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like father like daughter

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Carmen (the world-renowned, master thief, arguably the greatest thief in the world) thinks Jules is the coolest person ever.

Meanwhile you look over at Julia and she’s had a tumblr account since 2012, probably with multiple sideblogs that she ran like the Navy. She remembers superwholock and the 2012 Avengers era where Hawkeye lived in the vents for some reason.

She’s read and probably written fanfic since she was 13. She knows of fanfic.net, she knows of Y/N being sold to One Direction on Wattpad. She can operate AO3 filters in her sleep.

She knows the FNAF lore front to back (definitely also has her own theories), attends ren fairs (costume making included), and has hundreds of hours logged in Minecraft.

She knows how to play D&D, probably had a punk or other alt phase (it might still be lurking like a sleeper agent), and has probably seen Jurassic Park so many times she could put on a one-woman show of it perfectly.

She’s read Percy Jackson and had a subsequent Greek mythology obsession.

…And Carmen is absolutely correct her girlfriend is The Coolest

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Carmen headcanons bc I'm obsessed with her or something

(It's a long post y'all I have a lot of thoughts about her)

Flying from destination to destination is one of the few places that Carmen can rest easy. No capers, few obligations besides the occasional mission brief, and several hours of nothing to do. It's no wonder then that the second the plane leaves the ground, Carmen's fast asleep without fail. She tries to stay awake to catch a movie with Zack and Ivy, or even just to prove that she doesn't always fall asleep, but she inevitably does. Zack, Ivy, and Player occasionally tease her about it

Carmen associates her experiences with things around her very strongly. On one hand, this makes her extremely sentimental, but on the other hand, a single unpleasant experience can ruin something for her for months. She couldn't stand chocolate for some time after Big Bad Ivy caper

Despite her strong associations, she still enjoys the nickname Lambkins and looks back on it rather nostalgically, though her feelings about Coach Brunt do complicate it a bit. It's being called Black Sheep that she truly can't stand. It makes her a bit angry that she still instinctively responds to the name

Despite her more materialistic tendencies, she very rarely collects souvenirs. They're difficult to constantly travel with, but she starts slowly collecting more things once HQ is established

She wishes she didn't get so antsy staying in one place for more than a couple of weeks. She'd love to be able to stay somewhere for a month or more to fully experience it, but she knows it'll just make her stir crazy

The first few months after Carmen escaped Vile Island were... rough. There was a lot about the outside world she still didn't know, and she grappled with her beliefs of right and wrong trying to unlearn what VILE had taught her. Until Player was able to decrypt the VILE hard drive, she was just kind of coasting off the little money Player could send, and the kindness of strangers in a world she'd never really experienced before, and as much as she enjoyed her freedom, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't scared. She'd never admit it, but she attributes at least some of her high end tastes to trying to distance herself from that time

She also did a lot of experimenting on her appearance when she left. No longer bound to VILE's rules and expectations about how she should look, she had a wild frenzy of phases in the span of just a few months before settling on her signature red look. There are lots of other aesthetic style choices she loves, but red clothing+long hair was just too sentimental for her to pass up.

It was... a very awkward phase for her, she doesn't really like to talk about it.

People often have a difficult time trying to pinpoint where she's from. She has a weird mish-mash of linguistic knowledge where she'll know a slang term specific to a specific area of a specific country, but then speak the rest of the language so stiffly that it's obvious that her proficiency in that language is otherwise rudimentary. This is a result of being taught lots of little things from lots of VILE trainees over the years, and applies to more than just her language skills

If someone asks where she's from she says she's from the Canary Islands. There's been a few occasions where she's met people also from there who are a bit confused about how little she shares with the culture, which she waves away as a result of traveling a lot and going to an international school. Not technically wrong...

Team Red runs an incredibly tight ship when it comes to preparing for capers. VILE has them planned out for months in advance, with hundreds of operatives and supporting crew around the world to pull them off, meaning that Team Red has to be in top form when it comes to beating VILE at their own game. They're usually planning out multiple capers at any given time. Frankly, most of Carmen's belongings at this point are hundreds of maps, diagrams, spreadsheets, and plans for each caper, and their debrief sessions can go very late into the night and even into early morning, even on their "days off". When he first joins the team, Shadowsan genuinely has no idea how they keep track of it all

She visits security conferences as frequently as she can and reads up on it often. The better she is about staying ahead of the curve about new developments in the field means she usually already knows what she's getting herself into before she arrives at the location to stake it out.

