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[punchlien]

when the ring leader finishes an act they take to the center of the stage, bend at their waist and bid their audience adieu with a flourish. punchline was rather unlucky to have not had a crowd for her main act but nonetheless she hopped atop the nearest garbage bin and curtsied to the empty night. “ thank you, thank you, i’m here every weekend, ” she announced to no one in particular. her words were followed by a maniacal laugh that bounced off the brick walls and practically deafened her from hearing the faint crackling in the background. she spun on her heels to squint at figure in the distance. and like a marionette doll on strings she watched a body lift from the ground one joint at a time.

had it been anyone else they might have been unnerved by the sight. any sane person would have run for their lives. but punchline never claimed to be either. instead she shuddered as a jolt of excitement shot down her spine and she couldn’t help herself from making a clever remark at the man, who should’ve been a corpse, looming in her direction. as if to save him the trouble, she skittered off the garbage can and clapped gleefully. “ what a fun little trick ! do i have to kill you again for an encore ? ” a grin split across her blood splattered features, her dark eyes glinting at the sight of the blade. it had been a long time since she had had so much fun.

it was her own carelessness that led to her head slamming against the concrete floor. she blinked hard to get rid of the stars in her eyes. her breathing was laboured with the grip around her throat but with what energy she had left, she smiled up at him. “ take a girl out to dinner first. ” in a flash, her hands shot up to dig her pointed nails into the soft flesh under his eyes. she had no intention of blinding her opponent, that would ruin her game, but she pressed hard enough to draw blood. for a brief second the scene felt almost biblical. blood trickled down his cheeks like tears and she wondered if angels looked at fearsome as he did in that moment. too bad she didn’t believe in god.

the instant she felt his grip just barely loosen she rolled out from under him, gulping for air. as soon as she had recovered from the lightness in her head she was back on her feet. punchline rubbed at her sore throat and pinched her brows in his direction. “ if this is the vibe tonight then we definitely need a safe word. how about duck ! ” daggers pulled seemingly out of thin air were hurled in his direction and aimed directly for his jugular.

she didn't play fair, and neither did he. but what happened then, was solely on him. he'd hesitated for the first time, giving her an open to completely unleash all power on him. slashed and stabbed and thrown around, movements too fast for him to predict and ward off. adrenaline too high for him to fully comprehend the gravity of the injuries he'd sustained, and then he saw black. for a moment, the world blurred around him as he thought he'd met his end, falling slack against the ground, labored breathing as his lungs filled with blood.

but it was not his time. her voice, her laughter, echoing in his mind.

before he knew it, he'd found stability over the ground, legs already moving towards her at a steady pace — the quiet of the night disturbed with the continuous cracking of his bones snapping back into place, squelching of flesh rebuilding itself layer by layer. kezo didn't look human but something monstrous, perhaps — just as monstrous as she. blood across his forehead, throat, corner of his lips.

@punchlien : “   someday ,   we’ll   remember   this   and   laugh  .   and   laugh  .   and   laugh  .   ”

it was not often that an entity could manage to get underneath kezo's skin, but this particular pest had burrowed deep within him, past the fleshy layers and muscles and had begun to rot in the marrow. she wore a body and yet he could see the darkness radiating off of her, the bloodstains of victims past still remaining on her, permanent and unrelenting — bare to the naked eye, but visible to him. it was always too close, their encounters full of unfinished jobs and almosts. it frustrated him immensely, what had been a simple job now evolved into something more personal, fiendish.

“ i'm laughing right now. ” three monotonous ha - ha - ha's followed, head erratically twisting once as his body forced the final fix. blade in hand, bloodied, though not raised as a threat but rather a toy. “ i'm really amused right now. you couldn't even make sure i was actually dead ? ” tongue clicked over his roof of his mouth, hiss leaving his lips as if he was lecturing her. “ tsk. ” without any warning, he lunged towards her, leg sweeping under hers in an attempt to catch her off balance, free hand simultaneously gripping her throat to throw her to the ground.

[punchlien]

i feel like i should put this in my rules but general warning for this blog is that punchline genuinely is a little batshit and a villain through and through. like sadistic, violent, cruel. will always run by major violence against any muses with the mun but a heads up !!!!

[punchlien]

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

" okay, dramatic, jeez. " the dark haired girl widened her eyes for emphasis before she jumped off her perch on the window sill and landed smoothly in front of the other. she bounced in her spot, all pent up energy and no where to release it except on unwilling civilians like the woman she had cornered in the alley. " all i said was maybe you can help me distract old baldy over there while i sneak into his store. and maaaaaybe i put it out there that you could flash him some skin to get his attention, but i think that was a solid plan ! " she shrugged as if the suggestion were as simple as stealing candy from a baby.

