#point being: phoenix knows about the bracelet

[ind1c0lite]

FINALLY yall get to see this lmao, basically Ive had an au (??) rattling around in my head where Apollo decides to hire Kay, a private investigator, to help him find and track down his birth mother, shenanigans ensue, some more things abt it under the cut (feel free to ask anything abt it it lives rent free in my head JHKLJ)

-Most likely takes place a year after SOJ- Though I havent actually watched it for myself yet so Im just going off of info from the wiki HGJKHL

-Kay is 26! shes been a PI for about 3 years now and has gained a rep for being VERY good at her job

-Apollo approaches her with basically nO info or leads and while its gonna Make their job MUCH harder, Kay decides to take it on anyways on the condition that Apollo acts as her assistant during this case

-Basically this is just Apollos lil secret mission for himself, he doesnt tell anyone else abt it since its so emotionally heavy for him

-Im not sure exactly /how/ theyd do it, but I do know that Apollos bracelet would be the best bet after looking through way too much paperwork, probably via finding out what its made out of it since its a special kind of metal

- Basically it'd go like: Find out who commissioned said bracelet > turns out it was Magnifi Gramarye > Uh Oh.PNG > Theres only one woman who was in Troupe Gramarye > Apollo crisis whenever he sees Trucy now > He needs more proof though beside that > Kay finds an older recording of Troupe Gramarye, Thalassa is seen out of costume, wearing both bracelets > Well it cant be just coincidence now > He Is Now a lil Magician man > Now they have to find Thalassa > Turns out shes dead > find out that she didnt ACTUALLY die, Magnifi faked her death> not sure how they would get from here to finding out Thalassa is Lamiroir > Also find out that Phoenix has knwon this entire time and didnt tell either trucy or Apollo > mixed emotions over aLL of it but GOD Apollo is just happy to know his mother is still alive

-I like to think that Trucy joins Apollo and kay at some point in their investigation since shes directly involved at that point

-Maybe a small side plot where Apollo hasnt told Kay about the perceive thing and so he knows shes lying about /something/ unrelated to their case (the whole being the yatagarasu deal)

-overall I think Kay and Apollo would be good friends they could ABSOLUTELY match each others energy and it'd be a good time, they're trans girl trans guy solidarity

-It /c o u l d/ be like an Investigations like plot wheres theres different cases that all tie into the greater mystery OR finding his mom is the focus of it Im not totally sure yet hjgkhlj

#ace attorney #apollo justice #kay faraday #indys art #Ive been calling this 'Sirens echo au' in my head cause I think im funny HJGKHLJK #I REALLY wanted to use my older kay design and idea SOMEWHERE and the seCOND I thought of this I was so excited hgkjhlj #listen apollo deserves at least one parental figure whos alive alright #if capcom wont resolve this plot line i WILL goddamnit

[tossawary]

I've been thinking a lot about DCU stuff and Ace Attorney thoughts got mixed in by accident, because it's got a lot of the same themed, colorful character designs and silly pun names. So, of course, I started immediately daydreaming about a DCU-style Superhero AU for Ace Attorney. (I often do not fully control what I think about.)

And then I was like, "I think I just finally have to play Ace Attorney at this point, before I get stuck in a weird daydream loop because I don't know enough about the plot to worldbuild properly. I will let this be the final push to just start these games."

Based on my extremely limited knowledge (I have only actually played 2 episodes of the first game), here are my Superhero AU thoughts so far. I don't like 1-1 character role match-ups in general when I fuse worlds, so none of these AA characters are fully aligned with any particular DCU character.

Phoenix Wright would make a good speedster, I think. This is partially because of the spiky hair, but also because there's a terrible irony to being the fastest man in the world who keeps being too late to stop certain tragedies. It also suits the way he's apparently never properly prepared for anything but also quickly manages to pull through. He's probably still a defense attorney in his civilian identity. (In accordance with later games, he has to stop being a superhero for several years when he's framed for a crime.)

Besides Phoenix's mentor Mia, who is also both a superhero and a lawyer, ordinary civilian Larry Butz is the only person who initially knows that Phoenix has superpowers. He honestly hasn't told anyone Phoenix's secret identity! But Larry also somehow gets into more scrapes and "damsel in distress" situations than Lois Lane and he's not even an investigative reporter.

Mia Fey, Maya Fey, and Pearl Fey have a Shazam situation, I think, in which they transform into a "Mystic Champion" magically empowered by the ghosts of their ancestors. Like a Shazam & Danny Phantom fusion. Mia Fey was the first in her family to become a publicly known superhero. A lot of people don't know that it's not the original Mystic Champion (same face and same superpowered form as Mia, which breaks Phoenix's heart a little every time) until Maya or Pearl transforms back into a regular girl after the fight is over.

I think Miles Edgeworth is a Batman type hero, but one still partially ensnared by Manfred von Karma, who is his Ra's al Ghul. (This makes Franziska into Talia, but there is definitely nothing romantic there.) Maybe he does have superpowers of some kind, maybe not, and he could still potentially be a prosecutor. He doesn't have a Brucie persona, though. Phoenix is not impressed by Edgeworth's harsh and even cruel approach to vigilante work. (Steel Samurai was Miles' Gray Ghost or Zorro hero inspiration, I'm guessing.)

Gumshoe is Miles' Commissioner Gordon figure and doesn't know his secret identity yet. He's either going to learn in the middle of a really bad situation or he's just going to straight-up figure it out himself one day and scare the hell out of Miles.

I'm still thinking about characters like Kristoph and Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice, and Trucy Wright, but I don't know enough about them to fully flesh these thoughts out yet. I think the Gavins would make good Kryptonian equivalents (a cold and calculating Superman and a rockstar Supergirl), Apollo might make a good Wonder Girl equivalent (his bracelet becomes a Lasso of Truth) as the lost son of an Amazon, and Trucy would obviously be fun as a Zatanna type of hero.

#tossawary ace attorney #aa superhero au #long post #spoilers #phoenix wright #mia fey #maya fey #pearl fey #miles edgeworth #manfred von karma #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #larry butz #kristoph gavin #klavier gavin #apollo justice #trucy wright #tossawary dc

[very-grownup]

Ace Attorney game parallels (no, not that one, or that one, or that one ...)

One of the interesting things about the Great Ace Attorney in the evolution of Shu Takumi's Ace Attorney games is the maturation of "Weird Girl Assistant".

Our original trilogy Weird Girl Assistant is Maya Fey (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste why can't I preorder that Nendroid yet motherfuckers?), who is all heart and ... not so much knowledge, but a conduit to Mia’s knowledge. She doesn’t personally possess any legal knowledge, but she’s integral for Phoenix in accessing knowledge that would otherwise be denied to him due to Mia’s untimely death. She’s fully Weird in her Assisting.

Apollo Justice has Trucy Wright (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste), who is a lot of heart but not all heart. She has personal knowledge to impart to Apollo, regarding the perceive ability and his bracelet. It’s integral assisting to how the trials in that game will reach pivotal points, which makes it genuine Assisting, even if outside of that Trucy is plenty Weird. I would argue this is distinctive from the Phoneix-Magatama matter in the original trilogy (it’s easy to forget that Nick doesn’t even have the magatama in the first game) because Trucy is, essentially, teaching Apollo to do something he technically can already do, whereas the magatama is something Phoenix is given by an outside source still connected to the mentor (Pearl). Narratively and thematically they’re different, even if mechanically they function similarly.

Years later, the Great Ace Attorney gave us Susato Mikotoba (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste). Susato is an /actual trained legal assistant/ to the point she can masquerade as a lawyer in the second game's tutorial. She could BE the lawyer as easily at Ryunosuke, save for her sex in the historical setting of the game. She Assists like no one’s business and her Weird is no weirder than Ryunosuke himself, two young people who grew up in a country with recently opened borders, in a foreign country for the first time. 

A reflection of a maturation in Takumi's depiction of female characters, a general wider consciousness of feminism in popular culture in Japan (something I am in no way qualified to discuss), a third possibility? I don’t think it’s fair or accurate to say that the evolution of the Weird Girl Assistant into an actual competent assistant is a sign of the games ‘maturing’. For all their goofiness there has always been a serious, darker tone in the games compared to the adventure game standbys of North America. It’s built into the series from the choice to have Phoenix’ second case involve the solving of his boss and mentor’s murder.

There may also be something in the connection between the tutorial mentor and the Weird Girl Assistant, holding the balance of knowledge between them like the centre of a seesaw.

The connection with Mia and Maya is obvious: they’re sisters and perfectly mirror each other in their relation to what they bring to Phoenix. Mia on a pedestal of legal knowledge, forever older and wiser than Nick, as her death fixes her on that pedestal. Mia and Nick never get to be colleagues, equals. On the other end, enthusiastic but underage Maya, someone Nick will always be older than and always be wiser than in the legal sense. We don’t know how an older Maya might have fit with the disbarred Phoenix Takumi left the series with; maybe it didn’t matter and outside the confines of the Lawyer Protagonist and Weird Girl Assistant, Maya could stop being a mirror for her sister.

Similarly, Kazuma and Susato are sibling-like. Kazuma, like Mia, is the tutorial mentor, but he’s only a mentor to Ryunosuke because he’s a law student and Ryunosuke isn’t. He doesn’t have that much more knowledge than Ryunosuke and I think it correlates that he doesn’t have that much more knowledge than Susato, the girl who expected to be his legal assistant. There is something like equality here between the Mentor and the Weird Girl Assistant when neither precisely fits their role mold. Kazuma is, I think, as weird as Susato is knowledgeable.

BUT WHAT ABOUT --

Bitch, you know I've always got Apollo Justice opinions to drop.

In Apollo Justice, Kristoph is a fully knowledgeable mentor to Apollo. He is an actual lawyer, he is Apollo’s senior, and he is Apollo’s employer. In these ways, he is on all fours with Mia.

Aside from being the murderer.

There is, frankly, an entire other thing to get into with the tutorial mentors and how their stories intersect with death and a turning point in their respective protagonist’s life and career but this is about Weird Girl Assistants.

So.

What is Kristoph Gavin’s Weird Girl Assistant connection?

THE INCIDENT.

Seven years earlier, in Zak Gramarye’s trial, Trucy is used by Kristoph to deliver fake evidence to Phoenix, leading to Nick’s disbarment.

In Apollo’s tutorial trial, for the murderer of Shadi Smith/Zak Gramarye, Trucy is used by Phoenix to deliver fake evidence to Apollo, leading to Kristoph's arrest (and possibly his disbarment but who knows in the world of Ace Attorney and Japanifornia).

I have nothing but love for Trucy, but she's the shifty, deceitful Weird Girl Assistant to follow a shifty, deceitful Tutorial Mentor in a game about disillusionment and broken trust, following a trilogy about believing in yourself, your instincts, and redemption, and preceding two games riding a balance between hope and despair, with part of that balance being a more equal partnership between the Attorney and his Weird Girl Assistant.

#ace attorney #apollo justice #the great ace attorney #parallels #narrative patterns #just talking about ace attorney again #i have an advanced honours degree in saying how one thing is like another thing

[emailblog]

How about a Rooster imagine where Hangman is sick of Rooster and his wife being cute so he tries to get Rooster in trouble with his wife by telling her that Rooster doesn't wear his wedding band while flying and it backfires since she is well aware of this?

Author's Note: This one is short and sweet, so I literally love it. I want to hug all of you.

Word Count: 600

Jake watches as Bradley cradles you in his arms waist high in the ocean asking simple questions, and if you get one wrong, he dunks you under water. Your laugh travels all the way to where he and the rest of the group are lounging and drinking, so it pisses him off even more. Sure, Jake likes to flirt around with everything that walks, but when he sees you and Rooster act so domestic, it makes him want to sleep on the highway. When Rooster picks you up by the underside of your armpits and tosses you in while you scream his name, he’s decided he’s had enough. He was sick of how you two flirted when you first met, how you two had to constantly have a hold on each other while you were dating, and now he’s sick of how you two act as if no single people are watching with sad or envious eyes. 

