since it's the first of april let me talk abt my fav prank of tgcf is when xie lian made his communication array password be 'just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times' just cuz he thought he was being funny and I imagine it went like this
other gods : so, what's your communication array password ?? let's be friends
xie lian : just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times ^_^
other gods : ...
xie lian : the password is just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times
which led to no one talking to him in the first place during his first ascension meanwhile xie lian and feng xin just giggling together cuz of the joke
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"I'm the peaceful solution guy in this group. So why don't you just start f*** talking right the f*** now?"
Handsome 3'3 guy can glower at me all day. (Did that, in fact, all Wednesday while I drew this.)
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“This is where you live?”
Jason drops the duffle bag on the counter, “Yeah. It’s no manor, kid. I told you.”
He’s not self conscious. He’s not. This apartment is fuckin’ nice ok? He spent a lot of money on decor and proper kitchenware and furniture and shit.
But Jason also knows that, objectively speaking, it doesn’t hold a candle to Wayne manor and its fifty-something bedrooms. That place is basically its own country.
Bruce nods.
“I like it,” he says solemnly, walking over towards the window to peek through the blinds. The view from up here isn’t exactly panorama level but the building is one of the tallest in Crime Alley and Jason’s apartment is on the top floor, so it does provide a pretty good view of a good portion of the Alley. “It doesn’t feel as empty.”
Jason pauses where he’s resetting the traps and alarms by the door, glancing over his shoulder to where Bruce is starting to tentatively explore the living space and is struck by how violently out of place the boy looks with his rigid posture and elegantly curved eyebrows. Even the plain hoodie, faded hand-me-down jeans and ridiculous wool cap aren’t enough to hide how utterly not Crime Alley born-and-bred he is. Everything about Bruce is basically screaming rich-Bristol-trust-fund-kid.
Which, yeah. Checks out.
Jason clears his throat and clicks the security on, waiting for the small light at the side to switch from green to red.
“Your room’s the one down the hall to the left. Right one is mine. Door at the end of the hall is the bathroom.”
Bruce hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulder, eyes eerily vacant as always, but Jason wants to think that there’s a sliver of curiosity behind that steely gaze anyways as he inclines his head and makes his way down the hall.
As soon as the kid vanishes around the corner Jason allows himself a moment to exhale and run a hand down his face tiredly.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What was he thinking.
How the fuck is he supposed to raise a tiny Bruce Wayne with his older furry counterpart running around Gotham at night hunting criminals? Criminals like Jason?
Nothing. He was thinking nothing. And it’s about to bite him in the ass.
No way can he build a criminal empire and take over the drugs and weapons trade with a traumatized nine year old dependent on him.
God dammit.
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CW: ANGST AND “DOLL BLOOD” AND “CRYING”
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Tfw when ur girl can’t stand the thought of you catching her at a moment of weakness so she represses and manipulates most emotions and situations in a desperate attempt to avoid any chance of you reaching out to support her because she’s terrified of not being good enough not only to you and the people around you but to herself as well and also she’s a ragdoll and you’re a jester and there’s no escape from this madness that brought all this upon you two in the first place LMFAO.
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