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"Oh, but incarceration is just the first step towards redemption! What's a prison for, if not reforming the worst of the worst?" Well besides executions, but unfortunately that particular niche seemed filled. No matter! The warden pulls down another slide, this time depicting two crude stick figures of the two of them overlooking a crowded jail as winged prisoners slowly ascend to the heavens, one by one.

"It's just like they say: you catch more flies with flypaper, and once we've caught our little swarm of prisoners, we can spray them with productive outlets and swat them with second chances!" Fingers interlocking with Charlie's hands, the Warden bounds up and down like a leapfrog, legs splayed out unnaturally to mimic the animal and a long tongue suddenly shooting out through the gap in his teeth and past her head to catch a meandering fly buzzing by.

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"I've never been damned to such comfortable living quarters before! But I spy a gaping, bleeding hole in the Harebrained Hotel that I think I can help fill!" Charlie Morningstar, you need to do something about all these men with suits and bowties and stupid hats. Do not let this man continue to pitch his crazy ideas to you. Don't - oh god, he's pulling down a big presentation with a string. A whole diagram of "Superjail 2: Superjail Goes To Hell"

"The streets are running with the blood of the not-so-innocent and rampant with criminal maniacs who aren't even safe from themselves - but there's nary a place to put these ne'er-do-wells in sight! So if voluntary rehabilitation isn't in the cards, the only answer is law and order, that's why I'm proposing the first of it's kind, a penitentiary for sinners!"

Well Charlie, meet the Warden.

if  there  was  something  charlie  loved  about  the  earth  and  it's  sinner's  was  the  beauty  that  they  all  are  able  to  create.  they  all  brought  in  such  a  wonderful  works  of  arts  and  brilliance  --  it  just...  needed  honing.  lots  and  lots  of  honing  and  guiding  hands.  which  was  really  hard  to  do  when  they're  in  hell  and  the  company  that  brings.  but  that  didn't  matter!!  that's  what  the  harebrained  hot  shit,  HAZBIN  HOTEL  was  for  !

she  was  almost  impressed  by  the  work  and  care  the  warden  has  put  in  this  presentation.  if  there  was  something  charlie  loved:  it  was  PASSION  !  determination  !  to  ignore  and  dismiss  the  warden's  ideas  would  be  hypocritical.

however...

❝ first  of  all,  warden,  sir  --  i  LOVE  the  enthusiasm.  really,  but  uhh...  ❞  she  rubs  the  back  of  her  head.   ❝ we're  trying  to  guide  people  towards  redemption.  they've  already  been  punished  --  ❞

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"WELCOME TO SUPERJAIL! For your heinous crimes, you've been sentenced to the most maximalist security prison in this dimension - but, for your remaining flickering innocence you're now being afforded a last chance all-or-nothing shot at rehabilitation and eventual release!"

"Now since you're going to be here for a very, very, very long time, why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself?"

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Guys. I've made a terrible mistake.

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@maniques asked: ❛ here, i made your favorite, whiskey and soda. ❜ / from Evil Jax :D

"How the @#$% did you know..." Right. Duplicates. At least he's making drinks now. He's going to need alcohol to get through putting up with this guy. Jax snatches the glass from his double's hand and immediately swigs back a gulp before returning his focus to his mismatched mirror image behind the bar.

"...so, what makes you evil anyway? Besides being a knock-off homunculus with no soul."

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continued (x) @maniques

At first, he was as dismissive as usual. He assumed the silence was just going to be the prelude to crying. When she started to reply, he wasn't particularly bothered, or sympathetic. Whatever she was going on about, it was probably some corny speech she remembered from one of her anime.

And then she says those words, about him. With that,the rabbit's demeanor abruptly shifts. Just because you don't have that anymore. For a moment, Jax's face is nothing but a pair of eyes, staring at Gangle like he might be able to drill holes into her if he didn't blink for long enough.

Jax's fingers tighten into fists, knuckles threatening to pop through the fabric of the gloves. (Wait, are those gloves? Could he even take them off?) With a few strides, he closes the distance between him and Gangle, thrusting his arms out in front of him so that they stopped short of his fellow prisoner's face.

