#joker's loyal three

[j0kers-light]

Joker's Loyal Three now in Sims 4 🖤✨

I think its ironic how I was answering the recent anons about Joker's loyal three while I was actively creating them in Sims 4! So! Without further ado.. here they are!

In order: Neo, Mac, Frost.

I shared this on my gallery under EA ID: Chaos4_Baby if you want to download.

Aren't they something else? 😒no cc so enjoy to your hearts content! I hope you all enjoy!! 🖤✨

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[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp prompt #13: Hell to Pay

They say there are only two things certain in life: death and taxes. That’s why even the Joker doesn’t fuck with the IRS.

However, unfortunately for the Joker the other certainty is death and he has yet to pay his dues. Just like how he could only get away with tax evasion for so long, there are only so many times the Joker can dodge death.

Death is coming to collect, with interest.

And the Joker will have hell to pay.

~ A dark green cloud swirls over the city. From it, emerge three oppressive figures:

The one on the far left with flowing hair like white-hot fire. His vambraces made of (what appeared to be) molten glass stopped under his fingers, which then extend into into claws that seemed to drip lava. He had spiked obsidian pauldrons on his shoulders, fastening a luminous, stark-white cape to his shoulders. He wore a coronet of lightning and wielded a flail that appeared to be made of coal chains and a shrunken Red Giant star.

The second on the far right had a helm of dark iron wreathed in a plume of purple flame. His gauntlets and sword flamed with green hellfire. A pure black sheath seemingly made of void and a silver hunting horn were tied to his waist. He wore an armor forged of shadows and proofed with fear. He rode atop a mighty stead. An inky dark stallion with a curved horn and bat-like wings. His form was constantly slightly shifting depending on the angle which you viewed him making him appear larger and more slippery than he was, enhancing his disquieting nature.

The third stood in the middle, smaller but no less terrifying than her companions. Her hair was wild with movement, only just visible because it appeared as if someone had bound the winds to her head. She wore a tiara made of storm clouds and pearls. She carried with her a spear, the shaft crafted of amazonite and the tip of a clear quartz, almost reminiscent of sea salt. At her hip lay a whip made of a restrained gale and a sea glass knife. She wore armor that appeared to be Greco-Roman in origin: a chest plate made of some sort of coral-like material and a battle skirt decorated with metallic bronze feathers.

They slowly descent on the city, bringing down a sense of power and dread. They paused at the top of Wayne Tower, where the city's vigilantes had all gathered in an attempt to create and feasible plan of action to discern what these beings want. The young woman in the middle speaks and the wind carries her voice. She is not loud but it the whole of Gotham hears her words.

"Greetings, Heroes of Gotham. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Spirit, Princess and Head Diplomat of the Infinite Realms. This is Samhain, the Fright Knight, loyal knight to the king,” she gestured to her right before switching to her left “and this is Prince Wraith, current General in Chief of the Realms. We come to you as the King’s Guard and entourage. We have official business in your city and wish to civilly notify you of our presence. The King will be arriving shortly and your cooperation would be great fully received.”

Batman moved forward to shake her hand and address the situation.

“I’m afraid that we prefer not to have unknowns operating within the city. Would you be able to tell us what business you have here? Perhaps we could reach an agreement?” Batman tried to negotiate as politely as he could. He did not want to risk offending the evidently powerful beings.

Princess Spirit’s smile sharpened as she thrummed her finger against her knife. She spoke again with an unnervingly pleasant tone.

“It appears you do not understand. We are not asking for your permission.” Her grip around his hand tightened. “ We are informing you.” She finished releasing his hand.

Batman withdrew his aching hand and regarded her with the beginnings of a protest on his lips. She didn’t allow him to speak.

“ This is out of your jurisdiction Batman. This is a matter of the Realms and the Afterlife. Whatever worldly rules or morals you wish to impose on those who enter this city do not apply to us. We will do our best to work within them, so as to appease you and to attempt to maintain a friendly relationship but in the macrocosm of the multiverse and afterlives you have no official power over us. Additionally, we have direct permission to operate here however we see fit from the City Spirit herself, Lady Gotham.”

Batman’s shadow seemed to fluctuated. His and his team's shadows moved from beneath them, closer to the Princess. Lady Gotham, though not manifesting, was making her presence and approval known. Batman could not deny what he was seeing. His team shifted uncomfortably behind him. He appealed to her once more.

“ I see that we can’t stop you. We don’t want to get in your way either. Could you at least tell us why you are here?”

She smiled as if telling a joke, “All will be revealed in time”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that sounded like tearing fabric. The green clouds mixed with purples and blues and began to churn faster. The cyclone emitted a flashes of bright light. In unison all three of the King’s Guard lifted up from the roof and took place underneath the eye of the wind storm.

Spirit holds her spear aloft. With one swift, commanding move she slams the butt of her spear down, creating a platform out of solidified air.

Wraith bellows out smoke and ash onto the platform to discolor it. With ferocious and precise movements his claws to carve in a sigil, leaving a soft orange glow against the black and gray.

Samhain sheathes his sword and pulls his horn from his waist. He wills his dark stead to rear up as he blows the horn, letting out one loud prolonged cry.

The three warriors stand at attention and Princess Spirit calls the winds to project her voice once more.

“ Now introducing the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, High King of the In-Between, The Great One, The Benevolent King, The Peace Maker, The Guardian of Souls, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance, Ancient of Space and Reality, The Infinite King: Phantom!”

With a flash of white light a figure appear in the center of the platform. Simultaneously, the three knights bow in reverence.

The King has arrived.

As the Heroes of Gotham regain clear vision they are met with a striking figure.

There stood a toned young man appearing both boyishly young, yet wisened and weathered. He had side swept hair the creeped to the bottom of his neck. His skin was pale with an icy blue tint. He opened his eyes to reveal they shone an electric green. Upon his head rest a crown made of a crystalline material, reminiscent of an aurora. He wore a navy blue cloak that had a rich purple hood lined with stark white fur. The underside displayed a shifting galaxy pattern. His under suit was the same midnight black as Samhain’s. He donned golden arm bands and a gold chest plate in style quite similar to Spirit’s. His hand were covered in snow white gauntlets that matched Wraith’s vambraces.

They all stood in awe, beholden to the almost divine figure.

The king sent them a gentle smile. It was warm and comforting yet sent a chill down their shoulders.

King Phantom began to fly down toward the center of the city, his entourage fell into step behind him. He hovered several hundred feet over Wayne tower and looked down at the city. He then spoke in a booming voice, his tone kind but commanding.

“ I humbly greet the Lady Gotham, her champions, and her citizens,” the shadows curled toward him appreciatively. “ I am grateful for your cooperation in our effort to rectify a great injustice. As High King of the Infinite Realms it is one of my duties to preside over the afterlife. To bring guidance, peace, and justice to the souls under my jurisdiction. Recently, it has been brought to my attention that there is a soul among you who has not only dodged death, but caused great strife to a vast number of souls who call for justice.”

On the roof of Wayne Enterprises Jason and Damian both stiffen, but remain firm in their gaze toward the king. The king looks out at the city and sparing them the quickest of glances. He continues onward.

“ The man formerly know as Jack Napier, now called The Joker. He has avoided death on many an occasion but his life should have ended moment he fell into a vat of chemicals. Since then he has sent hundreds more to the afterlife. He has long yet to pay his dues. That is why on the behalf of justice, restoring balance, and of my subjects I officially condemn Jack Napier.”

“Jack Napier, you have been allowed 24 hours turn yourself into our custody in order to be put on trial for your crimes in the Infinite Realms. Should you fail to turn youself in, we shall take that as an admission of guilt and acceptance to be punished for your actions. After the 24 hours are up, Samhain shall use his horn to summon The Hunt and we shall track you down.”

His gaze passed specifically over Red Hood, one of the Oracle’s drones, Nightwing, Signal, Red Robin, and Batman before he spoke his next words.

“All those souls who have been wronged by the Joker, both living and deceased, who wish to have a hand in their justice have been invited to join The Hunt if they so choose.”

The king lifted his hand, calling the swirling green clouds to his gather in his palm. The clouds swiftly rearranged themselves into a smokey timer hanging in the sky.

An impish smirk graced King Phantom’s face as he let out a malicious laugh and gave his final decree.

“ Your time begins now!”

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[sorcerersandskillusers]

Card Meanings in the new, The Day I Picked Up Dazai art.

