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She is so specifically tuned to find and know and understand death, who the restful dead are and who the restless are, and she wanted to be a zoologist which is just a blanket study of life right beneath the bigger umbrella that is biology. And yet, because she is squarely in the middle of that as an undead being, she can’t apply a goddamn thing from either knowledge set. So instead she quite literally jams them together going, I know death and life and animals. Clearly, I am half-bat.

Except she died and came back. Her heart’s not beating and she cannot accept that, won’t even entertain the idea because if she came back wrong where does that leave her? Especially if she came back feeling the exact same way she always did, loving animals and being biased towards herpetology. Even the name Bat Child is fucked. She’s not a bat or a child. She’s forty years old and stuck in her twenty year old college student body! But she can’t be taken seriously as an adult because she got turned just shy of looking like she has any life experience. So… she gets treated like a child, and she’s less than human, and that makes her Bat Child.

Fucking chef’s kiss, no notes.

Ally as HJ Wingstreet weeps openly, "I still want that."

Lou as LaVonte Worthy sighs, "let's go get you a fucking baked potato."

HJ whines, "I still want that."

City Council of Darkness, Episode 9: A Bid, a Banksy, and the Bird in the Basement

Dream Team antics.

continuing to out myself as a sappy fool with some more Corruption-recovery skk doodles from awhile back

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