Deciding you have enough salt water in your lungs to hold you off until next summer, you and Bradley walk over to the group still laughing as the memory plays in your head. You two are the pair to laugh just by looking at each other, which got you in trouble a lot. You both take a seat across from Phoenix and Hangman, taking the towels Bob offers. That’s when Jake sees it: Bradley’s wedding ring missing. He never wears it when he’s flying, and now he’s not even wearing it out in public. 

“Hey, Rooster. Where’s that wedding ring of yours?” Jake points out, and Phoenix puts her head in her hands. The group becomes obviously uncomfortable with the tension Hangman tries to create, but Bradley just shrugs his shoulders looking down at the snack you gave him. 

“I knew we’d be swimming today, and I didn’t want to risk losing it in the ocean. This woman over here has given many fish rings and bracelets in the past.” He points over to you with his thumb absentmindedly, still picking up little dried bananas amongst the cheese. Jake notices you are watching him, and he sees that his observation has you worried and totally not worried about Bradley already having a sunburn forming.

“Is that why you don’t wear it when you fly?” To Jake, that’s the nail in the coffin, but you just reach into Bradley’s snack pack to try and fish out a grape only for him to swat your hand away. 

“He doesn’t wear it while flying because I insist on keeping it.” You answer for Rooster, and Jake looks at you with shock. He didn’t know that you knew he didn’t wear it let alone were the reason for it. Phoenix lets out a small chuckle and it causes Bob to laugh too. You and Bradley are none the wiser to what Jake was trying to pull because you were silently fighting about who gets to eat the bigger piece of pineapple in the container. 

“Why?” Jake pushes and while you’re distracted with him, Bradley slips the pineapple piece in his mouth. 

“Because even though I have a wedding band of my own, having his makes me feel like he’s still with me even though he’s thousands of feet in the air going super fast constantly with a wingman who doesn’t do his job.” You sweetly smile at Jake, and he clenches his jaw. When you realize you have shut him up, you turn to Bradley who feeds you a strawberry. 

“God, you two are annoying.”

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick

[nyaagolor]

A genuinely shocking amnt of people said they wanted to see my “Apollo backstory but it’s exclusively based on AA4” so huzzah! Self-indulgence on main! It’s under the readmore because I don’t wanna clog anyone’s dash :)

Everything starts with Thalassa because of course it does. She’s part of the Granmarye Troupe but kinda Hates It. Her father gives her very little autonomy, and she feels like they’re treating her more as an asset or employee than family. She's good at putting on a brave face but she has very little autonomy there and is completely miserable, so she sneaks out to meet with the audience sometimes to get a taste of freedom. It’s on one of these little trips that she meets Jove, who she quickly falls in love with. They continue to meet in secret, and Thalassa’s resentment for the troupe only grows. The day she turns 18, she runs away to go elope with him, not leaving a note or any indication of where she’s gone

The two of them are happily married for a year and have a child, but Jove dies in an accident (unrelated to Kuhrain in this version) only a year into their marriage. Thalassa, now a 19 year old single mom with no money and no documents, realizes the only person who can help her now is the last person she wants to see. Desperate, she calls Magnifi, who agrees to help her IF she gives up the kid and comes back to the troupe. He thinks if she still has an attachment to the child she’ll try and run away again as soon as she can (and he’s right!). Thalassa gives Apollo to the orphanage with one of her bracelets and secretly tries to keep track of him— she does plan on coming back for him as soon as she can, Magnifi be damned

Magnifi, knowing that both Zak and Valant are in love with his daughter, actively encourages the both of them to pursue her, hoping one of them will get her to fall in love and give her a reason not to leave the troupe. Zak is the one who ends up succeeding. They have Trucy together and things immediately take a turn for the worse

Thalassa immediately gets very depressed after having Trucy and nothing seems to cheer her up. She can’t stop thinking about being forced to give up her first child and the life she lost and nothing Zak does seems to help. Eventually, Magnifi steps in and says that she needs to get over it and get back to performing. To everyone’s surprise, Thalassa agrees without protest

This is when the “accident” happens. Air quotes here because surprise! It was not an accident at all. Thalassa was tired, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to go scorched earth on the entirety of Troupe Granmarye, so she loaded the gun improperly on purpose in hopes that the aftermath and scandal will bring the troupe down with her. She somehow survives, but only Magnifi knows. Not wanting news of it to escape and seeing an opportunity to hold this over Zak and Valant’s heads, he ships his amnesiac daughter off to Borgnia and tries to wipe his hands of the whole thing

While clearing through Thalassa’s things, Magnifi finds all of the information on Apollo and Jove, which he shows to Zak. Zak, who didn’t know about Apollo, feels wildly hurt by it all. He ends up projecting a lot of his feelings onto Trucy— he still loves her but becomes more distant because he’s grieving Thalassa’s death and “betrayal”

This is how Zak knows about Apollo and why he tells Phoenix about it. Phoenix does try to find Apollo as soon as he learns about him, HOWEVER, Apollo is trans and all of Thalassa’s documents have his deadname on them so they can’t be used to track him down. (By the time Phoenix realizes Apollo is the kid he’s been looking for ((via the bracelet)) he’s already broken Apollo’s trust enough that he doesn’t feel like he can safely drop that truth bomb without scaring him away. By the time Apollo DOES come to trust Phoenix, Thalassa has her memories back, at which point Phoenix feels it’s her truth to tell). Anyway.

Trucy’s story is effectively identical to canon so I don’t have much to say about that

While in the orphanage, Apollo decides he wants to be a lawyer bc he hears about Phoenix (specifically the whole thing about sticking up for people with no one on their side). He goes thru the lawyer track in HS bc that’s a canon thing in AA apparently and tests into a special fast track law program so he can save as much money on tuition as possible

Apollo works his ass off, he has a ton of jobs and works indexing night shifts for the courthouse. Everyone starts to know who he is bc he works every law related job he can no matter how miserable. This is how Kristoph finds out about him

He works all thru law school but basically all of his money goes to tuition so he goes between shitty apartments and crashing at the courthouse / work when he runs out of rent money. This is the OTHER reason everyone knows who he is and how kristoph finds out about him— he’s always loitering around the courthouse. He makes a name for himself as a hard worker, being fast + thorough with paperwork, and having an excellent eye for detail

During internship hunting season, Kristoph approaches Apollo— he greatly values a dedicated hard worker like Apollo and thinks Apollo’s abysmal financials are good leverage for manipulation. I hc that Kristoph specializes in fraud cases, so Apollo’s talents are extremely relevant to Kristoph’s interests. Kristoph’s firm is only himself because of all the illegal shit he does (less eyes less chance of being caught) so he gambles on taking in Apollo. He ends up personally fixing up Apollo’s credit score, ensuring he has proper documents, and gets him set up with a decent paycheck so he can start to develop a savings account. Apollo decides he would die for him

This continues until Kristoph plays a bad hand— he intends on having Apollo defend Phoenix in the hopes that he’ll lose so he can hang the resulting verdict over Apollo’s head to manipulate him. Turnabout Trump happens and Apollo ends up back where he started, broke and with less trust in others than he had before (which is saying a lot). During his internship with Kristoph he managed to get together a tiny rainy day fund and even started to save up for top surgery, but all that money has to be used to cover rent while he’s jobless bc of the Turnabout Trump aftermath. It’s when the money finally runs out that he answers Trucy’s phone call and agrees to work for the WAA

Canon proceeds as normal, but Apollo has extra paranoia because he’s worried all the money and documents and credit that Kristoph gave him were faked. Also, Thalassa doesn't tell Trucy and Apollo about the whole Thing because part of that would be admitting the role she played in how their lives turned out and she is not quite ready to face her demons yet

#ace attorney #apollo justice #mod vex #textpost #headcanons #this is the most indulgent thing i've posted in a while lol

[agentbuggy]

Alias: Buggy

Full Name: UNKNOWN

Place of Birth: UNKNOWN

Date of Birth: September, 6, XXXX

Age: 16

Height: 5’0

Pronouns: She/they

Zodiac: Virgo

Taste Profile: Sweet, Sour

Weapon of choice: Rapid animals, fire and her own teeth

Status: Alive

A strange kid found in the dumpster and trained under Agent [REDACTED] to become one of the many field agents in the EOD. Seemed to have close to no education whatsoever and lived without a family for years before she was found from what we know for now. Rather mischievous and enjoys stealing, causing rather destructive pranks on the building, getting into extreme danger as well as getting gravely injured from the situations, and being a straight up nuisance chaotic kid, she brings in a multitude of wild, feral and possibly diseased animals and insects and somehow befriends them, her bestest friend being a possibly feral raccoon named Patrick. She has moved from building to building since the workers could not stand her at all, she has set fire to various places at this point. She has some sort of bracelet that she doesn’t let a soul touch and WILL bite someone if they try to even look at it. Her bite is extremely powerful and can bite through sheets of metal. Currently doesn’t have a handler since no one would step up to watch over her, but that doesn’t seem to discourage her at all from completing missions successfully, despite the complete damage she or her surroundings in that mission would end up having. Though while in her missions, she always takes the extra time to go looking for something, she doesn’t tell anyone what she is looking for but it seems to be extremely important to her. Wonder that it is.

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[In a building far yet near…. A lonely figure sits at her desk… watching the world go by out the window…. Hoping that one day her and the one she misses most will be reunited once again….]

//OOC UNDERNEATH MIIIGHT WANNA READ

Alright so you probably know the drill

No being rude (less it’s towards Buggy for possible angst BUT DONT TAKE IT TOO FAR!!)

Nah to flirting and DEFINITELY NO TO NSFW (I be a minor here so don’t be weird!!)

Also possible spoilers to all three IEYTD games since Buggy is in the agency when Phoenix is making through the rounds and being the coolest agent there is

Aaand yeah! Got that outta the way!!

This post will change sometimes, whether it’s lore or the OOC thing so there’s that

Buggy shall speak in red

And a certain someone speaks in Blue

The certain someone will be revealed in time, but for now snippets of her life and some shenanigans would be seen here, and maybe some stuff can be learned about them from said snippets and such…. Time will tell when her face will be seen…..

#ieytask #Agent Buggy #Patrick Raccoon #WELP WAHOO AND BOOM ITS BEEN MADE! #changed a bunch of lore but all the new stuff will be revealed in time ;) #But for now she’s still the goofy dork we all know and love!

[super-ion]

Ion & Emily

The Honeymoon - part 1

(more Ion & Emily)

Emily shook her head to clear the ringing. Shards of glass trickled out of her hair. She blinked in confusion at the smoking ruin of the hotel room.

Shit.

She was on her feet in an instant.

"Jen!"

They had taken Jen. Who were they? She didn't know for certain, but she had a pretty good idea. The list of people who could shoot lightning and held a grudge against Jen consisted solely of Thundercloud.

And he had just ruined her honeymoon.

She spotted her phone in the wreckage. Thankfully, mercifully, it seemed to be working despite the explosion. She flipped to the tracker app. Jen's phone was off, but the tracker on her bracelet had her heading east very quickly. Emily had balked at the idea of Jen wearing tracking devices. She didn't need to know Jen's location at all times, but Jen had insisted… you know, just in case. Just in case what? Emily had asked. Apparently the exact situation they now found themselves in.

Emily was never going to hear the end of it…

Emily examined her chest and the scorched hole in her shirt. The lighting bolt had knocked her across the room, and without any kind of protection, it likely shorted out Jen's brain and knocked her unconscious.

Approaching sirens brought her back to reality. She grabbed a jacket and ran out the door that was still hanging open. As she melted into the crowd, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts to one number in particular… emergency use only. She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button.

If she dialed this number, she'd do something she swore never to do again. But there were two people in the world who she would put the mask back on for, and one of them was in mortal peril. The decision wasn't as hard as she thought you it would be.

She dialed. It rang once… twice…

"Hello?" the voice came sleepily from the other end.

"It's Emily," she said. "I need project phoenix."

"What? Really??" The voice asked, suddenly more alert.

