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madootles · 1 year
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cowboy ed just makes sense to me
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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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Ladies and gentlemen. The man, the myth, the legend: Dr. Dre Dra(nzel)
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cerealforkart · 1 year
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look hes not technically headless all the time but buggy from one piece definitely has been beheaded before, and generally chopped up and severed in many ways. plus much like our boy Taylor once you pop his head or whatever back on hes totally chill. Also all his outfits are downright criminal and would be a treat to see recreated
This one was next in the queue when he got his body back but it's April Fool's day, so I decided to at least sketch it anyways. He can be a clown for a day! As a treat! (Hermie will be suing him for gimmick infringement)
In Taylor's opinion, this is the correct number of knives he should have at all times
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kiaroscuro · 7 months
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The rest of the human persona, feat my fave girl Pandora and grumpy man Valjean. In this house we stan every persona with their own distinct quirks and characteristics 🙏
As previously mentioned, the notes aren't necessarily relevant to the fic I'm currently writing
(and yes, Loki's outfit is inspired by Marvel!Loki bc I love that man to death and cannot wait for the second season of the show)
I just noticed that I misspelled cendrillons name, oops
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thegoblinwizard · 6 months
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He'll make sure you make it in One Piece 👀
Just a lil Goblin Fighter 💚
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GOOD VIBES CHALLENGE: THE MARK OF ZORRO (1940)
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@thealmightyemprex @goodanswerfoxmonster @angelixgutz @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @amalthea9
So, my introduction to the figure of Zorro was the 1998 film The Mask of Zorro staring Antonio Banderas. Later i watched a comedy version of the character in the brazilian telenovela Bang Bang (2005) where he was a side character who had a hair saloon, and some chapters of the colombian telenovela Zorro: La Espada y la Rosa, based on a novel of the same name by chilean writer Isabel Allende. In 2016, i checked the 80s comedy parody Zorro: the Gay Blade.
And now, for the first, I checked out this 1940s film encarnation, wich is the first sound film portrayal of Zorro.
This movie opens with our hero, rich spanish-californian heir Don Diego de la Vega, arriving from his military studies in Spain to return to California, where he discovers his father, Don Alejandro, has suffered a political couo that forced him to renounce the govern of California to the greedy Luis Quintero and the violent military captain Esteban Pasquale.
To help his father and the people who are opressed by Quintero and Pasquale, while wanting to avoid calling attention to himself, Diego pretends to be a vain and cowardly bon vivant who does not cares for politics that wants to be in the good graces of the new govern, while in the shadows he assumes the identity of the heroic masked revolutionary Zorro, who takes back for the people the riches that Quintero and Pasquale have taken away.
In paralel to this, we follow the romance between Diego and Lolita, the young niece of Luis Quintero, wich causes the jealousy of Dona Ines, who, despite being married to Quintero, wishes to have Diego for her lover.
This is a classic simple story of a good hero who fights to triumph against evil doers, with a dosis of idealized romance.
The touch of complexity is in Tyrone Power's performance as Diego de la Vega, the arrogant dandy who aparently doesn't want to get involved in the political struggles of California and so has a hard time to be respectsd by his father, his friend Friar Felipe and, Lolita, at first, and the brave Zorrob, who strikes terror in the soldiers and is admired by the people as a simbol of hope to better the lifes of the peasants of California.
While the character himself is very complex, the plot itself is acessible and easy to follow and enjoym
The love triangle between Lolita, Diego and Dona Ines brings an interesting touch of fairy tale, with Dona Ines and Lolita having a dinamic reminiscent of the conflict of Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs for the title of most beautifull lady in the land.
We also are graced with a touch of humour, in both the early interactions between Diego and Lolita, Luis Quintero and his cowardice, and the priest Friar Felipe, who, while a religious man, is not above getting into physical fights if it means helping the people and resisting opression (a highlight being when he is beating soldiers and asking forgiveness to God each time).
This movie is a needed breath of escapism and fantasy, reminding us of why is important to believe in the existence of good in the world, and I highly recomend it.
