johnnythundercop

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I know Balthazar by Fig & the Sig Figs is canonically a parody of How Bizarre but in my heart of hearts it’s a 12 min doom metal song w no vocals

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hey (wildeyed and covered in blood and viscera) thought about my character again. yeah the one i like

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hypothetical guy who makes callout posts for disco elysium characters and kim's starts with liking tiptop tournee and not the 6 murders

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i had a vision

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It's utterly magnetic when a character's rage is quiet and precise. When they don't scream and throw things but they just b r e a t h e and very very calmly aim their fury like an arrow shooting inexorably towards the target of their wrath. It captures my attention, I lean in close, I wait for the hit. It never disappoints.

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1x01 || 2x08

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Endless Fantasy High

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Not now honey daddy is summoning abominations beyond your wildest dreams

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Gerard Way wrapping the microphone cord around his neck as he sings ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’ in Los Angeles, CA on 10/11/2022 (x)

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CUNO — “You look like shit.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Leave me alone, Cuno.”

“Astute observation. Real detective shit.”

CUNO — “Cuno’s always on that detective shit. Observant shit. Putting pieces together like nobody’s business.”

The boy sits down beside you with a creaking of old wood. He grimaces slightly, as if doubting that the steps to the shack will support both of you at once, but then shrugs and settles into the bowing plank.

“Saw your piggy friends pack up and leave. Ditched you, did they?”

PAIN THRESHOLD — His words cause an unexpectedly sharp pang, like a blade shoved between your ribs.

COMPOSURE — You try to breathe through the pain and the creeping dread. Your lungs feel shrunken and certainly not luminous.

“It’s none of your business. Fuck off.”

“They left me to die. I’m going to die here.”

“Maybe they’ll send someone for me. Maybe they’ll come back.”

CUNO — He laughs, but it’s not his usual cackle. It’s quiet and cruel. “You stupid, or something? Nobody comes *back* to this shithole. Fucking pit. You either get out or you die here. They’re gone.”

EMPATHY — Gone like his mother, his father, his only friend in all the world. Gone like his one chance to get out.

INLAND EMPIRE — You failed him, just like you fail everyone.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know anything.”

“I’m sorry. I’m such a piece of shit. Now we’re both gonna die here.”

“Kim might come back.”

CUNO — That gives the boy pause. “…Maybe,” he admits reluctantly. “If he doesn’t wimp out and die.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — Another pang, cold and sharp. It doesn’t bear thinking about.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Somewhere else in Revachol, somewhere that feels so very far away, the lieutenant is standing on a fire escape, fingers playing at a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Thinking about another cigarette on another balcony with another person.

You do not know where he is. You do not even know if this image of him is the truth or just a fervent wish. You may never know, now.

FISHING VILLAGE — The sea is a soft roar in your ears, waves brushing the shore like your hand trailing through a dead man’s hair. It’s getting dark now. Dark and cold.

“I’m tired. Goodnight, Cuno.” [Leave]

“Why are you here?”

CUNO — “The Cuno goes wherever the fuck he wants, pig. Cuno’s town. Cuno’s village.”

LOGIC — He probably came to see if he could figure out a way to make you and the other officers take him with you. Then he saw them leave you behind and realized that there was no hope for either of you.

EMPATHY — And then he got scared. He’s afraid you’ll die and leave him all alone in the world.

CUNO — He wipes his nose on his sleeve, bundling his jacket more tightly around himself. “Cuno oughta trash your dumb shack while I’m at it.”

PERCEPTION — He said “I.” He’s still off the speed.

EMPATHY — He’s thinking about a lot of things. He feels small and sad.

INLAND EMPIRE — Like something that no one ever comes back to. Like Martinaise. Like you.

“You can have the shack when I’m gone. I won’t last long.”

“Fine, trash it. Kick me while I’m down. That’s all anybody does, anyway.”

“Please don’t trash it. It’s not mine, it’s Isobel’s.”

CUNO — “Only joking, baconman. The Cuno’s an honorable guy, you know? Not gonna pick on the elderly.” He glances at you briefly, and then away. “Or Isobel.”

DRAMA — Was that… a joke, sire? Did he mean to make you laugh?

“Fuck off, Cuno.”

“Har har.”

CUNO — Another brief glance out of the corner of his eye, and then away. His hands are restless in his lap, wringing themselves, tapping tattoos against each other. He’s rocking back and forth just a little.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — On top of everything, the withdrawal is starting to hit him hard. You know the signs all too well.

COMPOSURE — He’s trying not to let on just how scared and alone he feels without Cunoesse. The world feels big and silent to him now.

VOLITION — He needs you. And you need him.

CUNO — “So…” He clears his throat, wrapping his arms around himself and shivering as a cold wind sweeps past. “What are you gonna do? Even the pigs don’t want you. Rotten meat.”

“I’m gonna die. They know I will and they left me anyway.”

“Fuck them. I’ll tear shit up, then. Burn this town to the ground. Fuck everything.”

“I’m gonna get so drunk I forget that I ever cared about them.”

“I’m gonna keep on solving cases without their help, just like I solved this one. I don’t fucking need them.”

“I’m gonna find change for the pay phone and beg them to come back for me.”

“I’m staying right here in Martinaise. I’m not going anywhere, Cuno.”

CUNO — He wipes his nose again, but says nothing. His expression is difficult to read.

EMPATHY — He doesn’t know what to say to that. Doesn’t know if he believes you, either. But he’d like to.

FISHING VILLAGE — Seagulls call to one another in the distance. The ocean continues its gentle ministrations. The sun sets and the day ends. Still, life goes on.

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Fantasy High NPCs as text posts pt. 2

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*gently holds the dimension 20 cast in my hand* sir these are my emotional support millenials

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Strange amounts of dairy in my day to day life…. gilearposting

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i'm da giant rat that makes all of da rules

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Good Cop/Rad cop but it’s them

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Mikey Way surrounded at Warped Tour (2005) || Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli (1480s)

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bringing out the worst in each other, wine dripping in excess