Naming it "project phoenix" hadn't been her idea. Supervillains were just dramatic like that. Sometimes you just had to go along with it.

"I wouldn't be calling you at 4am if Jen wasn't in danger," Emily replied.

"Okay, uh… are you still in Paris?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I need a known anchor point," the voice said. "I'm sending you coordinates. There's a brick wall under a footbridge, Jen and I tagged it. Send me a picture when you get there."

The line went dead and a moment later Emily received a text with an address and coordinates. It was only twenty minutes away from the hotel. Good.

She arrived at the designated spot and found a brick wall as promised. Among the graffiti covering it was "Ion était ici". Yeah, this was definitely it.

The thought of Jen traipsing around Europe with a pack of supervillains brought the tiniest pang of envy. Jen always recounted her hijinks with such enthusiasm that Emily occasionally almost found herself wanting to join.

"Careful what you wish for," she muttered to herself as she snapped a photo of the wall.

"That's it," came the response over text. "Stand clear."

There was a faint whine that quickly built into brief shriek as the fabric of reality was torn asunder. A warm breeze smelling of ozone and sulfur hit Emily as the new hole in the brick wall resolved into a portal, revealing a laboratory on the other side.

Lady Lacuna stepped through. She had somehow found time to change into one of her costumes, something between mad scientist and dominatrix.

"Emily," Lady Lacuna said neutrally.

"Sarah," Emily replied, equally neutral.

The thing about being married to a supervillain was that sometimes your wife associated with other supervillains. Being a former child superhero meant that sometimes you were acquainted with said villains. And sometimes, thanks to a highly unlikely string of coincidences, your childhood archnemesis ended up being your wife's best friend and maid of honor at your wedding.

Emily and Sarah's introduction at the engagement party had been awkward to say the least, but they agreed that Jen was worth setting aside their history and the wedding proceeded without incident.

And Emily was gradually forced to admit that there were benefits to knowing someone who had access to super tech and other gear that was off the books. A few months prior, Emily had gone to Lady Lacuna with a request… a just in case contingency for the exact situation she was now in. Lady Lacuna took on the project, no questions asked, as a favor to Jen.

Emily nodded to the case Lady Lacuna was holding.

"Is that it?"

Lady Lacuna's lips twitched into a smirk, and she set the case down.

"See for yourself," she replied. "I made a few modifications to the design… I couldn't help myself."

Emily rolled her eyes… supervillains and their flare…

She opened the case and beheld the costume inside with mixed thrill and trepidation. The last time she had done this, the costume had consisted of a dismembered sweatshirt (which was now lovingly enshrined in Jen's lair). The one in the case was super grade material, bullet-proof and hopefully lightning resistant. She pulled it out and heaved a sigh.

"Really?" she asked.

It was unmistakably the grown up version of the costume she had last worn at sixteen. The color scheme was dark and edgy, but splashed across the chest was that bright pink rendition of the cannonball logo that Jen had made the one time they had fought together.

"It's for Jen, isn't it?" Lady Lacuna said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Think of how delighted she'll be when Cannonball rolls in to save her wearing this."

The villain's expression clouded somewhat.

"Do you need help?" she asked.

Emily offered her a genuine smile. Lady Lacuna was a B-lister, borderline antihero, but taking on another villain was risky business, both from an optics standpoint and from a health and safety standpoint. It was definitely reassuring knowing that Sarah had Jen's back.

"I could probably use a getaway," Emily said reluctantly. "But that's it. The last thing I want is the spectacle of another Cannonball-supervillain team-up. I'll take care of Thundercloud, you just worry about getting Jen out safely… and try to be discreet about it."

Lady Lacuna nodded, but she had that glint in her eye.

Emily sighed again. "Discreet" wasn't exactly a word in supervillain vocabulary, she should have known that by now.

#my writing #ion & emily #supervillain oc #lesbian #writers on tumblr #writeblr

[roostache]

hi <3 here’s a few ideas that you could possibly use, for any rooster fics that you write!!

spending the whole day at the beach with him

meeting for the first time

him proposing to you

first date

going on vacation with him

taking care of him when he’s sick

or him taking care of you when you’re sick

having a movie night with him

if you want anymore ideas or even writing prompts. just let me know!!

okay so first of all I really wanted to thank you for ALL the plots you gave me here, and that I got inspired by a lot of them ! I can't thank you enough for taking the time to help me, I really really appreciate that !

And so I decided to take a go on the "him proposing to you", even though I don't know if that can really be considered a proposal

I hope you guys will like it, I haven't written in english in AGES !

NOT THAT MAN // rooster

Summary : After the events of Top Gun Maverick, Rooster finds himself forced to rethink about his life choices and the way he perceives relationships

Pairing : Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!reader, no use of Y/N

Wordcount : 2.3k

Warnings : TG Maverick spoilers, mentions of death, some “fuck” because I’m not polite, and I'm not a native enlish speaker so probably some mistakes // if I forgot anything, please tell me so I can add it on the list !

The fear of dying. The fear of leaving his relatives behind just like he had lost his own parents. His dad, whom he kept not much memories of, then his mom, whom he always carried her favorite bracelet as his lucky charm. The fear of losing anyone else, the fear of losing himself. Reasons, Rooster could find many so he did not have to get attached to any one. Because he was scared, so scared that everything would stop one day. For them. For him.

But this fear was stopping him in life, way more than he wanted to show. He started thinking about this ever since Phoenix and Bob’s accident, though he did not even really know the latter he still found himself quite too much affected by the thought of losing them both. He thought about this ever since Maverick tried to make it look like losing someone you love is not that insurmountable. Because if he had forgotten about Goose, Bradley could never.

You don't have a wife… You have no children… There's no one to mourn when you crash.

He was no better. Fuck he was no better. Because Rooster got out of his life every person that would become a too important part of it, wrecking any of his romantic affairs, not always being here for his friends. He did not have the right, he simply did not have the right to be missed, and to let the people he loved live the excruciating agony of losing him, that specific feeling he hated a little more every day because of his parents deaths.

He was alone, and not sure that this aspect of his life would someday change. He was not even sure he’d want that anyway.

All that did not stop him from feeling things though. Oh, far from it. He was a passionate one, Rooster, and lived every emotion times a thousand just as he always felt like falling in love with every woman that entered his favorite bars. These women that never stood by his side for more than a few weeks, a couple of months if they were lucky. Each one of them thrown away as soon as he got back into his vicious circle of fear, this fucking fear that had always stopped him from living his own life.

Except that Rooster couldn’t avoid what was meant to be. He did not have such power, no matter how much he would have liked to. Then, everything always ended up the same, everything always reached the same point, again and again : with you. Regardless how much he tried to fight it, nothing could let him fell out of it.

Last weeks had felt like absolute hell, as if the time had slowed and life had lost all meanings. In fact maybe it was the case. With Bradley gone back to Top Gun, nothing seemed to fill the void he had left behind him. Wait, what void anyway ? Even though the pilot was not by your side anymore, you couldn’t get him off your brain. And anxiety gained the upper hand every time you got a thought about him. What is Bradley doing ? What’s the point of his mission ? Is he risking big ? Is he scared ? I’m scared. I’m terrified. Come home, Bradley.

Days spent with no news from him made you look at life through opaque black-tinted glasses. Mainly, this silence allowed you to think and rethink about the relationship that united you. This connection words couldn’t even describe, except for “complicated”. It was complicated to share a love that seemed one-sided every two weeks, complicated to keep faith when you were hoping to find him by your side the mornings after he had spent the night at yours, while he had left without a word nor explaining himself later on, complicated when all you could do was watch him bring any chick he did not know home when you were ready to follow him anywhere if he just said one word. It was complicated to trust his drunken “I love you”s when you saw him getting his tongue up the throat of another one 20 minutes later. Complicated and yet addictive. Because still it was easy to love him.

Brad² ♡  : coming home in just 5 days

And then radio silence, so you only could count on this text that you read and re-read every night to get you to cry just a little more every time. Fuck how you missed him.

When he had sent this text, Rooster immediately turned off his phone with the idea of not turning it back on before he’d be back on land. He only had one goal : focus on the mission that, even with the most seriousness, had great chances to send him to his death. But he failed as all of his thoughts were about you and all the moments you shared. Those where he never had the courage to go all the way.

Years. Years not knowing how to live without you and yet always running away. Years convincing himself he’d finally express his love for you before actually taking a step back. Years lost torturing himself, torturing you when you were still waiting for him. And that he knew, but he never could be that man that’d abandon you. He had never wanted to hurt you though he knew he was your cries main reason. He was the main reason for his own too anyways.

This mission, the one that was supposed to kill him, saw him coming back alive despite all the efforts he'd made to die there. When he almost got hit full force by some missiles, when he went to help Maverick while ordered to go back to the aircraft carrier, when he had to follow him in an old F-14 he didn’t know anything about with enemies coming for them. Rightly so seeing life a different way afterwards, finally understanding that, maybe, he had the right to think about the future and what he could really do about it. Maybe he could allow himself what he had always dreamt of without ever taking it.

Coming back to the base, he did not expect anyone. Rooster knew that Maverick would meet Penny and her daughter, that Phoenix would jump into her sister’s arms, Bob’d kiss his fiancée and Hangman’s nephews and nieces would harass him with too many questions. Rooster had only planned to pack and head to the Hard Deck to celebrate the victory with everyone.

Except that, apparently, he wouldn’t be going on his own.

There was a crowd cheering their feat and still, among all of the faces, he instantly found his favorite one without even expecting to see it. There, on the tarmac, only a few feet away, the one who did not even know gave him the courage to do all of this. Hundred of miles away from home, you still felt like being right where you needed to be : beside him. There and nowhere else.

When he saw you, Rooster felt strangely great and sick at the same time. He could not hear the crowd around him and it seemed like Earth was turning way faster around the Sun than usually. The ground was threatening to swallow him and his heart to run from his chest and fly right to you. He was almost sure he was going to collapse as he couldn’t even move. And that’s right then that he understood just how in the wrong he had always been. He was not alone, and as long as you’d be here, he’d never be. No matter what he’d do to you, all the pain he knew he gifted you.

With a shy smile after all this time spent away from him, you decided to make the first step and approach him, breaking the distance between you. The closest you were getting, the more you noticed the pain in Bradley’s eyes that couldn’t look away from you. Stress was rising. Shit, what if he finally had gotten to the point where he knew he did nor need nor want you by his side ? You felt so small, only a feet away from him, and you couldn’t resign to make the last step now that he was so close.

“Hey…” You broke the silence in a murmur, with the sudden urgent need to flee back home. What were you fucking thinking ? Why a man such as Bradley would waste his time with you ? He who was one of the greatest pilots of the country, called on top secrets missions no one could know a single detail about.

He did not answer at first which made you swallow. And as you were ready to apologize profusely for coming there without telling him first, he closed the space between you by taking that one last damn step. Nothing could have come between you as he held you by the waist to squeeze you right onto his torso. Eyes on eyes, you finally noticed it was not pain that you had found in his, but tthat they were brightening of pure joy.

“You’re here…” He was smiling. A weak smile, but still enough for you to melt under his voice, touch and expression. And when he put one of his hands on your face, you thought you were ready to die right then and there, as he made sure you were real.

“I’m here.”

And without wasting any more minute (or second if you asked him), Rooster bent to crash his lips on yours, starting a feverish dance he had dreamt of practicing these last busy weeks. Four lips saying I love you in a language only them could comprehend. And it was not this sudden surprising public display of affection that made you stop that kiss. No, it was actually what you had ever hoped from him for years now, an undreamt step forward while you still couldn’t help but wonder what could have had happened during his mission for him to come back with his tail between his legs. Not that it was bothering you, but still you were worried. And that latter was what led you to break that heaven of a kiss.

“Hey…” In a sigh, you held his hands to try and reassure him, calm him, assuring him you weren’t going anywhere and he did not need to rush things right now, even after years of steps forward that resulted in going backwards.

“Marry me.” He did not seem to be on the same page as you.

You instantly frowned, thinking (hoping) you only had misheard. But for Rooster, what he had just told seemed like pure logic. Both of your hearts were racing now, but not for the same reasons.