Ok so im currently still in shock that were getting new day I picked up dazai content so bare with me, but onece again Asagiri has included playing cards in his art so of course I have to break down what they mean.

Lets start with side A (the right side):

First we see a joker:

While Gogol is the obvious fit for the joker, the card also describes Dazai extremely well. He is almost always acting like the fool in any given situation, even in the mafia he loved to be as weird and funny as he could as well as tease and annoy the people around him, something jesters famously did.

In fact, his dynamic with Mori is very close to how a king and a jester used to work, where the jester was the only person who was allowed to openly mock the king and would usually heckle him. They also played a key part in psychological warfare, which we see Dazai specialises in.

I think the whole; wit, intelligence and unpredictability kind of speaks for itself.

Next card is the four of spades:

This one is also really fitting, it shows how after the day I picked up Dazai side A, Dazai settles into his little routine of going to bar lupin with Oda as well as how he finally has someone who he can trust and be comfortable around. Finally, it is a clear message of optimism, something Dazai never shows before he meets Oda.

Next the two of hearts:

This one is pretty obvious, it's Dazai and Oda spending time at bar lupin. It actually fits so well, there's not much I can say about it other then how it shows the love and care Dazai and Oda had for each other (platonically)

Now for Side B (prepare to cry)

The first card is the three of spades:

Whyyyyyyyyyy... why Asagiri. This one is also fairly obvious but it has multiple meanings. It most clearly represents Dazai suffering in side B as he has to run the mafia without odasaku and live in utter loneliness while destroying all the connections he never got to have for the sake of a friend he never got to meet.

“It was hard,” muttered the young man. “It was really hard fighting Mimic without you in the organization. I had no choice but to take over for Mori and make enemies of everyone around me to expand the business. Everything I did was for this world’s—”

It also represents the moment on the platform where he nearly tells Odasaku the truth and goes with him to bar lupin, the horrible decision to abandon everything for Odas future

The next card is... the ace of spades:

The ace of spade has many meanings, most of which involve change or transition, but by far its most famous meaning it death. I really don't think I have to explain this one, Beast Dazai having the card of death has a pretty clear meaning.

But the ace of spade does have a secondary meaning, and this one is a little more hopeful, as it shows Dazai passing the safety of this world onto Atsushi and Auktagawa.

Finally, (it's a bit hard to see) we have the ten of diamonds:

I want to focus mostly on the highlighted part because it's what really applies to BEAST Dazai, he lived his whole life to create a world where what matters most to him, that Oda gets to be happy and write his books, becomes real. This card doesn't apply to Dazai directly, more to the fact that he made succeeding in his mission his only priority and discarded everything else.

Bonus round Odasku card; the king of clubs

the only card thats seen on Oda's section and one that clearly represents Odasaku as a character.

"King of clubs represents a dark man, who is loyal and kind. He is a good businessman, shrewd with money and investments, but isn’t selfish. In fact, the King of clubs is a very devoted father, husband and citizen. In a broader sense, the King of clubs encompasses idealized qualities of a fatherly figure. This card is universally considered as a very good omen."

I feel like this sums Odasaku up very well, the devoted father and loyal friend parts are just him to a t.

(this is also the card I think best represents Fukuzawa)

Right, I think I got everything, if you disagree with this or find something I missed, please reblog or comment with whatever you want to add, or send me an ask. I love discussing, and hearing other people's views as long as they're respectful.

If you add something, please add it in the post not the tags, so I can reply to it (or in the tags if that makes you more comfortable)

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[sincerely-sofie]

I think you mentioned a while ago that you were creating plans around the Loyal three, Ogerppn and Pecharunt. You have anything you want to share about them?

Some notes I’ve made on these jokers:

Pecharunt gave the elderly mortals who raised him a plateful of mochi he made by himself as a gift for a holiday celebrating parents in the area, using a recipe his adopted parents made for him countless times. However, his abilities draw out the greed in those who eat any food he prepares, and the mortals became selfish parodies of their former selves.

Pecharunt’s parents required him to collect gifts for them, and would make snide remarks implying that they loved him less when he failed to give them the things they requested. When they made a big deal out of wanting the masks in a distant village, Pecharunt left on a long journey alone in order to collect them and ensure his parents loved him for a few days after he gave them the gifts and before they asked for something else.

(The effects of Pecharunt's mochi wear off after a significant time spent without continually eating it, depending on how much was consumed in the past. Pecharunt's parents slowly shrugged off the greedy trance they were in. It felt like coming awake from a dream you could barely remember— they found their house stuffed full of expensive items and their son missing. When the memories of what occured during their trances returned to them, they panicked. They sold all of the gifts they had Pecharunt get them and used the money to hire people to search for their child and bring him home. They weren't successful.)

(They die from age and grief before Pecharunt comes home. The person who later moves into their house lets Pecharunt explore his childhood home when he finally returns to face his parents, scared of what they might say, to allow him some closure.)

On his journey, Pecharunt encountered the Loyal Three one by one (Okidogi first, followed by Munkidori, then Fenzandipiti) and transformed them in exchange for their help in securing gifts for his parents. Upon making the pact, the Loyal Three were wrapped in purple chains that bound them to Pecharunt's demands and cannot be removed until their pact is fulfilled.

(Pacts are a thing Legends are able to do, along with curses.)

Pecharunt sent the Loyal Three in to Ogerpon’s home to steal the four masks his parents wanted, but they were interrupted by Ogerpon’s own mortal parent returning and defending his home. The Loyal Three managed to steal three masks after the mortal was severely injured, and made a hasty escape without the final mask of the set secured.

Ogerpon came home to find her den in a state of disarray and couldn't find her father anywhere. Worried, she donned the Teal Mask and rushed down to the nearby village to ask if anyone knew what happened to him, and discovered Pecharunt and the Loyal Three bragging to the villagers about the scuffle they had with one of those freaks outside town along with their ill-gotten gains. Ogerpon flew into a flew into a rage after learning of her father’s death and killed the Loyal Three, wounded Pecharunt to such an extent that if she were mortal she'd be coming home with new powers, and returned to her den to mourn. Pecharunt had to hibernate to recover from the attack.

Ogerpon was eventually driven out of her home by the villagers, who had already feared her and her father but developed a hatred after the confrontation in their town square that killed the Loyal Three. She wanders the world while wearing the mask she carries to honor her father’s memory, as it belonged to him before his passing.

The Loyal Three were brought back as Legends by people's beliefs in their nobility and kindness.

Pecharunt's name is Momo.

Ogerpon’s name is Ponpon.

They eventually reconcile and bond over the grief of their late parents.

#the present is a gift au #ogerpon #pecharunt #the loyal three #fezandipiti #munkidori #okidogi #pokémon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #sofie answers asks

[jokeroutsubs]

📝ENG Translation: When Italians sing out loud in Slovene

Article written by Urška Petaros and published by Primorski dnevnik on 30.3.2024, English translation by TT katysmusic77 and @kurooscoffee, proofread by IG GBoleyn123.

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As a part of their 'See You Soon' European tour, the Slovenian rock group performed in Padua. They gained their fame through Eurovision.

A lot of musicians have already proven that the Eurovision stage can help you gain popularity. The band Joker Out have also made the most out of their eurovision experience. If the rockers have already achieved everything they could in Slovenia, given that they hava already sold out the biggest arena in Slovenia, named Stožice, group of five friends and talented musicians have managed to spread their songs and Slovene music amongst the fans of other European countries as well.

They started their European tour at the beginning of March, during which they visited 21 cities in 13 countries (after Easter the group will have three more gigs in the UK). Their last gig before the holiday break was in Padua.We went to the concert even though the Italian press agency, who was in charge of the organisation, didn’t want to give us accreditation. Two girls from Florence confirmed it was hard for the non-citizens to get to the venue, because of its remote location, but when the protagonists of the evening came on stage all of this was forgotten.

The Slovenian rockers started the concert with hits from their first two albums like 'Gola', 'Vem da greš' and 'Katrina'. The crowd In Padua Hall maybe wasn’t as loud as at some other concerts in bigger venues, which the band have sold out in some other countries, but given the closeness of Padua, there were a lot of Slovenian fans; that being said, people from diferent parts of Italy formed the majority of the public.