Zero cold tolerance. None at all. She doesn't stay in most places long enough to get acclimated to the weather, so she remains accustomed to the warm climate of Vile Island. Walking on snow is where you're bound to see her at her clumsiest, despite Zack and Ivy's best efforts to teach her

She however, refuses to teach Zack and Ivy any tricks of her trade. It's one thing for her to use her thieving skills for good, but she honestly feels like she shouldn't have them as a result of VILE's training if their intended use was for evil, and feels similarly about teaching it to others. Shd also feels like she'd be unnecessarily putting them in harm's way if they went out of their way to pull the same stunts as her. It's a point of contention between the team that Zack, Ivy, and Carmen have simply had to agree to disagree on

Even when Carmen's not working, she's working. Planning a caper, researching, practicing a language, learning a new skill (where do you think she found the time to learn how to ride a motorcycle, after all?)

Once VILE is defeated, she finds herself becoming quite antsy without something to do 24/7, and for a while she wonders if she's even cut out for a civillian life despite how much she thought she wanted it

Undiagnosed autism and ADHD. She doesn't realize it until she sees the same traits in Carlotta and some of the orphanage kids

Carmen has a difficult time getting immersed in fantasy genres. Her suspension of disbelief won't allow it, and she mostly just finds herself confused trying to understand the worldbuilding or anything that doesn't make logical sense to her

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day 22 of pride drawings!

for june 22 we have carmen sandiego from where in the world is carmen sandiego!

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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

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LISTEN. LISTEN EVERYONE. So in This Savage Song the marks that are used to count the days since a sunai has "gone dark" are like black somethings right. Black tallies for August, black stars for Ilya, and black crosses for Leo. But what if they were in white? Cus that way they would be barely visible on their skins in the light, but would constrast more with their skin when theres shadows cast upon them. Sunai, like the corsai and malchai, are born from violence. Violence that usually occurs in the dark. And we know that out of the three kinds of monsters born from violence, the sunai are most people-like. So wouldn't it be fitting that their tally marks would barely be visible from other people during the day, but would be clearer to see in the shadows or at night?

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Getting kidnapped as a superhero is rather embarrassing, but at least you were certain that your friends would rescue you. Which is why it came as a massive shock to you to see one of your villains bust the door of you cell open and unlock your restraints.

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Red hot love

Summary: on a caper nigel gets hurt and who else helped him other than the friendly ghost.

Tw: descriptions of blood and stabbing, agnst, gun use, metion of death.

if you are uncomfortable with anything of the sort do not read!

Much love, froggie <3

"What are we looking for?" Roundabout humming into communicator, he knew excatly what they were doing, and Mealstrom knew it was purely to hear him sepak.

He had to admit the communicator was impressive. One that Dr. Bellum had eagerly modified for him and Gunnar's first mission after their graduation caper. It was clean and thinner than most, having a built-in stun gun, one she wished to improve on, and a small clip, one that would immediately alert his fellow operatives if pulled.

One he believed he had no need of as he could get himself out of any situation.

"The painting. Over stairwell. On the third floor." Gunnar replied, Nigel could faintly hear his footsteps, light and calm despite this place teeming with randoms and drunkards. The violent types.

"Ah, over the stairwell. Simple truly? Then in the common room and lastly in the parlour." Roundabout murmured. "Thank you, Casper." He teased. "Roundabout." It wasn't shouted or even annoyed, it was calm with a small hum... in that velvet voice that made him melt. "Right, apologies, Mealstrom." The hum Nigel got in return made him chuckle as he hung up.

He made his way through the halls and found the stairwell. But a sharp crack had made itself known, the gunfire spat out of the dark. He ran but a bullet planted itself in his abdomen. Hr found a large, cluttered room and hid.

Roundabout looked forward, sure the threat was long gone, but his abdomen remembered him. The blood seeped into his suit. "Lovely." He managed, grasping his umbrella, his sword being shielded from prying eyes within the handle. The wound made itself painfully clear.

...

As did footsteps.

Heavy and fast, unlike his fellow operatives. He knew one thing, he wasn't going to let himself be killed in some dilapidated home, one that was once full of people, now only a house to riches and artefacts.

An unlikely grave in the middle of nowhere. And he'd see to it that it wouldn't be his.

He tugged at his umbrella, trying to stay upright and quiet, removing its blade for a short-handled gun. The shadow, tall and square, stormed into the room. Roundabout dampened his breathes and listened.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" The voice boomed, ragged like a smoker. The sound of crumbling wall clearly showed instability, for once he found himself wishing it was Coach Brunt's abrupt rage.

A stomp, another second closer.

Roundabout looked at the shadows. They showed him so much and gave away so little. He held his gun near. Ready for the attack. One shot. That's all he had.

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Another striking thump of a foot. Nigel let his brows frown. Concentration and small sense... of helplessness... one of which he swiftly pushed away.

He glanced at his communicator. Left with so few options, the small clip was expertly made but the doctor made him think. A single pull would alert another operative, he only hoped that no one else was in a situation like his.

As another thud of a step rang out in the room he pulled it. Unsure if it actually worked.

He rested his head against the wall as the shadow crept closer and closer, his abdomen screeching in agony as he forced himself upright.