“What ?” Your voice felt weaker now, so unsure. He had told you such bullshit, but never got to that point. This was by far his best clowning.

“Marry me.” He repeated, squeezing your hands a little more in his now, as his smile got bigger and bigger with the idea of actually doing it. “Marry me.”

You turned your head seeking for help (or hidden cameras at this point), but no one was looking at you, no one had heard the insanity that had just fell off his lips. You were alone facing his nonsense.

“I… Uhm…” Heat was rising right to your cheeks as you did not even remember how to speak. “Wh-why ?”

And as it was now obvious for him you were not on the same wavelength (how would that had been even possible anyway ?), the pilot kept his spirit up. Rooster got his hands off yours and put one on your waist, and the other behind your head so he could pull your body to his. Heart against heart for you to feel how sincere he was.

“Because I don’t want to be this man, sweetheart.” His voice was surprisingly calm and mature.

“Huh ? What are you talking about Brad, what man ?” You asked wrapping your arms around his waist, both happy to finally hear him say he wanted to change and afraid to imagine it was only adrenaline from his mission coming off and he’d be back on rejecting you next week.

Rooster left a kiss on the top of your head before putting his head up to look at Maverick, mix feelings growing inside of him. A heartache and a ball of heat rising in his stomach. Mav’ was already leaving the tarmac, hand in hand with Penny as Amelia was curiously looking all around her. Lost in his thoughts, he forgot to answer.

So you decided to detach from him, before following his gaze, and you caught the scene. “Oh…” Everything finally made sense. Rooster didn’t want to waste his life just as Maverick had done before him.

“Hey.” This time, it was not a comforting one. You were just trying to catch his attention. So as soon as he landed his eyes on yours again, it was your time to smile. A reassuring one, sweet and offering everything Bradley needed you to say. “I’ll marry you, Bradley. But just not right now.”

He just laughed at that, feeling a little dumb after hearing you say that as he literally thought about running to the city hall to get it done as soon as possible and not waste any more second not being with you. “But you promise ?” His voice was way more cracked than what he had expected it to be, betraying his fear to lose you if he couldn’t make you his right here right now.

You shrugged, putting your hand on his cheek as you started stroking one of his many scars there. “If you promise that you’ll be the best boyfriend ever first, than yes.”

His smile got wide again. Rooster gained so much confidence with that promise you’d just done. Only remained for him to prove how serious he wanted to get. He put his lips back on yours, and without even breaking the kiss, he assured “I promise.”

“See, you're never going to be this man.” you could barely say as his lips could not leave you anymore. But still you wanted to make that clear. Rooster was never like Maverick, and you'd make sure he'd never be.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #top gun #rooster #miles teller x reader #miles teller #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster x you #miles teller x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun fic #top gun x reader

[ghetsuz]

as funny as is that AA manages to confuse every single person who goes into it somewhat blind, ranging from "i am a real life lawyer and i'm ready to do my job as Phoenix Wright" to "i just played professor layton and want more puzzle games to fill the void", even people who are aware that AA is a law-enforcement-justice-system-satire-game don't expect what's to come, but in-universe things are so much worse. can you imagine hearing about acclaimed attorney Phoenix Wright for years, seeing all the amazing and often seemingly impossible things he's done, just to find out he has a dead mentor whose sister is a master spirit medium and she's been channeling a more experienced lawyer to help Phoenix in court, and that at some point he was given a tool that lets him see through people's lies, and the only reason he defeated the big evil of case 1-4 is because he was monster hunting two days prior to trial 3. can you imagine being Ema and saying "don't worry Mr. Wright, we'll solve this scientifically!" countless times when you worked together and finding out he had the help of spirits and mediums for every single trial he won previous to Lana's. can you imagine being Edgeworth and being defeated time and time again by a dumb idiot with way less experience and being handed a magatama because the idiot in question fell off a bridge and now you understand why he knows so much about the lying witnesses. you hold the magatama and see chains and locks all over the place and realize OH. HE'S USING THE SPIRIT MEDIUM. imagine being Apollo Justice. Apollo's disappointment doesn't even come from the spirit stuff its more like "this guy is the worst AND he has multiple magical/spiritual tools at his disposal????" no honestly just imagine being Apollo Justice. you think you have the best mentor ever and you just met the best defense attorney the world has ever seen just to get your life ruined by both of them and now you have to babysit a 15 year old magician with questionable morals (much like her dad) and how you find out you ALSO have a magic tool called tight bracelet that makes you pay attention to body language and signs of nervousness. i feel so bad for Apollo its so fucking funny that he held Phoenix in such high regard just for him to be like "yah go solve this mystery for me won't you. take my daughter she can help. by the way i found your mom lol"

#not ghetsus #ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #rambling about AA again #apollo justice spoilers

[azuramarigold]

The Found Turnabout Ch2

Series Summary: When Apollo Justice was literally shipped off from Khura'in back to his native country in America, he had issues from bouncing from foster home to foster home - that is until one day in the courthouse he met Phoenix Wright at the age of twelve years old. With a new found family and starting to learn the legal ropes early, Apollo joins Phoenix Wright on some of the earlier cases and the downfalls.

Chapter Summary: Apollo goes to his first official foster home - at first things seem to all fine and dandy, but things take a dark turn.

AO3 CH1

Chapter 2: Foster Home #1 – The Rodriguez’s

It’s been three days since staying in Aria’s home.

Apollo was adjusting to America a little better with the noise at night, he much rather it be silent though. Every night he was still crying about missing his home in Khuar’in, but he just had to remember to say what Dhurke always told him.

“You’re Apollo Justice, and you’re fine.”

I’m Apollo Justice and I’m fine.

I’m fine.

“Apollo, dearie,” Aria called from the living room.

Apollo was just sitting in the bedroom he was given, reading a book. Despite being from Khura’in, English was a secondary language. He learned how to read and write English very well along with Khura’inese. When he spoke English, he had an accent from Khura’in, so sometimes it was hard for Aria to understand him with certain words.

So, Apollo did as he was told. He ran into the living room, both cats following close behind his heels. When he saw who else was in the living room he stopped dead in his tracks, one of the cats running into his leg.

“Heya, pal!” the scruffy detective from the precinct called out to him with a wave. He was still friendly like before, but Apollo had an uneasy feeling.

“Hap’piraki,” Apollo greeted, his voice weary. “What are you doing here, Detective Gumshoe?”

Gumshoe then held up some paperwork. “We officially have a foster family for you stay with, kid,” he announced with a smile. “They’re willing to take on another kid.”

Apollo felt his heart drop. He liked it here.

“Why can’t I stay with Aria?” he demanded, his voice starting to get louder.

Gumshoe shook his head sadly. “Sorry, pal, she’s a temp,” he got up from the couch with a grunt. “She only takes on a kid for a couple of days to at most two weeks until we can arrange the more permanent solution.”

“Apollo,” Aria gently said, her voice soft. “This family has a couple of kids your age, you’ll have fun with them.”

“You’re like, what, nine years old?” Gumshoe commented. “That’s what a translator at the precinct got out of your birth certificate. We can tell it’s not your official one, but it was an official one for the country.”

Apollo pouted as he crossed his arms, his bracelet uncomfortably burying itself into his skin. “Yeah, I’m nine, so what of it?” he huffed.

Gumshoe just sighed, “You’re just too young to grasp everything right now.” He then turned over to Aria. “Sorry ma’am, about this. I know you go through this a lot.”

Aria then approached Apollo, “Come on dearie,” she whispered. “Let’s get a bag packed for you…”

“But…!” Apollo tried to object.

“Please, Apollo.” Aria’s voice soft, but stern.

He did as he was told. Aria Commons was the nicest woman he had ever met, she had opened her home to him. Apollo wondered if his own mother had ever been that kind to him at one point in his life.

Once in the bedroom he had been staying in, Aria pulled out a small suitcase that was in the closet, Apollo noticing there were multiple ones inside.

How many other kids has she done this for…?

Aria began packing some of the more common clothes that Apollo had been fond of; these included some jeans, red sweatshirts, white t-shirts, and a pair of red/white sneakers that were recently purchased for him. The small bag of toiletries was also placed in the bag as well, that had his red toothbrush, toothpaste, and shampoo and bodywash.

“I have a question, Aria,” Apollo then said.

“Yes, dearie?”

“How’d you know I liked red?”

She gave him a smile. “You just seemed to gravitate toward it,” she replied. “Did you know in Greek mythology the god Apollo’s color is actually pure white?”

Apollo scrunched up his nose. “I don’t like white that much,” he said simply.

“You coordinate it with your red though, I notice.”

“Apollo is also the god of music, archery, poetry, and the sun – I bet you knew that.” Aria winked at him. “I’ve seen you read all the books here in the house, because I have a few on mythology.”

Apollo gave a laugh, “I was told my parents were travelling musicians… I’m not good at music. They named me the wrong thing.” He knew she was trying to make a light conversation while packing, just trying to make him feel more comfortable while this was going on.

On the very top of the suitcase, she then placed the book that Apollo was currently reading – a law book introducing someone to defense law. It was something that he had asked Aria to buy for him when she out on the town the other day.

“It looks like you’re already halfway through this, huh?” Aria commented when she zipped the suitcase, seeing the bookmark in the book.

Apollo beamed, his smile large, “Of course!”

“You were serious about becoming a Defense Attorney, weren’t you?” she then asked him.

“Of course, I am!” he stated proudly.

It was then he realized that his measly possessions were all packed away in that suitcase. Now it felt more real that he was leaving the house. He didn’t want to leave.

How many people are gonna just set me aside?

Aria then held out her hand for Apollo to take, which he did gently. She gripped his hand tightly, as they left the room, her rolling his newly obtained and packed suitcase behind him. With each step, his heart grew heavier and heavier, as if stones were being placed inside.

Blood roared in his ears – he couldn’t hear the conversation between the detective and Aria at this point. All her heard was just a constant pounding.

He took a deep breath.

I’m fine… I’m fine… I’m fine…

It was then Aria dropped to her knees and gave Apollo a hug, her crushing him into her.

“You be safe out there, okay, dearie?” she whispered in his ear. “I’m sure one day we’ll meet again. Be good.”

Tears threaten to sting his eyes, but Apollo couldn’t allow that. He forced himself to take a deep breath, but no words came out. Instead, he just nodded against her shoulder.

“Alright, kid,” Gumshoe called out. “Let’s get ya to the new place.”

Apollo practically felt himself prying out of Aria’s arms as he took his suitcase and followed Gumshoe out of the house and to the police car. Gumshoe loaded the suitcase into the trunk and opened the back passenger door for Apollo, and with a glance behind him Aria gestured to him that it was okay for him to enter. Just entering the police vehicle made his stomach churn. He hated being in any type of car.

The passenger door closes, just as Apollo saw Aria sadly waving “goodbye” to him. He managed to wave back before the tinted windows obscured his vision.

Apollo buckled himself in, him remembering from the few times he had been in Aria’s coupe. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.

The scruffy detective started the police car, the sirens silent and no lights on, and he pulled away from the small house that Apollo was growing attached to. As the house began to become a dot in the distance, Gumshoe picked up speed as he left the residential area and was approaching entryway to the freeway.

Apollo’s stomach churned and his face flushed, he had to try to control his breathing by breathing through his nose and out his mouth. The few times in Aria’s car he had vomited, the motions of the vehicle were just too much for him. Even the one time they took a bus together he felt very sick; however, when they took a train to a bigger brand clothing store for something it was a much smoother ride.

“You’ll like this place, pal,” Gumshoe piped up, seemingly trying to make conversation. “This couple have two other foster kids – both boys ‘round your age, like ten and eleven I think.”

Apollo glanced out the window, barely seeing his own reflection as the other cars race by. He didn’t really care about being around other kids, it was always him and Nahyuta anyway; even though the two were not related by blood, they were close like brothers.

The scruffy detective then pulled the patrol car off the exit ramp of the freeway, but he did it with such a sharp velocity that Apollo couldn’t control his breathing anymore. He finally vomited on the floor of the patrol car, his hacking catching the eye of the detective in the rearview mirror.

