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kxsagi · 10 days ago

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Hii can I request a reader that is always loud, laughing, joking (darkest and driest jokes) but actually serious and responsible in work, like she’s always being silly, but suddenly getting serious when it’s come to her assignment, feel free to do with any BLLK characters but can you include Karasu and Yukimiya?

Thank you so much ily 🥰🔥

“𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬”

a/n: OKAY THIS READER DESCRIPTION IS SPOT-ON ME, LIKE THIS IS LITERALLY ME

anon are you on my alt???

ft. karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

karasu tabito

the first time he met you, he genuinely thought you were a walking meme compilation. you were doing a deadpan reenactment of your funeral, complete with “my last words will be ‘sybau’ while laying on the floor like you were auditioning for a broadway tragedy. karasu’s like “yo... what is wrong with her 💀” “nothing, what’s wrong with you for being alive during my performance?” his soul left his body. instant love.

but the day he saw you working for the first time? jaw-dropped. you were elbows-deep in paperwork, planner color-coded, firing off deadlines, and actually emailing people back like a normal adult? you even hit him with a “can’t talk right now. i’m working.” in the most monotone, CEO voice ever. karasu just blinked like, “… where did my unhinged girlfriend go???”

he finds the contrast sexy as hell. like yes, joke about your own funeral, but also please help him organize his taxes because he hasn’t done that in three years.

he will literally follow you around going, “say something messed up” like a fanboy just to hear you hit him with another “if i got run over, would you keep the pieces as a souvenir?”

sometimes he gets whiplash. you’ll be laughing at a meme, and then suddenly turn to him with “babe, did you turn in your PR proposal? the deadline’s 3PM JST.” and he’s like, “how did you– bro i forgot that even existed…”

yukimiya kenyu

he thought you were deranged at first. you met at a charity gala, and you made a joke about "selling your soul to capitalism, but at least doing it ethically.” he laughed, but cautiously. like you were a tiger in clown makeup. but then you were laughing so hard at your own joke, and the way you wheezed like an old radiator made him soft.

what really made him fall, though, was seeing how responsible you were behind all the dry jokes. you handled all the event logistics like it was second nature, emailing sponsors, correcting billing issues, and still cracking the occasional “if i die from stress, make sure my ghost finishes the job” in your corpse-dry voice. yukimiya was like, “wait… so she’s the brains and the chaos???”

he’s a bit of a perfectionist, so he really respects your ability to flip the switch. when he’s spiraling about a brand deal or a photoshoot, you’re the one who calmly reminds him that “you’ve already survived worse. remember when your hair got fried in that one ad? and you still slayed.”

he listens. because underneath the sarcasm and your “i hope the earth explodes” humor, you always get things done.

the two of you are basically opposites: he’s elegant, poised, and a little dramatic; you’re loud, meme-obsessed, and unfiltered until it matters. he thinks you’re the perfect balance of chaotic good and responsible queen. “i love that you’re insane, but i also love that you scare HR with how efficient you are.”

isagi yoichi

his first impression: “she’s hilarious, but needs to be monitored at all times.” you were making jokes about tax evasion and pretending to haunt people through google docs. “i wrote ‘i’m behind you’ in size 2 font at the bottom of every spreadsheet.” “WHY.”

but when the blue lock PR team asked someone to help manage the team’s community outreach campaign, you went full commander mode. suddenly spreadsheets, schedules, polite corporate emails, and you booked everyone’s appointments like a pro. isagi was SHOCKED. “wait, you’re actually a professional???” “i am literally linkedin-certified. don’t play with me.”

isagi now just lets you talk your insane talk as long as you walk the walk (which you always do). but he does sometimes worry when you casually say things like “if this deadline kills me, cremate my body and mix it into office coffee.” “love. are you okay?” “no, but i’m still doing my job better than everyone else.”

kaiser michael

at first, he thought you were annoying. too loud. too sarcastic. too many disturbing jokes. until one day he caught you managing your own press schedule, negotiating deals over the phone like a shark, and drafting a marketing deck for your brand in the same breath as “haha if i get hit by a bus at least make sure it’s a mercedes.”

kaiser’s respect for you skyrocketed. because that’s his energy – joking around, acting like he doesn’t care – but being a monster at your craft? that’s how you earn his interest. now he just follows you around like a smug little bodyguard. “you’re a menace. and you’d probably make a million dollars scamming me in a powerpoint.”