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mabaris · 2 years
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surely someone has done it before but i cant stop thinking about a shrek 2 origins au……
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mikrokosmcs · 8 months
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gavalaa · 6 months
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Sketches of all my redone designs for my Phantom Thieves from my AU, Icarus! Lots of info down below on the cut, so if you want to know more about the details and inspiration, feel free to keep reading!
This includes Akechi’s design for his Princely/Robin Hood attire, BEFORE his Icarus attire you might have seen from my other posts! Check out the Icarus AU tag for more info! Icarus has a main focus on Akechi and his relationship to the thieves, but the AU is actually an entire rewrite with new designs, 3rd semester and epilogue/strikers/tactica stories, hence Zenkichi and Sophia’s inclusion.
Read below for individual info:
I decided to include more motifs towards their persona’s and general vibes; and also just my own personal touches haha.
AKIRA - Not much has changed, I really like his design overall. I raised his boots to be like Arsene’s and changed his neck area.
MORGANA - I hate the OG pill shaped head, his new design is based heavily on the shape of Palico’s from Monster Hunter. Added a little more nod to Zorro/His persona motifs and also just made him cuter! Little hamburger headed cat.
RYUJI - I made him a little bulkier and gave some more weight to his outfit overall. I gave him heavier boots and a slightly buffer build to relate back more to his sporty style.
ANN - honestly was never too big on her latex outfit, I wanted to call back to a personal favorite female lead; Christine Daae, and used one of the versions of her Don Juan costume as inspiration. I remember seeing Phantom live and in many stage versions of her character, the Don Juan scene was a pure moment of female control, and she was truly working the Phantom and controlling every movement on the stage. Her presence is commanding, and I thought it was a very fitting tribute to Ann’s character as feminine strength. (I’m absolutely not referring to the movie iteration of Daae btw.)
YUSUKE - I referred to some historical art and legend of Goemon to add more elements of design to his outfit. When I color them, I want to add some really strong pops of color to his clothing to really drive the aesthetics and artistry home.
MAKOTO - Another totally redid outfit, I opted to give her a design which relates back to Popess Joan, and also Anat. I gave her a clawed hand on her right side and an uncovered hand on her left as both a nod to Anat’s hand raised in iconography of her from art history, but also to show the duality of Anat’s title as both a goddess of war, and of love. It also relates to the mythology of Joan and her nature as both a leader and a martyr. I changed her mask to a Venetian Commedia mask as well.
FUTABA - ok. I’ll be honest. I never liked her skin-tight outfit, it just doesn’t match her personality at all. Also, the high tech Egyptian feel never really sold me. I totally understand the tomb thing, but I truthfully think a dungeon/palace which was more like… tech/nerd themed would have been much more “futaba” the inspiration for this new outfit relates back to her persona, the Necromomicon, as well as her nerdy personality, and her affiliation as Alibaba (Ali Baba.) I wanted to go more lovecraftian, long sleeves and patterning designed to look more like lovecraftian tendrils, and big baggy pants and her classic shoes to match. The patterning on her undershirt will resemble a rib cage, both as a reference to her deathly “tomb” iconography, but also to Lovecraftian and Necronomicon lore. I think she matches the description of a nerdy, techie DND dungeon master more than the initial outfit, so that’s the route I took personally.
HARU - relating back to some fashions from 17th c France, where Milady’s story (the three musketeers) takes place, I kept her design relatively similar. I just gave her a little more iconography relating to the three musketeers and that general timeframe.
AKECHI - in his pre-Icarus outfit, I’ve given him a princely sort of outfit befitting of his two faced nature, and edited it to relate to Robin Hood a little more. I tried to keep it sleek and just generally very concealing and layered.
SUMIRE - i gave her some iconography relating back to one of her personas, who is an inference to Freya. I also included some more nods to classic Cinderella, with fantasy gown elements. Overall, relatively similar.
ZENKICHI - again, relatively similar, I really like his outfit. I just opened up the face some to show more personality and spiced up the outfit generally to keep it matching. honestly, les mis/Valjean was a hard one, but I also think his character could be heavily related back to Edmond Dante (Monte Cristo.) so I gave some nods to that as well.