“Ah!” Gumshoe yelped. “Really, kid? Ya couldn’t have told me so I can pull over?!”

“… sorry…” Apollo groaned pathetically. “I get car sick…”

Gumshoe just sighed, “I guess it can’t be helped…”

After another twenty minutes of driving, the detective finally arrived in front of large two-story home. As soon as he had stopped the car, Apollo immediately jumped out of the patrol car and proceeded to vomit once again near the tire; he felt bad for doing it in the car the first time, so he really wanted to make sure it was done outside so Gumshoe didn’t have any more to clean up than necessary.

Apollo felt a large hand on his back, it almost felt like a gentle patting. After his retching he was then handed a napkin and a bottle of water from the front seat of the patrol car by the detective. The young boy managed to utter a thanks as he wiped his mouth and chugged the water empty.

The scruffy detective popped open the trunk and grabbed Apollo’s single suitcase and rolled it to him. “Ya ready?” he asked gently.

“No…” Apollo muttered, wiping his chin from the dribble of water.

Gumshoe gave him almost a… pitiful look. “Hey, pal, I know you’re upset,” he began. “But ya gotta give this family a chance, okay?”

He has a point…

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I am Apollo Justice and I am fine.

Apollo then grasped the handle of his suitcase and started to follow Gumshoe up the path to the door of the large home. Each step felt heavier, despite his suitcase being pitifully light. Blood roared in his ears again, just like when he had to leave Aria’s house.

What if they don’t like me…? What if I get sent away again?

They were finally at the door and Gumshoe rang the doorbell. A lovely chime was loud enough to be heard from the outside. There was barking coming from the inside, which made Apollo jump; he wasn’t a big fan of dogs.

The door opened and a tall, well-built man with deep tanned skin, jet black hair, the darkest brown eyes Apollo had ever seen, and wearing a business suit that was pure gray with a black tie had answered the door. The silver glasses that framed his face looked from the detective to Apollo with a look of confusion.

“Good afternoon, sir!” Gumshoe greeted enthusiastically. “I’m Detective Dick Gumshoe, we spoke earlier on the phone. This is the Rodriguez household, right?”

The man once again glanced between Gumshoe and Apollo. “Yes… this is the home…” he answered slowly. “I thought you said you were bringing a child that was from Khura’in?”

It was Gumshoe’s turn to look confused. “Um… I did sir…?” he puzzledly replied. “This is Apollo Justice, nine years old. The precinct had sent you guys all the paperwork a couple of days ago with his info and picture…”

The man rolled his eyes. “My wife handles all of that,” he gruffly stated. “She just told me there was a kid coming from Khura’in.”

Apollo couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled on Gumshoe’s tan coat with his free hand to usher him down. When Gumshoe did bend that was when Apollo started talking in Khura’inese, just loud enough for Mr. Rodriguez to hear.

“Pal, ya know I don’t understand what you’re saying… right?” Gumshoe grumbled, him facepalming himself.

“Does he even speak English?” Mr. Rodriguez snapped angrily.

“I do,” Apollo answered, him with his Khura’inese accent.

Mr. Rodriguez glared at him. “Then why were you not speaking it earlier?” he demanded, clearly annoyed.

Apollo shrugged. “Ya didn’t ask, pal,” he retorted, a smirk on his face. He heard Gumshoe try to stifle a chuckle.

Before Mr. Rodriguez could even reply to the child, a voice from inside called, “Dear, is that the detective at the door?” A moment later a woman with caramel colored skin and copper tinted hair came to the door, her eyes the color of an almond and large like a doe’s. A pink apron was tied around her waist, covering her white skirt and blue blouse. “Ah! It is you!” she cheerfully squealed. She then glanced down and saw Apollo and she beamed a lovely smile. “And you must be Apollo!”

“Yes, I am, ma’am,” Apollo replied respectfully. “Hap’piraki,” he then greeted.

The woman giggled, “Aren’t you so polite!” There was a scoff from Mr. Rodriguez. “And you have such a cute accent!”

Apollo furrowed his face in frustration at that comment.

“I’m Luciana Rodriguez,” she then introduced. “You can call me ‘Lucy’ though, the other boys do.” She then grabbed Apollo’s suitcase and handed it to her husband. “Honey, take this to the room that Apollo is going to be staying it.”

“But-” Mr. Rodriguez tried to object, but his wife just ushered him away inside the house.

Lucy then shook Gumshoe’s hand. “Thank you, Detective. Hopefully you’ll get out of the slump and be back on the homicide cases soon!” she said gleefully.

“Uh… sure…” Gumshoe replied, not entirely sure what to make of that comment. He then handed Apollo a small business card. “Here ya go, kid. If ya need anything just call, alright?”

Apollo graciously took the card and put it in his red jacket pocket. He had a feeling maybe one day he’ll need it.

Lucy then led Apollo inside the large foyer, him seeing above him a crystal chandelier that sparkled in the sunlight that shone through the large window that was above the door. The dog that he had heard earlier had come running down the large marble stairs that were to his left, the creature being a large and yellow with brown eyes; the dog had jumped on him, startling him with a yelp, and began to try to lick his face.

“Looks like our dog, Cosmo, already likes you, Apollo!” Lucy beamed, her smile large. “It’s adorable too! His name is ‘Cosmo’ and you’re ‘Apollo’, all space themed!”

“My name is Greek… like the Greek god of the sun ‘Apollo’,” the boy tried to explain, him trying to push the dog off him. He was already not a fan of the thing. He much preferred the quiet cats that Aria had.

I miss Aria…

“If you’re name is Greek then how come you’re not a foreign kid from Greece?” Mr. Rodriguez’s condescending tone piped up as he walked down the stairs. His wife gave him a glare, but he ignored her. “I was told we were getting a kid from Khura’in, wouldn’t you be Khrua’inese which is Asian?”

Apollo deadpanned, “That’s very rude.”

Lucy didn’t miss a beat, “Emilio!” she chastised. Apollo made note that “Emilio” was Mr. Rodriguez’s first name. “Does that really matter?” she exasperated.

“He could be lying,” Emilio replied simply.

“I don’t lie,” Apollo glowered, his tone going up in volume. He was starting to get loud again. He instinctively rubbed his bracelet that was on his left wrist with his right hand, in a way it helped him calm down.

Inside voice… that’s what Aria told me to try to remember…

Lucy could tell Apollo was getting upset and she took his hand. “Let me get you to your room so you can unpack, okay?” she softly said to him. The boy nods as they headed up the stairs. A scoff and a huff were heard from the bottom of the stairs by Emilio.

The second floor had lovely dark wood flooring in the hallway, four doors to his right. The end of the hallway looked like it turned more to the right so it could go deeper into the home.

“Your room is the third one down,” Lucy told him. “The very end room is the bathroom you boys will share.” She then led and opened the door to Apollo’s new room.

The room was easily double the size of the one he had at Aria’s. It had a double bed that was completely white with its bedding next to the door where the light switch was, his suitcase laid on top. There wasn’t a window in the room, but there was a large television that was turned on that emulated outside with birds chirping and the sound of rainfall. Underneath the television was a desk and chair, it had a few notebooks and pencils neatly placed in the center. A dark oak colored dresser was on the east wall, it had six drawers – all completely empty Apollo noticed when he opened them – and at the top was a few books in regards to math and science.

The room was also bare, the walls completely white and blank. There were no shelves, no posters – just a solid emptiness a void of all emotion. The floor was still the same dark flooring as the hallway, not even a rug to fill the large empty space.

It just felt too empty. Apollo didn’t like that.

“How do you like it, Apollo?” Lucy asked him. “We of course will go shopping to get you a few things and a new bed set to something you like.”

“It’s… nice,” Apollo offered, giving her a weak smile. He then went to his suitcase and began to unpack his bag. The first thing on top was the defense law book that Aria had bought him – that cover a pale yellow with a picture of a rhino in a suit pointing to something off the cover.

“Defense Law…?” Lucy asked quizzically. “Why would a nine-year-old be reading about defense law?”

Apollo had jumped. He didn’t realize she was reading over his shoulder. “I want to be a defense attorney when I grow up…” he explained.

To his surprise, Lucy laughed. She laughed in hysterics. “A defense attorney?” she bellowed. “You realize they don’t make any money, right? They’re always trying to make sure criminals are walking our streets!” She had the look of distain in her eyes. “You would actually try to make sure a murderer was let off the hook to be with us regular people and kill again?”

Apollo tried to shake his head in disagreement. “No… no, that’s not what-”

“If you really want to be a lawyer,” she continued, her face flushed from laughter. “I suggest being a Prosecutor.”

            He felt crestfallen, his hair drooping. He felt the book being taken away from him with force. “H-hey!” he yelped. “Please… that’s mine! My first foster father… he was defense attorney back in Khura’in…”

            Lucy again laughed. “And…?” she questioned; her voice almost now snarky. It was almost like her personality did a complete 180, her now so… cold. “From what I’ve read about that kingdom is that they loathe defense attorneys and if they lose the trial the criminal and themselves are jailed or executed.” She then gave a shrug. “Seems fair to me.”

            Apollo just couldn’t believe it. The book was more special than he first thought. It was not only because he wanted to become a Defense Attorney, but because Aria bought it for him.

            Just as quickly as the iciness crept into her, the sunniness came back out. Lucy clapped her right hand into the book cheerfully. “Anyway! Please unpack your things! Dinner shall be ready in about an hour!” now it seemed like her voice was overly sweet like honey, like it was fake.

            Lucy then left his room as he began unpacking the rest of his pitiful items. It didn’t take long for him to do, his little bit of clothes only fit in one drawer. His toiletries he just kept on the desk until it was time to brush his teeth later. Now, he seemed bored because now he didn’t even have his book to read.

            “So, you must be the new kid, huh?” a rough voice asked from the doorway. Apollo looked up from the desk as he was messing with a notebook to see a kid that was a little older than him - most likely the eleven-year-old that Gumshoe mentioned - that was African American with milk chocolate skin with equally colored eyes and his hair as black as raven feathers that was in a Twists hairstyle. He was wearing a yellow basketball jersey and purple basketball shorts, and white high-top sneakers covering his ankles with a popular brand in red on the side.

            “Uh… yeah…” Apollo replied weakly. “My name is Apollo… Apollo Justice.”

            “Tyler,” the other boy replied. “Tyler Jones.” He then glanced around the room. “I’m guessing you’re new to the whole ‘foster’ thing, cause you ain’t got shit.”

            Apollo’s eyes widened. “You shouldn’t be cussing…” he whispered. He then muttered something in Khura’inese. He knew a few cuss words in the language, and when he or Nahyuta accidentally uttered even one of them in front of Dhurke or even when Datz, Dhurke’s friend and right-hand man when it came to their group, was around there was hell to pay. Apollo shuddered internally at the thought.

            Tyler gave a shrug. “Eh, what those two assholes gonna do?” he snapped. “Send me off? Wouldn’t be the first time.”

            Another boy the popped his head from around the doorframe, who looked a lot meeker. He was blonde with pale skin, his eyes green like the grass in a meadow. The top part of a purple shirt could be seen. “The new kid is right, Tyler… lay off the cussing for a bit…” his voice was very feathery. “Emilio washed your mouth with soap last week, remember?”

            Tyler jolted. “That stuff was nasty!” He then straightened up. “You’re right though… I can’t afford to get kicked out right now… This is my second home and Lucy said I can go for the basketball team at the school.”

            “Basket… ball?” Apollo echoed, clearly confused.

            The meek boy came into full view form the doorway, revealing he was wearing jeans and white tennis shoes. “You have a strange accent…” he commented. “Do you not have basketball where you’re from?

            Tyler looked completely shocked. “How do you not have basketball!? Next, you’re gonna tell me you don’t have lacrosse or football too!”

            Apollo gave a blank stare.

            The meek boy whispered to Tyler, “I don’t think he does…”

            “Dude!” Tyler screeched. “Where the hell are you from!? MARS!?

