His Dark Materials where everything is the same except Mrs Coulter’s daemon is the stylish but illegal monkey
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“horsey got spooked and wouldn’t listen to me! I kept getting tossed on its back, and next thing I know….here I am!”
Happy anniversary to the game who gave me one of my favorite characters ever, Mr. Amber Fire Emblem
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Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).
He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.
And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.
No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.
Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)
He needs to be quick.
Efficient.
Perfect.
And so he comes and goes like the wind.
Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.
Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.
He'd rather he never be late ever again.
It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...
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" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.
"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.
Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.
He imagines hearing a clock ticking.
Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?
Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.
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Warren, posting online: Blood bounces quite strikingly on snow not only because of the obvious color/contrast discrepancy, but the large difference in temperatures.
Max: Another post to add to the list of "I swear I'm not a serial killer, just a photographer."
Chloe: i'm not even a photographer and this is awesome
Rachel: I'm not even a serial killer, and I love this
Mr. Jefferson: I'm a serial killer.
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imagine ghostface with an autistic victim, or just someone who likes to talk
“what’s yr fave scary movie”
“eeeeeerrrrr.. *goes on a talking spree for a rough hour before deciding that wasn’t their favorite and again talks about another scary movie for ANOTHER hour.* “
*immediate dial tone*
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Forget the plaid shirts. The new notice unlocked nearly every character who turns out to be ghostface, which tends to wear either blue or white.
White represents purity, while Blue represents relaxation. This is the opposite to them since the majority of their motive is either revenge or fame.
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