First hits and unreleased songs

Joker out performed some of their original songs in Serbian too, called 'Ona' and 'Demoni' and their last English single 'Everybody's Waiting', which Bojan dedicated to every person "who ever experienced panic attacks". They hyped the crowd by performing two unreleased songs- 'Šta bih ja' and 'Bluza', which already gained popularity online with the help of amateur videos from different European cities, so the most loyal fans have already mastered the lyrics and sang with the band. The band still has to record the new songs, so the fans will have to wait a bit for the official release of the studio versions, but during the concert it was confirmed that they plan to release the new album at the end of September.

For the song 'Metulji', Jan Peteh switched his guitar for the piano, but the performances from every single one of the members deserves praise: Jure Maček played the drums masterfully, Kris Guštin was playing different guitars and provided backing vocals alongside their bass player Jordan. Cvjetićanin knew how to hype the crowd by giving thanks in italian many times.

It all started with Carpe Diem

At the beginning of the concert, the singer already promised that the event will be multiligual: and it was; the boys sang in Slovene. Serbian and English (during 'Tokio' also in 'Japanese'). While singing 'Umazane misli'' the singer got off stage to join the crowd and organized a karaoke session. He encouraged people to sing in various languages (from Italian to Finnish), some having the lyrics written down to help them.

Joker Out finished the hour-long concert with a song "that changed their lives". It was 'Carpe Diem', which they presented at Eurovision 2023 in Liverpool, which gained them popularity in Europe and signified the start of their international career. With the encore an acoustic version of 'Novi val' (guitar and vocal), the boys expressed their desire for peace and a world without wars. Even though they have English versions of both songs, the boys performed them in their native tongue on the stage in Padua.

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JASON

He never approved of your job at Ace Chemicals.  Of course he never said that, not to you.  He celebrated your promotion with you, ordered take-out on nights when he couldn't be there, listened to you rant even though he couldn't understand a word.  But he hated that you worked at the same place that created the most heinous of Gotham's rogue gallery, that you were a single OSHA violation from becoming the Joker's genderbent double.

You didn't know that.  Why would you?  It happened years ago, and Ace never broadcast that little trivia.  It would ruin their PR, bring unwanted attention that could come with a nasty price tag.  Only Batman and his allies knew that – and the Joker, obviously.  And probably Harley.  Maybe a few of the other  villains… Okay fine, a lot of people knew, but you weren't one of them, and he couldn't exactly break that news without inviting several new and awkward questions.  So he never told you, never asked you to quit, just helped you and supported you while the nagging worries in the back of his mind stayed exactly there.

Now he sprints through the factory, kicking himself with every step.  He should have forced you to quit.  He should have told you everything, even if it meant revealing the truth about his night job.

Why had he been hesitant in the first place?   Fear for your safety?  Maybe.  You were a pretty tough cookie.  You used to joke that you were the tough one in the relationship, and part of him believed it.  Maybe he'd kept the secret out of loyalty to Batman.  Back then, it made sense.  He would have killed for the man if it came to that.

Back then, he thought Bruce would do the same for him.

Jason grinds his teeth together until every heavy footstep jars his jaw.  Damn it.  Damn it, damn it, damn it.  He should’ve known Scarecrow would pull some shit like this.  It was just fucking like him.  You were an insurance policy, the prize for remaining loyal to him.  “Once I understood your greatest fear, controlling you was simple.”  That was the crap he spewed to every person that stood up to him.  Every ally that he suspected would betray him.  This was all a game to him, the world’s trickiest game of chess, a test to his superiority.   At his core, he was no better than the Joker.

He thought he could control Jason by risking your safety – and he was right.  If anything happened to you, his brittle sanity would shatter like glass.

But nothing is going to happen to you.  Jason only had to hold one guy’s hand in sulfuric acid to find out where Scarecrow’s keeping you, and he is going to get to you.  Fuck Scarecrow’s plan to break the Bat.  It can wait.

The door may be locked, but that’s not going to stop the walking arsenal.  Jason slaps an explosive on the metal door and ducks around the corner to shield himself from the explosion.  His armor is top of the line, meant to outdo even Lucius Fox’s finest work, but he’s not going to take stupid risks like that.  That was the old him.  That was Robin.  The Arkham Knight is calculated, and the Arkham Knight isn’t going to facetank C4.  (Even though, let’s face it, he could probably walk through the explosion like an action movie badass.  Can he glue sunglasses to his helmet?  A thought for later.)

It isn’t hard to find you.  The only hiding place here is a table large enough to fit at least three people underneath it.  He ignores your panicked shrieks as he drags  you out of your hiding place and slings you over his shoulder as easily as if  you’re an empty sack.

“Put me –”

“Shut up.  I’m saving  you.”  He hates talking to you like this.  Hates having to pretend he’s just a soldier doing his job and not your heroic boyfriend.  Hates that you’re beating your fists against his shoulder plates instead of sighing ‘my hero!’ and swooning in his arms.  More than anything, he longs to rip his helmet off and show you who he is, show you he’s alive and he’s fine and you’re going to be okay, it’s safe now, he’s here – but there isn’t time.  The annoying pleasant automated voice over the intercom announces that an explosion is imminent.  He has to get you out.

His helicopter is still on the pad.  Even from here, he can see the terror etched on his soldier’s faces as they gesture frantically for him to hurry.  “I can only go so fast goddammit,” he grumbles under his breath – not that he really had to lower his voice.  The whup-whup-whup of the spinning blades are so loud that he could probably yell and no-one would hear him.  Still, it feels good to mutter protests like he did when he worked with the Bat.

…no.  Not with.  For.  It never was a partnership – it was always Big Daddy Bat and pitiful little Robin clinging to his cape.

He seethes with frustration as he shoves you into his lieutenant’s arms.  The man is just helping you onto the helicopter so he can focus on getting in himself.  It’s a time-saver.  But he hates the idea of someone else touching you, even like this.  He is the one saving you.  This isn’t a joint operation.  This isn’t Strike Team Alpha or some shit.  This is the Arkham Knight, blazing through a burning factory to pluck you from the arms of Death itself.

Well, when he recounts the story later, he’s not mentioning any of these guys.  Screw them.

With a single button press, he tunes his helmet’s radio to the frequency of the chopper and shouts instructions to the pilot.  The lieutenant wraps a blanket around your shoulders, helping you get comfortable in the cramped and jerking confines as the helicopter rises into the air far faster than it should.  He stands up front like he always does, but he half-turns to keep you in the corner of his eye at all times.  Let them get fresh with you – it’s a quick way to find out what it’s like to get thrown out of a helicopter.  An exclusive offer.  Not many people get to say they’ve done that.

“Drop us off there.”  He points to the roof of the Doyle building, a tall building that once held crumbling gargoyles and steeples taller than most churches.  Thanks to the Gotham council’s brilliant decision making, they had been torn down as part of the renovation project.  It is now sleek, shining, filled with windows and fluorescent lights and commercial comfort, but it is still your place.  Deep in its foundation lay the memories of the two of you laying on it, watching where the stars would be if not for the smog and light pollution of the city, snacking on greasy street food and arguing which villain could actually kill Superman if they had to.

He can’t think of a better place to ruin all the plans he’d crafted so carefully since his escape.

The helicopter doesn’t land – it isn’t safe, not anymore, this building is made of fiberglass and corporate dreams.  Jason drags you to your feet as gently as he can and helps you hop off the hovering, wobbling chopper.  He lands beside you as easily as jumping off a curb and waves them away, tossing a few orders through the radio for good measure.  Give him a few minutes, at least.  He needs this almost as much as he needs to kill Batman – actually, no.  He needs it more.

YOU

He doesn’t turn to face you right away.  You take a step back and eye him suspiciously, squinting against the dust and dirt spitting up in the vortex of the chopper’s wind.  It flies away, heading deeper into the city, and you two stand alone.  When he seems to be ignoring you for the time being (never mind that he’s clenching his fists at his sides like a man trying not to punch a hole in the wall), you risk looking away from him at the city.  Your city.  Even from here, you can see the smoke plumes wafting up from various fires, the eerie orange chemicals drifting into the sky from Ace Chemicals (where you would be if he hadn’t dragged you out, a thought that sends chills down your already icy back).  The only cars driving around below you are militarized tanks and armored vehicles, all bearing the insignia of the man standing before  you.

The city’s being invaded – that much is clear.  This random soldier that you’ve never heard of paired up with the Rogue’s Gallery to take over Gotham and intends to burn it all down.  At least he was willing to evacuate the civilians first – you don’t like to give credit to bad people, but you have to hand it to him.  Very few villains would even notice the innocent people they trample in their rampages.  That alone makes this guy stand out.

