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#you gay as fuck man #chief:

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#FUCK FU CKFUCKUFCKFUCK #CHIEF: #IM T AGGING THIS IS MY FAV POST EVER

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Seeing Flammelle with a child in his hands was surely something. That wasn't even the strangest sight he had seen in the city, but he sure as hell didn't expect someone as normal as Flammelle to hold a child version of him. And he seemed so calm! It was true that some weird things happened in the city, all because of the scientists, but hey, Edgeworth had lived a (ALMOST) normal life up until now! Surely the only strange thing that happened was all the spirit-medium thing and those psycho-locks or whatever. But to have a child hatch from an egg was waaaaay too much for the prosecutor.

And truth be told, being called irresponsible by someone did hurt his pride, but hey. It was a child. Hatched from an egg. What the hell was Flammelle expecting from Edgeworth?! "I-I know, but this is just madness to me... Even if they are behind this, I can't just accept it deliberately and pretend that child didn't hatch from an egg, Flammelle. I came from a world where children are born like any normal human being, not like a reptile."

If the other man saw Miles as someone responsible, mature and the sort, well I'm really sorry but truth be told, Edgeworth is just a human being and he might make his mistakes sometimes. Not to mention he was still a child in some points, really. A bit stubborn and loyal to science and logic. "I know I have to take care of him," He made a pause after he mentioned his younger self. God, he's going to kill Phoenix after this. "But what is he going to think of me? If he's indeed me... I was a pure child, Flammelle. At that age I used to glorify my dad. I have never been exactly normal, nor like the other kids. Father knew this very well." Whoops, sudden vent about his past? The Chief couldn't help it when his young self was so close to him.

case oo5: a ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ problem ▸▸ closed

#HE WOULD BE BETTER AT THIS IF THE CHILD HAD BEEN BORN FROM A WOMAN'S UTERUS #sideburnsandvoice #case oo5: flammelle #this is the event in which edgey loses all his cool

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“I trust Miles to take care of my egg…or child well, I mean, it’s not like anything could happen to it. It’s inside a house that I locked shut tightly. Plus, Flammelle ought to come home, it was 5 PM at the time!" says the guy who’s watching pornography on a hotel TV while his best friend is stressing over his egg.

#CAN'T BELIEVE I CAME TO THIS #i'm gonna go play portal 2 i'm shaking my head at you aimi

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I ONLY KNOW HOW TO HANDLE CHILDREN IF THEY ARE SEVEN OR OLDER, FLAMMELLE.

#vide pearl fey #what the FUCK are children #i grew up with manfred and franziska for god's sake #at the age of 3 that girl was already whipping the shit out of me #MY FATHER DIDNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ME DO YOU THINK I CAN HANDLE MY CHILD SELF #this was ooc #or kinda

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What the hell was happening in that city? The golden eggs were quite mysterious just as Edgeworth has expected, but who would have thought they would hatch baby version of themselves? This was utterly madness! But not only that, wasn't Phoenix who picked that egg? Why would it hatch a baby version of himself and not a baby version of his friend? Those questions were driving the prosecutor mad, and the more the thought about it, the more confused he seemed to be.

To leave a child alone in a room... That was quite irresponsible of Edgeworth. But what could he do? He couldn't possibly take care of himself! Thankfully the kid in the room seemed to be quiet (and he has always been when he was young) and there was no way he could go out or hurt himself. Maybe he was waiting for someone... ? The older man barely could remember anything from his past, and in all honesty, he didn't even like to remember it. That child had only brought him unpleasant memories.

"Ah, Flammelle? I'm up here. I can't... enter my room for... child reasons." He called out for the man as soon as he heard his voice. The Chief moved to the staircase, trying to not speak too loud in case his child version overhears them. "How is this even possible? There's no way an egg can bear a child, much less a child who looks like us."

case oo5: a ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ problem ▸▸ closed

#case oo5: flammelle #sideburnsandvoice #flammelle quick go buy a 'how to be a parent' book or something #i know NOTHING about children

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EDGEWORTH??? AN D LARRY

#LOOK AT EDGEWORTH'S OUTFIT MAN IM SO #UGH #STOP BEING SO UTTERLY ATTRACTIVE IN ANY OUTFIT YOU WEAR YOU DIPSHIT #chief: #something smells:

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I think LabyrinthCity!Edgeworth is trying to keep Phoenix to himself because the other two want him…?

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#YEAH BUT EDGEWORTH'S REALLY FANCY OUTFIT #chief: #childhood friend: #go away you two he's mine i found him first

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case oo5: a ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ problem ▸▸ closed

[6/7] anyways theres an egg on my side of the bed its huge and golden u cant miss it unless u have become even more blind u old hag hahaha xoxox

That was the text he got from Phoenix, and at the same time he couldn't possibly understand why the man ever dared to pick one of those and bring it home (Edgeworth has always been and will always be suspicious of anything in that city since the day he arrived), he simply accepted it as it is. Well, it's just an egg, right? Whether it will hatch or not, he only hopes it's going to hatch a bunny or something inoffensive.

By the time he arrived home, little did he know the egg had, indeed, hatched something inoffensive. No one was in the living room, so he went straight to his room, where he heard an unusual sound coming from inside of it. As soon as he opened, there was no golden egg beside their bed, but a... child.

... And it resembled Edgeworth a lot.

The man closed the door slowly, trying his best to not make any sound that could catch the child's attention and picked his cellphone as fast as he could. At first, messaging Phoenix about it would be a good idea, but he was in the middle of an investigation, wasn't he? Well, onto the next (and honestly first) trustworthy person he knows.

TO: F. Evans

FROM: M. Edgeworth

I'm very sorry if I'm disturbing you but I seem to have a few... problems.

Do you happen to know if Phoenix brought a...

child

home?

I know it sounds crazy but there is one on my bed and I don't know what to do with him.

If you are not busy, could you meet me? Or just give me any advice. If you know something about it, it would be of great help too.

#WHAT ARE CHILDREN AND HOW DO I DEAL WITH THEM #sideburnsandvoice #flammelly is on his way #cant believe a 24 yo man is gonna help a 34 yo man handle a child #case oo5: flammelle

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-- -- THREE NEW MESSAGES -- --

DELETE?

▷ YES

▷ NO

if i dont have the egg and u dont have the egg and then whos takin care of the egg

“Hmm…I wonder. I mean, I’m going off to work right now. That’s a perfectly good question, hahaha.”

“I guess we should check in with Edgeworth, right? He might’ve gotten there quickly, I mean…that guy’s pretty fast with everything. Maybe we should call him FASTworth?”

To Edgey Boy

From Phoenix Always Wright

[1/4] heyy edgeworth =)

[2/4] u home yet? fairing well on the egg? some guy named So A.Nonymous wants to know lol

[3/4] or has it hatched and are u breast feeding it?

[TEXT FAILED/4] shit fuck you dont have breasts IGNORE THATI NS ULT IM SO SO RYR  EDGEOWRht GOOD b YE

“Damn it. Hahaha…Edgeworth will kill me…”

#BYE PHOENIX #i'm blocking your number

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{ NOT EXACTLY A GOOD PARENT } drabble/;

“This egg…I swear to god, if it doesn’t hatch—I have work to do." Everyone wasn’t home, and so Phoenix got bored and took an egg from one of those "hidden egg" spots. It wasn’t hard to find, because everyone was crowding around them. He thought it’d be fun to take care of, but this thing wasn’t even trying to break open.

He stared at the egg, long and hard with that infamous Manfred von Karma stare he had seen in pictures of the prosecutor. It did works on Trucy when she wanted to buy that expensive painting for the office. At least Maya had tried to steal something, instead of making him buy something expensive. (Phoenix, you’re an ex-lawyer. That’s wrong on 50 different levels and you know it.) It didn’t work though, the staring of the egg.

The ex-attorney stared at the egg once more, but then sat up. He had to go help Edgeworth interrogate the suspects in one of his new murder cases he had accepted. The ex-defense did not have time for this silly business. (Damn…I sounded like Edgeworth thinking that!) He thought of putting the egg back, but it wasn’t going to be a pretty thing when Miles heard. He’d say something along the lines of, “You can’t use my credit card anymore, you fool.” No maybe that was something Franziska, his sister, would say. Since Phoenix was unemployed, he did this interrogating business as a service to Miles for allowing him to use his credit card (partially) not monitored.

Sighing, the spiky-haired brunet put on a doppelganger suit jacket, similar to the one he owned in Los Angeles. He had not worn that suit since seven years ago, but Edgeworth made him go buy a suit in order to do this little inspection business. “A lawyer has to look presentable, Phoenix,” Edgeworth’s words echoed through his mind but Phoenix only could think in his head, Damn you Edgeworth! I’m not even a lawyer anymore. He just had to proceed to leave the house after locking the door…not thinking about the egg or the suit.

While Phoenix walked out of the house to haul a taxi, he whipped out his handy cell phone he had gotten since he was now a citizen. ”Better remind old Edgey that I’m coming today…” He checked the time and then sent the text.

to Edgy Boy*

from Phoenix Always Wright*

[1/7] hey unsavy lawyer boy

[2/7] im going 2 the office rn just 2 let u know

[3/7] i know ur leavin since its like 7pm

[4/7] who even works til 7pm i mean in la we worked until 5pm that was just a given

[5/7] bah hive city and their standards of a hard worker are different than the us’s and thats god awful

[6/7] anyways theres an egg on my side of the bed its huge and golden u cant miss it unless u have become even more blind u old hag hahaha xoxox 

[7/7] sike i hate you <3 just watch the egg and tell me if it hatches

Little did he know…the egg had hatched while he was going to the office. What was inside of that egg…? (We’ll never know.)

“Probably should stay at a hotel ‘night, haha…Who knows what that devil of an egg could hatch into.” he snicked to himself as the taxi sped off to the prison. This was going to be a long night for Edgeworth.

DRAFTED TEXT MESSAGE

to Edgy Boy

from Phoenix Always Wright

[1/?] mmm edgeworth im gonna stay at a hotel for a few days

[2/?] have fun w that egg ok <3 <3

[3/?] also i found this new emoticon on the net wanna see it? its probably u rn xD

[4/?] 凸(｀0´)凸

*He nicknamed everything on his phone…

#IM FUCKIGN C YRINGO HM y g OD #THANK AIMi

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Send me a fandom and I'll tell you a character I'd roleplay from that fandom.

#8')

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ぽつねん

#no man no #we dont talk about turnabout goodbyes #chief:

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There were minutes Edgeworth believed Wright had left. He really did it, it would be a thought that could cross his mind, but as the fear was taking control over all his body, the only thoughts on his mind were of the day his father died. He was of course trying to avoid them, trying to think of better things, anything! Anything was better than that horrible, devastating day that ruined Edgeworth's life forever.

But he failed to do as such when a touch could be felt on his back. It was Phoenix's hand, followed by the ex-attorney's voice. This time, Miles listened to it. He knew Phoenix was afraid of heights, and he knew -- or rather, he remembered how he overcame that fear once back a few years ago. How could Edgeworth ever forget that case, in which he even stood behind the defense's bench for the first and last time? He didn't know why the man had such fear though, and he never found himself in the position nor found the right time to ever ask about it. Maybe the time would come.

Followed by his joke (which Edgeworth didn't honestly react to it), the Chief could notice his body was starting to calm down. Quite slowly, honestly, but he was now able to at least listen and understand what others were saying to him. It distracted him from those horrible thoughts, fearsome memories of that terrible day. The burgundy one listened to his story, and yes, he knew Phoenix had a daughter. How could he ever forget little Trucy? Edgeworth was aware this Phoenix was different from the one from his time, and it was possible he didn't know the Prosecutor actually went to the other's daughter's shows whenever he had free time.

Those thoughts, now flooding his mind, helped him to forget his bad memories and relax. His body wasn't shaking anymore, and the tears had stopped. Although Miles was still in the same position, it was obvious his body was now way more relaxed. As Wright spoke, the older could honestly related to what he said. Whenever an earthquake happened, Edgeworth thought the world would end, along with himself. It was almost like he was back in the day of the incident, but instead of his father being the victim, it would be none other than his son, Miles. There were times though, that he felt like his father was only going to die over and over and over whenever an earthquake took place. It was horrible.

Tears once again started streaming down his face, but way slower than previously. The cause was simply because Miles Edgeworth missed his father greatly. Those earthquakes always reminded him of the horrible accident which took place twenty-five years ago, of the last moments of his father. But now, he cried because he remembered the good times he spent with the man. The trials he watched, the gifts he got from the man (although his father wasn't the best one with presents, he should mention), the time they spent together. He missed them. Edgeworth had lost the most important person for him at a really young age, right before his eyes.

