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แดสแดษดแดแดษด๊ฑโ They/Them
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โ ๐๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ค
๊ฐแดษดษข๊ฑโ ๐ฆ
สแดสสสโ Cooking
๐๐จ๐๐
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Their drink of choice, besides blood, is whiskey ๐ฅ
Because of their habit of wearing heels, ๐ช๐๐๐ typically stands at a height of around ๐ผ'๐บ" ๐ข
The years apart did not lessen the anguish & rage they felt towards ๐จ๐๐
๐ for โabandoningโ them ... as soon as they saw her face again it boiled right back up to the top ๐คฌ
๐ช๐๐๐ is quite proud of the fact that the ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ก isn't fond of them; they believe in supernatural mixing NOT segregation ๐
After having their heart shattered by ๐จ๐๐
๐, it took decades for them to even contemplate letting anyone that close again ... slowly but surely ๐ฌ๐
๐๐๐ managed to break through the walls they'd built up โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
They hate ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ; killing someone just because they're โsupernaturalโ is disgusting & inhumane, their hatred does not extend towards ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ though, since her actual priority seems to be the safety of the general public (including supernatural civilians) โ๏ธ
๐ช๐๐๐ is willing to put their life on the line to protect the โfamilyโ they've managed to scrape together: doesn't matter if you're a ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง, member of the ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ก, or some rando ๐ค
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๐ช๐๐๐ means โ๐ด๐ฌ๐บโ (French)
๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ means โ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จโ (French)
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๐ผ๐น: @veirsewrites
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You know, I don't see a lot of people talking about this moment in the TF2 comics right here, seconds after Sniper realizes he's actually from New Zealand. Does anyone else think about how freaking insecure Sniper must have been growing up?
I know it has a somewhat comedic tone but I can't help but think about poor Sniper as a kid wondering why he was so different but never knowing why. With other Aussies being huge and muscular he must have thought something was wrong with him. And I feel like you can actually see the relief on his face in the bottom panel.
Also, side note, I love the bit about him throwing rocks from a tree which absolutely foreshadows his future as a sniper. His whole thing is shooting people from far away because he was never built to go on the offensive.
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favourite comic detail is the implication that medic cut sniper's fuck ass haircut in the middle of that 12 hr surgery
the lil bit on his neck is gone thats how you can tell. medic fucking buzzed his goofy mullet. you dont cut a patients hair unless you're performing surgery in that region. all his stitches are abdominal.
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Jason cursed. This is on par for most of his evenings, as it was rare that he ever got a peaceful night. However, this? This takes the goddamn cake and smashes it on his face.
Red Hood stood, with a portable wet vacuum in his halo bed hands, cursing everything in the world as he cleaned and followed the small puddles of Lazarus water. The people in the streets give him a wide berth, having long learned the intricacies of Red101: if the Red Hood is doing weird shit but thereโs no gun in his hand, you make sure youโre not the reason heโll have a gun in his hand.
โO, you there?โ
โCopy.โ
โMark this priority, would you?โ His voice is tense, pissed. โSome bastardโs dripping Lazarus water all over my territory.โ
A pause.
Oracleโs calm voice flowed through his helmet, โThen weโll have to watch out for League influence. Iโll let the others know. Red Robin?โ
Red Robin chimed in, โYeah, already on it. Itโs weird though, Raโs isnโt supposed to be here for another two and a half weeks.โ
โAnd how would you know about my grandfatherโs movements?โ
โCareful, Robin, I might become your grandma!โ Red Robin chirped sadistically, before clicking off his comms, snickering at Robinโs spluttering.
โJesus fuck. Iโll try to hunt down the bastard from the ground. O?โ
โCanโt help you. The cameras around your area has been scrambled for the last half an hour.โ
โShit.โ Red Hood tensed, one hand going for his pistol as the streetโs current inhabitants wisely vacated the area.
โHood. Donโt go in alone. It could be a trap.โ
โWhatever, B, youโre not the boss of me.โ
โGive me three minutes. Iโm close by. Do not go in without back up, little wing.โ Nightwing piped in, and Red Hood could hear the faint whooshing noises of a quiet grapple.
โCass and I are close by as well. Staking out a place but we could be on standby if needed.โ
Two taps. Cassโ tacit agreement.
โGot it.โ
When Nightwing gets there, they follow the trail into a dead end with no sign of any scaling of the wall or secret passages.
โFuck! What the fuck are we chasing, a ghost?โ
โDonโt even joke like that-โ Nightwing said. โYouโll set Red off again.โ
Jason kicked at the wall.
โFuck!โ
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On the other side of the wall, thirty minutes earlier:
โLife is like a hurricane, here in Duckbergโฆโ Danny mumbled as he stumbled away. Heโd saved his alley kids from a pretty serious mugging that ended with a stabbing that Danny foolishly allowed to touch him because he wanted to keep the wicked looking knife. Normally, heโd be able to brush this off, but with his recent injuries, mental stress, and the lack of food that is the hallmark of a homeless teenager, Danny barely kept himself conscious as he stumbled into a particularly dense in ectoplasm dead end.
โNapping placeโฆ napping placeโฆโ Danny mumbled before eyeing the brick wall. Yeah, okay, heโs slept in weirder places. He could sleep in the dumpster, butโฆ heโd smell and Danny could not handle an infection. So, he went intangible, invisible, and pulled the knife out of his body. As he settled in (quite literally into) the stone wall for his nap, Danny manages to mold his ectoplasm to hold his cut up stomach together.
Danny allows sleep to take him, blissfully unaware of the glowing green puddles of ghost blood heโd left behind.
โโ
Jason, terrified: heโs in the walls!! Heโs in the fucking walls!
Danny, quoting vines and tiktoks while napping in walls for that back support option: thanks for checking in! Iโm still a piece of GaRBaGe.
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