" not to be cliche or anything, but you've kinda left me no choice. " in quick succession she slipped twin daggers out of their holsters. " should've just killed yourself. " she whispered wryly under her breathe before thrusting a dagger into the girl's thigh. as quick as she had revealed her weapons, she hid the spare one. her cruel features morphed into innocent doe eyes and panic as she screamed toward's the shop owner still on his smoke break. " help ! help ! oh my god, she needs help ! "

[punchlien]

↪ 𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ( a collection of sentence starters from the 2004 film . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

oh , [ name ] . it's just you .

where are you going to run , [ name ] ?

what are you saying ?

why do you think i brought you here ?

you said you believed in my work .

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

you've been so kind to me , [ name ] .

you can't kill me , [ name ] .

so , you're the great [ name ] .

we all have our little problems .

let's make it your decision , shall we ?

i wish you a week in hell .

why don't you do something about it ?

this is all a test of faith .

i can curse all i want , dammit .

you . turn around .

strangers don't last long here .

the laws of men mean little to me .

i don't need your help .

you stay here . they're trying to kill me .

nice to see you too , [ name ] .

did i do something to you in a past life ?

i hope you do have a heart , [ name ] . because someday i'd like to drive a stake through it .

your reputation precedes you .

i am hollow ! and i will live ... forever .

please , say you will not try again .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

i was unprepared . it won't happen again .

do you understand forgiveness ?

i would rather die than help you .

don't be boring , everyone who says that always dies .

may he rest in peace .

how long has it been , 300 , 400 years ?

you don't remember , do you ?

what exactly is it i am to be remembering ?

it's no surprise you would know all about me .

we have such history , you and i .

have you ever wondered why you have such horrific nightmares ?

[ name ] , it's alright , i'm taking you home .

what , did you think we haven't tried everything before ?

no one knows how to kill [ name ] .

i could have used that information earlier .

would you like me to refresh your memory a little ?

allow me to ... reintroduce myself .

i think we've overstayed our welcome .

don't give me that look .

you were right . i'm sorry .

monster ? who's the monster here ? i have done nothing wrong !

look , there's still time .

you were right . i'm sorry .

do you have any family , [ name ] ?

if you value your lives , and the lives of your kin , you will kill me .

evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it .

now you know why they call me a murderer .

oh my god ... you've been bitten .

so much trouble ... so much trouble .

now you will become that which you hunted so passionately . may others be as passionate in their hunting of you .

don't worry , god will forgive us .

how many commandments can we break in one day ?

oh my god , you should be terrified .

how does it feel to be a puppet on my string ?

neither of us has ever settled for half .

you make my skin crawl .

i'm not gonna like this , am i ?

one brief moment of pain , and we can be together forever .

you have no heartbeat .

you are nothing but damned bones , and damned souls .

well , that doesn't sound like a good thing .

we don't have a choice . just don't get killed .

you don't understand , it doesn't matter what happens to me .

god is not the only one that can create life .

you can't go until i say you can go , and i say you can go when you're dead !

you're supposed to die .

we are both part of the same great game , [ name ] , we just find ourselves on opposite sides of the board .

you are being used , [ name ] , as was i . but i escaped , so can you .

if you're going to kill someone , kill them . don't stand there talking about it .

all i want is life . the continuation of my kind .

some things are better left forgotten .

[punchlien]

“And I will take pleasure into watching you breathe your very last breath.” MY NAME (2021) | Episode Eight

[punchlien]

*coughs up blood* how do i look? do i look good? was that hot?

[punchlien]

ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʲᵒᵏᵉ, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 ! a selective and independent portrayal of dc villain punchline. comic and heavily headcanon based. an exploration of: obsession, instability, and anarchy. as clowned by tas. ©

[punchlien]

I made this blog and disappeared off the face of this earth but hoping to get writing here soon. craving some chaos 🫶🏼

[punchlien]

ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʲᵒᵏᵉ, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 ! a selective and independent portrayal of dc villain punchline. comic and heavily headcanon based. an exploration of: obsession, instability, and anarchy. as clowned by tas. ©

[punchlien]

you’re coming to fight punchline and she tells you to wait a second because she’s filming a nail tiktok

[punchlien]

MINERVA MARBLE Chapter Ninety: The Night Gallery.

[punchlien]

alexis could taste the blood pooling in her mouth and she swiftly ran the tip of her tongue across the backs of her teeth, a quick check to make sure she hadn’t lost a molar. she’d kill her if she did. honestly, she planned to kill her anyways, but a motive was always nice. a diabolical grin split across her face and she swallowed hard. ❝ really wish i could say the same about you, doc, but i appreciate the compliment. ❞ punchline’s eyes darted from the girl’s painted face to her equally vibrantly coloured weapon. it was always in the slightest shift in her posture or her expression, the roll of a shoulder or the quirk of a grin, that betrayed her next attack. and alexis was observant.

she slid left across the floor when the mallet came crashing down again, just barely missing her by a hair. a snarl rumbled in the back of her throat and she spun on her heels to hurl a dagger at her assailant. there was something about harley quinn that made her uncharacteristically angry. it was akin to looking into a funhouse mirror that reflected back a distorted image of the original, something dissimilar but so eerily analogous. they were two sides of the same coin and the reality of it tore alexis apart. she wanted nothing to do with the clown but no one ever let her forget her predecessor.

