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does anyone besides me ever get preoccupied with how mind chess and the magatama kind of serve as yet more wrightworth character foil ammunition?

like, mind chess on its face appears to be exactly what it is: treating people like a strategy game, getting to the truth not via warmth but via logic. of course it's miles edgeworth, who the papers used to label inhuman, doing this, right? except when you look at it for more than two fucking seconds you realize that there is so much actual heart in the correct paths to the truth that it's almost insane. the games punish you for being needlessly cruel and playing to demon prosecutor stereotype. miles isn't callously treating people like pawns--he's using the chess framework to make the erratic nature of humanity a little less baffling.

meanwhile phoenix wright is fully out here supernaturally intimidating people. i love him and i love the magatama as a mechanic but every indication seems to point to "breaking a lock = causing some form and degree of psychic distress." yeah there's catharsis in the mix too but even so, it can only happen after a relentless onslaught of damning evidence. phoenix is complicated and full of bitchy depths but it's a core trait that he cares deeply about the people around him, and about humanity as a whole, and people see that commitment to defending the good from--sorry--a mile away. so you'd think he'd be the one with an investigative mechanic that leaves so much room for delicately picking people apart.

(sure, phoenix isn't a chess guy, but maybe that art school background could have come in clutch? except trying to imagine that just doesn't work, because the magatama is also a big, bright indicator of his bond with the feys. and there's something else to be made, i think, of miles' chess set as a commonly-known and relatively impersonal iconography versus the magatama's deeply personal and relatively obscure symbolic meaning.)

idk it just makes me want to gnaw the drywall a little bit.

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Ok but lucanis at his core is a man who doesn’t give up, crows don’t abandon contracts even when they’re for ancient gods, so what if the reason spite is more of a nuisance than a hindrance and even helps lucanis is that he’s no longer being denied his purpose as a spirit of determination since lucanis is using spites power to fuel his own determination?

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Random textposts I hadn't posted :]

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Petition to bring back the boop function next year for the ides of March where instead of a paw on the screen it’s a little knife that Caesar gets stabbed with

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One of the funniest things about merlin fanfic is when they write magical fight scenes and its so fucking difficult to do because merlin doesn't fight in a normal way.

Like with other fandoms there's like a technique. Like there are spells to cast, techniques to use, difficulties and simple approaches. But merlin doesn't subscribe to any of that.

Like this is basically a god with the skill of a toddler.

He just tanks shit.

He doesn't even know that many spells. Like his opponents are doing all this magical techniques and hand-wavey stuff and he just... stands there. Like maybe he stumbles back sometimes, but most of the time he just takes it.

Like his opponents will be doing the magical equivalent of tornado kicks, flips, and somersaults and then he gets like a papercut. Then he lopsidedly punches with the worst form ever seen and his opponent gets flung back 200m.

He's the singular most annoying person to ever have to fight, cause you're out here pulling out your best moves, then he flicks you on the forehead and you die.

EDIT: IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR YOU OWE ME A BOOP. BY LAW. I EARNED IT.

EDIT2: You may comment the word instead, however it is no longer legally required.

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okay so everyone complaining that rook isn’t there in lucanis’ quest ‘inner demons’…

spite *literally* spells it out.

‘there’s nobody there.’

‘of course not. rook can’t be there.’

‘me? why?’

‘you don’t close doors. you open them.’

you *can’t* be one of the people holding him closed off. you’re the one opening him up.

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Average family night at Villa Dellamorte

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omg I just got the dialogue people have been complaining about where Lucanis says ‘I’ve never killed an innocent’ but the second part of his sentence is ‘BY MY COUNT’ and ‘I’m not sure if yours would agree’ like come on people he’s saying no one is innocent by his count he’s an assassin of course he doesn’t say I only kill bad people lol he says ‘my interpretation of your question as an assassin will not be the same as yours’

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As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask

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bellara being neve's #1 fan is so stinkin cute

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Spite is the first one to know when a Warden Rooks calling is coming. He can smell it in their blood. Spite begins throwing tantrum after tantrum and neither Rook nor Lucanis can calm him down until it finally begins to creep up on Rook.

"FIX THEM Lucanis. They smell WRONG. FIX THEM."

Spite doesn't understand when Rook dissappears, again, and there is no words of hope that come from Lucanis this time.

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miles edgeworth who—when flustered—wears his embarrassment like he wears his suit: bright red, color blooming on his cheeks, because even if his words are sharper than most, he’s sincere and honest. having shed the darkness that lingered over him for the greater part of his youth, he’s straightforward with his intentions and unafraid to show himself to the world

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phoenix wright, whose face has assumed many a mask after people he trusted betrayed him time and time again. the flush that comes over his features is quiet and soft; hidden, as if he’d been tamping his embarrassment down only for it to bubble over, spilling out just enough for a light pink to color his complexion. he is an artist at heart and a skilled performer; for a long time, he didn’t know if his act would ever end. he’s used to drawing the curtain over his thoughts, so when he can’t immediately seize control of his expression, you have to wonder what (or who) could lure it out of him

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The sweetest married couple in all of Thedas

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really stupid joke