With a slam the door flew open, Nigel shut his eyes and prayed it was an operative or even law enforcement at this stage, as a single gunshot rang from the entrance, rattling the entire room. The shadow collapsed.

The uniform made it clear who it was. "Pig." Nigel huffed under his breath. "Dirty fucking pig."

The new footsteps that spoke to the room were light and quick. "Gunnar." Nigel managed out as the pain from his wound intensified as his adrenaline ran short.

"I-I'm over here." He called. The footsteps quickened and in no time Gunnar was right in front of Nigel, helping him to the floor. Gunnar's cold hand deftly began work, removing his coat and shirt, Nigel chuckled. "Take me to dinner first." He joked, earning a glare from Gunnar, making him smile underneath his annoyance. "Din idiot mann." Gunnar huffed plainly taking out some iodine from the small first aid kit. "I wasn't idiotic, Gunnar. That man was manic." Nigel sighed rolling his eyes.

He shut the tightly and winced as the bitter liquid trailed into his wound, gripping his discarded shirt. "Slappe av," Gunnar replied, his hand rubbing Nigels' waist, making the tanned man blush. "Right," Nigel whispered shutting his eyes as his wound was disinfected, cleaned and wrapped. "Thank you, Casper." Nigel smiled, Gunnar groaned at the nickname and hosted him up. "I should've left you for dead." He spoke, low and gravelly, his mouth inches from Nigel's ear. He blushed and choked on the air. "Gunnar, goodness, if you got any closer I'd think you liked me-mhp..." He was proved correct as Mealstrom's lips met his.

It was sweet and calm...Nigel's eyes fluttered shut as he rested a hand on Gunnar's cheek and kissed him further, which was swiftly reciprocated as Gunnar tugged him harshly, making him fall forward and kiss him rougher. Nigel separated from Gunnar for a moment. "Gu-ngh!" He was tugged back into a kiss once more.

Their lungs burned like lime and they separated for air, leaving Nigel breathless in more than one way. "Does that answer your questions?" Gunnar gave a cocky strike and hooked his arm under Nigels, unessasary but much appreciated.

"I suppose we owe Dr. Bellum a thank you."

"You owe her an apology, Nigel."

"Hush!"

Ok so another headcanon of mine is that Nigel only started using a cane as he got older, instead of using an umbrella to conceal his sword in his younger years.

Also *Slappe av means *relax*

And *din idiot mann. Means *you idiotic man.

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funny that i saw someone say that gma7 changed the plot of NMT and EL fiLI for FiLay?

i dont think they get the point of time-travel/transmigration

once a character goes to a timeline that is not their own, they will change things little by little whether they like it or not.

that was the entire essence of klay's role in the already finished stories.

(also fidel barely made ripples in the narrative until either klay or ibarra proddded him)

(that was the effect of klay being dropped into their world)

(fidel would have remained a NPC unless he was pulled into the narrative by klay)

jfc tell me you dont write stories without telling me

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I fw it 🗣🗣🗣

Alright guys do we fw zarineaux yes or no

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just by the fact that Fidel was involved in the major events of NMT, he would always have "the wrong timing" in his courtship and pursuance of Klay. That's the entire point of the book, that whatever good and wholesome things Ibarra, Maria Clara, Elias and their friends did, it will always still end in tragedy as long as there are Salvis, Damasos', Lucas's scheming in the background.

I don't think Rizal wanted people to have a defeatist persona. NMT and EF were, after all, highly satirical and political works. They were caricatures of 19th century filipino life meant to exaggerate, to draw emotions, to "Wake people up."

The tragic truth is there is no right or wrong answer in the struggle for freedom and independence (especially on a national scale). History has often shown that even those who have the best intentions can become the most despised no matter what their actions were. History shows us that even the most despicable characters can become the heroes given time.

At the end of the day, humans will human. Everyone will have their own agenda, their own strengths, their own demons. As long as we live in a human society, as long as we are write stories that reflect humanity, hopes and desires will always collide and intertwine.

As Dostoevsky put it, sometimes freedom doesn't always mean choosing what's best for oneself, it also means that just having the ability to choose and decide one's own fate can be enough in itself.

My takeaway from those two novels and the series is that you can still do something, you can still choose kindness, you can still choose life, you can still chose to love no matter what.

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Please hold, Carmen is busy being iconic.

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cs writers: let’s try to cram in as many plot points in as little time as possible instead of using what time we have towards building up a good ending. also the US states can get fun facts for each individual state Carmen visits while we generalize entire areas of Asian countries this is fine

cs music composers:

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This came to me in a dream 😭

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OKAY DAMN MAYBE I WILL PLAY IKEPRI AGAIN OK YVES FUCK

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First yves related repost

I don't know if someone did this before

But it fits

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"Living vicariously through klay" this and that, i dont actually kin her guys 😋😋😋