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Roleplay blog for DuckTales oc Mercury Black
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|| Oh lord, save my soul, take my pain and turn it into gold ||
Roleplay blog for DuckTales oc Mercury Black
|| About || Verses || Rules || NPCs || Artbook ||
(All links are mobile friendly)
That man is an unadoptable shelter dog and I need someone to take him to his forever home and let him slowly but eventually ease into feeling safe and loved for the first time in his life
Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.
i love when characters get angry when they're frightened. shelter dog characters. i love when they bite, not able to tell the difference between a hand that feeds and a hand that strikes. there is no difference. a hand is a hand is a fist. i love characters that are deemed unadoptable. unlovable.
and i love when someone loves them. i love when someone sits with them, patient. they don't flinch at the snarling and snapping. they're not trying to fix it—there's nothing to be fixed. this is you, all of you, and ill wait. because one day, one day you'll take the treat. go on, draw my blood. spit and curse and rage. you're safe with me. one day, you'll feel safe with me.
The "This character who is flawed, traumatized and hurting cannot be saved by love. But they can choose recovery because they are loved"-trope makes me just... I think I need to lay down.
I heart prey animal rage I love when characters are fucking insane with terror
When they're not dangerous like a hunter but dangerous like a spooked horse kicking your skull in
Let's hear it for prey animal rage let's hear it for killing everyone else in the world before you'll let them catch you
-shoves the tiniest purple swatch of bad stockingette knit into her hands- "Here, it's for you. >:(" /Mercury
"Oh! Maybe I should try knitting, too-- then it'd be something we're all learning together! Wouldn't that be neat?"
"Shut up! I was only trying to prove that vagabond could have done better on your Christmas present!"
"I knew he had it in for you. Did he give it to a dog to play tug-of-war with before he wrapped it?"
Once all the pieces were face-side-up, he frowned down at them, then picked up the box to look, then frowned at the puzzle again.
"Oh that bitch," he said. "You would know he'd pull that kind of horseshit!"
Her head tilted. "Would you be as harsh about how it looks if I were the one learning how to knit?"
For a moment, Mercury's reaction to the puzzle was... well... puzzling. "Isn't this one of your favorite--" then it dawned on her, and she fell into a fit of her voiceless giggles. "--Oh, that's cheeky! Well, we'll just have to do a lot of it by shape. First, let's find all the edges."
"Probably," he grumbled half-heartedly, but it was more to save face than an honest conviction. His grumbling melded into grumbling about the puzzle instead, and how he knew "that lying vagabond" didn't really get him a present to be nice.
"I saw through him from the get-go, though."
Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag
"That's an ugly scarf. Who saddled you with that?" he asked as he took his knife to the tape on the box and dumped the puzzle pieces out on the floor in front of the couch.
"Mr. Qrow made it. My naneth would have said it has 'character'. Besides, it's my favorite color."
Unbothered as can be, she plopped down and began righting any pieces that had landed on the floor face-down so they were properly picture-side-up.
"I knew he had it in for you. Did he give it to a dog to play tug-of-war with before he wrapped it?"
Once all the pieces were face-side-up, he frowned down at them, then picked up the box to look, then frowned at the puzzle again.
"Oh that bitch," he said. "You would know he'd pull that kind of horseshit!"
"Ironwoof's hussy gave me a puzzle for Christmas. Come put it together with me." -Mercury
All told, it didn't take much convincing-- wholesome family-adjacent bonding activities rarely did. With a cheery "Puzzles are fun," she trailed after Mercury, still wrapped up in the scarf Qrow had knit her.
"That's an ugly scarf. Who saddled you with that?" he asked as he took his knife to the tape on the box and dumped the puzzle pieces out on the floor in front of the couch.
my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."
my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else
this post has been very fun for me because I rarely post anything that's not like, specific to my fandoms yk but now I get to see everybody tagging this with their favorite traumatized guys and it's cool
(Mercury) Gives Rossiel one of these for Christmas, which he definitely paid for, promise (🤞)
"For you or whatever."
[She knows Merc isn't big on hugs, so she doesn't go in for one, but Rossiel is still absolutely beaming with joy as she slips the key-bracelet on her wrist and tilts the journal around to watch the glitter tumble this way and that inside the cover.]
"Thank you! It's very neat!"
"Yeah, well. You got me fancy pajamas and junk. And I ain't got peneumonia this winter so. You know."
🎁 for Mr Scrunkly? (Mercury)
"Merry Christmas!"
Inside the package, Mercury would find a cozy set of winter pajamas-- black, with red piping, and an 'M' monogrammed on the chest-pocket.
"Shew! These is fancy!"
um your poor little meow meow chewed through his leash and is now perpetuating the cycle of violence