Why did he save you?  For that matter, how did he know you were there?  All the records were meant to show that you’d evacuated with everyone else, just like the other workers that were forced to stay behind to help manufacture Scarecrow’s new toxin.  You didn’t know what happened to the others.  They came for all of you, one by one, over the course of the night.  You’d heard screaming just a few minutes before this guy blew up the door (he blew up a door, what kind of maniac was he) and dragged you out of the factory literally kicking and screaming.  You had assumed it was your turn to find out how Scarecrow was dealing with his assets now that he no longer had a use for you.

You assumed it was your turn to die.

“Thank you.”  The words are reluctant, forced out between chattering teeth.  It’s awfully cold for the end of October – it tends to get pretty cold in Gotham, but this is ridiculous.  Still, voicing your gratitude is the least you can do.  This villain – because he is a villain, you know he’s here to kill the Bat, you know he’s willing to kill his way through Gotham to do it – went out of his way to drag you from the factory moments before it exploded.  Hell, he even had his guys give you a blanket.  He didn’t have to do any of that.  He went out of his way to do it.  The least you could give him, the only thing you can give him, is a thanks.

He dismisses your thanks with a wave.  “Don’t worry about it.  Couldn’t leave you there.  Not your fault Scarecrow left his marbles in the Asylum.”  There’s something about the way he talks that’s oddly and eerily familiar, even through the metallic distortion of his helmet’s voice modulator.  It’s comforting, yet horrifying.  You rack your brain, throwing names and faces at the imagined wall to see what sticks, but nothing works.  You have no idea who this guy is, but he’s so…familiar.

“Yeah.”  You pull the blanket tighter around you as a gust of wind finds its way through the gaps.  Once again,  your gaze drifts over Gotham.  A chilling scream fills the air, then fades into the various sounds of the city.  Your thoughts burn with questions demanding answers.  You shouldn’t ask them.  A bright light, dimmed through distance, flashes over the two of you.  It gleams against his sidearm, a gun that you couldn’t name if you tried but immediately makes you pause.  You don’t have to wonder if it’s loaded.

But you can’t stop yourself.  “Did you leave yours there too?”

He glances over his shoulder.  His helmet is as blank as a sheet of paper, yet somehow you can almost imagine an expression of surprise and delighted disbelief.  “If only you knew.”  There’s longing in that voice, as if he genuinely wishes you did know.  But you’re imagining that, almost certainly.

“Why?”  The word slips out before you can stop it.  “You’re a killer.  You’re here to kill Batman and burn Gotham to the ground and you’re working with Scarecrow of all fucking people – but you evacuated the city first.  You saved me.  I don’t get it.”

He laughs, a short bitter bark that makes your skin crawl.  “I’m a killer, yeah, but I don’t kill innocent people.  The civilians don’t need to get wrapped up in this war.  Besides, I’m doing it for them.  If they’re all dead, there’s no point, y’know?”

Hearing such casual language coming from a robot head atop a soldier’s stiff body is so weird.  Did you die in Ace Chemicals?  Is this your afterlife?  “You think killing Batman is good for Gotham?  He’s saving this city.”

“No. He’s not.”  The quiet fury that edges his voice forces you back a step.  His fists clench at his sides – you imagine that his knuckles gleam like moonlight under his gloves.  "Batman is a glorified man in a mask who martyrs himself nightly for a crusade that his own misguided morals prevent him from ever completing."

You almost laugh at the bitter words, at the painful memory they dredge up.  “You almost sound like someone I used to know.  He had a pretty big grudge against the Bat too.”

“Who doesn’t?”  He lets out a soft huff, reaching up to adjust his helmet.  His fingers linger on the clasps that connect it to his armor, as if he’s tempted for a moment to take it off.  You can’t stop the surge of excitement that rushes through you.  Will you, and you alone, know the identity of the Arkham Knight?

But he doesn’t remove his helmet.  He simply pulls a grappling hook from his belt, just like the one that Jason used to have.  “Stay here,” he orders with a single glance over his shoulder, the screened helmet rendering his expression unreadable.  “Someone will be along to get you to safety soon.  I have work to do.”

“Thank you for saving me,” you call as he shoots the hook at a construction crane and disappears into the smog of night.

Just like Jason used to.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x y/n #arkham knight #arkhamverse jason todd #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight x y/n #arkham knight x you

[natalchartnurtures]

the big three of Harley motherfucking Quinn, bitch

“I made a promise to myself that the next time I got a boyfriend I’d be on the lookout for red flags and if I saw anything I’d do the healthy thing and murder him.”

Here's my take on the (possible) big three of Harley Quinn.

Cancer Sun

Harley just GIVES huge Cancer energy. She's the quintessential ride-or-die kind of person and oh-so-loyal to the Joker. She even adopted a kid in Birds of Prey, remember? AND she defended the kid until the very end. If that isn't big sister/low-key momma bird energy, I don't know what is. She's just super caring and sweet at her core, which made me think of her being a Cancer Sun.

Libra Moon

Now she could be a Libra Moon for two main reasons, I think. One is because she has a literal Ph.D. in psych, and two is because she seems to value relationships A LOT, not just with the Joker but her dad as well. She got into psych so she could understand why her dad had abandoned her, so I'd like to think that her motivation to study was so she could understand why her dad simply left. Libra energy is known to be both intelligent and relationship-oriented, and Harley's character really combines both these attributes really well, which only got me to conclude that our girl has GOTTA be a Libra Moon.

Gemini Rising

Harley's transformation from a straight-laced psychiatrist to her iconic, crazy I-don't-care-who's-looking look (that we all know and love) AND her hair, which is part red and part blue, suggests DUALITY, aka Gemini vibes! Like I couldn't think of anything else. She's great at reading people, great at flirting, can go emotionless and cold when she has to, so it just adds up, don't you think? Side note though, I could def see her having major Uranus influence in her chart like Uranus in the first house or something; she gives that crazy young Miley Cyrus energy too, I feel :p

Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha! Love your perfume! What is that, the stench of death?

A hugeeee THANK YOU to EVERYbody who have been supporting me and showing love!!

Keep getting bamboozled by the skies and ill see ya :p

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#spirituality #astrology #astrology community #astrologyreadings #astro observations #zodiac #libra #gemini zodiac #cancer zodiac #libra zodiac #HarleyQuinn #DCComics #AstrologyAnalysis #CancerSun #LibraMoon #GeminiRising #CharacterAnalysis #JokerAndHarley #BirdsofPrey #FictionalAstrology #tumblr throughts

[idiotwhotalkstoomuch]

I mentioned in my post about Shadow Haru that she's taken control of all the shops and made a pricing system that makes it impossible for the Infiltrators to buy anything. This begs the question of how they get any medicine or weapons and the answer to that question is Mishima.

In the Perfect Semester, all of the confidants get put in Mementos by Joker both as a way of thanking them for their help and as a way to protect them from the reality that is currently under construction. Three personas of their arcana are there to protect them.

Mishima is the first confidant that is freed by the Infiltrators as his guards are the weakest because of the fact Mishima is subconsciously resisting what the Phantom Thieves are doing. This may seem strange since Mishima is the Phantom Thieves' #1 supporter but his entire confidant is about him learning what the Phantom Thieves truly are so when he sees what's become of the Thieves in the Perfect Semester, he can tell that something isn't right, the Phantom Thieves are becoming the tyrants they swore to destroy.

With the Phansite not being very helpful to the Infiltrators, Mishima supports the Infiltrators by becoming their fixer for supplies. Since he isn't part of the Infiltrators and shops recognize him as the Phantom Thieves' most loyal supporter, he can collect the medicine and weapons they need. However, he still has to be a somewhat sneaky as he can't just waltz around freely as that risks getting thrown back into Mementos and he still has to go find clinics and model weapon stores with Takemi and Iwai unavailable.

#persona 5 #p5 #p5r #persona 5 au #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal au #the perfect semester au #yuuki mishima #mishima yuuki #do you know at one point i wanted to make him join the infiltrators #it wouldve been so cool #but he would mess with the infiltrators' dynamic a lot and having him join would make supplies still a problem #so he got demoted to the fixer #sorry mishima i love you

[tagthescullion]

Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Rating: G

Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

AO3 link

Chapter 4: Thalia's Brother

Annabeth paced the front steps of her father’s home in San Francisco.

A few commuters threw weird looks her way; Annabeth had to remind herself this wasn’t New York and while not uncommon, strange behaviours would stand out more here than in Manhattan.

