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Super hero setting rambling,Jesse Winchester: Child of the GUN
alright since I've got a tumbler I may as well use it and talk about a character of the super hero setting I'm writing.
In their civilian ID Jesse is a girl who doesn't bring much attention to themselves, always wearing baggy clothes and jackets the most striking thing about them is the deep blue colored tips of their hair, formerly that was a stylistic choice but after they catalyzed they eventually realized the dye wasn't coming out no matter how thoroughly they washed and it occasionally seemed to glow in the dark (less like a glow stick and more like one of those cheap glow in the dark toys).
Personality wise their a bit of a pessimist that's grown out of the doomerism that pervaded their life when they were younger now instead of listening to crappy emo music and disrespecting their teachers for being symbols of authority they listen to (but will never admit) Nightcore and snark at authority figures when they're doing their job badly. Considering they go to a school who's students body are there by thanks of 60% blatant nepotism and 90% obvious bribery they often have whole lot of snarking to do to their teachers.
They catalyzed after the schools janitor sold their soul to a demon in exchange for the school becoming the staging ground for some kinda fucked up school shooter battle Royale where despite the name and the fact their father was an ardent gun nut they never learned to shoot a gun, something they only regretted once their school was flooded with violent lunatics coming from both within and without.
The situation was only barely stopped from becoming a bloody massacre rather then merely a destructive tragedy because they had the bright idea to to take the elevator the roof and shoot one of the emergency flares rather then try to evacuate down the stairs like all their class mates were doing. It was only a few weeks later when they woke up one day holding a fancily detailed and blue rather then red colored flare gun in their hands had they realized they catalyzed.
Now to talk about their super hero identity that being the gun wielding vigilante, Winchester (yes their super hero name and last name are the same). Being rather new to the game they're pretty unskilled not knowing the ins and outs of vigilante work and rely on natural aptitude for using their power to aim rather then being a trained marksmen.
Their primary power can be boiled down to two parts the first of those being the ability to summon a phantasmal gun usually something that looks like a mix of stylized musket and WW2 era rifle that would assuredly cause any gun nut that might see it to froth at the mouth from the sight of it but they can use any make and model of gun, even ones that can only be loosely described as a gun such as flare guns or air soft guns. These summoned guns have infinite ammo and by default don't have to deal with recoil.
The second part of that power is the most interesting it allows them to siphon power from nearby Catalysts and use them to create magic bullets that contain their power, this isn't quite flat power copying as magic bullets have to adhere to the mold of "Projectile that has effect on hit and is fired from the gun" usually when the power is left to automate this process it tends to take the path of least resistance ranged beams are fired from the gun, touch attacks are shoved into a bullet and trigger on hit when they get their hands on weirder powers it's forced to attempt a different plan such as causing informant type powers to try and overload someone with information or area of effect powers to trigger where they hit.
These aren't necessarily what the power *has* to be but simply what it tends to default too when automated.
#Children of the gun#modern setting#worldbuilding#gunslinger#superhero#Superheroes#ramblings#please ask me about them#it's enrichment
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Early design for Calamity. This was back when I was testing out coloring styles. The combination of monochromatic with high contrast really grabbed me.
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Some Panels I like form Children of the Gun
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Prompt 74
When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred.
Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling.
Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home.
And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#clockworth#Clockwork is taking care of the GIW#they crossed the line when they took his kids#fuck the observants telling him not interfere- he's going to channel some Kronos and eat some people#hey if they want a mindless and dangerous ghost they can deal with the one behind tales of a world serpent#Alfred is honestly pleased to hear from his partner and to meet their children#Reminds him of when he first met Clockwork and they took down a government branch#lovely times#would do the date again#Danny is in awe about food that doesn't fight back and tastes good#Alfred is also great! He teaches him proper gun safety and makes sure he gets a proper amount of sleep and its great#honestly he can't wait for Ellie to get to this world but she really wanted to finish exploring the mariana trench first#And Jordan is apparently helping Clockpa with something for the last bit of his probation#Jazz is just happy for him but sad she couldn't come#but she has college that she worked really hard for so he gets it#the batfam are so confused and concerned
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Family Trip
Danny loved her, like a sister, a daughter or something in between, but Ellie was happy as long as he was there to take care of her. She felt protected but couldn't stay forever.
She had already explored the whole world, and as interesting as the Infinite Realms seemed in reality they didn't interest her that much. Ellie was sure she needed to go further, but she didn't know how to let Danny know. So she simply told him straight out, that the universe they were in was no longer enough for her.
Danny accepted it, and told her that there were many other universes that she could explore, he told her that Clockwork had told him about some of them. Ellie was excited, she could travel more, but for the first time she hesitated, and realized that she didn't want to travel alone.
She asked Danny if he wanted to travel with her and he gave her the flattest look in existence.
"Obviously I'm going to travel with you" he said. And that was that. No discussion, no questions asked.
They both packed a couple of backpacks as if they were going hiking and asked Clockwork. He just tossed them Dan's thermos before offering them a method of travel. Danny frowned but opened the thermos anyway and dragged Dan with them as he yelled about injustices and upset families.
They ended up in Gotham, in front of a man with a helmet and a guy dressed as a stoplight. Danny waved and asked them for a chat (he probably wanted to ask for directions) while Dan sulked in the back. Ellie looked at the architecture curiously.
Unfortunately for Danny, the stoplight guy pulled out a sword and the helmet guy pulled out a gun. They both looked tense as they looked between the three of them. Danny frowned (his green eyes glinting with annoyance) before nodding towards Ellie and Dan and disappearing.
Thus began their vacation in a world where everyone wanted to shoot them; Danny felt at home, Dan wanted to steal an exotic candy called crypto-something and Ellie was happy to explore.
Their family trip had officially begun.
#dpxdc#immortal danny#Danny has wanted a vacation for a while#Another universe was the perfect choice#Ellie is happy not to travel alone for once#Dan doesn't want to be there#Technically he is reformed but sometimes he has fits of anger and they lock him up as punishment#He doesn't care too much about it#they let him out after he calmed down#But he did not want to participate in the trip#dp x dc#dc x dp#Jason and Damian only saw three floating non-humans with lazarus eyes so they panicked#Dan is definitely going to steal kryptonite just because it looks interesting#and delicious#Danny sees the trip as a family trip and is willing to see all the good places#although he is going to avoid rude people who keep pointing guns at him#Clockwork sent them to the DC dimension on purpose#he hates them for destroying themselves so much and he knows that his pseudo-children are going to give them a headache.
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The Revenant Wife
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of grief and death.
Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband.
Word count: 1.6k
Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk <3
Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories @thesadvampire @joel-mlller @softanon @max--phillips @captainsamwlsn @hooplahoopla @moondirti
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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife.
Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all.
She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more.
“You’re married?”
She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters.
“I was.”
There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps-
“What was she like?”
But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings.
“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile.
Damn this girl.
“Not even from you?”
Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away.
“Did she cook?”
Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning.
Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise.
“From time to time.”
There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with.
Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved. Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both.
In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work.
But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to.
Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family.
Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father.
Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends.
When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights.
You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.
You’re mean.
No. Mean isn’t the right word.
Cold. Yes. you're very cold.
Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak.
She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do.
You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face.
You’re also very pretty.
“I won’t ask again.”
The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them.
She wonders if Sarah had brothers.
“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.”
Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air.
“That true?”
“What?”
“Is he telling the truth?”
The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you.
But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene.
And she understands.
“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out.
You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie.
But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder.
“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit.
She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward.
“You know this psycho?”
Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react.
Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why.
“She’s my wife.”
You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them.
Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation.
But this one is real. It’s yours.
There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”
Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her.
“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-”
Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-”
“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.”
You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him.
But at your order, he sits back in his chair.
You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder.
At least. She thinks he’s your son.
Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods.
“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.”
They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement.
“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”
#revenant wife tag#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute#mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense#joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm#joel miller x female reader#@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better#tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING#not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you#and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid
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fifth-absorbs-the-ninth!au from abigail's perspective as she slowly realises that a) the ninth is being run by half a dozen pensioners and a traumatised preteen; b) the only other preteen on the planet is apparently both their indentured servant (bad) and the first preteen's emotional support chew toy (bad??); c) the cavalier primary is a great poet and a terrible cavalier (sidenote: abigail would fucking LOVE ortus did you sEE her husband??!?!); d) this place is haunted as FUCK including by a vengeful milf; and e) these children need a parent ASAP
cut to abi and magnus trying to surreptitiously adopt the two most feral children they've ever seen without spooking them and also ortus
#abigail: damn bitch you live like this#(to magnus): we have three children now and yes one of them is a grown man in his twenties#abigail comes back to the fifth like: *cocks gun* pluto's haunted#jeanne + isaac are like 8ish and abigail takes them with her on a visit to the 9th bc she thinks harrow + gideon would like company#both of them immediately: what the FUCK is that#HARROW HAS NEVER MET ANYONE YOUNGER THAN HER#that would FUCK YOU UP#abigail pent#magnus quinn#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#ortus nigenad#awake remembrance of these valiant dead#tlt fanfic#the locked tomb#tlt#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#gtn#commander wake#tlt au#griddlehark#fifth absorbs the ninth!au
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(Not sure if this has been done yet, I apologize if I’m stealing)
Maverick: I just realized something, I had a bad childhood.
Goose (not looking up from his book): Yeah I know.
Iceman: What do you mean, you know?
Goose: Look at you!
Slider (looking at himself and the others up and down): What do you mean, look at us?
Goose: Look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don’t stand like that.
Everyone: …
Maverick: Like sluts?
Goose: NO-
#iceman top gun#top gun#top gun maverick#slider top gun#goose top gun#pete maverick mitchell#icemav#slider#incorrect quotes#they were abused children
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I feel like I am going to be having random WoT Finale thoughts for the next six months, but one I especially want to hit up now:
The actual logistics of the Whitecloak attack on Falme, from the military tactics to the geo politics of it all are so perfectly on point that it's like something Jordan would have written himself.
In the books the Whitecloaks are on Tomon Head for unrelated reasons to the Seanchan (ones that would be hard to establish properly in a tv format where we don't have the time to follow Bornhold Sr for six odd scenes), so the show runners shifted it so that they are explicitly answering a call for aid from a foreign throne. The Whitecloaks are a autonomous military body beholden to no nation that operates with pseudo-legality in most places that are not under their influence, and the idea of expanding that influence to another nation is far to tempting to resist, especially when no other power is answering the Falme's call for aid, including the White Tower, who are the Whitecloak's primary rival. On principles it seems like they are stepping up to help a victimized nation that the 'witches' have abandoned, or even orchestrated the fall of.
And then on a practical level, the actual tactics they employ are fiendishly clever. Using incense burners to create a fog to hide their approach and blunt the effectiveness of the enemy channelers (who need to be able to see something to target their weaves). This also makes sense on a world building level- the Whitecloaks probably have a dozen tactics in their back pockets to deal with an outright war against the Aes Sedai if it ever breaks out. Then once the Whitecloaks close up to the walls, they send in their cavalry first, to overwhelm enemy defenses before they can get the gates shut, then send in the infantry to secure and pacify the remaining resistance not taken out by the shock charge. At this point the Seanchan have to focus their fighting to the streets of Falme, and the best way to do that is to gather their damane on the nearby tower and rain down artillery fire in an attempt to break the Whitecloaks into retreat- a brutal strategy likely to result in the deaths of their own troops and civilians, but necessary if they are going to have any hope of holding the city.
And then is where things get INSANE. See, conventional medieval military wisdom dictates that in a situation where the gates are breached already siege engines have no use. Their too clumsy, taking to much time to aim and fire to be much use in a melee brawl like this. Siege engines are useful for breaking fortifications, toppling walls, etc, so if used offensively almost always come out first. That means that no one is expecting them to roll out of that fog and hurl stones at the damane's position. In one strike Bornhold Senior decapitates the enemy's primary advantage over him and tilts the battle in his favor. (And even if the damane had managed to counter the strike, they would be weakened significantly, having to focus on blocking further attacks and counter attacking the siege engines- not easy with the fog- instead of keeping the fighting in the streets under control).