when you two work together on anything serious, it’s absolute power couple energy. he’ll be leaning against your desk like, “are you done being hot and responsible?” and you’ll deadpan, “no. but your face is delaying my work productivity.”

mikage reo

honestly? he was enchanted from day one. you were cracking jokes like “if i win the lottery, i’m investing it in haunted dolls,” while organizing a full event on your phone and replying to work emails with scary speed. reo watched with his jaw dropped like “are you even real???”

he’s used to people who joke around, but flake out. you are the rare breed that jokes harder and works harder. he finds your duality fascinating. you’ll clown someone to their face and then finish your budget projections by 3 AM. “how do you have so much chaotic energy and still have a retirement plan?”

reo is obsessed with your balance. he calls you “joker boss” because you’re both unhinged and terrifyingly capable. he’ll 100% show you off at events like, “yeah, she made our whole business plan… while doing a bit about eating drywall.”

itoshi rin

you physically hurt him. not because you hit him, but because the first time you met, you made a joke so vile and deadpan, he choked on air and stared at you like you were a walking red flag in human form. something like: “i hope the company burns down, but like... on a friday so we don’t have to work monday either.” “what the actual f–”

he genuinely thought you were an unserious clown. like the kind he’d never tolerate. until one day during a group project, everyone was slacking off and joking around… and suddenly, you flipped into hyper-efficient, eyes-glinting, do-it-or-die mode. you whipped out a laptop, started outlining deliverables, assigning tasks, and saying terrifying things like “i’ve already emailed the supervisor your excuses. now pick up the slack.” rin was stunned. aroused. slightly afraid.

now he just watches you in silence whenever you’re in your serious mode, trying so hard not to look impressed. but then you break the tension by going, “anyway. if i die tomorrow, bury me in a blazer and tell god i was productive.” and rin's brain just short circuits again. he thinks you're mentally unwell. he's also never been in love like this.

you actually motivate him. he’s already serious about his career, but you’re the only one who outworks him and makes him laugh like a man losing brain cells.

sometimes he hears you laughing at your own jokes at night and just sighs into the pillow like, “she’s so weird.” then goes back to cuddling you tighter because you’re his weird.

itoshi sae

sae heard your laugh before he ever saw you. loud. wild. from the gut. he turned around like “who let a maniac in here?” then you walked past him saying something like, “if i disappear, tell my manager i ascended. into the void.” he watched you leave and muttered, “what the fuck...”

but the next time he saw you, you were on a work call, serious voice on, notebook open, calling shots and speaking like the CEO of a fortune 500 company. and when the call ended? you dropped your pen, leaned back, and went: “anyway, if this job doesn’t kill me, i will.” sae almost choked on his drink.

this man is dry. so dry. but you? your humor is even drier, darker, and more sarcastic than his, and it physically pains him to laugh at your jokes. like the one time you said, “my toxic trait is being really responsible while secretly hoping society collapses.” “... that’s so stupid.” but then he’s laughing five hours later on the team bus because of what you said.

he secretly loves watching you flip from “chronically online chaos gremlin” to “scary competent adult.” he’ll watch from a corner, drink in hand, smirking while muttering, “they’re not ready for her. poor bastards.”

you stress him out when you’re too funny during serious moments though. “sae, if you die mid-game, can i have your bugatti?” “no, and i’m blocking you when i haunt you.”

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magnecalliope · 5 months ago

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Something that I think is frequently lost in character analysis of Clown is that in spite of the popular idea that he is some sort of agent of chaos, he actually has a very rigid code of ethics that he adheres to that informs his actions and interactions with others.

First, consider that Clown held no feelings of animosity towards Pangi for eating the Kingdom's honey. He laughed about it and called Pangi a rascal for it, but he wasn't angry. To him, punishing Pangi was nothing personal, it was just a necessary consequence for his actions against the Kingdom. Consider his warning to Foolish about Owen when Owen killed Tommy. Consider his execution of Slimecicle. Owen killed Tommy out of turn, without orders from his king. But Clown executed Slime because he broke a decree by the king. This, more than his rivalry with Owen, is why he was so angry when Tubbo wanted to punish him but not Owen. They both broke Tubbo's rules, but Owen broke Clown's rules too.