            “Khura’in,” Apollo replied with a shrug. “Also, ‘Apollo’ in planet terms is associated with Sun Mercury.”

            Tyler looked back at the meek blonde. “Sam, is this kid fricken serious?!” he then shouted, him nearly going into hysterics.

            The meek blonde, Sam, nodded, “He is correct about the ‘Apollo’ thing in Greek mythology.”

            Tyler deadpanned, “I meant about the lack of sports in that Cure whatever place…”

            “We have bike riding,” Apollo offered. “And we also have archery…” He was considered okay at archery, which was funny due to his namesake; A few times Dhurke took him and Nahyuta hunting for chickens for the rare occasion of meat, and it was usually him and Dhurke that got the kill.

            Tyler then sighed in exasperation, “Whatever, man.” He then grabbed Apollo by the arm. “Welcome to the Hellhole known as the Rodriguez House, new brother.”

**

Tyler and Sam showed Apollo around the house, the dog Cosmo following close at their heels.

            The house was abnormally large on the inside; it seemed way too big for a family of five and one dog to live in. Despite the boys each having their own room and sharing one large bathroom, there was still Emilio and Lucy’s master bedroom and bathroom with an additional four bedrooms and three bathrooms in the house. There was also a game room, complete with a pool table and foosball table.

            “We can pretty much do anything we want here,” Tyler practically bragged during the tour.

            The kitchen put five-star restaurants to shame. It was all stainless steel, and it seemed like it had the newest appliances on the market. There were three cooks in there along with Lucy, busily cooking and baking. For the most part, Lucy was clean and was barely doing anything, she was just sipping a glass of wine.

            When Sam showed Apollo the backyard, the boy could barely tell that it was a residential backyard. It seemed like it was an outdoor bar, a full bar with every type of alcohol you could imagine stocked to the brim behind the counter. The pool was glittering like crystals, and of course there was a spot to swim up to the bar, and the pool had its own rock enclosure and waterfall.

            I know where I am not going.

            “Do you have a swimsuit?” Sam asked happily, his eyes beaming. “The pool is heated and everything! It is so much fun!”

            “I don’t swim,” Apollo replied quickly, almost too quickly, his hands up defensively.

            The memory of him and Nahyuta being swept up in the river almost engulfed him, just like the fast current that almost took them. It was a stupid mistake the two made thinking they could handle jumping on the rocks, but they both slipped and fell. The current was too strong, and as Apollo thought he was going to slip under the water with his flailing arms desperately trying to reach shore, Dhurke had grabbed him and Nahyuta just in time.

            Breathe in. Breathe out.

            “Okay,” Sam just said. “No big deal.”

            Tyler then clapped his hands, “Oh!” he shouted. “There is only one place we can’t go in the house!”

            “The basement,” Sam finished, his voice almost trembling. “It’s where Emilio does a lot of his work, so it’s private and he doesn’t want us kids bugging him.”

            Tyler rolled his eyes. “Guy’s a prick, but he makes all the money to afford it here.”

            Apollo was curious at that. “What does he do…?” he arched an eyebrow.

            Tyler shrugged. “I have no idea,” he honestly said. “Every time I ask, I get yelled at.”

            Before Apollo could ask more a voice, belonging to Lucy, called out, “Boys, dinner is ready!”

            “Finally!” Tyler bellowed out, hands on his stomach. “I was withering away!” He then grabbed Apollo by the arm. “Come on, Apollo, you’ll love the food here!”

            The table that he was seated at was big enough that Apollo thought it could put the Khura’in Royal family’s dining area to shame – not that he had ever been there himself, but he had seen pictures. He had sat next to Sam, who sat next Tyler, all three boys having a plate with prime rib with a baked potato that was stuffed to the brim with all the fixings and a side of grilled asparagus with butter and sea salt.

            Lucy and Emilio were at the very end of the table, both eating and chatting lightly. Lucy, of course, was still drinking her wine that Apollo had seen earlier. Alcohol was a thing in Khura’in, he has seen Dhurke and Datz drink once in a while, but it wasn’t a major occurrence, and it was a peach sake that him and Nahyuta snuck a sip once.

            And Dhurke was super angry while Datz laughed.

            As everyone ate, Apollo moved the food around on the plate. Since arriving in America he still had mainly a vegetable based diet like back in Khura’in. Even when Aria had made him the hamburgers his first night, he felt horrible stomach pain as he was not used to beef. Slowly, he ate the asparagus, which was honestly the best he has ever ate, as it cut with his fork so simply and effortlessly.

            “Do you not like the food?” Emilio barked angrily.

            Apollo jumped at the sudden noise, even Sam did as well. “Um… I don’t usually eat meat…” the brunette tried to explain, his face flushing red in embarrassment.

            “Who the hell doesn’t eat meat!?” Emilio sounded super exasperated. He glared at his wife. “You had to pick the broken kid, huh?” He then took a large swig of his own wine. “First he has an accent, two he wants to be a Defense Attorney, and now he doesn’t want meat.”

            Tyler muttered loud enough for Apollo to hear, “Damn… just ignore him, Apollo… he’s probably drunk…”

            Apollo wasn’t the type to keep his mouth shut. “In Khura’in, we eat mainly rice and vegetables,” he raised his voice, which to him was a little, but to mainly others it was considered “loud”. He had always been naturally a loud kid, just had the diaphragm and lung capacity to project his voice very well. Dhurke had told him if possibly he had better vocal training, he probably could’ve been a vocalist like his parents were. “The only meat we typically eat is pork and chicken, only the royal family would eat something as luxurious as beef.”

            Emilio sneered, “Then be happy you get something so luxurious.”

            “Not when my stomach isn’t used to it and I get sick,” the red-clothed boy counted. “Unless you want me to vomit all over your nice home, I rather have another helping of these very delicious asparagus, please.”

            That was when one of the chefs from earlier then brought out more asparagus for him and took away his prime rib and his potato. With a cheerful “Thank you” in traditional Khura’inese, Apollo dug into his pile vegetable; Sam and Tyler tried to mimic the word in poor pronunciation but Apollo appreciated it nonetheless.

            After dinner was not as exciting. Sam and Tyler showed Apollo the gaming room where the three played some video games, although Apollo lost horribly as he was not used to them. Finally, Lucy told the boys it was time for bed as Sam and Tyler had school in the morning.

   ��        “I do have to get you registered for school,” Lucy told Apollo. “But they’re going to have you take some tests so they know what grade level to start you off in tutoring even though you’re technically in the fourth grade.”

            The words that were coming out of her mouth made absolutely no sense to him. Dhurke had made sure he and Nahyuta were taught very well; Apollo knew how to read in both Khura’inese and English by the time he was four, and Nahyuta knew higher math and basic science when he was six. The two boys had never gone to a place called school.

            His first full day in the new home was a rough one to say the least – he enjoyed his time with Tyler and Sam, but he had rather be either at home in Khura’in or with Aria. Once he was all set in the large bedroom, the blank walls that surrounded him seemed overly suffocating. The white bareness of it all was consuming him… complete emptiness.

            “You’ll like this place, pal.”

            “This family has a couple of kids your age, you’ll have fun with them.”

            The voices of Detective Gumshoe and Aria echoed in his mind. Was he really going to like it here? It hasn’t even been a full day and the “Foster Father” was a complete jerk to him and the “Foster Mother” was already being two-faced.

**

The next few weeks were completely uneventful to him.

            As promised, Apollo was registered at a nearby elementary school, a private one at that. He was forced to wear an all-black uniform with a white undershirt – the fabric feeling completely itching and stiff against his skin. The school even forced him to gel his hair down against his head, but it stubbornly kept trying to creep up.

            When he was given his testing he had actually exceeded the levels of expectation, keeping him at the fourth grade level, but they gave him extra work to keep him stimulated. As this was a private school he attended, he took on extracurricular activities, including another language with Sam, as he attended the same school for fifth grade; both taking on Spanish.

            I’m sure Spanish will come in handy while speaking with clients in the future… probably more common than Khura’inese.

            Tyler attended the private middle school, him being in multiple sport extracurriculars. It seemed he was aiming for being in teams and captain positions for high school so he could end up with top notch scholarships for college.

            Apollo’s relationship with the boys was going on well, they were getting along quickly. However, his relationship with the “parents” seemed to have faltered. Lucy was still insistent on trying to have him change his career path in life, her buying him many different law books that had nothing to do with defense law – every book had to do with prosecution, insurance fraud law, civil law, health insurance law, and divorce law.

            Seems she rather me become any other attorney but a Defense Attorney…

            Lucy pushed a very similar narrative on Tyler and Sam. She encouraged Tyler in sports only for a scholarship, but whenever he mentioned about becoming a professional basketball player or lacrosse player, she threatened to pull him from the team. Sam had mentioned he wanted to be a psychologist, but Lucy told him they were quacks and if he wanted to be a doctor of any kind it should be a surgeon or cardiologist as they made more money.

            Emilio was the same as ever. He ignored all three kids and for the most part was only in the basement. The man would spend hours in the basement just to come upstairs, eat a meal, and leave the house for hours on end with large suitcases only to not return with them.

            One day Apollo finally asked, “What do you even do in the basement, Emilio?”

            The man had given him a hard glare. “Adult things,” he had practically growled. He had muttered something in Spanish, and thanks to Apollo taking Spanish classes he understood what was said.

            “Nosey little asshole.”

            “What are in the suitcases when you leave?” Apollo had then asked.

            “Clothes.”

            At the time, Apollo felt an uncomfortable tightness on his left wrist. Emilio’s left nostril flared, and he sniffled as he said that word. Something didn’t seem right.

            It all came to a head one fateful day in December…

            “Yo, I hope we get that new gaming console for Christmas!” Tyler cheered, him throwing his backpack onto the floor of the foyer when the three kids arrived at home after school.

            Winter break had finally arrived, all three were off school for the next month. Apollo kept hearing the word “Christmas” thrown around for the last month since living at the Rodriguez’s. Just a couple of weeks ago they celebrated something called “Thanksgiving” where he ate turkey for the first time, which was easy on his stomach like chicken, and he enjoyed it. However, the term “Christmas” he was not used to, and everyone kept talking to him about it as if he did know.

            Sam nodded in agreement to Tyler. “Oh, I know!” he laughed. “The graphics card on the new one is supposed to be, like, eight times better than the last one!”

            Apollo gave a lighthearted, “Yes, agreed…!” and to put the icing on the cake he did a small “fist pump” he saw other kids at his school do.

            Tyler laughed at him. “Pol, that was the lamest, and I mean this in the nicest way possible as your older brother here,” he howled. “But that was truly, the lamest fist pump I have ever seen! And I’ve lived with Sam for four months!”

            “Yeah -! HEY!” Sam was about to agree but then just realized what was said.

            Tyler gave Sam a small playful shove. “Ya know I’m messin’!” he joked. He then turned to Apollo. “So, ya gave Lucy any ideas for what you want for Christmas?”

            Apollo gave a blank stare. “I… I don’t know…” he honestly said, his hand running through the stickiness of his gelled hair. He absolutely hated the gel. “We didn’t have Christmas in Khura’in.”

            Sam gave a gasp, “YOU DIDN’T!?”

            “We prayed a lot, to the Holy Mother,” Apollo offered. “Well, my family really didn’t much, we didn’t do the strict schedule the rest of the country did.”

            Sam then pondered for a moment. “Wait… I think in my class we talked about Khura’in today… that’s the country that has a lot… of Spirit Mediums, right?”

            “Yes.”

            “Like… summoning the dead…?”

            “Not really… it’s channeling a spirit and hosting the soul in your own body. It’s mainly a woman thing though.”

            Tyler scoffed. “A country of Spirit Mediums…? Sounds like a B-Ghost movie plot.”

            Sam gave an audible shudder. “That’s terrifying!” he cried. “I never want to see that!”