And right now, for a man who barely showed his true feelings to anyone, he simply needed to cry all those feelings out for the person he trusted the most in that city.

case oo4: ne me quitte pas ▸▸ closed

Phoenix was a bit thrown back by Miles’s choice to ignore him, but he understood how the other felt. In the time of fear, one would block out his mind and focus on the thing he was scared of. The brunet had felt this way too, when travelling across a bridge or going up in a Ferris Wheel. He only could think about all the things associated with his fear—falling out of the Ferris Wheel’s cart, falling through a plank in the bridge, or something going completely wrong. Who could help themselves? It was a fear, after all!

After taking a thought on what to do, Phoenix saw the crystal clear line of the fact that he had no authority. He hadn’t ever experienced seeing Miles in an earthquake, so what was he to do? The prosecution seemed frightened but he, rendered useless, couldn’t help! He didn’t want to leave…because he was the man’s friend. Friends stood side by side when they needed each other. Phoenix had to be there when Miles fell, right? …He had to stay.

“I’m scared of things too, Edgeworth," blurted out Phoenix. He scooted closer to the curled up prosecutor and put a hand on his back. "I’m afraid of heights, y’know…? They’re scary, even for me…as a 33 year old. We’re all afraid of something, even if it’s something as silly as old ladies like Oldbag.”

The younger managed to muster a little laugh at his teasing. He could only comfort the man with his words, for he didn’t know what he could do better. He had saved lives with his words, why not comfort someone with them?

“I remember a time I went onto a Ferris Wheel at Gatewater Land…with Trucy, of course. Did you know I have a daughter? I figure you do, even though we barely talked back at home and all…" He was sorry for that. Sorry for leaving Miles alone. He remembered all those earthquakes during that seven year period. Phoenix thought of Edgeworth during those times, but it never really crossed his mind that he’d act like this.

The brunet snickered as he continued his tale. “She made me go on, even though I was afraid of heights. How could I stop her? She’s my special magician after all. But…in the end, my face was green as moss. I thought I was going to die." He nudged Edgeworth one more time. "Do you feel that way…?”

(Good job, Wright…! You probably made it worse!)

“…You don’t need to worry though, Edgeworth. I’m here for you, and I won’t leave you until you feel better, okay?”

#THROWS A CRYING EDGEY AT YOU #u take care of him #ploratioi #case oo4: wright

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Edgeworth ignored him. No, it would be even more correct to say that he didn't even listen to him. It was fear what prevented him of calming down. Fear of his past, of the 28th of December, of the voices he heard, the things he witnessed, of the fifteen years of nothing but the same nightmare.

He would be fine, sooner or later. It's ok, he has been through the same countless times -- and most of them, there wasn't a single person to comfort him. It wasn't bad, at least no one saw him in that shameful state. A grown up man, crying and sobbing on the floor, is there something more embarrassing?

Nothing was said by the frightened one. If he attempted to say something, his voice would certainly leave him. The earthquake might have stopped, but the shock had been too intense. His body was still shaking and his face incredibly wet.

But in truth, he did want to say something. Maybe "it's okay, I'll be fine in some minutes", "you don't need to worry about me" or even "please leave me alone". Edgeworth was used to dealing with his phobia by himself whenever Gumshoe wasn't around. It was a bit of a bother to have to detective over whenever an earthquake happened, but he had been of big help.

This time, who was by his side was Wright, and as far as he could remember, he has never been with him when an earthquake happened.

No, maybe there was one time, back when they were both twenty-four and Miles was suspect of murder. He was in detention though, and there was no way Wright could have helped him -- and more, he didn't even know about his fear of earthquakes that time.

It would be just the same now, wouldn't it? He would simply get up and leave, and let Edgeworth calm down by himself.

case oo4: ne me quitte pas ▸▸ closed

“Haha, I guess you’re Wright again Edgeworth. I suppose I’ve lost my knack for bein’ quick. But that might just be because I’m getting old." Are you sure, Wright? You weren’t exactly the smartest guy in the bunch from the beginning. 

They were no longer rivals—even though the air felt like they were. Phoenix and Miles ceased to share similar occupations in the business world. Instead, Wright seemed more of an assistant to the older man than an enemy. He now made his lunches, shined his shoes to perfection, and even slept on the same mattress as he did.

The brunet found comfort in doing these chores—regardless if for ex-rival or not. He discovered new things about Edgeworth, like how he wanted his eggs done or how he wanted his “cravats” folded. It was hard folding those things, but it felt nice to make the other happy. It was almost lethal whenever the silver suffered…because since he too, now shared the responsibilities. He didn’t see himself in a relationship with the man because he didn’t go in that direction. Even though bearing some of Miles’s weight, Phoenix didn’t really think about it—because duh…he didn’t see him that way! But if they were to match together, they’d look like a normal, wedded couple.