❝ if you ask me, i think it’s high time you retired, ❞ she considered the other with a hand on her hip and a cock of her head. ❝ you had your moment and now you’re what ? liberated and independent ? ❞ her ponytail swung behind her as she tossed her head back in a laugh. her words dripped with malice and she pinned the girl with a cruel smile. ❝ did no one tell you that re-branding is for losers who couldn’t cut it the first time around ? ❞ with another bark of a laugh she barrelled at the clown with blades in both hands. this time she would go for the jugular.

             ❝        pains  me  to  say  it   ,   punchy     .  .  .     but  yer  not  half  bad  .      ❞          IT'S  A  DEADLY  WALTZ .     they’ve  done  this  dance  before   ,   polished  the  routine  to  near  perfection   ,   the  pair  too  keenly  matched  for  one  to  hold  the  upper  hand  for  long  .    she’ll  feint  left   ,   dodge  right   ,   every  slash  of  her  opponent’s  blade  countered  with  a  swing  of  her  mallet  .

               though  there  is  a  bite  to  her  words   ,   there's  truth  to  them  too      —      @punchlien  is  certainly  a  worthy  adversary  .    usually  harley  lives  for  fights  like  these      (     the  kind  that  keep  her  on  her  toes   ,   never  allowing  herself  to  grow  complacent     )      ,   lives  for  the  adrenaline  rush  that  an  easy  win  can’t  often  provide  .      usually  .      today   ,   however   ,   the  sting  of  copper  ‘pon  her  lip  is  enough  to  make  her  reconsider  her  stance   ,   the  novelty  of  a  level  playing  field  wearing  thin  as  time     (     and  their  battle     )     marches  on  .

             grip  tightens  around  wooden  handle   ,   tongue  sweeping  over  bloodied  lower  lip  ‘fore  she’ll  take  another  swing  .           ❝        if  i  didn’t  wanna  bash  yer  brains  in  so  bad   ,   i  might  actually  be  impressed  .      ❞         

[punchlien]

the biggest difference between harley and alexis is that harley wanted to be with the joker whereas alexis wants to be the joker. but both of them chose similar paths to achieve the ends they wanted to meet. both were different levels and types of obsession: harley was infatuation and alexis was worship.

[punchlien]

MESSAGE TO THE WORLD : AN INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE PORTRAYAL OF ALEXIS KAYE / PUNCHLINE FROM DC COMICS. PRIMARILY HEADCANON AND DEVELOPMENT BASED. WRITTEN BY TAS ( SHE/HER, 28, EST ). THIS ACCOUNT WILL BE VERY LOW ACTIVITY AND HIGHLY SELECTIVE. PLEASE SEE RULES BELOW.

¹. portrayal on this blog will be a mix of comic canon and personal headcanons. please note that i’ve read a good number of punchlines comics but that doesn’t include features and cameos. considering her general lack of canon material i will be taking great creative liberties. i am also not the most versed in dc comics, I just love my crazy clown. primarily vibes in this house babes.

². when i say activity on this blog will be slow i genuinely mean it. due to life the activity here will be wildly sporadic. i don't expect quick responses from my writing partners and so i hope for the same considerations. feel free to ask for my discord for brain rotting but that may be just as slow as writing is sometimes. tl;dr is my speed =/= my interest in our plots!!

³. due to the above rule and how often i can be here this blog is mutuals only and will be highly selective. i will softblock if i don't expect to follow back, personal blogs will be blocked. mutuals may approach at anytime (and please do!)

⁴. no ns/fw content will be present on this blog and i will not follow blogs with heavy mat/ure content. however, triggering content may be present on this blog and i will do my best to tag. that being said, minors will not be followed on this blog either due to personal comfort.

⁵. formatting on this blog will be minimal. some spacing, some bolding, italics, etc small sized font and no special text asides from blog aesthetics. please let me know if any formatting needs to be adjusted, happy to accomodate.

⁶. i love a good ship but shipping is definitely not my priority. she is a very toxic and no relationship will be healthy with her!! an actual ship will require thorough plotting and some form of ooc friendship/understanding.

⁷. typical rp and human etiquette applies. don't be a pos and we're good. psd's used on this blog are from supersource. fc used to recast on this blog is natasha liu bordizzo.