            Apollo agreed, it was terrifying. He’s seen it once, it was from the Master of the Kurain School when she had visited when he was four, where they do a special form of channeling. Instead of just hosting the spirit and the spirit speaking through the host, the Master of the Kurain, or anyone from that bloodline, takes on the form of that person. Their body shape changes, hairstyle, certain facial features like a mole or scar shows up, height and weight become noticeable, and their voice matches; the actual spirit is there using the body like a puppet.

            It was the most disturbing thing Apollo had ever seen, and he never wanted to see that again.

            Apollo went to his room to put his backpack away. In the past few weeks, it was as promised where there were things bought for him to make his room feel more like his own. His plain white bedding was replaced with red and black; a black rug was placed on the floor to take up space, a small bookshelf that started collecting the various law books and Spanish language books, and he was bought a small laptop to be able to do schoolwork on. The walls were still bare as ever, he had no idea what to do to fill the space – so every night when he tried to go to sleep, the bareness of it all engulfed him.

            Once he was done putting his books away from his backpack, he ran to the bathroom so he could run his head under the fairly large sink to wash out the hair gel. If there was one thing about the school that he absolutely hated was that it tried to force him to conform – they forced him to gel his hair every morning due to his “horns”; one of the teachers even tried to come at him with scissors until he ran away screaming. Once a week they try to put him in “speech therapy” with the Speech Therapist of the school to work on losing his Khura’inese accent.

            “Dinner’s ready!” Apollo heard Lucy call from the kitchen. He dried his hair quickly and ran down the stairs, Cosmo the dog suddenly at his heels.

            Everyone was accounted for at the table – all except for Emilio.

            “Apollo,” Lucy said sweetly. “Can you just open the basement door and call down to Emilio and let him know dinner is ready?”

            The boy nodded politely, and he obediently went to go do the task. He opened the basement door and called down. There was no answer. He raised his voice slightly, which in normal terms was almost shouting. There was still no answer.

            “There is only one place we can’t go in the house!” Tyler’s voiced echoed in Apollo’s head.

            “The basement!” Sam’s voice finished.

            But Emilio isn’t responding… and I don’t want to get in trouble by Lucy either…

            So, Apollo stepped down the stairs. Because the house was so new and luxurious, the stairs didn’t make one sound, so it was easy for him to go down quietly. Once he was at the bottom he saw that the lights were on and that he was in a completely furnished basement; the floor carpeted a generic tan, a couple of couches that were black leather with a large coffee table between them, and along the wall…

            Wait… what are those…?

            Apollo walked over to the large pile of what looked to be sacks of flour… Each sack had the weight of them printed on them and the amount of money of their worth… some of the bags were worth over one hundred thousand dollars. He backed away quickly, he didn’t want to even touch it. A glint caught his eye. On the coffee table in the center was a handgun with a few stray bullets lying about.

            “What are you doing down here, kid!?” a gruff voice demanded.

            Apollo spun around and saw a tall man with blonde hair wearing a black suit and tie glaring at him. The man would look like any other normal guy if it weren’t for the jagged, raised red scar that was across his face. He pulled something from his side, another flash of silver, and a handgun was produced.

            “Thought that idiot told you kids not to come down here…!” the suited man grumbled.

            “L-Lucy said d-dinner was ready…” Apollo stammered nervously, his brown eyes not leaving the gun.

            The man sighed with fake sadness, “Looks like things are gonna end like the last kid they fostered…” There was a sound of the man cocking the gun. “Ya see… the last little bastard that came down here cause he was all curious got a lead aspirin…” The man then forced Apollo to look at him in the eyes, the boy seeing that the man’s eyes were an unusual shade of lilac. “Luckily, I made it look like a good accident so Little Miss Housewife could still be a foster mom to kids, but only if that idiot made sure nothing like that happened again.” He gave a subtle shake of his head. “Looks like all three of you boys need to die…”

            Sweat beaded on Apollo’s forehead. America can’t really be like this, can it!? Dhurke had made it sound like he had to leave Khura’in because it was more dangerous there than anywhere else! Now there is drugs and a man threatening to kill him!?

            “APOLLO, GET OUT OF HERE!” the voice of Emilio screamed as he came out of seemingly nowhere, tackling the man to the ground.

            A loud bang! went off and there was a scream.

            Apollo ran up the basement stairs as fast as he could, him practically tripping and almost smashing his face against the steps. As he ran past the dining room he heard Lucy try to call out to him, but there was more screaming as there was another gunshot. He finally made it up to his room and frantically searched for the card Detective Gumshoe gave him the day he was dropped off. He found it at the bottom of the sock drawer and took off, running around the corner of the hallway to get to the back of the house, to the one place he knew would have a phone: Lucy and Emilio’s room.

            Another gunshot rang out and he heard wood splintering precariously close to his ear. He couldn’t think about how he was almost just shot and kept running. Once he made it to the Master Bedroom, he slammed it shut and locked it; he was panting but he had not time to catch his breath. He found the phone on the nightstand and immediately dialed Gumshoe’s number – praying to the Holy Mother herself that he would answer.

            “This is Detective Dick Gumshoe, how can I help ya, pal?” the scruffy detective’s voice greeted.

            “Detective! It’s me, Apollo Justice!” Apollo frantically cried, his voice high pitched and he could feel tears in his eyes.

            “Oh, heya, kid… is every-”

            “THERE IS A GUY IN THE HOUSE WITH A GUN!” and right on cue a shot blasted through the door and whizzed past him, shattering a picture of Lucy and Emilio on their wedding day that was hanging on the wall.

            “Whoa, pal!” Gumshoe screamed into the phone. “That explains why everyone here is scrambling – we got multiple calls from the neighborhood there! I’ll be there myself in five minutes – you get yourself holed up somewhere!”

            There was a click and dial-tone. The detective had hung up.

            SLAM!

            The door was kicked open and the blonde man was in the entry way. He clicked his tongue, “My, who knew a little foreigner orphan boy would be the cause of so much trouble in this operation…” Behind the man, Apollo saw that Emilio was limping down the hall, a gun in hand. “All that idiot had to do was just follow the rules, let his wife play ‘Mommy’ and he got to have all this money and big house – but like he said, you’re a noisy little prick.”

            “Drugs and guns are illegal…” Apollo squeaked out.

            The man then laughed, “So is murder kid, but how many trials of that do you see on television?” He gave a shrug. “All we do is frame others, and the Prosecution is so relentless… even the innocent is Guilty!”

            Apollo winced. “So, the legal system in America is messed up too, huh?”

            “Why do you care?”

            “I’m going to be a Defense Attorney – I’m going to make sure assholes like you don’t get away with this!”

            A loud bang! once again rang out, and there was a sickening crunch! A hole appeared suddenly in the middle of the blonde man’s head, and his lilac eyes widened in disbelief and shock just for a moment before they glossed over. He fell forward with a heavy thump! as scarlet pooled beneath him.

            Emilio was at the doorway, a gun raised, and him panting heavily. Blood was on his left side and there was a hole on the left side of his suit jacket; he must’ve been shot when he had tackled the man in the basement.

            “Apollo!” Emilio shouted as he limped over, concern in his brown eyes. “Hey… hey, kid! Are you okay!?”

            Apollo didn’t say anything. He just stood there, numbness creeping into him.

            “You have blood on your face…” Emilio whispered as he took a cloth from his left breast pocket. He began to try to wipe the blood from the boy’s face, but it seemed to only smear it.

            A loud booming voice then shouted, “This is the police, pal!”

            Emilio immediately stopped what he was doing and stood up, his hands raised up. The gun he had earlier was on the ground next to him.

            “Hey, Apollo, you okay, kid!?” Gumshoe bellowed.

            Again Apollo said nothing as red and blue lights began to fill the now darkening room and the night began to creep in that cold, December evening.

**

Apollo, Tyler, and Sam sat on the couch in the living room as the police swept the entire home.

            Lucy was put on a gurney, a sheet over her entire body. Scarlet stained the white sheet as the body was still seeping with blood. The gunshot that Apollo had heard while he was running past was the blonde man pulling the trigger on her, killing her instantly.

            Tyler and Sam were uninjured, and Apollo was thankful for that. But a lingering guilt clutched onto him. If he hadn’t went down to the basement… Lucy would be alive.

            It turned out that Emilio Rodriguez was part of large drug smuggling operation in Los Angeles, him being blackmailed since he was in high school. Emilio had done something in his youth that caused the head of the organization to use that to their advantage and blackmail him for years. Of course Emilio got plenty of money, ended up meeting with Lucy who was his high school sweetheart and got married – the two couldn’t have biological children, so they went into being foster parents, and Lucy wanted to make sure each child would have the best career path for them that was legitimate so they could not possibly go on this path; she seemed to be rough and maybe seemed heartless when it came to their dreams, but deep down she only had their best interests at heart.

            The reason why Emilio was so rough on the foster kids… was because of the death of the first kid that him and Lucy fostered. Just as the blonde man had said, the child had wandered down to the basement and caught sight of the illegal items. While Emilio insisted that the child would not say anything, the kid was taken care of so to speak and arranged in a way where there was an accident not tied to the home. He became cold to the next foster children that came into the picture, which was Tyler, then Sam, and finally Apollo, so that they wouldn’t meet the same fate.

            Everything was confiscated in the basement, and Emilio was arrested for illegal possession of drugs and firearms as well as murder. As Emilio was being escorted out of the house in handcuffs, it looked like he almost had the look of peace on his face along with sadness.

            “Sorry you kids have to be shipped off again…” Emilio said as one of the police officers guided him past. “I… I really wish it didn’t come to this.”

            Apollo felt a pang in his chest. It was his fault after all.

            Once officer each then escorted the boys to their rooms so they could pack their belongings. Gumshoe escorted Apollo himself, him seeing that the boy was tense and was moving very stiffly.

            Apollo packed in his suitcase clothing, the legal books he was given, and the toiletries. He didn’t bother with the laptop as it was already confiscated by the police in case of other shady business. He zipped up the suitcase and approached Gumshoe, who looked a little shocked that the boy barely packed anything.

            “You… sure you don’t have anything else…?” Gumshoe asked wearily.

            “No…” Apollo replied stoically. “This is all.”

            Gumshoe and Apollo went back downstairs, just in time to see Tyler and Sam be put in the back of two separate police cars. Cosmo the dog was put in a Humane Society van, ready to be put at a center so he could be adopted out himself.

            I guess I put the dog in the same boat as us…

            “Alright, pal,” Gumshoe said gently. “Let’s go…” as he began to lead the boy to his patrol car.

            “Where are we going…?”

            “I think I know where we are going, Apollo.”

            This time Gumshoe had a couple of plastic bags from a convenience store in the back seat for him. As the scruffy detective put the car into gear, Apollo immediately felt his stomach churn and made a grab for a plastic bag. He couldn’t hold it in anymore – from between the fright of what he witnessed earlier, the blood from the man, Lucy’s dead body, and now the car, he just let retched into the bag.

            “I… learned my lesson last time…” Gumshoe tried to say lightly, him grimacing at the sounds of the boy vomiting.

            The stomach acid stung his throat, and his face streaked with tears. Every time he closed his eyes he just the man’s face with the hole in the middle of his forehead. He saw Lucy’s lifeless body on the gurney. He saw Emilio in handcuffs. He saw Tyler and Sam being once again shipped off to another home.

            “Here we are, pal…” Gumshoe softly said as he pulled over the patrol car.

            Apollo looked up to see a very familiar looking house. He opened the patrol car door and unbuckled his seatbelt and ran up the sidewalk that led to the front door. Before he even made it to the door, it opened and the warm light poured out with a silhouette of the woman who had taken care of him before.

            “ARIA!” Apollo wailed, his eyes brimming with tears. Aria only crouched down and let the boy crash into her embrace. He started wailing in hysterics, a combination of Khura’inese, English, and now his new budding Spanish of everything. His whole body shook as he cried, but he felt comforted as Aria’s warm hands gently rubbed his back and consoled him.

            “It’s going to be fine, Apollo…” she whispered to him. “You’re fine.”