Clown does not hate Pili. He told Pili that he was proud of him, that he missed him while he was gone. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies, either. The only thing that could actually provoke Clown into fighting Pili was threats against Ros. Harming Ros requires punishment. An eye for an eye. Notice how many times during their duel that Clown stopped attacking Pili because it appeared he was having tech issues. He stopped attacking when Pili started to monologue. He did this because a fair fight is part of his ethics, but also because killing Pili was a duty that must be performed to achieve justice for his wrong. Just as any satisfaction Pangi got for his actions was irrelevant, just as Owen being an ally was irrelevant, whatever Pili got out of it was irrelevant to him. If Pili wants to have last words uninterrupted, let him. He didn't want to kill Pili, he had to.

Pili saw Clown's acknowledgement as his ticket to being respected, to being cared about, even if it's because he's a villain. And sure, people showed up, but just look at how they engaged with the fight. They made jokes. They were dismissive. Sneeg played a game of Balatro instead of paying attention. Scott changed his music away from epic battle themes to his regular music. People contemplated leaving and coming back later. It was a spectacle to gawk at for a few minutes and forget about later. They picked at his corpse for loot the second he dropped, even his own teammates. Nobody respects Pili any more for picking a fight with Clown. He died for nothing. It's almost symbolic that Pili deafened during the fight and didn't hear any of this occurring. He was so deeply entrenched in his beliefs that he was in denial of the truth even as it unfolded around him.

The things Pili wanted from Clown he already got from Pangi, and I think Clown saw that. Pangi loved and respected Pili, he was Pangi's entire world. He was the most important person on the server, his top priority. He was hurt when Pili talked about how badly he wanted to get Clown's attention. Pili's singleminded focus on Clown made him blind to that, but Clown wasn't. Clown understands intimately what a precarious position he occupies as "deadliest player" and that's not something he wishes on anyone. Being on top makes you a target not just of your enemies, but your allies too (just listen to the way Sneeg boasts that he can kill Clown if he really wanted to). He's got plenty of experience with that from Lifesteal. Pili doesn't. Clown didn't want to entertain Pili's flight of fancy that fighting him would solve all his problems. Clown's victory was hollow, but not because Pili got what he wanted.

#callioposte #the realm smp #trsmp #pili dtowncat #clownpierce #don't get it twisted clown was absolutely furious with pili for killing ros #and he wanted to kill pili for that reason #but it was more that pili dared to exploit clown's nature in pursuit of a goal that fighting clown would not achieve #than because winning is the most important thing in the world to him #(he is gracious when he loses fights yall)

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cece693 · 5 months ago

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Batman's Code of Ethics

pairing: bruce wayne x gender neutral reader tags: batman's code of ethics, sad ending for the batman, divorce, relationship conflict, vengeance

You first met Bruce Wayne at a fundraiser in downtown Gotham—one of those glamorous events where champagne sparkled and conversations danced on the knife’s edge of philanthropy and pretense. But it was the little moments that made you fall in love with him: how he paused to listen intently when you spoke, the gentle way he rested his hand against yours, the subtle but steadfast warmth in his gaze.

That warmth was what drew you in. It was what bound the two of you together in a promise—one that, in time, grew to include your son, Jason Todd. From the outside, you were Gotham’s picture-perfect family. But beneath the veneer of limousines and charity balls was the knowledge that every night Bruce put on the cowl, he wrestled with the darkness that consumed his city. It didn't bother you in the beginning—you knew Batman and Bruce were one; you couldn't ask him to leave the suit behind in favor for your family. But when that call came through—saying that Jason had gone missing, changed everything

Your heart has never felt heavier, not in the far corners of childhood loneliness nor in the quiet heartbreak of the many nights Bruce spent alone on the streets. You never knew grief could taste this bitter—tainted by the helpless anger now threading through your every breath. The walls of Wayne Manor seem to loom around you, suffocating and full of shadows. The place once felt like home; now feels like a mausoleum.

Outside, rain spatters the windows, each drop a dull percussion to the cacophony in your head. You’re standing near the fireplace, hands balled into fists, knuckles white with tension. Across the room, Bruce stares at you. His posture is rigid, arms stiff at his sides. The family painting you had commissioned is hung on the far wall, and seeing it cause fresh tears to fall. Jason, your son—dead.

“I can’t believe this, Bruce,” you say, voice shaking with rage. “He was our son. Our boy. And you’re telling me there’s nothing you can do?”