SOPHIA - I turned her into a FINGIE!!!! I made her whole dress as a nod to her persona/to pandora’s tiles around her/the pillars. I wanted to make her small and almost unnatural since she’s an AI, and I thought having a little guy on the team would add some more variation.
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aragarna · 2 months
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Zorro Vive
And vive bien!
So, I've finished Season 1 of the new Zorro show (available through Amazon in the US and most Spanish and Portuguese-speaking countries), and I really enjoyed it!
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Without spoilers, I'd say that its main qualities are that it's fun and earnest and more cosmopolite in its retailing of the old story. It doesn't take itself too seriously, there's plenty of little homages to previous adaptations. There's many interesting and well-developed characters - of all genders and ethnicities.
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It's (literally) colorful, with a comic/pulp feel that suits it well. There's been a true care brought to the action scenes, and OMG the night scenes are damn well lit. It's rare enough nowadays so points for that. Generally, the show is quite beautiful.
More spoilery thoughts under the cut.
I honestly wasn't sure what to expect from a new show. It's always hard to bring new canon to something so established and so iconic. And even though the Disney show is *not* the original canon, for a lot of people, it is.
But as a principle, same as for book adaptations or remakes, I'm not opposed to variations or changes. As long as they're good changes.
And I have to say, the vast majority of the changes in the new Zorro show, to me, were actually good changes, or necessary improvements for today's audience.
The most obvious is giving back a real voice to the Natives and not sugarcoating the colonization aspect. There's tension there. Natives are angry. But as years passed, people born there consider themselves "true Californians". Natives aren't just background characters or peons anymore. They're a driving plot force. They're shown in their own environment, with their own rites (I don't know enough about Natives of this area to know how accurate it is, but it felt a lot more authentic and respectful to me than other versions).
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I do like the idea that the Zorro character comes from the Native culture, and that it's been passed on from one person to the next. Though it also brings my one big issue with the show: Diego becoming Zorro reads a lot like "a white dude steals a Native heritage." And yes, it's symbolic, and yes the fox spirit chose him, Diego didn't pick him, but still. Given that the audience is meant to support Diego (who really is a sweet guy!), that the narrative keeps showing us that Nah-Lin is wrong and should accept it, given the colonization context of that story, it's sitting a bit wrong with me.
This aside, I do like the exploration of revenge vs. justice, violence vs. a more measured response, in the face of adversity. When a few months back, the tagline "revenge is personal, justice is for all" appeared on the first poster, I wasn't sure what to think. I don't like revenge-driven characters. It's cliché and wrong. But the fact that the show precisely explored that, both with Diego and Nah-Lin, was actually quite interesting.
Diego, as I said, is a decent guy. A sweet boy really, vaguely immature originally but having to mature really fast, as the death of his father, the business of the rancho, the Zorro thing and Lolita's wedding are all dropping on him at once. Miguel Bernardeau is a clear departure from most of the previous Zorros, who were played by older actors, giving a more "adult" vibe to the character, but given he's supposed to be fresh out of college and out of his element, Bernardeau's more juvenile features fit the character well.
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Nah-Lin is a lot angrier, and while in the context of the story, she's shown to be going at it the wrong way, all that anger *is* justified, and not something that can just be brushed off. Peace can't come easy when you anger people that way.
And you know who else I really liked? That damn Capitan Monasterio! Who would have thought LOL No, but seriously. Not sure why they named him that way. He was actually more of a Sergeant Garcia (or Mendoza from the 1990 show) than a Monastario. Obviously without the comic relief and cutely incompetent side of the character, but as the character who is a decent guy stuck between a rock and a hard place, serving a tyrannic boss and chasing a heroic outlaw that he may not hate that much.
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I also really liked what they did with Lolita. An opinionated young lady that throws away all the corseting conventions of her time is always very relatable to me. Also, I just love her fashion sense. I wasn't sure what they were going to do with that impossible love triangle (I thought for a long time the wedding wouldn't actually happen). I wouldn't have thought they'd have Lolita figure it out, but I'm glad she did.
I'm glad they kept Bernardo, the mute confident. And I love Mei, too. The dynamic between the three of them (with Diego) is great!
Also, it's great to finally have a Spanish-speaking production, and have the characters speaking in Spanish, instead of having American actors put on fake accents.
I may have a couple of minor complains: namely that I didn't care about Samael nor Alejandro's first love. Not sure planting so early something that they're keeping for S2 is a right move. Feels like a waste of screentime. Also, I'm not particularly found of secret societies trying to rule the world, but it seems to be mandatory to any Zorro story... And the finale episode didn't actually wrap up that many plotlines - every major villain escaped! So that kinda made it look like Zorro didn't accomplish much, apart from breaking Lolita's heart, and his. But none of this prevented me from having a good time watching the show. I just really hope there'll be a S2 cause it'd be a shame to leave things there!
How about you guys? What did you think of it?
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darklinaforever · 4 months
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Gomez & Morticia :
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Xibalba & La Muerte :
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Alejandro / Zorro & Elena :
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They all have the same vibe...
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kingmaker-a · 6 months
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Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip
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Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.
Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.
Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.
Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.
Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.
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"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."
You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina… 
"You're not taking Karina instead?" 
Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends. 
You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. 
Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister. 
That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose. 
"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret." 
It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her. 
It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.
It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek. 
Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you. 
It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that. 
Instinct. 
Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?" 
You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities. 
Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife. 
Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately. 
Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic. 
You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."
She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—
There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?" 
It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts. 
Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night. 
Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school. 
… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig. 
Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips. 
“I know.”
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She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's. 
Making up for lost time like Karina before her. 
You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue. 
They mix like oil and water. 
It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide. 
Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm. 
Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour? 
… You should be nicer to her. 
Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state. 
Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend. 
"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink. 
All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element. 
Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments. 
It was probably best she didn't look too deep. 
"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions. 
She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze. 
Maybe that was just you? 
She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies. 
An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father. 
"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge. 
A reminder that she knows you more than you remember. 
But you know her too, somehow. 
The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes. 
"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."
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It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one. 
Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness. 
Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot. 
Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better. 
If only your best friend was smoother. 
Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin. 
You're drunk driving. 
Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park. 
Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you. 
Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt. 
"What's wrong with you?" 
So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice. 
Cigarettes. 
It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo. 
It's not his fault, he's the new kid. 
Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow. 
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence. 
"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all. 
Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-" 
And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers. 
Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting. 
You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?
It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy. 
A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it. 
Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky. 
"I trust you."
There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life. 
It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know. 
Pure blind faith in you. 
After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much? 
There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge. 
"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."
Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains. 
You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke. 
The moment is gone, if it was ever there. 
Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you. 
Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway? 
You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem. 
At least on first glance. 
"How are you and Mateo?" 
There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips. 
Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.
"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."
It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies. 
Even if you don't have proof. 
Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all. 
There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel. 
You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket. 
"He's… got a lot to make up for."
It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light. 
But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro. 
Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time. 
"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."
There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight. 
It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind. 
You have no proof, but you know who. 
"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."
Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember. 
Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort. 
But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood. 
Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield. 
It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift. 
It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast. 
"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?" 
It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility. 
"Nope." 
Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking. 
"Not even just a little bit curious?" 
It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave. 
"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip. 
It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager. 
If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away. 
"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."
There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought. 
There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night. 
"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.
It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours. 
You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.
But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom. 
Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh. 
She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all. 
But it doesn't, it can't after all. 
How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight. 
Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.
It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it. 
But it feels natural. 
Instinctual. 
Real. 
Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket. 
"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't. 
It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth. 
A bonfire on a cold night. 
"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same. 
She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side. 
You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.
"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."
And you have to, those are the rules. 
There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench. 
You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon. 
A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best. 
"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?" 
It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes. 
Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds. 
It's wrong, you remind yourself. 
It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest. 
To feel so effortlessly yourself… 
To feel safe. 
After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could. 
You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him. 
Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track. 
Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike. 
The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers. 
"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat. 
You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow. 
"Why, what?" 
There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips. 
"Why would he think it's actually me?" 
It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-
"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air. 
"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."
You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance. 
Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea. 
