#fortune crookie

[thesecretingredientislove]

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[wordup2007]

Wordgirl being cute (Episode: Fortune Crookie)

[locution-youngster-enjoyer]

Haven’t really done an episode review in a while. This isn’t really an episode review and more of a character analysis of my favorite blorbo.

I think it can be argued that Seymour writing is honestly kinda sad, and he’s also written in a way that he honestly makes more sense if you watch all his episodes in order.

His debut episode shows him doing pretty well, and it can assume that his original show “Answer All My Questions and Win Stuff” has been running for pretty long on the whole bank accounts scam thing. He owns (and is defeated by) a diamond ring, and if we assume it’s legit, he’s definitely got money to throw around.

Over time, we visibly see him lose all his money. His studio is run down and dusty. All his stuff, like the popcorn machine for example, is dusty and in poor condition. Also, we never see any of the people that are supposed to be helping, like the producers or camera people. It’s basically confirmed later on that Seymour does all his tv stuff by himself.

The only people he’s ever has technically collabed with are his brothers. I guess Who Wants To Get Rid Of Wordgirl was a collab, but he fully intended on throwing them all under the bus. Plus, even if he’s seen talking to other villains in the background, it’s easy to assume that His brothers are basically his only friends.

I’d like to argue that Tell Her What She’s Won is when he’s at his pettiest. He kidnaps the host of a different game show and throws the heroes into what’s implied to be a death trap (I don’t think he meant well when he put giant, angry wild animals behind the ‘exit’ doors). Why? Because he was jealous that the other host was more successful than him. Also they are heavily implied to have history with each other but I’m not gonna delve on that.

Fortune Crookie is where we see him hit rock bottom. The network doesn’t even let him have a show, not because he’s committed several crimes, but because him begging on the street was considered boring. I brought up him having no workers for the show, which was proved true when his only writer was a dog who he ditched. His studio is completely shut down, he literally lives and sits in a dumpster.

He’s also incredibly desperate throughout the whole episode. He got so enveloped in his own plan he completely forgot that he had to put up an act and was just begging for stuff he needed (clothes). The thing that finally outs him is the fact he was so scared over his image. Wordgirl pretends that Huggy is actually a fortune teller, and Seymour *rushes* over, with a lot of his stolen cash, just to see if he will be ok.

Not to mention he’s in terrible condition. Aren’t his teeth dentures? How do you manage to mess up dentures so bad?

All in all, I think Seymour in reality is just sad. He’s not some insanely superpowered force or a genius like some of the other villains are, he’s just a desperate guy scrambling for money and fame. That is to say, I don’t think Seymour is *dumb* per se. He’s blinded by himself sometimes, but he has come up with plans that would have most likely worked had it not been for Wordgirl being the most competent person in the city. He’s also shown to have some knowledge with technology, as he makes all these elaborate traps himself. Plus, we don’t know how long he was left to record his own shows, so he’d know a lot about working with tv.

Seymour’s a pretty smart guy, but him hitting rock bottom put him on stress. I’m choosing to ignore the episode As Something As Something because it’s ehhhh.

Thanks for coming to be strange Ted talk

[enjomo-arch]

A  frown  instantly  graced  upon  freckled  features.  When  a  troublemaker  meets  trouble,  he  can  very  well  tell  that  this  man  was  no  good  news.  Maybe  it  was  intuition,  or  maybe  it  was  just  the  shock  that  still  flowed  along  the  bones  in  his  body  at  the  sight  of  the  flame  that  embraced  the  other's  finger  at  will.  To  that  shameless  touch,  like  butterfly  wings  brushing  over  the  delicate  skin  of  Ace's  ear.  This  is  not  how  stranger greet each other,  and  this  much  was  enough  to  make  the  uncertainty  about  the  person  rise  in  his  heart  like  a  match  rubbing  on  sulfur.  

Too  casual  an  approach,  but  Ace  wouldn't  be  himself  if  he  played  his  cards  right  back.  After  all,  a  gambler's  patience  made  him  a  fortune,  and  Ace  was  the  best  at  his  craft.  ❝  Geez,  if  you  call  it  borrowin'  a  lighter  you  could  have  just  asked  instead  of  puttin'  down  whatever  it  was.  ❞  Quite  a  theatrical  sigh  when  a  flick  of  his  finger  pushed  his  hat  back  to  reveal  more  of  the  fire  fist's  face.  His  eyes  dropped  to  the  offered  palm  and  when  his  expression  softened  a  bit,  he  held  out  his  own  to  shake  the  blond  man's  hand.