And yet she couldn’t stop her feet from stepping one in front of the other waiting for her guest who was running late. The little shit.

It wasn’t really that she had anything against Nico di Angelo. He was a solid ally to have on one’s side, despite the disconcerting feeling that he might’ve had a crush on her at some point. 

But more importantly, Annabeth knew he was the one demigod who knew everybody who was anybody. God, demigod, mortal, titan, for all Annabeth knew, he might even know a saint or two. Nico was the joker of a deck of cards. For whatever reason, he always seemed to know somebody who knew something useful.

Still, she wished he could be a little more punctual.

Percy had been missing for weeks already. Jason had said the Roman camp was in San Francisco. Or well, the Bay Area, which was close enough. But he didn’t remember exactly where.

It wasn’t Mount Othrys, obviously. They might have fought there, their Roman counterparts, but important mythical places were never good places to build camps. Too volatile. That’s why Camp Half-Blood wasn’t too close to Olympus.

The moment the son of Jupiter had mentioned the Bay Area, she’d decided she’d pay her father a visit. It was a strategic place to be if she needed to comb the area.

Annabeth had asked Jason whether he remembered a little pasty, scrawny son of Hades from the Roman camp, but she’d only got a bemused look and a raised eyebrow as an answer. Jason Grace had never met Nico di Angelo. Or he didn’t remember the boy, at least.

She was turning on her feet to pace the other way when she felt it. An unnatural chill that gave her goosebumps.

“Afternoon,” said a young voice behind her.

Annabeth jumped off the front steps and grabbed the son of Hades by his jacket. “You’re two hours late!”

Nico’s cold hands went up to unclench her fists from his clothes.

“You said after lunch!” He defended himself. “It’s only three!”

“Three?” She took a deep breath so she wouldn’t strangle him. “Who in Hades has lunch at three in the afternoon?”

“Not at three,” Nico argued. “I had lunch at two, but it’s recommended to wait half an hour before being attacked by your rabid cousin-in-law.”

She wanted to punch his smug little face. 

“Come inside,” she said instead. “We need to talk.”

Nico followed her into the living room. He took the room in without much interest, but she saw his eyes wander to the open door to her father’s study.

“Is that a model of Great War trenches?” He asked.

“You can see that later,” she told him. “First, I’d appreciate it if you could try to help.”

Nico nodded. 

She offered him coffee but he refused. He did take the seat in front of her, however, in one of the armchairs. 

“No news from Percy,” he said before she opened her mouth. “Not yet, anyway. But he’s not dead.”

In spite of trying her best to believe that Hera wouldn’t kill Percy, since that would ruin her exchange plan, it did relieve her to hear it from Nico. 

“We think we know where he might be,” she explained. 

Nico raised an eyebrow, and while his face didn’t look exactly like his father’s, his expression was remarkably similar. “And you’re not storming the place with an army of loyal demigods behind you?”

“I’m not Menelaus of Sparta, Nico,” she replied.

He shrugged.

“We don’t know exactly where he is,” she told him. “But there were developments in Camp, I mentioned this.” He nodded. “There were three new demigods, and one was Thalia Grace’s brother, Jason.”

She scanned his face for any kind of recognition. Even if Jason couldn’t remember Nico, there was no reason for Nico not to recall Jason, but the boy’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“Her brother?” His expression turned dubious. “She’s got a brother?”

“Nobody knew,” Annabeth said. She tried for her tone not to be bitter. “Not even I. I’m not sure Luke knew.” Then she realised whether Luke knew or not probably didn’t matter much to him. “Point is, he’s not exactly Zeus’ son.”

“Her mother had a son with another god?” Nico asked. 

“No, no!” She raised a hand for him to let her speak. “Or— No, yes, more or less.”

“Of course,” he said flatly. “That clears things up.”

“He’s the son of Jupiter,” she tried to make sense of what she was saying. “I’m not sure Thalia knew that, though.”

“I doubt she likes him more as Jupiter than as Zeus,” Nico guessed. The distant sound of thunder made his expression turn exasperated. “Apologies, Uncle.”

“No argument there,” Annabeth agreed. Thalia had never seen eye to eye with her father, and she doubted the distinction between Greek and Roman would make their relationship any better. Then she realised Nico hadn’t quite reacted to the idea of Jupiter instead of Zeus. She crossed her arms. “You don’t look very surprised about the Roman thing.”

Nico studied her face. “I don’t think anything surprises me anymore.” He made himself comfortable in the armchair. “Cioè, the gods… they went forward with history. It does make some sense that they were there after Greece… or during Greece but in another place? That part does confuse me, I guess.”

“Join the team,” Annabeth said. She was still uneasy about how well he’d taken it. “Has your father ever mentioned this?”

Nico thought for a second. “He’s said things like, ‘Back in Roman times’, or ‘When we were in Rome’.” He raised his index finger as if he’d just had an idea: “And Apollo told us the Romans had made him and his sister the gods of the sun and the moon because of downsizing.” He slouched back into his seat. “But they were the same gods, weren’t they?”

“Not quite,” Annabeth emphasised. “The gist of it was the same, but their manners, their relationship with the mortal realm, the way they were perceived, all those were different.”

“So same idea, different vibes,” Nico summed up. 

“Never try to use modern language again,” Annabeth advised.

Nico frowned. “You know what I mean.”

She nodded. “At any rate, it turns out the Queen of Olympus has set a plan in motion.”

“You sound delighted about it,” he commented, and Annabeth could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Absolutely,” she deadpanned. “Not a single murderous thought. She decided an exchange was in order. So Jason the son of Jupiter was kindly brought to Camp Half-Blood’s attention…”

Nico looked at her expectantly.

She waited to see if he could guess where this was going. She’d always had the impression Nico was no fool. He could connect the dots by himself.

“And…” Nico drawled. “Percy was thrown in the boot of Hera’s car like a spare tyre?”

“You’re unbelievable,” she snapped. “He was sent to a Roman demigod camp, who knows where, in which Jason Grace is apparently a leader!”

“Right—” Nico hesitated. “Well, you know, Percy is a good leader himself, he won’t do too badly, will he?”

“I don’t care how well or not he does!” Annabeth realised her voice was growing louder, but she couldn’t quite help it. “I just want him back!”

Nico had pressed himself against the back of the armchair, away from her wrath. “Did Jason Grace say where his camp was?”

“No.” Annabeth took a deep breath. She felt her eyes sting with tears and she hated the thought of crying again over this. “He can’t remember anything, Hera took his memories. She must’ve taken Percy’s too.”

Nico nodded. He looked at her, his eyes —a deep brown he must’ve gotten from his mother— full of compassion. He leaned forward in his seat.

“I’m sorry I haven’t found him yet,” he said. “Having no memories is shit.”

Annabeth cleaned a wayward tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. She’d forgotten he couldn’t remember his past either. She felt a thread of self-reproach; here she was, dumping her issues on a pre-teen who couldn’t have had it easy himself. 

“It’s not your fault,” she assured him. “That bitch is to blame. As always. Messing around with this? If the Greeks and Romans have been separated for centuries then there’s obviously a reason for that!”

Nico looked out of the window into her backyard for several seconds.

“Perhaps it’s not a bad idea to unite forces,” he suggested. Seeing her expression he backtracked. “Not like this! Gods, no. If the Queen of Olympus wanted to make us all meet, there were so many other less invasive ways! But I mean,” he waved his hand around trying to find the right words. “If there’s another camp of people out there, people who’ve also been trained and who could help us…” He shrugged, suddenly unsure. “Maybe it’s not the worst thing to happen, isn’t it?”

“What if Percy’s there?” She asked. “And he can’t remember any of us at all?”

“I don’t think there’s a single force in the universe that could stop Percy Jackson from coming back to the people he loves,” Nico said with such strength it startled Annabeth. “If he finds his way to that Roman camp, at least we’ll know he’s safe and looked after, and he’ll find a way to communicate with you.”

She hadn’t thought of Nico as a particularly convincing boy, but she was desperate enough to believe him with all of her heart. 

And, who knew? Maybe it was true, if Percy had no memories, it was better to be somewhere safe rather than wandering around North America all by himself. 

“It’s near San Francisco,” she said. “The Roman camp.”

Nico nodded slowly. 

“I’ll keep an eye out,” he promised. “For Percy and for any unknown mythological activity in the area.”

She gave him an honest smile. “Thank you, really.”

