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[mollythepathologist-a]

Morality

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His calm composure did nothing for the broiling anger within her small frame. How could he be so cavalier about this? Those men were dead, their lives stolen away. Even if they were terrible men, who was he to decide their fate? 

“Even if you’re right, even if they were going to do something to me, what you did was excessive. Who are you to pass judgement on them? Why didn’t you call the police? Don’t say there wasn’t time. I know you could have made time, that you could have given the Yard all the evidence they would ever need.” she responded, her small feet pattering against the hardwood floor as she paced. 

She couldn’t stay still. 

“If it wasn’t because you didn’t think me capable than why? Even if Bart’s wasn’t close, I’m smart enough to evade a pair of idiots like that. You taught me that. So why did you kill them, decorate the streets with them if you believe in me so much?” 

[carmauxen-blog]

@convolutedcriminal:

“That’s harsh. What IF you got drunk, would you despise yourself then?” QUERIED she as she  perched her knuckles beneath her chin.

[mollythepathologist-a]

Unpredictable

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“Gods yes.” she said in return, having followed after him, arms wrapped tightly around her shivering form. The flat was cozy, it’s warmth a welcoming contrast to the snow that blanketed the city and she could feel the warmth chasing the chill from her bones, fingertips tingling with returning sensation. 

“What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you until tonight.” she asked curiously, hands rubbing at her arms almost lazily. She was still suspicious of him, of his sudden affection. They were friends, practically family, but Jim had never been one for kisses or touching at all. It was..different. 

[mollythepathologist-a]

Sick Day

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Molly let out a deep sigh and put her hands on her hips, a most motherly gesture. A trait that was further accentuated by the words that fell from her thin lips next.

“You haven’t been sleeping again have you?” she asked, her tone gentle and her warm eyes looking over him with familial concern, a few steps closing the distance between them and her hand reaching out to press against his forehead.

The pathologist was constantly worrying about her morally corrupt friend. Despite their differences, Molly understood that his apathy and boredom in the world took it’s toll on every fiber of his being. He was consumed by it, he couldn’t turn it off and that kept him awake. Chronic insomnia dealt a massive blow to the immune system and it was times like this that she was reminded that he was, in fact, human. 

[hippano]

Okay okay okay as someone with a near degree in psychology I'm gonna let you know there is nothing wrong with using the words psychopath and sociopath because they aren't even real terms anymore to describe mental illness. It's now conduct disorders and anti social personality disorder so like actually it's not a problem.

Thank you! I think the terms themselves shouldn’t matter as much as the intent behind the words. 

[mollythepathologist-a]

Would you care to talk about headcanons and feelings involving Molly and Jim, whether Dark!Molly or otherwise?

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[mollythepathologist-a]

Any headcannons you're particularly happy/excited with that you wrote? Any you've found in the fandom and kept?

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[mollythepathologist-a]

What's your favorite food vs Molly's favorite food?

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