Until  one  thought  ran  through  his  head.  A  touch,  the  same  one  he  had  been  graced  with  a  few  seconds  ago  effectively  mimicking  the  power  that  people  from  across  the  sea  and  beyond  feared.  A  will  of  the  fire  fist's  flames. What was about this devil fruit ?

Ace's  hand  came  to  a  halt  and  nonchalantly  returned  back  to  find  a  spot  on  the  back  of  his  neck.  An  awkward,  crooky  smile  blooming  upon  his  features,  and  a  chuckle  followed.  ❝  Lance  ?  The  name's  Ace  !  I  have  never  seen  someone  in  such  massive  armor.  Are  you  a  soldier  ?  ❞  An  attempt  to  turn  the  tables  with  conversation  from  his  sudden  halt  of  movements.  Touching  is  bad,  huh  ?  Smile  ceased  to  a  smirk,  one  that  was  Ace's  trading  card  most  of  the  time.  Brown  irises  looking  down  at  the  offered  hand  again.  ❝  Sorry  to  say  I  ain't  much  of  a  touchy  guy.  ❞  not  for  you,  at  least.  

The other's reaction does not go unnoticed; the instinctive flinch from the light touch was a response he knew all too well. Before Lance had donned the uniform of white and gold, before his name carried status and respect, he was a pretty little secret found beneath red lights. And every now and then, he'd have clients that responded the same way Ace did: with hesitation, as if they hadn't felt such tenderness in a long time. Lance wonders the same about Ace, wonders when the last time a hand had been raised to him that wasn't looking for a fight. But the man tilts his head away before Lance could get an answer.

Instead, the undercover vice admiral shakes his hand like he would a lit match, causing for the flame engulfing his finger to go out. The minute passes and Lance is surprised to feel cold suddenly without the flame ability. He laughs again as he exhales smoke, amused and endeared by the other's comments. Ah, seems Ace is only just a pretty face after all. And the blush across the man's cheeks only solidified it, one that Lance would love to pinch at just to see how far it would bloom.

" Me? Nothin'. " He feigns innocence with a simple shrug of his shoulders. " I needed a smoke and forgot my lighter, y'see. So I borrowed yours. ─── I hope that was s'alright. " With that, he extends his hand out for the other to shake. " 'm Lance. "

[goopifer]

I'm not updating my XIV blog anymore so my raid static performance reviews go here.

[tomkiesche]

Crookie was on the red list… And in the nick of time he was adopted. He will go home once he is neutered. Thankfully the person adopting him (I’m told) has high dog IQ. Just so you are aware, the red list is not a joke… We have been relatively fortunate on how many dogs we get out of North Central that get put on the red list. But that requires so many of you and so many rescues… Potentially hundreds of people. Dogs put on the red list that do not walk out the front door, roll out the back. The alarms are real. Currently, Groot is the only dog on the red list. His last scheduled minute of life is 3:59 PM on Tuesday afternoon. Unless he is adopted or rescued. Not a joke. Not a threat. Not motivation. Reality. And please do not take him if you are not the right situation. That would only make things worse for everybody involved , including Groot. (at Friends of North Central Shelter - Los Angeles Animal Services) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkCi6AJLR-U/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[delwaaunglor]

Here Lies an Unnamed Carolina Wren. Slain by Crookshanks on this the 30th of July in the Year of Our Lord 2021. The feathered fallen got too close to Crookie while said cat was teathered to a stake for his morning outdoor respite. Mom was watering the plants and witnessed the bird's final moments. He is survived by many other birds more of more fortunate feather. Not the most valiant way for a bird to go, but memorable. I've informed the local squirrels they're next. Congratulations to His Majesty Crookshanks the Campground Born, Walker of Walks, Slayer of Dragon Piggy Banks, Singer of Late Night Songs, Vanquisher of Lizards, and now, the Wren Slayer may be sent via direct message or comment. #Crookshanks #WalksWithCrookie #carolinawren #deadbird #catsarepredators #ThoseBeansHaveBloodOnThem #ignobledeaths #CarolinaWrenDarwinAwardNominee2021 (at Simpsonville, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR978UUHh4J/?utm_medium=tumblr

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artwork by @feros-xav

starring Ko Jangi and the Fortune Crookies Inc house

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