Nico looked a bit uncomfortable –Annabeth recalled he didn’t like dealing with feelings, not unlike her, really–, so she schooled her face into her usual unbothered expression.

“You were eyeing my dad’s World War One model, right?” She asked.

The boy seemed relieved at the change of subject. 

“Yeah,” he said. “It reminded me of stories my nonno used to tell me, about his time in the trenches.” 

Annabeth glanced at him, he appeared to be lost in thought. She guessed he had started to remember bits and pieces of his past. She tried not to feel annoyed that he was starting to remember when Percy’s memory had been stolen. 

After all, if Nico and Jason were getting some of their memories back, it meant godly interference could only work so far, and Percy would eventually remember as well.

She spent half her afternoon showing Nico her dad’s model. She’d never spent much time with him by herself, but she found him to be a lot less scary when he was inspecting toy planes than when he arrived at a battle with an undead army on toe.

#annabeth chase #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion #percy jackson #jason grace #embellished lies

[the-girl-who-used-to-write]

So...I watched the 1993 Three Musketeers movie last night and I had some brain rot. So, to all of my lost boys friends (especially @ghoulgeousimmaculate, who convinced me to publish this in the first place)...

THE LOST BOYS AS MUSKETEERS

Starting off easy...

DAVID AS ATHOS

The defacto leader of their group of misfits, I see David and Athos as parallels of each other and NOT just because they are both played by Kiefer Sutherland (although that definitely helped.)

Athos and David are both passionate men but they are very serious and stoic. Both have been hurt in the past and while I think Athos is definitely more of a romantic from what we see, David did have a love interest in the unmade Lost Boys prequel.

Athos also takes on a big-brother esque role to the other Musketeers, especially D'Artagnan. David is very much the 'big brother' of the boys if you consider them to be brothers, he's the leader and he is the one who (I think) tries to keep them in line when Max isn't there.

Athos is also a drinker and you cannot tell me that David probably doesn't enjoy a good drink from time to time rather than the blood. David is most definitely an alcohol snob.

DWAYNE AS ARAMIS

Aramis, much like Dwayne, is the hardest of the musketeers to get a read on to me. Maybe I think these two are similar because of the luscious hair.

I think the reason that I saw Dwayne and Aramis as similar are much to do with the fact that Aramis is a man who at his core is respectful, a lot more poetic and a lot more of a deeper thinker than the others, especially Porthos. We see that as much when they are talking about how they respectively woo girls, Porthos with kisses and Aramis with poetry and words of love. I personally always saw Dwayne as someone who could probably charm the pants off of anyone and I imagined him as being a silent film star before his turning (if we are making up our own backstories).

Aramis is also, arguably, the most respectful of the Musketeers. He reads final rites to those he kills (we see that in the fight with the Cardinal's guards) and he is less of a joker than someone like Porthos or even D'Artagnan. Something as simple as him being the one to encourage D'Artagnan to distribute the wealth among the poorer townsfolk when they rob the Cardinal's carriage.

Dwayne is very much a silent presence in the boys but with the way that the entire fandom headcanons him, he and Aramis have a lot in common. He's protective, he's loyal, he's an enforcer however he doesn't jump into fights for no reason, Dwayne is also a ladies' man (or at least he definitely used to be I think).

PAUL AS PORTHOS

I know Porthos and Paul are maybe the least similar in terms of looks but I think in terms of personality, these two have a lot in common.

Porthos is a drinker, Porthos is a player, Porthos enjoys a party and he is not afraid of a fight. If you look closely during the carousel scene in Lost Boys, Paul and Marko are the ones to first attack when the man goes for Dwayne. Paul and Porthos are both party animals who have probably engaged in more than one drunken brawl.

I think there is also a loyalty to Paul that we see in Porthos. Porthos always protects his Musketeer brothers and Paul goes to bat for the boys and others numerous times in the movie. if you read the final scene in the Emerson house in a certain way, Paul protects Laddie and Star from the Frog's, closing the door behind them and coming after the brothers, who were about to kill them.

Of course, Porthos also carries a lot of the humour of the movie and Paul is very much a joker. He is the light-hearted one of the boys it seems, he was the nicest according to Star in the novelisation and we see that he is also (along with Dwayne), the closest to Laddie, so context clues lead us to believe that he maybe one of the more fun boys to be around (not that they aren't all fun).

MARKO AS D'ARTAGNAN

This is something that Ghoulie can attest to but I messaged her yesterday saying that D'Artagnan in this movie reminded me of Michelangelo's David, or 'The Fallen Angel' by Alexandre Cabanel. Maybe this is partially the reason that I see him as a counterpart to Marko, the boy that looks like a renaissance painting come to life. It also helps that they both have a gorgeous head of curls.

This, in all honesty, was the easiest parallel for me. D'Artagnan is a young, roguish, reckless boy who doesn't always think before he acts and is very handsome and good with the ladies (and that's not me projecting, D'Artagnan literally has a guy after him because he 'romanced' his sister) (allegedly)

I just think he's very much like Marko. I always imagine that Marko was the youngest, even if he was turned before the other boys (I sometimes think Marko could have been a highwayman), I always see Marko as the youngest of the boys and considering D'Artagnan is the youngest of the Musketeers, I think it works.

Their reckless natures match each other well as well, Marko's most definitely does bike tricks like D'Artagnan does that thing with the horse where he jumps off and back onto it and they both run into danger. There's also a protectiveness though, a loyalty to those that they care about.

[j0kers-light]

Hiii, how are you Chaos???

I haven't read the comics, if I'm not wrong you have, right? Because you know a lot of things about J and It is just incredible

If you have read the comics, could you explain a bit about how Joker is in those? (If you have based your version of J too pls)

ALSO, you said Frost appears in the comics, but the only Frost I've found is this woman

https://images.app.goo.gl/NuHiHAFUWuNNDYDk6

And the only goon of Joker that I've found is this one (I know Neo and Mac are your ocs but I remember you saying that Frost appears in the comics)

WOW CHAOS I WAS LOOKING FOR A PIC OF THE OTHER GOON AND FOUND THIS MAN NAMED JONNY FROST(????

https://images.app.goo.gl/XzVwFc8fH9dDDhNi6

Is this who you based Frost of? I can't find any black man named Frost And he is said to he the mist loyal man

This is the other goon, does he exist in the Chaos universe?

https://images.app.goo.gl/8RJfjhrC3bJL6irE6

I believe his name is gaggy? I'm not sure

I would love to see his dynamic with Joker/his goons, maybe he is part of Joker's past? Someone he had to get rid off

In short, you would do me a great favor if you explained a little about the Joker from the comics and what parts of him you have taken for your story because I find it very interesting 😭

and his anarchist side too because I don't get why does he do all that, does he simply want to watch the world burn? Just Chaos? Is that it, he isn't power hungry nor he wants another person to have political control? Doesn't he do all that because he believes in something?

SORRY FOR YAPPING 😭

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I'm doing lovely! omg Chaos universe has me in a spiral!!! I'm popular enough to have my own universe😫what an honor! And DO NOT apologize for yapping! I read every word with rapt attention.

So let's discuss anon! Grab a seat and a snack, we're going in deep!

Yes, I've read most of the comics save for a few here and there. Depending on the comic..... Joker is either a jester who kills for fun, the epitome of evil who thinks killing is funny, or clinically insane and doesn’t see the difference in anything. He just out here ballin’ or all of the above.

The Joker is so complex I could write essays for the rest of my life talking about him. My favorite depiction of J is from The Killing Joke although in the “Chaos universe” (I love saying that) Joker derives from the Nolan trilogy and the Arkham Games. Heavy on the games; they’re my favorites for a reason. So a mixture of all Jokers really 🤔 Here's a chart if you're interested! I've seen/read/played them all except for 2019.

Anyhoo. Yes! That's Killer Frost a completely different character who is absolutely amazing in her own right. Good call out 😉

AND CONGRATULATIONS FOR FINDING FROST! Let’s talk about Frosty!!! ❄❄❄❄

Although this depiction of Frost sorta kinda betrays Joker and ends up being killed for it, I took some creative liberties with making him my own.

Joker's Loyal Three what a concept. Mac and Neo are of course my OC's (I did not have to go so hard creating them 😤but I did)

Frost is actually albino but since I write for people of color.. I made him African American so he’s kinda a OC to an extent. Frost is divorced in my series and he has a daughter which I named Genesis so I'm staying canon but giving him a Chaos spin.

