A Wild Headcanon Meme Appears!

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✭ A HEADCANON/QUESTIONS MEME ✭
Because there's never a wrong time for headcanon.

→ Post with a list of your characters.
→ Comment to other people asking them questions about their lineup. Ask anything you can think of: questions about personal headcanon, thoughts on your CR, hypothetical situations, off-screen interactions, future plans, serious business, random crack, whatever!
→ Respond to the questions you receive!
→ LEARN NEW THINGS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS THAT YOU NEVER KNEW BEFORE.
→ Discover things your characters have in common and forge excellent CR and shenanigans accordingly.
→ Repeat steps 2-5 forever.
→ Holy Voltorbs.

Comments

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Ideally speaking, where would Carmen want the Dead Philosophers' CR to end up? Assuming that she could manage to get any outcome she wanted without Kimblee becoming some sort of bizarre pod person in the process if it were to be a bit on the improbable side - what is the endgame she'd want most out of this?

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WRONG JOURNAL DON'T CARE

...and that...is actually an excellent question because I think at this point even Carmen isn't exactly sure what endgame she's hoping for her. Possibly because she's not in any particular hurry to advance things toward that endgame when she's fairly content with how things are going right now? This requires further thought and reflection on my part, but one of the big components is, she likes having an intellectual rival. And the more I reflect on it, the more it strikes me that really the only times when she seems to get actively upset with him are when it involves him doing something that hurts other people — whether it be en masse by firing into a crowd, or possibly making his boyfriend feel bad through something stupid he did. The sociopathy doesn't really bother her, the war stories don't...precisely bother her largely because they're in the past so it's not like being upset about them is going to change anything anyway, and frankly even when he's sniping at her or taking shots at their differences, so long as he's not actively Hannibal-ing her into submission, she almost kind of appreciates the...perspective, if you will, on some of her own worse points.

I think honestly she takes an unusual amount of comfort in the fact that he's (I can't believe I'm saying this) supportive of her on an intellectual level but makes no demands of her whatsoever on an emotional one. She's getting her necessary mental stimulation and it doesn't come with hurt or feelings attached. Which isn't to say she doesn't live for the moments when she can corner him into praising her or doing something that could read as that kind of interest, but I do think she'd have started backpedalling out of this shit a long time ago if there were Actual Feelings around to get tangled up in this.

(Admittedly, she's still kind of weird when boyfriends come up, largely because she's more comfortable talking about what she independently is feeling and trying to work through it than she is — despite all appearances to the contrary — talking about The Relationship as a thing that two people engaged in together. She hides it well, though.)

Ideally, I think she would get him to embrace the idea of doing exactly what he already does, but to take on the new element of "and don't kill anyone while you're doing it". Really, that's what Carmen would argue is a higher standard of perfection, anyway — to do your craft with such precision that no one gets hurt in the process. Which makes things hard when your craft is murderin' people, but I digress.

All things considered, she is really weirdly fond of having him as a rival-friend. The new element of this "teacher" thing is...going to make things decidedly more complicated because of her longstanding habit of (older) men who influence her life, but it also means she's kind of weirdly attaching to him. Which is stupid. Like really really stupid Carmen what are you doing.

So in the grand scheme of things, I think she could be perfectly happy endgaming it out with an outcome of "professional contemporaries" whose methods do not always align and whose perspectives sometimes conflict, but by and large they're both generally fond enough of each other to

oh fuck it they're Aziraphale and Crowley. There's your endgame. BAM.