He closes his eyes briefly, as though trying to steady himself. “You know I want justice,” he says, voice low and rough. “But I have—Batman has—rules.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood. That single phrase, Batman has rules, ignites something in you, the memory of your son’s laughter mixing with the image of his lifeless body. “Do you think I care about Batman’s rules right now?” The words rip from your throat. “Don’t you dare throw your precious code at me! This isn’t about your crusade—this is about avenging the murder of our child.”

Bruce’s jaw tightens. His hands clench, the only outward sign he’s losing his carefully placed composure. “Gotham can’t fall into anarchy. I made a vow never to cross that line—”

“I can’t believe you’re more concerned about crossing lines than ending the one monster who took him from us!” you shout, voice echoing in the large room. “That clown…that monster is roaming free—he’ll do it again, Bruce. He will. And you won’t do anything?”

Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the tension. The fireplace flickers, and for an instant, you see every etched line on Bruce’s face—the strain, the sorrow, and the anger. He steps closer, each footfall echoing in the hush.

“You think I’m not doing anything?” he hisses, voice tremoring with a swirl of agony and indignation. “Every night, I go out there, I chase him, I stop him from harming someone else. But I don’t kill. Because if I do it once—just once—there’s no going back. The city will have lost its symbol of hope. I will have lost myself.”

You hurl the words at him, your voice trembling, “Symbols don’t matter more than life! More than Jason’s life! Don’t you want the Joker to suffer? Don’t you want to see him punished for what he did?”

“He’ll be punished by the law,” Bruce insists, though the confidence he’s trying to project is thin. “He’s going to Arkham—”

“Arkham?” you bark a laugh that feels like it tears you open from the inside. “He’ll escape again. He always does. You know it. I know it. And the cycle goes on, more people die, more children are orphaned, more families are broken. How many more Jasons? How many more nights do we have to grieve?”

He breathes hard through his nose, turning away as if to gather the scattered fragments of composure. “It’s not that simple—”

“Maybe it is that simple,” you say quietly, your initial anger collapsing into sorrow. “Maybe I just have to accept that what you wear at night means more to you than the life we built…than the son we raised together.”

You see the pain slice through him like a physical wound. He’s trembling, fists in tight knots at his sides, face set in grim lines. “Don’t do that,” he warns in a near whisper. “Don’t question how much I loved him. Don’t say this is about not caring. God, you know I cared. I love him. But I refuse to become the very thing I despise.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” you ask, voice breaking. “Just stand by and let the system fail us again? Let the Joker walk free in six months, only to put someone else in a grave? I…I can’t do this. I can’t keep standing by.”

He takes a step closer, the space between you so thick with tension it’s almost tangible. Then he hesitates, gaze flicking over your features, and you see it clearly—a snap of anger flaring in him.

“You don’t understand me,” he spits in frustration. “You never did. You fell in love with the man behind the mask, but you never understood why the mask exists in the first place.” His voice is a tremulous roar in the hush. “You claim to know me, to love me, but you’d see me become a murderer?”

Every word that leaves his mouth strikes with precision, forcing your eyes to sting with tears you fight to keep at bay. “I’m not asking you to become anything,” you manage, voice raw. “I’m asking you to do what any father—any husband—would do. I’m asking you to show the Joker that he can’t take everything we have without real consequences.”

Your pleas dangle in the silence. You wait, though your heart already feels like it’s shattering. Bruce’s lips part, but no words come. You see the torment running through his mind, the moral lines he’s drawn over and over again since he first became the Batman. And you see the part of him that wants to agree with you, that wants to break the Joker and end the nightmare. But that war rages behind his eyes, and you realize he will not cross that line, no matter how deep the wound.

The hush that ensues is deafening. Finally, Bruce tears his gaze from yours. In that final, wordless moment, you understand each other too well. His morality—his vow—stands as an unbreakable wall between you, between him and vengeance, between your love and the path that would bring you both finality.

You brush past him, feeling the heat radiate off his body even as the chill of his rigid stance sets in. The only sound is your ragged breathing and the patter of the rain outside.

Days turn into weeks, and you sleep in separate bedrooms. Though you both wander the Manor’s halls like ghosts, you barely speak. And when you do, conversations are clipped and tinged with bitterness. Alfred’s gentle attempts at bridging the gap only highlight the chasm.

Gotham’s nights still see Batman swooping through the city, chasing down criminals, returning them to Arkham. It’s all the same routine that took your son away, all the same cycle that left Jason’s place at the dinner table forever empty.

