sometimes I think about Edgeworth keeping a steel samurai fig in his office and I get a little bonkers about it. this is the guy raised to be Perfect, who doesn’t even wear a prosecutors badge because it would look less sophisticated, who wears the same neckwear as his mentor so as to uphold a cohesive image for the family.
and while I think part of it is due to his stubbornness (Oldbag delivered the gift to his office and carrying it out would show that it bothers him or that he cares), I think the more interesting part is that it shows some level of growth, fledgling as it is. his office is the heart of his professional life, and suddenly he’s allowed sentimentality that has nothing to do with his career to have a place in there. immediately behind his desk, no less—one of the first things one might see when they walk in.
and once you notice that, it’s clear that Edgeworth’s stuffy formal office is full of sentimentality; he’s just usually better at disguising it as professionalism. the first examples that come to mind are the framed bratworth suit and his custom chess board. the steel samurai fig, though, is one of the first things in there that he can’t justify as a trophy of his career or an activity that stimulates the mind. it’s just something he likes, and he allows it to live in his heart.
I need to get crazier about my OCs augh. Have I ever brought up Master Mason
Master Mason is the accompanying character to my sona, Myrie. He’s a necromancer who lives in a tower and is teaching Myrie in the arts and complexities of magic and dealing with mystical creatures. He practically raised her too.
Here is a list of… some of the things he’s done:
-Found a poor, freezing, starving orphan on the streets (Myrie) and immediately thought, “Boy, I want to teach her to raise the dead!” So he scoops her up, threw her over his shoulder, and RAN.
-Claims he has werewolves as personal guards, and if they don’t come to his aid, an undead horde to protect him. Neither of those seem to actually exist.
-Carries around still-burning pipes in his pockets and occasionally takes them out to smoke in the middle of a quest. Yes he will put them back in the pocket without putting them out.
-Refuses to specify whether “Master” is a title he goes by (since he’s also known as “the Tower Master”) or if “Master Mason” is actually his name.
-He’s definitely inhuman but he also refuses to answer what exactly he is. Master Mason doesn’t fit any existing mythical creature and just seems to be his own guy.
-He also refuses to answer how old he is or how many students he’s had before Myrie. The latter seems like a personal subject.
-Often sends Myrie on quests with no point (making her go on a dangerous trip to collect a highly specific flower in a vast field in that same flower only for him to eat it when she brings it back; making her risk her life to kill a monster while he sits back and catches up on his reading; has her conjure up spirits chained by suffering so they can get directions through the town; etc.)
from the moment i saw this art when it came out….. i never forgot. i remember where i was. it was the best day of my life behind the day the shirtless levi episode aired. it would be BLASPHEMY to not think about levi in a turtle neck with the rolled up sleeves at least once every day.
I’m watching jury duty and it’s so funny but they never could have picked me as the mark because I’d be more excited about seeing Kirk Fox than James Marsden
my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”