There are some background conversations that reference Frost in Arkham Asylum (or maybe Origins) and I just felt it was the right thing to do to honor Frost and give him flowers. I think details no matter how small really matter when creating a story.

I honestly don't know this third character Gaggy? so no he will not be making a cameo in any of my series 🤣

Now. As for Joker's schtick. Everything to Joker is funny in some way hence the name. Once you take that away aspect, Joker isn't really that much of a threat. He has no superpowers, no advantage other than being unpredictable and insane-- so the reason why Joker "does what he does" (I think) is maintain his one desire. To be remembered.

His ultimate fear (in the comics) is being forgotten and if no one pays him any attention... 🤷🏾‍♀️poof. So Joker pulls these elaborate stunts, he works hard to gain Batman's attention and be the number one villain to stay memorable and feared by the citizens of Gotham. Yes, he wants to watch the world burn, no he really doesn't believe in anything. That's what makes him a threat. He's unpredictable even after all these years.

Some versions of Joker (the one's I like) he knows what he's doing is wrong, yet he does not care. He isn't power hungry, he doesn't care about the average man, he just wants people to see the world like he does as One. Big. Joke.

He's that de-synthesized, that far removed from humanity that if he dies, oh well. Now if Batman dies... now that's another story. No one entertains Joker's mental instability the way Bats does. A world without Batman is another big fear for Joker.

It's also the biggest fight of them all; good verses evil. Batman vs. Joker. Never ending, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Lol, now I'm yapping and quoting The Dark Knight. 🤣😭

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #i hope that answers the question #joker's backstory #Joker's ideology #chaos rant #lore building #Joker's loyal three #ledger!joker #ledger joker #heath joker

[corpsebasil]

Triple Threat Headcannons Before Part 4

if you haven’t read triple threat check my Masterlist!

Ansel:

- most attractive of the siblings. like, this man could model if he didn’t have such a twisted mind

- most like Stu; crazier than his younger siblings

- would gladly kill you if it meant he kept his siblings safe

- was the first one out of foster home and managed to get custody of his younger siblings and he would’ve killed lots of people that tried to get in the way

- preferred weapon is a gun. yes, a gun, though he can use anything he puts his hands on

- has a habit of being extremely loud at random moments. like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he just SCREECHES like a cat at the top of his lungs

- pays for almost everything even though no one asks where he’s getting the money

- I feel like he’d have hazel eyes. idk.

- tall. tall.

- calls himself ‘the Joker’ as his nickname because he identifies with the character. his fave Joker is Heath Ledger.

- love love loooves pizza.

Matteo:

- calmest of the three.

- there’s speculation that he may or may not be Billy’s son, thanks to the slight differences in his appearance than his siblings, but no one addresses that or knows.

- has medical experience. need stitches? check. need to go to the hospital? don’t bother, Matteo’s got you.

- has the most level head and highest intelligence in the family. reads a lot, mostly non-fiction.

- not shy but is quiet and reserved. extremely loyal and only truly interacts with his brother and sister.

- definitely brown eyed. like big baby cow eyes, but don’t let that make you think you’re safe.

- makes most of the decisions. he’s the general of a small army of three and pulls Ansel and Lola in line sometimes.

Lola:

- devious woman.

- on the shorter side and absolutely gorgeous. dark hair and eyes like Matteo but her features are closer to Stu than Matteo’s are.

- I feel like she’s a major girl’s girl. wanna get a pumpkin spice latte and then watch a horror movie? hell to the fuckin’ yeah.

- super friendly and flirty but she’d still cut you.

- never had feelings for Ethan although she flirts with him from time to time just for entertainment.

- her favorite book is ‘Bunny’.

- can’t cook but she sure can rack up the charges on Ansel’s card through Uber Eats.

- makes the best margarita you’ll ever try.

- extremely smart when it comes to engineering. she literally hand-crafts her own bombs.

#triple threat #Stu’s kids #Ansel macher #matteo macher #stu macher #Ghostface #scream 7 #Ethan landry #scream six

[distort-opia]

Oh! oh! I would LOVE to see your recommendations of fics where batman/joker mourn each other, please!

Woo, okay! Thank you for your interest in my brainrot [finger guns]

I had to split this in three slightly different categories that... all encompass a form of grieving (even though in some of the following fics, Batman might be the one doing the murdering). I’ve not included the much darker variety of Joker-kills-Batman fics, which skew towards Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, because technically, Joker doesn’t do a lot of mourning in them. (But there are certainly some out there that’ll make you want to eat glass, haha.)

These are all set in the comics, or in the Arkham or Injustice games, because that’s my jam -- so it’s not a comprehensive rec list for this subject in all Batman-verses. Also, a big massive (obvious) warning for major character death and heavy angst; heed the tags for each fic, as always.

Batman kills Joker (but he’s already mourning):

+ I'll Tell You No Lies by TheMidnightOwl (multi-chapter, rated M, 29.5k words)

Earth-22. One mistake was all it took. In the months that pass after Bruce accidentally kills a hired gun, he must reevaluate his life, his methods, and his mission. He remembers everything the Joker has ever said to him, every taunt he ever made, every similarity they share, and this time he's listening. This time he gets the joke.

A fix-it of the origin of The Batman Who Laughs. Readable without having read any of the Dark Nights: Metal series, more details inside.

+ For the Court of the Crimson King by Cultivation (rated T, 8.5k words)

From Darkseid's brainwashing and the Mobius chair's torture, Batman is split from Bruce Wayne. Batman is loyal and in love with his master's grand vision for Apokolips. Bruce Wayne retains his identity— his humanity— and intends to regain control.

To ensure loyalty to Darkseid, Batman is given his first mission: destroy what’s left of Bruce Wayne.

This is no easy task; there isn’t much left to destroy. The only thing left he can grasp at Wayne would very much like to destroy himself.

+ friend, please by distortopia (rated M, 6.8k words)

Joker will not let a disease, of all things, do him in. He was always meant to die at the hands of the Bat. He hadn’t tortured him enough before; he had been holding back. But now he would present Bruce with an impossible, obvious choice: kill Joker before he killed the world.

Joker is dying:

+ Any Last Words? by gaily-daily (passionateartist) (not rated, 1.4k words)

“I don’t hold conversations with criminals.” Batman says without thinking. It’s instinct to shoot down any and all invitations Joker gives him by now. But Bruce needs to reel himself back. Barbara can't trace the call if he doesn't play along. So with that in mind, he gives a very deep sigh and opens his mouth. “How’s your day going?”

(prompt where person A is dying and calls person B and then carries on a normal conversation while they bleed out)

Either Batman or Joker are dead/missing:

+ Sooner Than You Think by DictionaryWrites (rated M, 1.2k words)

After the events of Arkham City, Bruce doesn't know what to do with himself, and secludes himself in the Batcave.

+ The Bitterest Joke by Dracze (rated T, 4,8k words)

Set during the “Mother Panic Gotham AD” comic.

Joker doesn’t handle grief very well.

+ The Clown by CaptainMarls (rated T, 700 words)

A criminal, dead by the hands of a savior.

After Superman kills the Joker, Batman tries to react and finds he has no idea how.

+ The Next Best Thing by Dracze (rated T, 5k words)

Set during "Injustice: Ground Zero" issue 6 (or Joker's chapter in the game).

You do not take away a Batman's Joker.

+ The Last Five Years by Dracze (rated T, 1.9k words)

Set somewhere around "Injustice: Gods Among US" Year Five, issues 10-14. Knowledge of the comics is not necessary to understand the fic if you know the game or the basic premise, but it will help.

Selina leaves the resistance. Alfred tries to comfort Bruce the way he usually does, only to discover that Bruce is already seeking comfort with someone else.

+ The Truth by freakedelic (rated T, 3.8k words)

Set during Injustice: Gods Among Us. Bruce refuses to break.

“There’s one last thing to try,” Diana says. Kal turns on her.

“Elaborate.”

She fingers the golden lasso always at her waist. “The most powerful breaker of men, my dear.” Her smile is all teeth. “The truth.”

+ Thursday In The Danger Room by Merixcil (rated T, 8.9k words)

Another death in another alleyway. Bruce isn't ready to do this all over again.

+ In Poor Taste by grumpyhedgehogs (rated G, 2.3k words)

The Batman has been presumed dead. Some people handle this news better than others.

+ this knife, like silence by distortopia (rated T, 4.5k words)

One day, Joker disappears. He leaves no trace behind -- not a clue, not a body, nothing. Not even an echo.