"Pick a hand." The two outstretched fists are extended in front of the ribbon, curled tight and seemingly mirror images without a difference between them. Jax's gaze hasn't broken away from Gangle. His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm. "Pick a hand, Gangle."

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Just realized he came up with an adventure where he got to pretend to be Australian after multiple instances of Pomni interactions with Gummigoo, Jax what did you mean by this-

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"...no one say anything about it."

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"Would*"

*Short for "Would squish into the shape of a perfectly spherical ball and bounce against the floor like a basketball until it causes a potentially debilitating brain injury."

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...like a lot of people, I'm not too fond of a lot of recent interpretations of the Joker. I suppose my favorite interpretation is always some variation of the "mad artist" playing on the fact that he's constantly reinventing himself - shout out Grant Morrison as usual - so I suppose my ideal Joker is someone who's deliberately modeling himself off of musicians like David Bowie, Madonna, and Tyler, the Creator. He's deliberately an experimental chameleon. It's even an in-text explanation for why he started stealing gimmicks from the Riddler and Victor Zsasz lol

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For the moment where their faces collide, Jax's eyes are wide for a moment. Had it not been for their rapid descent, the current collision, or the fact that they were immediately then launched towards the ground for another harder impact, Jax would have taken the time to drag Pomni over the coals for this moment of contact. But instead he was perfectly flattened against the floor for a moment before that rubbery form pops back into shape - even as cartoon canaries fly around his head.

After shaking his head back to full consciousness, Jax looks up at the ceiling to behold the massive, perfectly circular hole in the ceiling with a trampoline positioned at a 45 degree angle installed to launch them where they landed. His eyes slowly pan down to the ground around them, past the many familiar colorful structures surrounding them, to look at the massive, perfectly circular hole right next to them.

They were back where they started.

They had made no progress, and went through all of that for nothing except the generally unpleasant experience. The rubberhose rabbit stares off into space for a moment, smile absent as they try and process what has just happened.

This .. this wasn't a set up? Oh god, are we going to die?!

Pomni's logical and rational thoughts weren't processing and only sheer panic filtered through - it didn't help Jax's seemingly genuine reaction to teeter her further overboard. It hadn't fully connected to her that he was holding onto her body like his life depended on it, similar to a Scooby Doo antic scare.

⸺ ❝ W-WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?! ❞ Their screams wove together as fears caressed through each other's chests, it reverberated loud and she hadn't the heart to keep her eyes open any longer, finally deciding solace in his tall lanky form as pinwheels squeezed everything she had closed and against him.

But then - it stopped, they landed in what felt like a trampoline or a bounce house of sorts, digging their bodies deep into the material and each other due to the sheer force of dropping for who knows how long. Not realizing their faces and mouths had collided in a hard and awkward kiss; her eyes shot open but having a moment to realize was short lived before they were ricocheted off and face planted onto the ground below.

Pain, was all she could focus on; though thankful for the amount felt - it could've been way worse for them. A long drawn groan escaped her as she lifted herself off the ground wearily, eyes froggy blinking to gather her surroundings.

⸺ ❝ Ugh .. where are .. we? ❞

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@yourflame accidentally liked for a starter!

The emperor's tail swishes with displeasure as he glares down at the lemur with annoyance. Ignorance was one thing, it was even expected of these primitive rabble sorts. But this particular... rodent monkey thing had taken it much further in getting on his nerves than almost anyone on one of these typical planetary surveys.

"For the last time, I do not care about your Fort Night Game, or whatever you seem to think it has to do with my skin."

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Here's the menu for the day, like for a starter and make sure to specify who you want-

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Name: lol Gender: nah Age: Old enough to know better ;) Occupation: I plead the fifth

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Name: lol Gender: nah Age: Old enough to know better ;) Occupation: I plead the fifth

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You've got to give the people what they want!

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Have barely written anything with Bruce himself yet but... maybe one more batsfamily member... or alternatively since he's basically a blank slate... Red X....

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?: