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ride-a-dromedary · 5 months
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Something something if they were to add more content to Halsin in Act 3, all they really need to do is lean even heavier into the recently re-awoken with a vengeance humanitarian angle. I'm not talking dabbling in Shadow Druid extremist ideology, I'm talking like pain and sympathy and exasperation induced rebellion within the extent of what he is able to do.
I genuinely want there to be times (that the narrator acknowledges, if you want to be immersive) that Halsin just...disappears from camp. Where's he gone? You can look for him.
And when you find him he's just in town...doing things. He's emptying his already limited pockets of coin. He's brought Yenna to the park so she can play. He's feeding the homeless. He's doing the best he can to heal people and doling out fever and pain medication he's made like a backwoods pharmacist. He's resetting work animals' limbs in place so they don't need to be put down. He's helping that one dragonborn druid with his tree. He's hauling carts that refugees have taken with them that have their entire lives packed under tarp. He's doing dozens and dozens of small things that perhaps don't seem like they're much in the grand scheme, but it's something.
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mewtwo24 · 4 months
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Okay but like. Two things about the volume 8 statue [redacted] chapter.
Firstly. By god no amount of "yeah it was unhinged" comments on this website prepared me for whatever the fuck that was. I need at least 5 business days to process.
Second, was I the only one who read that scene as:
Hua Cheng, teeming with self-satisfaction to see Mu Qing near writhing with scorned disgust and fury: this was a 100% successful trip
Xie Lian: our statues are fucking in Mu Qing's palace oh god oh fuck what do you m e a n successful
Hua Cheng, smirk getting even bigger: this was a 100% successful trip
#tgcf#volume 8 spoilers#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#mu qing#hua cheng really out here like 'it's called christening the heavens with our love which is more than you lot deserve.'#nothing could have prepared me for how that scene played out#hua cheng how does it feel to win every single day of your deceased life#mf thought he was going to be humiliated in front of his lifelong crush/sworn love#only to instead watch one of his love rivals tangentially humiliated by XL's (hualian POST-COITAL) overwhelming spiritual power no less#I have never witnessed a bigger W in my life holy shit the way that boomeranged#I just can't get over how funnily hc's built I swear to god it ends me every time#mfer was born and literally nobody liked that. baby boy suffers for most of his life#fast forward to ghost hc. master of cataclysmic power and protecting his loving failwife (who is basically full of aged weird girl energy)#said weird girl energy being hc's salvation because xl saw him feral and unhinged and legit went 'i like him i'll let him tear up the couch#for 800 y e a r s hc pined and nourished his love--waiting for his opportunity#thusly leaving every single one of his competitors for xl's attention in the dust (not that they were much to write home about)#hc is like the definition of 'bide your time and fucking destroy'#i don't care what anyone says he's legitimately one of the coolest characters i've ever seen#i also can't get over hua cheng straight up being like 'xl in distress? we all know who this is a job for. M E' **builds hc statue**#without an ounce of hesitation#the way i love this mfer he's so sweet and so funny at the same time nobody doing it like him#i also love mxtx's passion for the dynamic of “GET RID OF HIM HE'S A MENACE” “no he just needs enrichment let him be"#why bingqiu and hualian will live forever in my heart
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chr0n1c-ag0ny · 6 months
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Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.
kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.
Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.
their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.
when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.
when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.
they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.
its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.
but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.
His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.
Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.
"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.
his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.
he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.
when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.
"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."
Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.
Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.
Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.
he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.
but tonight's different, so different.
Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.
when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.
he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.
Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.
"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.
"I missed you too,"
there's a moment of silence.
"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.
"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.
Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.
but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.
his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.
but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.
Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.
"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"
"yes, Dazai?"
"don't go."
"I won't."
"promise?"
"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."
he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"
Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.
"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."
there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.
"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.
there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.
he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.
"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).
it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?
his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).
he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.
he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.
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lauretta & carlo before marriage. to me
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doctorbrown · 3 months
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Hey! Rewatching animated series made me realise that Jules might be a papa's boy. What do you think? Any hcs of them??? I genuenly love reading your posts!
Hi!! First off aaaa thank you for popping by and the interactions and questions and liking my stuff—I appreciate it immensely and I'm honoured to hear you enjoy reading my stuff!
Second, okay—I've got lots of headcanons about the boys and I will definitely share some. I adore them immensely and I love how much of their parents you can see passed down to them while they're still doing their own thing.
To start, Jules is absolutely a papa's boy. He's his father's son, there's no question about it, and Doc is one of his greatest role models. While Verne absolutely loves his father and enjoys getting involved in Doc's projects when he can and wants his attention and love too (Doc loves his boys equally, of course, avoiding any shows of favouritism), he's very much a mama's boy. Verne is Clara's son through-and-through and you see that so much in their curiosity, their quick, sometimes snappish wit, and their hot temper. Clara would be the first out of them to engage in a confrontation, as would Verne.
However, one of the big exceptions is when some of the other kids are talking shit and saying nasty things about Doc, Clara, or one of the boys; both of them will jump in a heartbeat to defend their family—and it really annoys them because there are so many great and amazing things their father has done in the field of science that the world will never know about because they're related to the big family secret. They only wish they could rub it in the faces of their classmates so they'll stop calling their family weird and crazy and all manner of other things.
Jules feels it a little more intensely than Verne, because of the two brothers, Jules is the first one to be likened to his father and that doesn't spare him any mockery from his peers.
Both of Doc's sons are exceptionally brilliant, far beyond the level of their peers—the apple doesn't fall far from the tree—but Jules, like Doc, leans much more into the intellectual aspects of life over the emotional (unlike Verne, who lives guided/influenced more by his heart) and is often flaunting his intelligence even when he doesn't mean to. He enjoys learning and will lose himself in whatever new topic he's studying or project he's working on. Like Doc, Jules is on the path to fast-track his life.
However, unlike his father (and even Verne), Jules doesn't have quite the same level of self-confidence for himself that gets him to be more loud and boisterous. His temperament is also much more like Clara's, as Jules isn't as obvious with his feelings, nor is he extremely quick to share them. He's far more cool-headed and relaxed than Doc or Verne. Jules also cares far more about what people think of him, his family, and places a very high value on his intellect, fearing that he'll somehow be seen as lesser if he can't live up to his own standards. Clara and Doc never push him to do things he doesn't want to do—they're always encouraging the boys to pursue whatever it is that makes them happy, whether it's in the sciences or not—or (they hope) make him feel like he has exceptionally large shoes to fill, but Jules has it in his head that he's almost expected to be like his father and that, somehow, he'll disappoint them if he isn't.
Verne, however, lives on the opposite end of the spectrum, letting his heart lead and willing to go wherever he wants, even if he makes a whole slew of mistakes along the way. Confidence is something he grows up to have in spades, especially when he's more certain of himself and where he wants to be. Verne's the kid who might get into a fight trying to defend somebody and his teachers might all think he's just a little troublemaking punk, but other than a few incidents on record, Verne's a fine student with exceptionally high marks.
Verne is a little more calculating with when he lets his intelligence show. In a way, he learns to weaponise it, drawing on everything he's learned from his brilliant parents when it's necessary to do so. He keeps his exam grades a secret in school because while he doesn't want to lie about it per se, he doesn't want his intelligence to become one of his defining features and, really, it's nobody's business. Verne fits more of the picture you'd have of the average kid/teenager. He gets into trouble like it's his job, he likes to play pranks, stay out late, he's got a sharp tongue, he begs Marty to teach him how to skateboard or rent scary movies for him and his friends to watch because they're too young, all of that.
Their personalities clash quite a bit and both of them think it's fun, as siblings to, to try and get under the other's skin and drive them crazy. Sometimes, there's a little sibling rivalry going on—they'd even fought about which one of them their parents loved better. Their arguments got heated enough to the point where they needed Doc and Clara to step in and intervene and say they're being ridiculous, that they don't love one over the other.
But I got a little rambly and sidetracked so more on Jules absolutely being a papa's boy (I hope)—
He was the first kid, so Doc absolutely doted on him. I think Jules was also a little afraid when he was younger that getting a little brother meant that his parents weren't going to love him anymore; Doc and Clara noticed that he was acting strangely and went to great lengths to assure their young boy that they were going to love him just the same. He warmed up to Verne relatively quickly. It still took a little time.
Jules, whenever he was having problems, would typically go seek out his father for advice; he was more comfortable around him. Jules also really loves the way Doc explains things; for a little while, when he was younger, he tried to mimic Doc in the grandiose and enthusiastic way he could talk about anything, especially the stories about his life or the lessons he was teaching, but he never could quite nail that because, for him, it felt awkward and unnatural. Doc noticed this pretty quickly and it was pretty comforting for him to hear that he doesn't need to act like anyone else; he just needs to be himself. What did feel natural was learning how to approach things from a more logical perspective, just like his dad did.
Doc is one of Jules' role models, no question. He's so proud and awed and impressed by his dad and he (and Verne too, tbh) considers himself lucky to be Emmett Brown's son. Even if it's difficult some days.
Both boys spent a lot of time hanging around (when they were allowed) near Doc's workspace or helping out in small ways with building the Time Train. Verne enjoyed the science parts of it to an extent, but he was more excited to be involved than anything else. Jules always had a dozen questions or more ready to throw at his father while they were working and Doc would answer them with as much detail as was appropriate to at the time.
I also see Jules following somewhat in Doc's footsteps and pursuing a career in the sciences, however I can see him leaning more towards medical sciences, just wanting to help people. Who knows; like his dad, he might make a breakthrough in his field someday—
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glacierbash · 5 months
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thinking about that one post about "he's a girl to me" or whatever. and that has me thinking about heavensward so much. and also stormblood! kinda just ffxiv in general but I feel the later expansions have this issue less but ESPECIALLY like. estinien, aymeric, and zenos when compared to the actual women in the expansion. it feels to me like the women of the expansion are by and far overlooked by people for the sake of the men and that general "he's so girl to me" contributes to it. Like there ARE women right there you know. like there are very very very good women just a few feet to the left. you can talk about how girlie estinien is to you but like. ysayle is right there. you can talk about how babygirl zenos is but also. there's fordola. you know that right. like you can enjoy the women too. it's ok.
and ofc genuine actual transfem headcanons are SO fucking good. I love them so much. keep going. But like that post has said, when it's only men in the fandom being treated as "he's so girl" (AND NEVER WOMAN!!!! ALWAYS GIRL!!!!!) it gets really really fucking tiring.
i love estinien! I really like Zenos! I get it! And if they are your favorite characters and you want specifically content about them and to make content specifically about them that is FINE!! but also, holy shit is it exhausting when it's like 99% about them and not a single glimpse towards the women of the story. yeah ffxiv's writing has a huuuuuuge fucking issue with women. and also.
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shopcat · 1 year
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people will see two characters who are good friends ... best friends even ...live in each others pockets ... are incredibly important to each other and a really lovely and sweet and very simple example of friendship being important and fulfilling and meaningful and beautiful and not "just" friendship because there is no such thing... and then they will turn around and they haven't even finished the previous sentence before being like Oh but if this one wasn't a lesbian she would be in love with her male best friend and vice versa. obviously. or he has feelings for her but he "let them go" because she's a lesbian if she wasn't though they would date. in fact if this was a magical world where he was a girl all along they would be in love because all that stuff i said about friendship and importance was actually just words ?!
and like beyond the sheer lesbophobia and sheer CRUELTY for him to even consider either of them in that light on a regular basis i would honestly prefer people own the fuck up to what they're apparently trying to say here and fully commit to going "No, i DON'T actually think friendship that stays platonic and that factor of it will NEVER change can be equally important or MORE SO as other kinds of relationships and in fact i don't think the very idea exists i was just saying all that stuff about platonic nonromantic soulmates to just say it". right before the apparent mission statement of so many that is "if a lesbian is friends with a man i think her sexuality is getting in the way in one way or another". i wish you people just literally got your phones taken away and a parental lock put in place.
#i wish when you blocked people it hurt them.#he. and obv you know who i'm talking about. DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER#and she. DOES NOT HAVE AND NEVER HAS AND NEVER WOULD AND NEVER COULD HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM#you're NOT going oh in another life we would've got married if i wasn't gay you're not DOING that#you're being WEIRD. STOP IT. ITS SO FUCKING EASY 😭😭😭#if you seriously can't conceptualise any of those dumb hypotheticals where he's like a girl the whole time or shes Not a lesbian#where the end goal isn't ''oh so they can date now :)'' it's.... so they're still friends.... THEN YOURE INSANE ‼️‼️‼️#AND POSSIBLY FUCKING EVIL‼️‼️‼️#so they ''CAN'' date now sends shivers up my spine#this is what i mean when i say i hate that codependent shit now. no one can be normal about it and now i hate it all#i'm going to make anti codependent hcs to put negativity out there to balance it out. i don't think steve knows her last name#also anyone who thinks steve as of s4 has any sort of feelings for robin that is literally so gross 😭 why would you even like him if you#thought that. case in point and i'm NOT even exaggerating here that is what people who Hate steve say#as proof for hating him. cuz they think he has feelings for her. which is something you would hate him for#also literally do not doubt me for if some reason in s5 he says and acrually means ''i have feelings for robin still'' i would .. stop#liking him... it would be easy.....#sts#anyway. this isn't about trans content either that's a whole other . Thing. which i don't really care about right now
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btxtyuri · 21 days
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i need to save aerith and tifa from the ff7 fandom you're all insane
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mwagneto · 1 year
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I read somewhere that Sherlock Holmes could be considered to be an asexual, what are your thoughts? You seem to believe he's gay?
wym i "seem to believe" hes gay. he is gay. is this bait
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madefate · 4 months
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it's simple, i put on my angry girl playlist, think about clarisse, scream
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martyrbat · 1 year
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just saw the most dumb take alive. goodnight.