"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?" 
It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips. 
"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face. 
Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter. 
"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze. 
Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire. 
"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?" 
You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip. 
A torch by any other name. 
"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."
Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe. 
Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong. 
It's being right. 
Again, it's just instinctual. 
She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth. 
"Pass it here." 
It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips. 
It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas. 
It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth. 
It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips. 
There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye. 
She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been. 
She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly. 
It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust. 
You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims. 
Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy. 
To feel special. 
Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt. 
She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you. 
"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince. 
It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you. 
Not after that. 
Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all. 
"It's an acquired taste."
It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag. 
You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops? 
Childlike promises. 
Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare. 
"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."
There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature. 
But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.
She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer. 
"Right, right."
You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars. 
Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest. 
Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike. 
"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch. 
You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept. 
Equal measures warmth and disgust. 
You roll your eyes, play up your role. 
"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."
It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level. 
She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand. 
It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon. 
There's a subtle dance to it all. 
"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought. 
Because duh, of you would. 
So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture. 
Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness. 
You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter. 
"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."
It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions. 
She enjoys it, the way you see through her.
She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all. 
"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets. 
It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait. 
You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues. 
There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all. 
"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment. 
After the dust settles. 
A secret just for you. 
"She's the one who made the chocolates." 
The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves. 
Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form. 
"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."
There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath. 
Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else. 
She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air. 
A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you. 
It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights. 
You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you. 
It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes. 
You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment. 
After all, who wears heels to an investigation? 
Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—
Don't think about it. 
“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”
But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away. 
For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating. 
You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake. 
"Is that what you want?" 
There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?" 
Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend. 
No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind. 
Betrayal of the heart. 
"Be honest and you might get a prize."
It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket. 
It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love. 
She feigns it all the same. 
"It would be funny."
Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence. 
"Look me in the eye."
A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison. 
"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat. 
Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt. 
It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance. 
Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously. 
Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought. 
It's a quiet, reassuring comfort. 
There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver. 
"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"
Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips. 
"You always will." 
You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach. 
"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."
Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside. 
"I don't think I'll mind this time."
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talesofsonicasura · 2 months
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Persona 5: Phantom Cat Pt2
Here we go with Part 2 of the Phantom Cat AU. I'll be covering the Confidants, plot changes, but also the potential of Poppy Playtime being more involved. Let's get started.
If I can sum up the Phantom Thieves' relationship with Joker in one word, it'll be protective. Even the Personas especially Arsène are no different. Ren does admit to once being human but everyone doesn't learn about his tragic backstory until after Okumura's Palace.
You can bet their ass they were disgusted upon finding out Playtime Co's inhumane experiments. It isn't uncommon for Ren to find one or more of his companions lay against him when he loafs around like a giant cat. Something the Thieves' Den makes easier as Leblanc's attic is not that spacious.
Morgana sympathizes with Ren the most. Both of them aren't human and won't be accepted by the outside world for it. Ren was lucky to find someone who raised him with kindness than just free the young man from a terrible fate. They're feline brothers, your honor.
Ryuji, Yusuke and Haru are three flavors of food friends. The former track star sneaking out for a daily run with Ren alongside the occasional ramen or snack food chow downs. His zoomies become manageable thanks to Ryuji. (Sojiro is still reeling from a hyper Ren pouncing on him.)
Yusuke enthusiastically introduces the living toy to the art world since he cannot visit a museum like a normal patron. Ren sometimes find himself being a muse for some of his paintings and usually portrayed as a peculiar enigma. The two always chow down on curry afterwards.
Gardening with Haru anyone? Ren always feel bad about how much money his new family have to spend just to keep him fed. (Futaba had a limit put on credit theft by Sojiro as he doesn't want both his kids to rely on illegal crime to survive.) Something Haru can understand since she has similar issues. The two bond over coffee together.
Emotional support Ann is a definite. The two constantly talk about facing their issues and ways to strengthen their heart. Ren is always happy to lend a ear whenever Ann has problems in her model career or updates about her friend Shiho's recovery. She gives good advice when the giant toy needs help getting Futaba used to the outside world.
