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16 And the Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron, saying to them, 2 “Speak to the people of Israel, saying, These are the living things that you may eat among all the animals that are on the earth. 3 Whatever parts the hoof and is cloven-footed and chews the cud, among the animals, you may eat. 4 Nevertheless, among those that chew the cud or part the hoof, you shall not eat these: The camel, because it…
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"fuck all men" damn girl ALL OF THEM? thats an ambitious goal but I won't stop you
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My life experience and fucked up relationship with religion has given me a really weird perspective on blasphemy I think
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I feel like the only reasons Caine would ever be a good husband is:
1. His old programming is like 'make the humans happy' and so despite the virus, with how out of bounds a marriage is between ai and human in the circus, the ai simply decided to look for anything to tell him what to do and decided to use the old ai since the Internet gave him... interesting results last time. (Less likely)
2. He is so obsessed with the concept of being perfect that he'd rather be a perfect husband, faux loving and such, than take the easy route of just pretending like nothing ever happened and treating Pomni the same. (Most likely)
Along with reason 2 though, he'd probably try to extend that perfection to Pomni as his perceived 'extension'. Maybe make her take etiquette classes and whatnot or something to correct any behaviours that, while performing, (or at dinner cough cough) he heavily dislikes. So eventually the only place she can truly be herself is at the Manor. Being privy to such a side of Pomni would likely be seen as 'marriage things' to Caine so he'd likely be delighted, even if annoyed or weirded out with Pomni and her emotions from time to time.
I think this ran away from me a little bit.
ee hehe aahaha haha *twirls hair* noo~ guyss~ Stop giving me ideass~ noo and they're in character too~? ooh noo i hate thiiisss *shoves this in my brain*
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Cujo the Bathound
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Now a fic on AO3 :) : Let Dead Dogs Lie
“Hand over the dog.”
Gotham’s reputation for crime and many flavors of strange preceded it, but Danny did not anticipate being robbed at sword point for a dog. Granted, a green, glowing dog does attract some attention, but this was a city with rampaging clowns and toxic sludge. Cujo wriggled excitedly in his arms, tightening the leash wrapped around Danny’s wrist.
“This dog?” Danny freed his other hand to point at Cujo emphatically, cartoonishly looking around the deserted alleyway as if the sword swinging child might have been mistaken. “Are you sure? You can have my wallet, it has 15 cents and a Bat Burger punch card, only one more visit for a free side!”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“Yeah, I heard you used to get a free combo. Punch cards aren’t what they used to be.” The edge of the blade pressed into Danny’s throat, Cujo jumped down and Danny raised his hands placatingly, keeping the leash out of reach of the would-be petnapper. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, what kind of person would let someone take their dog?”
The kid’s face softened slightly at that, and Danny took the opportunity to swat the sword away, scoop up Cujo, and run.
“STOP!”
Danny kept running. Faintly, he heard the click of a device, but no one pursued him. It was a good thing too. He lied about the punch card.
“Hand over the dog.”
Gotham’s reputation for crime and many flavors of strange preceded it, but Danny did not anticipate being robbed at sword point for a dog. Granted, a green, glowing dog does attract some attention, but this was a city with rampaging clowns and toxic sludge. Cujo wriggled excitedly in his arms, tightening the leash wrapped around Danny’s wrist.
“This dog?” Danny freed his other hand to point at Cujo emphatically, cartoonishly looking around the deserted alleyway as if the sword swinging child might have been mistaken. “Are you sure? You can have my wallet, it has 15 cents and a Bat Burger punch card, only one more visit for a free side!”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“Yeah, I heard you used to get a free combo. Punch cards aren’t what they used to be.” The edge of the blade pressed into Danny’s throat, Cujo jumped down and Danny raised his hands placatingly, keeping the leash out of reach of the would-be petnapper. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, what kind of person would let someone take their dog?”
The kid’s face softened slightly at that, and Danny took the opportunity to swat the sword away, scoop up Cujo, and run.
“STOP!”
Danny kept running. Faintly, he heard the click of a device, but no one pursued him. It was a good thing too. He lied about the punch card.
Cujo was Ace the Bathound. Need I say more???
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