This might be one of those things that only I care about, but good employment of medieval military tactics combined with magical fantasy elements always makes me go
#WoT#Wheel of Time#WoT On Prime#Wheel of Time on Prime#Geofram Bornhald#Dain Bornhold#WoT s2 e8#Emond Valda#This is the kind of shit Jordan would have done and it makes me go BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#Geofram Bornhold out here gunning for Great Captain status#Seanchan#Wot Musing#Wot Meta#Wheel of Time meta#Children of the Light#Whitecloaks
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#mass shootings#school shootings#the nra is a terrorist organization#assault weapons ban#2nd amendment assholes#gun lobby bribes#nra bribes#gun control#gun violence#republican assholes#traitor trump#crooked donald#republican party#corporate greed#Republican greed#never trump#greed before children
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The double whammy of Dan doing shamelessly horny and slutty stuff while Phil says the most outrageous shit with a straight face sitting beside him - yeah I can feel the Christmas cheer
#dan and phil said 'there's no longer children watching get out the big guns'#dnp#dan and phil#dnpgames#dan howell#dan and phil games#phil lester
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More Dailies. This time Featuring the COTG and the many things that are wrong with them.
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Headcanon:
After the suicide mission and they all come back home safely and Bradley has made up with his dads, Maverick and Ice decide to renew their vows, because they've never had a close call such as this.
As a joke - but not really - Ice asks Maverick if there's anyone he could go to ask permission to marry him, even if he already went to Goose and Carole's graves to ask that very question when DADT was first repealed.
From where they're sitting on their couch, limbs intertwined and faces mere inches from each other, Maverick pulls away enough so that their noses brush and says, in all seriousness;
"Well, why don't we ask..."
"The kids?" they finish together.
It's all the approval they need.
#top gun#icemav#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#totally not based on the sound of music#when georg and maria both agree to ask the children for permission to marry#mavdad#icepops#dagger squad
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Prompt 101
The Fentons have created a machine! A wonderful machine that will reveal a ghost’s true form! So that everyone will see their trickery! They’ll see that the monsters they really are!
Now, to know what all went wrong, one would have to know some things about the ghost zone, and more specifically the area the Fentons had managed to punch through to.
For one, ghosts do not age like humans. Oh they might take a form similar to that of their death, which may appear as an adult or teen or something similar, but with how they can only die by the complete destruction of their core, theoretically a ghost could live forever once formed.
In fact, the equivalent of eighteen years for a ghost was one-hundred realms-years dead. And those years don’t always sync up with the years of the living world that one might open a door into. Thankfully, the Fenton’s world, being one of those synced closer to the Realms, only had a time dilation of a few seconds.
That being said, the area their portal had ripped into was incredibly rich in ectoplasm. And areas like that, were where newborn ghosts were formed and arrived. A ghost daycare of sorts, almost akin to a toddler area of the zone.
Which meant that when they shoot the Phantom-menace and other pesky ghosts to revert them into their true form, it isn’t exactly monsters that appear. Instead, there are now several ghost toddlers- or in the phantom-trio’s case literal babies- flying around. Very unhappy ghost toddlers.
What a horrible time for the Justice League to arrive. Though perhaps some would say it was actually perfect timing.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#all the rogues are bby#Danny is also bby#Justice League: Oh my god are these alien children why are there so many#Justice League: WHY ARE PEOPLE SHOOTING AT THE BABIES#Justice League dark is going to be freaking out#What do you Mean the government is hunting baby Realms beings?!#Do you *want* to piss off primordial beings holding worlds together because that'd do it!#Danny: *BitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYou*#Toddler Box ghost & Lunch lady: W-what if we... held hands a-and shared a sandwich-#TT about Skulker: THE BABY HAS A GUN- OVER!#“What?!”#TT: I will give you this lolipop for that gun#TT as Skulker cocks the gun: Or not this is a robbery now#Technus: I AM DA MASTER OF TECH-MOLOGY!#JL who just hear toddler baby babble: Aw Cyborg he likes you
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it literally does get better when you get to move out and have your own life and it might be a lot different than you thought it would be but you get to play laser tag with your coworkers and that can be enough
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