Makoto is the socially awkward training partner. Both Ren and her don't have much experience with people outside their friend group so neither know what can be considered normal. The two hammer out each other's issues whenever possible or just vibe together.
All of the Persona in the group do their best to make Ren feel normal every time the group is together thus shenanigans are guaranteed. Carmen and Milady are the wine aunts who endorse the chaos. Necronomicon is his 2nd fellow prankster partner(Futaba is 1st).
Zorro, Johanna and Goemon being the only responsible adults most of the time. Captain Kidd is a sheer chaotic neutral as no one knows whether he'll start something or remain level headed. Finally we get to Arsène.
The poor pigeon hasn't been in this particular element before. Nonhuman Persona Users are a thing so it ain't that. Ren's heart can be considered a massive mess. Whatever was done to make him a living toy, it left something vile behind. Yet Ren continues to defy fate even with the leech latched onto his soul.
Thus Arsène can be a bit more aggressive when it comes to Ren's health. Always near the surface of his partner's subconscious whether to offer soothing words or protect him if needed. In the Thieves' Den, Arsène is usually found snuggled next to Ren with a cover around his knife heels.
Now most of Joker's Confidants are people he has to sought out. A more complicated affair due to not being human. There is actually one more Confidant he has mostly maxxed out and knows about his status: Tae Takami of the Death Arcana. (Yes I absolutely complete the whole thing early just to unlock Alice.)
Sojiro was concerned about Ren's health as they had no clue if or when health complications will occur. Thus it led to Tae becoming his secret doctor as she not only the closest but is trusted amongst the community for her skills. It was a very interesting conversation to say the least.
Now Ren is quite crafty when it comes to establishing his other bonds. Until he could shift into a more human size, Futaba prepared a special plushie with a built in-camera that he can talk through. The excuse being Ren is an hospital patient undergoing recovery after serious health complications and this toy helps him interact with the outside world.
Now onto plot changes, the deadlines alongside their consequences for failure remain the same. It's just not for the first two Palaces. Ren is still captured and put in the Interrogation section. Although it took the traitor attacking from the shadows to injure him enough for police to subdue the Bigger Body.
He's far more beat up, chained and has a specialized muzzle since Ren is a giant chloroform breathing cat toy monster. Can't forget the possibile dissection if he can't escape his fate. The plot for the Third Semester dances around the chance to be human again in his face. Ren doesn't take it of course.
For Scramble, he casually chills in everyone's bags and pull the special patient card to converse with others. Ren can still cook as it's a calming hobby for him alongside gardening. Plus the sight of a giant CatNap in an apron cooking was too hard to resist.
Also yes, I am in the 'Adopt Sophia' group cause she's precious. Especially when Ryuji got to say fuck just to defend her. Sophia definitely calls Ren 'kitty' but he really doesn't mind unlike Morgana. Yes, they do snuggle in the Thieves Den as no one shall avoid the cuddle pile.
Awkward dad Zenkichi anyone? Man absolutely flipped upon seeing Ren as he thought the whole report about 'Phantom Cat Joker' being a giant purple monster was a joke. Nope and you shall get your tired ass dragged into cuddles cause Ren smells stress.
The Persona also get more involved in the shenanigans too. Only Ren's confidants or those who delve into the Metaverse long enough can see much less interact with them. Best to keep Captain Kidd away from fireworks though. (There are special cases but that's for later.)
Before you ask, yes, Joker's main Showtime special is different. Instead of just blasting Shadows with Eiha, Ren breathes out chloroform smokescreen and bursts forth alongside Arséne to come down on their targets like a predator. The attack retains the Curse element but does Physical damage too. A Two in One type combo.
Tactica's plot remains the same however every target views Ren with disgust. All saying there is an 'chimeric abomination' latched onto his heart. The enemies also target him more than Erina and the other thieves.
Speaking of her, she does think Ren is a cat who again doesn't really mind much. Toshiro absolutely freaks out and takes awhile to get used to him. Gameplay wise, Ren is mostly the same except he has more movement options to fit his feline Bigger Body.