So when the earthquake came and went, he kind of knew what to expect. The ex-attorney remembered the DL-6 case and how that lead to Edgeworth’s fear of such rumbling in the ground. It was only normal thought Phoenix. After all, your father being murdered in the room that you were in wasn’t exactly helpful to future thoughts.

“Hey…Edgeworth?" Said the man after the earthquake passed. He took a glance at the study desk they had, that was not much use for Phoenix, but saw nobody. Where did the other go? 

He found his answer when he loomed over the bed.

“uh. Edgeworth? Are you okay?" Phoenix wanted to put his hand onto the other’s back…but he didn’t feel like he had the right. "The earthquake has passed y’know…you can get up, if you want to I mean…" The man got off the bed and crouched besides the curled up elder.

What was he supposed to do? Hold him tightly?

He didn’t have the right.

#ploratioi #case oo4: wright #THE POOR BABY NEEDS HELP #someone call gumshoe

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What are you passionate about? Games and fictional characters. Zebra or leopard print? Neither. Do you have any fears? Frogs. Top three places to visit: Canada, Germany and England. First career you wanted as a child: Actor. What’s your sign? Scorpio. Future names of your children: I don't want children. What are you listening to right now? Game of Thrones season 3 episode 10 hahahaha. Do you believe in fate/destiny? Eh. What are your career goals? I don't know man. What is your favorite color? Red. What is your favorite flower? I don't like flowers that much. What was the first concert/show you attended? Paramore, like three years ago. Something you are working on right now: I have geography work to do and I'm already in the call to do it but I'm too busy waiting for the first episode of the fourth season of Game of Thrones. Have you ever had a near-death experience? No. Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? I'm definitely a procrastinator. TV Shows you watch regularly: Game of Thrones, Doctor Who and I'm trying to catch up on Hannibal. Last movie you watched? Phoenix Wright movie.

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Character Stats Framework

Hello~ I made this to keep my characters organized, and I thought of publishing this empty form for anyone interested. Feel free to add/remove anything to fit your needs.

Full Name: Miles Edgeworth

Nickname(s): Edgey, Edgey-Poo, Edgey-Wedgey-Poo, Worthy, Edgey-boy, Ruffles man, Smarty-Pants Prosecutor, Pretty Boy, Fancy boy, Daddy

Title: Demon Prosecutor, Chief Prosecutor

Age: 34

Birthday: ???? ??th, 1992

Species: Human

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/his/him.

Romantic Orientation: Shit happens

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Religion: Atheist.

Occupation: Chief Prosecutor

Status: Alive.

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Face Claim: Miles Edgeworth

Relationships

Birth Order: Only child.

Parents: Unnamed mother, Gregory Edgeworth

Siblings: None.

Family: Manfred von Karma (adoptive father, deceased), Franziska von Karma (adoptive young sister).

Significant Other(s): None (yet).

Children: None.

Closest Friends: Wright, Gumshoe, Larry(?)

Rivals: Wright and Shi-Long Lang

Enemies: No one thankfully.

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Grey

Hair Color(s): Grey

Height: 5’8”; 178 cm

Weight: Unknown

Body Build: I'll never be good enough to describe his body type so here's an official art of Edgeworth shirtless.

Notable Physical Traits: His cravats, man.

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Earthquakes and elevators.

Disease(s): —

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Serious.

Moral Alignment: Lawful good?

Jung: —

Enneagram: —

Four Temperaments: —

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Five Prominent Traits: Serious, logical, sometimes awkward, prideful and sometimes cold.

Misc

Skills: --

Hobbies: Playing chess, watching the Steel Samurai, is drinking tea even a hobby

Animal: A dog named Pesu (back in LA)

Plant: --

Anything else you want to add: --

Stats

Compassion: 7/10

Empathy: 5/10

Creativity: 7/10

Mental Flexibility: 9/10

Passion/Motivation: 7/10

Education: 10/10

Stamina: 7/10

Physical Strength: 5/10

Battle Skill: 3/10 (maybe Manfred taught him something man)

Initiative: 8/10

Restraint: 9/10

Agility: 6/10

Strategy: 7/10

Teamwork: 5/10 (with the police at least)

#the stats were so hard it all depends on many things #chief: