyes

Rain facts:

Rain's scars apparently came from rocks in the ocean slicing her a bit too hard. They resemble cracks in glass when they're fresh.

Rain is a glass Mudkip variant.

Rain doesn't have any idea what the liquid is.

Rain has heterochromia. She finds it odd so she covers up her eyes.

And that's about all I have or can tell you without spoiling almost everything so uhh, have a good day or night!

#pokemon #my ocs #oc stuff #ocs #my characters #original character #oc art #sunnytheclodsire #sunnytheclodsdire #fakemon #pkmn #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon ocs #pmd eos #pmd #mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #pmd oc #AHHH I LOVE THEM!!

[brodorokihousuke]

I love how Capcom was inconsistent with Phoenix’s eye color and we just... ran with it. He looks basic enough that the heterochromia is just a really nice accent, I think.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright ace attorney #phoenix wright #not sure whether I like blue or brown eyes on him more so it's a good compromise too lmao

[magnuficent76]

My oc Baltazar !!!! Plus complimentary doodles cuz I adore them so so so much <3 They're my favorite squinky if you couldn't tell.

Some info under the cut, if you'd like to knowww <3

Baltazar Phoenix (Written in original aasyran as "Phoenx Baalthzyr") Is the protagonist of the story SOLAR YEARS. They/he, Pan (They don't use this term officially) and Non-Binary

Baltazar is a soft spoken, cautious optimist with a generally uptight demeanor and a love for planning. He has lived a long life as a vessel under God Solaris, collecting experiences from all over the dimension and understanding life itself, only to end up extremely burnt out at the end of it. They now look to settle down in the countryside as a cover-up for themself after a long life under the spotlight, but destiny has other plans…

☆ Despite their large frame and sometimes intimidating expression, Baltazar is a very kind and patient person, often being labeled as "gentle giant" by those around him !

☆ Loves drawing !! Painting especially ! They're very shy about their art though and usually don't share as its also in their diary. Mostly draws plants and animals but occasionally does portraits of people they find interesting.

☆ Their top surgery was done by God Solaris themselves, because he's just that cool 😎 [aka he asked very nicely for the gods to do it because they're terrified of doctors]

☆ They currently live in a little town by the countryside, on a sizeable ranch with their dogs, chickens, massive dragon and spirits.

☆ Used to have a career with sports, specifically droball... does not like talking about it for some reason. Maybe it's for the best.

☆ Has central heterochromia ! It's very unnoticeable if you look at them fast, but if you can look into his eyes, you'll see a golden yellow rim around their pupil. Usually says it's a blessing from God Sol, but it's just a running thing with people in his family.

☆ Can play Guitar (both acoustic and electric) and Piano. One was because it looked cool and the other was because they wanted to impress girls and elderly people. You can guess which was which.

☆ Despite being a highly emotional person, Baltazar isn't much to cry. For one, it's inconvenient- twice the amount of eyes means twice the amount of tears which also means it's hard to see- and secondly because they just despise being vulnerable with anyone, and this includes themselves.

#original art #my oc stuff #original character #solar years #oc: Baltazar #favorite guy #artists on tumblr #magocs

[stalactice]

Thanks again for the tag!

I didn’t know you were into Dramione, but I feel like I shouldn’t be surprised because there’s so much overlap 😅

I’d love to hear a bit about Heterochromia and your Dramione post-war fic

I shipped Dramione when I was twelve and didn't know what shipping was, and somehow I'm still not over them.

"Heterochromia" has Sugushoko as the main pairing. The premise is that Shoko switches between two different "realities" when she falls asleep and wakes up—one where Geto defects, the other where he doesn't. Lots of angst. Not sure about the ending yet.

Two men with the same name, face, body held together by broad muscles and sinewy tendons, mole under the left breast between the TH6 and 7 ribs, and gossamer sheet of hair. Only the colors of their eyes distinguished them physically. At least one of them was false, incongruous with the actual world in which she lived, roamed, survived. Yet, Shouko could not find it in herself to relinquish one; did not even wish to consider which reality would be preferable. For what would she do if neither of them were true?