The day of Jason’s funeral arrives. You stand in front of his headstone—Jason Todd Wayne, beloved son. Bruce stands next to you, silent as a statue. The city’s skyline is stark behind you both. The weight of finality sinks in: he is truly gone. And the man you love, whose eyes reflect unspeakable pain, remains as resolute as ever in the vow that distances him from you.

In that moment, sorrow merges with conviction; you realize you can’t be with him like this. You can’t reconcile yourself to it. You can’t keep watching him throw criminals back into Arkham only for them to escape. You can’t watch him refuse the final step, the step you desperately believe in, to save another family from this torment.

You quietly take off the ring Bruce gave you—polished titanium, etched with your initials. You slip it into his hand, fingers closing over his palm, and brush away the tears that fall freely now.

“Bruce,” you whisper, voice thick with grief, “I can’t stand at your side after this. What you’re doing, how you’re not ending it. Maybe it’s noble. Maybe it makes you a hero. But I can’t live with it. Not after Jason.”

He looks at the ring, the bright metal in his gloved hand. He doesn’t speak, his throat too tight with emotion. You think for a moment he’ll protest—that he’ll reach for you, try to fix what’s broken—but he doesn’t. Perhaps he knows, deep inside, that his unyielding lines will never coincide with yours now.

Months later, in a quiet lawyer's office, the finalization of your divorce is as cold and pragmatic as signing any legal form. The media never gets wind of it—the Wayne name shields such intimate heartbreak behind well-guarded gates. You walk away from the building's room with finality. Nothing left to say.

You remember Bruce once whispering, We do what we must for Gotham, for justice. But for you, the definition of justice had changed irrevocably the day you lost Jason. There is no bridging the distance between your brand of justice and Batman’s unwavering line.

In the hush of your new apartment, boxes half-unpacked, you find a small photo of you, Bruce, and Jason on a rare sunny day by the Manor gardens. Jason’s grin is broad, unstoppable—the future once felt so boundless. You press the photo to your chest, letting the wave of grief pass over you like a slow tide, your tears falling onto a cardboard box top.

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mage-ical-character-person · 4 months ago

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They keep calling SMG4 a clown even though he has violated the clown code/ clown commandments/clownmandments on multiple occasions

False. I cannot resist drawing him clown style

but that doesn’t mean I’ll stand for this

So Anyway here are the clown commandments let’s talk about why Meme Man is not worthy of being a clown (affectionate.)

First of all it is against clown code to make fun of people who are not in on it. A clown’s primary comedy is to laugh at themself, so that the audience cannot laugh at the clown without laughing with them, in which case the clown has already won. Four’s self esteem is too low to truly pull this off I feel, he cannot take mockery in stride like this. He makes self deprecating jokes on occasion but they’re more sad than funny. And he has no concept of when it’s NOT okay to make fun of others. (SMG4 Doesn’t Meme for 1 Second is the biggest example)

He’s pretty good about this but will get too focused on the views sometimes. Also! A clown is a persona played by a performer, there’s supposed to be a clear distinction between the persona and performer, usually visualized as costume and makeup, but SMG4 lacks any such distinction. There is no clear line between performance and person, he’s just (almost) always like that.

Clowns aren’t supposed to interfere with other performances but Four blew up Snitch Productions that’s gotta be on a record somewhere he is banned from the clown community. Also he did used to call Mario slurs but he hasn’t done so in like a decade. So?

Not a gentleman/lady. Again no distinction between performance and person so he fails.

Uhh

Great job 4 we’ll say you abide by the 5th Clown Commandment mostly.

He’s not even trying to meet clown standards. He doesn’t wear a costume except once and it’s JUST the wig and nose. No makeup. Once again lack of distinction between performance and person

points for being adorable though

he simply does not do this

Debatable but I don’t think the SMG4 crew is free of discrimination and harassment. Sometimes seems like they keep fish child around almost for the sole purpose of bullying him. Also aforementioned calling Mario slurs a decade ago. Also holding performers at gunpoint

Bad. Banned from clown.

