Mar 8, 2020
"The one member of my family I actually respect enough to call Grandpa."
“.... I’m torn between feeling validated and feeling pissed at being called old. So for now I’m just going to pat your head and tell you you’re a good girl.”
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"The one member of my family I actually respect enough to call Grandpa."
“.... I’m torn between feeling validated and feeling pissed at being called old. So for now I’m just going to pat your head and tell you you’re a good girl.”
- - > @clarentcall liked this post for a starter!
| | Oh great. This one looked like a fully-fledged huntress.
With teeth gritted, the crimelord kept his view kept carefully from around the corner of a wall, cane in hand while twirling in anxious fingers. Stealing dust from a specialty store was quite the risky choice on his part- especially when his henchmen were more focused on dealing with silencing the employee managing the shipment in the back of the store, quite the distance from him. ‘Oh, you can rely on your men Roman,’ that overzealous woman.. ugh, no, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about the matter like that.
But he couldn’t stay here forever.
Torchwick turned quickly to the street, darting on hasty feet away from the sudden noise of alarms a small distance behind him, mentally hoping that the huntress went for the louder sound rather than him.
"Ahem, Grandpa Mordred is the rightful heir to the throne, you're all just cowards. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, that is all."
“Heh! See, this one gets it--”
“Wait, who the hell are you callin’ Grandpa?!”
@clarentcall
It was a normal concert like many others but it was also the first under their new name, and the fans were cheering loudly when it ended. Still Chris was exhausted and went back to her rooms, refusing another encore....they had done three already, and plopping onto the couch in her dressing room. She didn’t even look up when Nat entered the room, just reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, she downed the entire thing. “Did you enjoy the show?” Unlike when she was on stage Chris was back to her normal self, on stage she appeared cheery, energetic, excitable, almost her total opposite from her real self, determined, angsty, and a bit cold.
“God damn, where is my food....that drained my ass.”
"BEDIVERE!!! I'M OFF TO COMMIT CRIMES!!!!!!!" [mostly just sent this in for the giggles.]
“W-What?! No don’t do that! stop!” Yeah he is going to be chasing after her now! have fun with that!
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Thank you Sadies! You are very Good Civ too you know!
clarentcall replied to your post: “Ya know, I always liked the stories of Mordred...
“Whelp, never lettin’ ya forget that one, Songbird.~”
“Ya know, unlike most things I don’t really care. I’m not ashamed of it, Mordred’s a legend, she’s a King among peasants, and a goddess among mortals. I’m not ashamed at all of my admiration of her, it was her stories that got me through a lot of the shit I had to deal with growing up.”