The Dramione fic is a rabbit hole I went down because a friend and I were ranting about how shallow the actual magic system in HP is. Around the same time, I was also interested in Mongolia (pretty sure Geography Now sparked that), and wanted to see if I could expand on the HP universe where people didn't just wave wands around and speak Latin- and English- based spells. Bonus points if Dramione are stuck together (as a treat) and everything they know about magic doesn't "fix" their circumstances.

The men, garbed in deep blues and reds and golds, lead their horses to form a circle around Hermione and Malfoy. One rider had a helmet of crimson and some creature that could have been an eagle or even a phoenix, but with a tail of porcupine quills. He made a low noise in his throat. In the blink of an eye, the remaining riders had bows pulled taut and aimed squarely at Hermione and Malfoy’s heads. “Malfoy…” Hermione murmured. Malfoy squeezed her wrist, a silent acknowledgement. The word barely had a chance to escape her mouth before arrows of alternating forms of flame and lightning ignited and sparked where the soldiers’ hands met their bowstrings. “I don’t think we’re in England anymore.”

Thank you so much!

[samioli]

Gosh the more I hear about DD the more I’m like I’m so glad I’m still playing Apollo Justice. Uhhhhh oh! Top five or three if your personal NRMT Headcanons and maybe one or two of your HCs for Phoenix and Miles by themselves? I saw a post earlier about like hard and soft HCs, hard being stuff you just need to have about the character for them to make sense to you and soft is less rude or die but something you still enjoy.

I guess one for me is the Bi Phoenix / realizing he’s also attracted to men. It’s not a deal breaker really but if a fic went out of its way to say he was only gay I might squint a little like mmmmm not a fan but you do you

And then a soft one is him having heterochromia. I can flow with his big brown puppy dog eyes but despite recent set him having two blue eyes isn’t Bad. But it’s one of those things I never noticed until someone said it and I saw they changed Maya to have blue eyes too and THAT feels wrong haha (no hate to blue eyed Maya-truthers)

yeah, dont get me wrong, theres still some REALLY GOOD NRMT moments in DD (like if u present phoenix's badge to miles, for instance) but that combined with that one quote i mentioned earlier just. does not make sense to me.

anyways! hmmmm interesting. i guess for NRMT, one HC is like, i dont like when miles is REALLY mean, esp during sex???? thats probably just a me preference but idk, like. a lil degradation is fine but they both should be having fun, yknow?? and sometimes i see miles depicted like he doesnt really care or that phoenix has to fight for his attention during sex, and while kink stuff like that is totally fine, i just don't personally see it for them in particular. these two are so obsessed with each other that it makes other people sick. one hard HC would be that Miles is super supportive of phoenix during the 7yg. they def had some ups and downs during that time, but miles was always there for him. ALSO a side hc, i HATE when people think miles would be disgusted by how phoenix looks?????? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding?? miles wants to touch his stubble SO BADLY and he thinks phoenix looks hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! end ted talk last hc would be that, even if he says otherwise, miles loooooooooooooooooooooooooooves phoenix's voice and how much he talks. loves it. cannot get enough of it. one time they get into a fight and phoenix doesnt talk to him for like. idk, an hour or two tops and hes just like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺internally. and god dont get me started about sex!!!!! he esp loves phoenix's voice and talkativeness during sex two headcanons for Miles Edgeworth: that he's nuerodivergent in some way, i guess. im partial to him being autistic, but its all great tbh. and another headcanon for him would be that he actually has the biggest sweet tooth and won't admit it Two headcanons for phoenix: He has BPD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and desperately needs to go to therapy for his issues my god. (i have BPD, been in therapy for a long time, im a whole lot better than what i used to be jsdnsjkd) OH and he also has adhd. hes just like me fr thank you so much for the ask!!! im sorry that i rambled jsaknsdk

#narumitsu