#Smg4 #smg4 (character)#*chatter chatter*#mage’s doodles and drawings

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kiththecat · 4 months ago

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jumpscare worldbuilding question:

does ajwiaap!clown have any code of ethics for his assassin work? like, are there certain kinds of people he especially will or will not accept a hit on?

ooooooh so ive been thinking about this a few times at work over the weekend and ive vaguely concluded that he's kinda like the "has a code of ethics but no one can figure out what the fuck that is" kind of character to me.

he'll especially take hits on people where their deaths end up on the front page. gives him more public influence and keeps him in the spotlight.

if he's paid enough, or particularly bored, he'll gladly take a pettier, less relevant hit. as for people he would not accept a hit on. branzy, thats all. kidding. i think he'd kill a child tho. like that one pimento line from b99 "I won't do kids, that's a rule. But that rule is negotiable if the kids a dick." because i find that funny. he has like, favourite politicians or other influential people, but no one knows who that is except the few people where he's rejected a hit.

#i hope this makes sense #ask #ajwiaap #clownpierce

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helvetica-ace · 4 months ago

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A Paladin whos oath is the Clown Code of Ethics. A Clownadin if you will

He's also my character in a side campaign my party is playing! He was made kind of last minuite so I've stollen Squash and Streatch's names, fused them, and gave it to him; Meet Streatch N. Squashy! The Goliath Clownadin

#art #illustration #digital art #my art #dnd #d&d #dnd character #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #clown #clown oc #dnd paladin

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yandereunsolved · 2 months ago

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I NEVER IN MY LIFE THOUGHT I WOULD SEE ANY MENTION OF JAMES RANDAL OUTSIDE OF JAMES RANDAL VIDEOS, THANK YOU FOR CHANGING THAT REALITY 💕💕💕💕

You're welcome! 🫶💞

Thank you all for enjoying that little bit of yandere James Randal content. I thought it was going to get 0 notes. Pleasantly surprised. Number #1 yandere James Randal truther here.

Platonic yandere James trying to look after zombie darling:

"Oh, look! Another homeless. This one is quite cute. I'll keep them. We can be friends."

"James, you can't just keep the homeless! It's rude."

"Are you two insane? That's a zombie! It's going to bite your head off!"

"Don't be mean to my new friend! I've decided to name them James Randal Jr. Say hi, James Randal Jr." Darling tries to attack him. "You must be on that fentanyl. That's no excuse. I'm gonna need to teach you some manners, James Randal Jr."

Ends up adopting darling (James Randal Jr.). Gets mad and has a fit every time someone calls them a zombie. Gives them the best beef and trash he can find. Gives them piggy back rides, as long as they don't try to bite. He even gets them their own cardboard box packaging so the both of you can match!

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"Police officer! Police officer! Policeeeee officer! Over here. I have committed another crime!"

Darling groaning. James sticks to them like cheese on a Cluck-n-Bell burger. The force calls you his handler. Whenever someone rings in the James Randal code you are sent to the scene before he causes an even bigger scene.

"What is it, Mr. Randal?"

"Ooooh, look how polite you are! I would like to admit quilt to having an affair."

"That... isn't a crime."

"It is if I made my ex go boom-boom."

"You blew up your ex!?"

"Just a tiny splosion. I wanted it to be bigger but Osvaldo stole half of my C4! Something about making the stock market implode. Whatever that means."

"Who was your ex?"

James giggles.

"That slutty, hussy red-brick house across the street from that one crack den with the stripper clowns that do coke off each other."

"That... those were a lot of words. I―don't even know where to start."

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Platonic yandere James overshares way too much.

"I threw up a pound of cocaine. And an entire ham."

"I once got a hysterectomy."

"I'm thinking of getting my landscaping license back. I want to make bushes like... penipises." giggles.

"I have so much blood on my hands. I can't remember if I ever had them clean." boops darling.

"I can teach you self-defense. I once had to shoot a turtle. And successfully did so. I have also taught good survival ethics. Like how you should always walk in the middle of the street. Ah, those were the good days when I was a youngin'. Gas was ten cents a cup and colored television hadn't been invented yet."

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rhubarbplants · 8 months ago

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I keep thinking about how much Kaboodle's lifesteal stream today reminded me of Euridice in act one of Hadestown. Up until now she thought that having allies might protect her, its why she's been trying to hard to make sure she and Zam have a good relationship (even if it sometimes backfires) but now that resources are so limited its harder to craft hearts and if she gets banned there is a chance that it will be impossible to bring her back.

Kaboodle is Euridice and the storm is coming, without strong allies, without a nearly foolproof plan, she might not survive. Hades (Clown in this case) makes her an offer. If she can steal enough hearts she will have his protection, its a really good deal except for the fact that she might just be sacrificing all her allies and relationships that she has been spending months developing and strengthening.

Historically the only person Kab has been willing to put before herself is Clown but I think that might be changing. I think Zam might fit in there somewhere too. But she's scared, and when ls!Kab is scared she does whatever she needs to in order to make herself feel safe again.

If she doesn't take this chance, if she doesn't put herself first this time, even if it means screwing everyone else over she feels like she would be putting herself at risk of getting permanently banned; a situation in which she would have no control, so she needs to take that control as soon as she can.

She has her principles, under normal circumstances she would be sticking to them to, ls!Kab does try to stick to a code of ethics, as fucked up and murky as it might be sometimes. The news 4cvit gave her today pulled the rug out from under her and she is terrified. At the end of the day I think they would all understand. Hate her? maybe. Resent her? sure. Try to get revenge? almost certaintly. But they all Understand.

#Kaboodle #lifesteal #lifesteal smp #Clownpierce #Princezam #Lifesteal spoilers

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friendlyengie · 2 years ago

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hey! Did you hear! There’s an oc tournament by @tf2shipswag making its way around! Maybe do a clown a favor and support him on his road to success!

He’s a 40-something year old Italian man who’s technically not a legal clown on account of his constant defiance of the clown code of ethics! Armani Barone is a support class character meant to get all eyes (and weapons) on him. He’s got colorful bombs and paintball guns and the occasional cartoonish pie aimed directly at your face, what’s not to love?

#Tf2 #tf2 ocs #tf2 tenth class #my art!!#armani (red decoy)#eyestrain cw

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cryingpariah · 5 days ago

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Y’know I think I’ve come to realize something while writing about my Marine OCs and it’s why anyone would stay in the Marines even knowing their horrible (publicly shown) things…it’s just a job and people are desperate for jobs.

Think about it, Marines (for all the war crimes they commit) they also stop pirates who are just as bad, if not worse sometimes. They’re peacekeepers and are supposed to be just people trying to make a living…but much like real life, the higher ups are more disconnected from the horrors and are therefore ok with subjecting the lower workers to them.

Sure you can quit cause “You don’t believe in the marines anymore” but that means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and arguably might make things worse. Cause if all the good guys quit, the Marines get arguably more fucked up. That’s why some people with actual senses of Justice stay even though they know some horrible things and have done some, cause there won’t be change if they leave.

Let’s take Commander Jonathan for example

This man is a highly decorated Marine Commander, that means he’s done things that have made the marines proud enough to reward him with medals and all that…he’s also old enough and high ranking enough to know and participated in the hunting of Baby Ace, there’s nothing in his entire character that says he would’ve been ok with that but he had to do it.

If he left, who’s to say his replacement wouldn’t just be a cruel man who would’ve done worse? That’s why good people stay with the Marines even once they become more disillusioned with their Justice, cause they don’t want more suffering than what is considered “necessary” from the higher ups

“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing.” feels quite fitting to the Marines no? It’s soul crushing at times but it’s stable, reliable, and people look up to you. Maybe it’s not worth the things you’ll never forget but the money you get at the end of the week eases it if only just a little.

Another great (and canon example. We still love you Commander Johnathan 😭!) is probably Smoker. He’s clearly disillusioned with what the higher ups believe to be justice and he’s no doubt dirtied his hands to the point of no return but that doesn’t stop him from doing actual good, from having a strong moral and ethical code and sticking to it. Not just that even, he instills that into others like Tashigi and G-5.

He can let Luffy and Strawhats go in Alabasta after leaving his jurisdiction to chase after them. He can comfort his pupil after they are wrongfully given credit and encourage her not to give up. He can team up with Luffy and Law in Punk Hazard because he’s experienced enough to know the difference between a pirate and a bad guy like Caesar Clown.

Some might say he’s calmed down some since the timeskip, I say he’s just learned how to play the game the old timers on high want him to. And if he shuffles the deck from time to time and gets sent to a remote base for it, so be it. They can kill him but they sure as hell can’t kill his ideals.

#this turned into a smoker love letter lowkey and I’m NOT SORRY!!#COME BACK MY GLORIOUS KING!! SAVE ALABASTA FORREAL THIS TIME!!#one piece #marines one piece #white hunter smoker #commander johnathan

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