Pouncing on further away enemies, inflict Sleep status in large groups, and his Phantom Judge special turns into Phantom Roar. An attack where Ren breathes out a massive cloud of chloroform for Arséne to convert into a Eiha powered explosion. Not only does it do massive damage but also has a high chance of inflicting Sleep status on targets.
Finally we move onto Poppy Playtime. If you guys were paying close attention, then the signs should be obvious. Something is connected to Ren and his past holds the answers. Thus the Phantom Thieves of Hearts visit the Playtime Co Factory to see if they can help their friend. He had been experiencing vivid nightmares which all link to this place.
Now the factory isn't the same like in the game. For unknown reasons, the place has become a pseudo-Mementos linked to the collective consciousness of the various souls who linger inside. Thus the factory has potential to shift anyone in the affected areas in or out the Metaverse side without warning.
A chance of Shadow attacks are not only high but there is a possibility that something even deadlier lurks inside. There are occasions where it is required to travel through this dangerous 'Labyrinth' to progress deeper. (Can't have them blazing through the place.)
Everyone split into two groups so they can cover more ground. Group 1: Ren, Yusuke, Ann, Makoto; and Group 2: Morgana, Haru, Ryuji, Futaba. They'll be encountering characters who not only appear in Poppy Playtime but also Project Playtime. Player character is there too so the Phantom Thieves will meet them.
Guaranteed canon divergence as some of the Poppy Playtime cast might not even encounter the game protagonist. The Phantom Thieves won't ignore someone in need *looks at one particular character* and don't kill their targets. For them, living with guilt for one own sins is a fate worse than death.
New players have entered the game that neither groups could ever foreseen. Can the Phantom Thieves of Hearts solve the mystery and shut down this the factory's immense distortion? Only the phantom cat will determine victory or defeat.
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limetameta · 6 months
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The Joker: I have been dating Batman for over a year now and he still believes I pose a threat to his kids. Meanwhile I can count on all of my fingers and toes how many times in just this year alone his kids tried to kill me. And only one of them is the bird that croaked and came back wrong.
Harley: Do they know you're dating their dad, though? Did Batman tell them?
Joker: No! Batsy is being mum about it! He won't tell them D: he's like: Joker, I can barely admit it to myself half the time. I cannot look my family in the face and tell them I've begun this. Begun??? Begun??? We're well into a year!!
Harley: Internalized homophobia do be a drug.
Joker: Right??? I got that vibe, too! But it could also be guilt. And fear. Aww. The poor man's terrified he'll lose his entire family. And I mean he does have those issues of his..what with his parents dying and leaving him. Because he wanted to watch that movie. Now if he wants me, and they all leave, I'm Zorro AND the crook AND the pearls. Man is convoluted on a GOOD day, Harl.
Harley: I gots a question for you, though, Mr Jay.
Joker: Shoot!
Harley, miming a gun shot: Bang. No, but really, he hasn't told his kids... but do his kids KNOW, though?
Joker: Yes! *rasing his hands in the air* Yes, they do! They aren't morons!! But all of them are stuck in this "I'm not bringing this up, I'm going to wait for HIM to do it" cycle, and I'm the odd man out.
Harley: Does the butler know?
Joker: Yes. I believe because he's English, he would rather drop dead than start a conversation about something so uncivilised as my little ol self moving in on his son.
Harley: *scratching her chin, thinking* Huh, and why do you think the kids know?
Joker: Well, you know how he recently started inviting me over to the Manor? *nods* Yeah, anyway, he always stresses that not a single one of his kids is there nor the butler, because
Harley: he's ashamed of liking you
Joker: yeah, that, *hurriedly* but what he doesn't know is that his kids are hellions and they *lie* they either come back earlier or they just SAY they're going so most of them have already caught me in Wayne Manor. Like a deer in headlights. Mind you. But still. *tapping his foot against the floor* I have no idea what to do!
*text message*
Harley: Is that your man?
Joker, pulling his phone out: Oh no, this is Cassie.
Harley: Who?