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i havent even watched past the school festival arc but i have two more new villain/vigilante/SOMETHING babies. if it doesnt make sense its because hitomi especially is so up in the air rn lol

chisaki gou, a quirkless (as far as everyone knows -- im thinking he can actually fuck with people's brains. manipulation maybe, voices in their head, probably) yakuza legacy who's not all on board with this quirk love. eri remembers him, and in the oha canon eri only ends up telling midoriya and mirio after shes rescued. this haunts them for years, knowing there was another child chisaki still managed to keep his hands on. but even after investigation, gou was never found. he mostly makes use of throwing knives and a magnetic bracelet. no one's super sure what he thinks of his father, and no one knows who his mother is.

takami hitomi, (im SORRY i fell down the dabihawks rabbit hole -- i havent even seen them interact yet im just so normal about how they look together. i could not tell you when hitomi was born bc i dont even know if dabi's alive rn) who honestly is bouncing around with parentage rn lol. she went from being a shigdabi kid to a dabihawks kid. bit of a bitch, but is in more of a grey area than gou. she only really works with him because she believes the quirk dominance of the world is killing it and other people. her quirk, phoenix, allows her a pair of fire wings but shes also capable of pyrokinesis...sort of. she can manipulate the heat from anything to effectively combust it from the inside out -- you can imagine she occasionally does this to people.

EDIT: i do not know how fckin old hitomi is. this will be updated eventually.

these two are at the sorta kinda head of a lot of trouble in oha. oha suffers mostly from the very distinct hero worship of those on the billboards (deku specifically and pressure on him to 'make up for' kimiko's quirklessness). gou specifically restarted the shie hassaikai just to get the rumor mill going and throw people off his scent. hitomi, whether shes still with keigo or not, is disturbed her quirk could eventually kill her and is overall disgusted by it and with how many people that tell her she could either be a villain or tell her she could be a hero, she fell down the quirk hate pipeline ... which led her to gou.

fallen angels (the working title for the actual villain/vigilante org) wanted hitomi specifically because of her connection to the hpsc, and as a susceptible teenager...well they succeeded in convincing her. gou however took quite a bit more convincing until they really nailed into him how his quirklesness was useful to them. and then he cracked and,, well now the pair of them just run odd jobs for the angels together.

they hate each other but the angels are the only family gou's ever known. kai was the only person he ever really cared about but gou was a means to an end, especially when kai sent him away shortly before the raid. he has mixed feelings about kai, noted when he restarts the shie hassaikai but rejects his father's methods.

and yeah idk im just rambling at this point. (also in my brain hitomi's kinda hot and their banter makes me want to write lol)

gou goes by cavalier, the same way his father went by overhaul.

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ace attorney series review

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney: genuinely really good, but not just for story reasons. it's a really solid work of mystery adventure game design that still delivers on the original promise of ace attorney better than a lot of the most lauded games. and manfred still carries the most threatening presence of any prosecutor throughout the series

Justice for All: I think this is better than people say it is, i think it's fine for the game to be mostly episodic and focus on cases about just some guys rather than furthering The Plot, but i also can't deny that it has a lot of bad design habits that the series wouldn't overcome for a long time, specifically bullshit testimony puzzles that undercut the actual appeal to cross-examination. that said, it introduced us to the magatama interrogations, and still has the most compelling of those in the series.

Trials and Tribulations: this is of course a classic and an amazing resolution to the trilogy. 11 year old me had to physically go outside after the ending and process everything that just happened. but it's worth noting that i was consulting a walkthrough for the entire back half, because the bullshit testimony puzzles being so frequent meant i couldn't trust the game to be straightforward with me. it's better as a visual novel than as a game, and that's a real shame

Rise from the Ashes: incredibly solid all around, definitely my favorite of the original trilogy and also just some of the best ace attorney the series has seen? it's not just that 10 year old me saw all of the forensic gimmick and thought "wow, cool toy!" it's that it genuinely expands the scope of what ace attorney can be. it's not just that i can view objects in 3D, but that examining these things reveals new information, or just gives Phoenix and Ema an excuse to banter. it's not just that spraying luminol is fun, but that you can spray it anywhere, and find bloodstains in unexpected places that have nothing to do with the case but are just funny or flesh out the world. it's an ambitious case that makes good on all that ambition.

Apollo Justice: this game takes rise from the ashes and removes everything i liked about it. look, people have talked about this game to death. the basic complaints i have are 1) the bracelet mechanic sucks and relies on either guesswork or a walkthrough, 2) the 3d evidence examination has lost all of its charm in favor of raw function, 3) there's a large sense in both the minigames and the fact everybody else already knows what's going on, that you're just going through the motions of doing what the writer wants you to. like, it sucks, for sure, i don't like it. BUT, it was at least a setup for what could've been a great second trilogy. it takes ace attorney into a new direction that could have promising! shame the rest of the trilogy didn't follow up on it.

Investigations: so like, gonna be honest, i don't remember a fucking thing that happens in that game, and i only played it a couple years ago. the actual plot slid off of me. but the characters left an incredibly solid impression. i'm probably never going to forget tyrell badd, shi-long lang, calisto yew, and especially kay faraday. they're such cool characters, and i love the energy of the game, even though it's basically junk food entertainment. it's a great time the whole way through, and i especially like how it deliberately removes testimony puzzles in the way that every rebuttal has to end with presenting evidence. but i think this also marks the point where the series stopped living rent-free in my mind. i have strong memories of the original trilogy, and apollo justice, but from here on out i think the series just stopped leaving as much of an impact on me.

Investigations 2: i played this game in high school when the translation was finally done, and it was cool as hell. it escalated the stakes of the series to something i'd never seen before, and it takes a genuinely darker turn that i really liked at the time. it's incredibly solid as a game, but my memory just isn't what it used to be. i should play that game again sometime, it was really refreshing to see these familiar characters again.

Professor Layton Crossover: it's been a while since i played this one, i had a pretty good time with it. i like both of the games it crosses over, and i like the dynamics between its main characters, but i also think the court sections rely way too much on pressing leading to there basically being no tension. i was honestly disappointed in shu takumi for writing the game this way. it feels like he's just too enamored with fun mechanic ideas, and doesn't consider how it will feel to play them. but it's still a really nice court drama, and what really makes it for me is the presentation. the use of animation, music, voice acting, etc all creates a compelling drama that feels elevated above much of the series. like, footfalls of turnabout is one of my favorite songs in the series, because no other game in the series has a song that does what it does for the story. i would absolutely recommend this game if you wanna see how to use music to make a drama more compelling.

Dual Destinies: a cowardly game, seemingly made in response to people who didn't like apollo justice, choosing to walk back everything interesting it did. i think it's a pretty entertaining mystery procedural, like each case is a compelling story. it just doesn't make an impact like the original trilogy did, and that's a real shame. i will say that i've forgotten how well this game uses 3D for its character animation. like yeah, the mouth flaps would be better as sprites, but there's a lot of really nice or funny animation that would have been a pain in the ass to do in sprites, like ted tonate dis/reassembling a bomb, scuttlebutt pushing a tabloid out of her little box, or just cosmos spinning in his segway. like, it's really nice.

Spirit of Justice: this game was fine. i think i appreciate it because it kind of makes an aesthetic out of having no identity anymore. like, there's just too many characters, settings, plot threads, and mechanics for any of it to cohesive, so instead it's all sectioned off. this part is in the style of the original trilogy, this part features athena, and the choice to have the entire last case from apollo's perspective is a bold one! wouldn't have been so bold if this was actually just The Apollo Justice Trilogy, but nonetheless! i think for the cowardly direction this series took, this was the best direction they could've gone with it. but it's also a jumped shark, and that's really sad.

Great Ace Attorney 1+2: i can't really appreciate it on its own, because it's just so wrapped up in the context of the rest of the series. the best story beats mostly feel like shu takumi chasing old glory, the summation examination feels like it's trying and succeeding to one-up the main series, like "look, i can do jury trials, why didn't you?" it uses 3D evidence examination in a way that actually fleshes out the story, but it keeps doing the thing where it thinks it's clever by making you check the other side of a piece of evidence. like wouldn't it be funny if you had this mechanic in turnabout sisters? sigh anyway, it's pretty good, but i feel like i just can't like it as much as modern aa fans do because i've just, been here the whole time.

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Dion Villain AU! 😈🔪

TW: For implied violence, death, and a few morbid descriptions

And also spoilers for Apollo Justice

- Everything up to Dion starting Freshman Year at Themis Legal academy stays the same.

- Her father’s a prosecutor

- Her mother died in during the RJ-5 incident that occurred when Dion was 11

- Her facade ability triggers for the first time during this tragedy and it cause her to suspect her father of foul play

- She cuts ties with her father and moves in with her aunt Ino Potíri

- She begins the prosecutor’s track at Themis legal academy with the goal of charging/prosecuting her father in the murder of her mother

- Freshman year is really hard as Dion is struggling both mentally and socially, she’s in a very vulnerable state

- At a school function she encounters Kristoph and Klavier Gavin

- She initially talks to Klavier as he’s currently balancing both a law and musical career and while she appreciates what he’s doing is ultimately unimpressed

- Then she spots Kristoph and is immediately unsettled. His calm collected demeanor that lawyer praise him for is a facade and Dion is just curious not to attempt breaking it.

- She outright confronts him with a conversation that sum up to, “I know your hiding your true self.” “Oh really? What are you gonna do about it?”

- They match wits for a bit but ultimately end in a stand still and Dion leaves with the one thing she never should have got, Kristoph’s attention

- I like the idea that Kristoph doesn’t see potential in his brother but does see some in Dion and would rather manipulate her to be his ally in the prosecutor’s office over Klavier

- Kristoph continues to per-sue Dion, hoping to create a mentor like kinship he can control

- Dion knows what he’s up, knows that he’s not what he seems, but is so lost and so curious that she eventually opens up more to Kristoph. It only so she can break his facade, nothing else. She does not consider him a friend or mentor.

- Kristoph and Dion continue to talk (both trying to out smart the other’s manipulation and lies)

- Dion graduates as a prosecutor armed with the things Kristoph taught her over the years (Like it or not after years of knowing each other, Dion has been influenced by Kristoph and vice versa.)

- Kotinos (Dion’s father) returns to prosecuting shortly after Dion passes the bar and the anger and resentment bubbling inside her plus all the things she learned from Kristoph finally drives her to do something about it

- At first she planned to do it through legal means but she quickly grew impatient and decided to take justice into her own hands

- So Dion’s villain arc is actually Kristoph and Dion both independently carrying out elaborate plans for revenge (Kristoph on Phoenix and Dion on Kotinos) while using the other as a scapegoat.

- Apollo and Phoenix face both Klavier and Dion in court as a strange series of murders takes place. (All masterminded by either Kristoph or Dion)

- I think the final case for Dion’s arc specifically would finally have her get her hands dirty by killing her father. I don’t have an exact idea for the case, but I do know that Dion would use a shard of glass from the RJ-5 incident (A much larger piece than the one she wear as a bracelet) to stab/slice him repeatedly so that his corpse resembled her mothers.

- Of course in court, A[ollo would prove not only that Dion was guilty but also the truth of the RJ-5 incident and Kotinos’ innocence. Dion has a dramatic break down filled with rage and regret.

-Before being taken away she warns Apollo about Kristoph and his facade. Apollo already knows about it at this point (This case takes place after Turnabout Trump) but think there might be more to what Dion said aside from “Kristoph bad”

- After this Dion would become a minor recurring character. Being consulted in her holding cell to give her input on certain cases, mostly things that pertain to either the entertainment industry or her facade ability.

- BTW in a battle of wits Kristoph would absolutely tear Dion to shreds and I’m pretty sure he had a hand in Dion getting caught for the murder of Kotinos.

- I’m sure Dion and Apollo have crossed path a few times through Kristoph but neither knows the full extent of their relationship with Kristoph, he likes keeping his connections to himself like that. Apollo doesn’t learn Dion is a prosecutor and vice versa til they face each other in court for the first time.

- I also don’t know if I like Dion being friendly to Klavier after becoming a prosecutor or she gets so lost in Kristoph’s manipulation that she “playfully” bullies Klavier. I think I prefer the former.

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