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ronanceisintheair · 2 years
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You're such a teaaaaase - give us that good good Nancy/Eddie Bestie content
Now I just hyped myself up for yall to get the blandest hc:
Anyways st*ddie would not happen because nancy and eddie become besties. Which is more realistic, nancy isn't sat here calling him weird ecru m every second because she's actually an open minded understanding person.
So you ask how are these things connected? Here's how, at first maybd eddie does think he has a crush on st*ve, from hearing about him through Dustin, he thinks maybe he ain't so bad.
And so he talks to Nancy about what it was like dating the hair.
And you know, Nancy is too good to outright bad mouth this man's, I don't share that sentiment, but she'd definitely say something like "he's changed". Even though I wouldn't say he's changed more so just shifted a little
(has this guy once legitimate checked on her? I don't think so. Instead too busy talking about what he wants in life after complaining all day of being the babysitter-maybe his thoughts negate themselves🤡)
And eddie would just be like hell to the no. He would not come within a tenfoot pole of this man. You can just see, even through the small moments with chrissy, that eddie wouldn't be taking any of that shit.
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im throwing my life away because i didnt think of "shockingly intelligent and observant mungojerrie" first. that is such a good idea jemi. it would make so much sense, how else did that dumbass not get killed by now pulling the shenanigans they pull.
You could argue that it's sheer dumb luck (And some of the time, you would say it was luck), but also, I mean:
We're highly efficient cat burglars as well
And remarkably smart at a smash and grab
One of Mungojerrie's words is Streetwise - I feel like that says alot as is. If he’s not necessarily numbers or book smart, he is pretty deadly street smart. 
A surefire way to throw people off your scent is playing dumb and being charmingly dense and obtuse - how could this foolish thing possibly be a thief, look at him. Not a single thought going on in that head, it couldn’t have possibly been him. And meanwhile he’s snatching the jewels directly from under your nose and he already has your coin purse. Meanwhile he’s charmed the police officer into letting him and his accomplice go scot free. How could I have gotten through that window? Broken it? Have you seen the state of my arms? I couldn’t lift a feather never mind a brick (meanwhile he’s got one in paw behind his back).  
Jerrie blinks and licks his jaw eagerly and suddenly uh oh, there *are* lights on back there and they’ve been on the whole time - you just didn’t notice. He’s always several steps ahead - not, perhaps, as many steps ahead as somecat like Macavity would be, but he’s already got an escape plan, and if he doesn’t have one, he’ll come up with a strangely brilliant one on the fly. 
He stirs his tea languidly and studies you intently and he knows everything about you - which buttons he can press if necessary - by the time he taps the teaspoon on the rim of the cup. Doesn’t always do the best things with this information, but he knows. He knows and he keeps it close, just in case. 
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thvndersnow · 1 year
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TAG DUMP 1 ;;
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ooc and gen tags + first round of character tags
GEN:
ooc ;; your enormous eyebags have captivated me
info ;; from marathon to waterloo in order categorical
ramblings ;; noises and what they mean
gen hc ;; you can hide a lot about yourself but honey what are you gonna do?
answered ;; tell me all about your problems i was killing before killing was cool
ask memes ;; look who's inside again
promo ;; now this? this is beautiful
self promo ;; see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me
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THEO TAGS:
theo tag ;; they saw trouble in my eyes and were quick to recognize the devil in me
theo hc ;; i was made to become a sanctuary
theo aes ;; my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
theo ic ;; i wanna take shelter but i'm ready to fight
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ASTRID TAGS:
astrid tag ;; i want to watch the world burn; i brought the gasoline
astrid hc ;; the thrill of control is the sweetest taste i've known
astrid aes ;; whiskey and french cigarettes
astrid ic ;; this is performance; this is a self defense
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JACKAL TAGS:
jackal tag ;; we all wanna party when a funeral ends
jackal hc ;; we are all a bunch of liars; tell me baby who do you wanna be?
jackal aes ;; pretty in pink
jackal ic ;; the kids don't care if you're alright honey
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