Joker: So, you know how most of the kids avoid even the mere mention of me existing in the same vicinity as them? Well, that doesn't apply to Cassie. She's the only kid that actually doesn't want me killed and she's my trial run. If I do well with her that means Batman can finally tell his other kids about me because SEE, Cassie and me are doing fine!! We're texting :) *shows phone*
Harley: Hun, you're texting. She just keeps sending thumbs up emojis.
Joker: This is big coming from her!
Harley: Does Bman know you know Cassie well enough to text?
Joker: Nope. *sends a flurry of hearts at Cassie*
Cassie: *likes the hearts and drops off the face of the earth for ten hours*
Joker: Anyway, I'll give Batsy another year and then if he still won't tell his family about me I'll round them up myself and tell them. But we still won't tell Bman.
Harley: That sounds like a terrible idea. Go for it.
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meowbookstwo · 2 months
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The Zorro tv show on Amazon prime is very fun. And Bernardo is still mute but uses sign language and knows Spanish, English and Chinese. There are some missteps but having Native American, Chinese, Russian and French characters with their own minds in the wild west is cool. And there's two Zorros because the other one thinks Zorro should be Native American not a rich rancher. So that's fun. xD
Also the Captain gives me Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean vibes.
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gizkasparadise · 8 months
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Hi, top 5 Kdramas please!
it was so hard to pick only 5 ;; but not in any particular order since they all have vastly different #vibes:
chicago typewriter. three people--a famous novelist, a ghost writer, and an errand girl--cross paths in modern-day Seoul and in different ways try to help the novelist complete his latest story -- a novel about freedom fighters during the japanese occupation of korea in the 1930s. however, as the story continues, and the trio get more and more involved with one another, it turns out the story isn't just a story, but the retelling of their past lives where they were lovers, comrades, and maybe even enemies. a rare kdrama where the ending is stronger than the beginning, this is a slow burn that takes its time to get going but once it does it's so SO good. drama, comedy, romance, everything!
welcome to waikiki. three losers (a prospective director, an aspiring actor, and a wannabe screenwriter) live in and run a sharehouse. one day, they wake up to find a baby in one of the rooms, and chaos ensues. so fucking funny, i love the ships, and the cast is well balanced between the three male leads and the three female leads. A+++
mystic pop-up bar. kang bae, a 20something who works in customer service, has a curse where whenever anyone touches him, they are compelled to tell him their deepest secrets. one night, he crosses paths with weol ju, a shaman who is cursed to an immortal/unending existence until she resolves the grudges of 10,000 humans because of a grave sin she committed in her mortal life. with her is gwi, a retired ghost cop who now helps her run a pop-up bar where they enter dreams and try to resolve weol ju's debt. kang bae joins them when weol ju offers him a bargain: use his powers to help her resolve the grudges, and once 10k are up, she'll remove his powers. you think this show is run of the mill case of the week, but it all builds together so beautifully and it's such a great found family dynamic. i love this ooone
bridal mask/gaksital. set in 1930s korea during the japanese occupation. kang to is a ratbastard -- a korean who works for the japanese as a police officer and turns in his countrymen. he becomes obsessed with hunting down BRIDAL MASK. a zorro-esque freedom fighter with a hidden identity. to get to him, he tries to capture mok dan, the daughter of a freedom fighter general and bridal mask's suspected lover. the first few eps get you thinking it's going to be a cheesey action show, but it's a fantastic tragedy with so many nuanced character arcs.
extraordinary you. dan oh is a rich high schooler at an elite academy, who has a crush on her aloof and disdainful fiance, baek kyung, and a tragic but non-descript heart condition. one day, she starts realizing parts of her memory are gone, and there's the distant sound of someone turning the page -- turns out she's a character in a romance manga, but not even the heroine-- just a side character. in order to change her fate, she enlists the help of 13 -- a nameless background character. so cute, quirky, and highly HIGHLY addicting. loving meta parody of high school shoujo stories like Boys Over Flowers.
bonus, because they were REALLY close to top 5: beyond evil (serial murder? in a small village? more homoerotic than you'd think.), arthdal chronicles (bronze age-esque fantasy epic with more ambiguous leads than you can shake a stick at), and happiness (when you have to stop the zombie apocalypse but there's only one bed)
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