Bruce attempts to navigate life, After.

Here you go, anon! May your heart be broken in a tiny million pieces but in the most satisfying possible way; there are so many good writers in this fandom. And if you get to my own shamelessly self-recced fics on here... really hope you enjoy.

#angst is my life blood #have you ever SEEN me reccing anything fluffy?? [Jughead voice] THAT'S WEIRD!! #...sigh. I might have a problem #asks #batman #bruce wayne #joker #batjokes #batjokes fic rec

[invidiatechdemo]

My only other statement: I think Pecharunt not being obtainable early compared to the loyal three is very simple:

People got so worried about potential further Kieran jokerfication they have not considered the even funnier and more consistent with the Toxic Chain's lore regarding the Loyal Three joker arc (you probably Could use the Toxic Chain's granting of desires on pokemon to the point of altering them drastically to cure a certain Mabosstiff who is so so sick's illness, but Something would probably happen as a result of this).

I'm not saying Arven joker arc by saying this btw. I'm saying I think Mabosstiff can do whatever they want, and what they want is for Arven to not be sad. And considering Okidogi, maybe also to have hands; every dog's secret second desire is to have opposable thumbs so they can open cupboards with treats inside.

#are the herba mystica probably safer? yes #is pecharunt's weird wish-granting by making a weird mochi chain probably fully capable of 'fixing' mabosstiff way quicker? oh absolutely #pokemon scarvi epilogue spoilers #pokemon scarlet and violet dlc #only partially joking. i do genuinely think the evil mochi /can/ act as medicine considering what they apparently did for the loyal 3

[jokeroutsubs]

English translation of Joker Out's interview with Slovenian N1Info, dated 12.6.2023. Below you can read some statements by their manager Gregor Zalokar about their future international concerts!

"New fans from all over the world: the Brits are also sing Slovenian songs from Joker Out"

Thanks to Eurovision, they have gained more than 100 000 new fans, tickets for their shows abroad sell out in a couple of minutes and due to high demand they had to move several concerts to bigger venues. The Liverpool performance seems to have been a stepping stone for Slovenian band Joker Out to European and in future possibly even global recognition.

Performance on Eurovision launched Slovenian band Joker Out into the spotlight. On streaming platform Spotify, they had around 100 000 monthly listeners in February, today they have more than one and a half million. The official music video for the Eurovision song Carpe Diem has been watched by 1.6 million people, the song is also one of the top five hits from this year's Eurovision.

Although the boys were a bit disappointed with their 21st place in Eurovision, it seems like the music group grew on the European public. Now, they are filling concert venues abroad, as they do in Slovenia.

Their first concert abroad, with Irish Eurovision representatives, band Wild Youth in Dublin, was sold out in 12 minutes, even though the show took place from Monday to Tuesday at 1 am. Two days later, the bands subsequently organized an additional concert in a twice bigger venue and it was sold out as well. According to band’s [Joker Out's] agent, Gregor Zalokar, they already have an offer that they could return to Ireland for a few concerts in venues with a capacity of a more than 1 000 people.

After Ireland, the boys travelled to Great Britain. The British tour, also with Wild Youth was sold out in less than an hour. Three out of four concerts were moved to bigger venues, suitable for 1 000 to 1 500 people. Tickets at the new venues also sold out immediately, a huge number of fans – the biggest demand is in Manchester -, who were left without tickets, are wondering how else could they get them. The comments on social media are full of requests from fans, who are eagerly awaiting for the boys' concerts also in Poland, Czechia, Greece, Germany …

With all the Joker Out summer concerts being sold out in Great Britain, Zalokar estimates that well over 5 000 Brits will see them.

The band is very happy with the support from their fans, especially at their shows, where they sing in Slovenian. »No one from the team has really got used to it yet,« Zalokar commented.

»At the moment we are mostly looking for partners to carry out the concerts in Europe, as we have between 30 000 and 50 000 fans in some countries, according to the traffic on social media and music streaming platforms,« he also added. This week they will announce a Nordic tour. In Finland, they have more than 10 % of their fans, to which certainly contributed the friendship the boys have developed with Finland's Eurovision representative, Käärijä. Among so called »top 10« countries are also Sweden and Norway, there will also be concerts in several other European countries.

4 500 people listened to them at Sea Star Festival in Umag with Buč Kesidi, they sold out two more solo concerts in Zagreb in November for 3 000 people. In the summer, they will also visit Serbia and Bosnia and Herzegovina, by the start of September they will have performed 15 more concerts for their most loyal listeners in Slovenia.

-Translation by jokeroutsubs. DO not repost!

#joker out #gregor zalokar #bojan cvjeticanin #jan peteh #kris guštin #nace jordan #jure maček

[dark-frosted-heart]

Starless Plays/Operas/Stories...scripture...(or people too I guess???)

Info’s all from an unofficial wiki

Updated as of  WORLDS APART

Team K

During the Demise - Lohengrin 

Crazy For - Turandot

花はかすかに - Carmen

Halloween Night - Frankenstein

華麗なる誘惑 - La traviata

エギーユ・クルーズ -  The Hollow Needle

Treasured - Il trovatore

The Final Problem - The Final Problem (Sherlock Holmes)

ひらひらり - Richard III

ONLY IF - The Great Gatsby

Raise your resolve - Der Ring des Nibelungen

黒い虚実 - The Black Lizard 

波のままに - Twelfth Night

MADNESS JOKER - The Brothers Karamazov

caprice of love - Les Liaisons dangereuses

Temptation Game -  Les Liaisons dangereuses

Run away together - Blood Wedding

To the world - Around the World in 80 Days

UnlockU - The Scarlet Pimpernel

百花ノ咲駆 - Ikedaya Incident

LEVITATE - A Tale of Two Cities

GRAVITATE - A Tale of Two Cities

FORT/TUDE - Battles of Kawanakajima

Quiet Serenade - Christmas Eve

Blooming in the Darkness - The Count of Monte Cristo

Team W

Breakin’ it Faster - Romeo and Juliet

BadBlood - Ernani 

Seaside Escape - Le Corsaire

Payback - The Two Noble Kinsmen / The Knight's Tale

雪花 - The Treasury of Loyal Retainers 

仮面は闇に溶けて - Un ballo in maschera

No Way Out - Les Misérables

Out in Out - Battle of Thermopylae

Shooooout!!! - The Woman-Killer and the Hell of Oil 

Kiss or Bullet - Billy the Kid

Burning breath -  Der Ring des Nibelungen

孤独の夜、祈りの月、- Beauty and the Beast

GOLGODA - The Brothers Karamazov

ALL IN - The Queen of Spades

That’s my life - John Dillinger

月影紅く -  Blood Wedding

TURNT UP - Records/Romance of the Three Kingdoms

我ら外へ - Sannin Kichisa Kuruwa no Hatsugai

MORTAL SMILE - Pagliacci

Deity’s Game - Trojan War

水底の館 - Cthulhu Mythos

Riskin’ it all - Romeo and Juliet

Team P

虹の彼方へ - The Wizard of Oz

陽はここに - Puss in Boots

Paradise Lost - Faust

荒野にて - Manon Lescaut

僕のすべてを君に捧げる - Little Red Riding Hood, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

はつ恋 - First Love

希望の旗のもとに - The Three Musketeers

黎明は待たない - Prince Igor

残紅の行方 - The Tale of Genji - Beneath the Autumn Leaves

銀河鉄道を探して - Night on the Galactic Railroad

雨傘 - Child’s Play (たけくらべ)

縷々たるは祈望 - Azai Nagamasa and Oichi

Trick or Truth -  Nekomachi

Luminous Snow - The Happy Prince

Only seek you -  The Brothers Karamazov

一雫の秘密 - The Turn of the Screw

Violet -  Utakata no ki

ふたつ星が出逢う夜 - The Tale of Genji

Beyond the Door - The Secret Garden

刹那の嘘  - The Tale of Tamamizu

BELOVED - Mignon

閃光の果て - The Tale of the Heike

Team B

日蝕 - Macbeth

Judas - An Urgent Appeal

Monokaki - La bohème

雷神 - Sugawara no Michizane‘s Vengeance 

Somewhere - Tannhäuser

極夜 - Don Quixote

天魔の宴 - Night Parade of One Hundred Demons 

炎神 - Ragnarok - Loki vs Heimdall

無敵 - Legend of Shuten-dōji

影炎 - Summer Festival: A Mirror of Osaka 

Mosquitone - Book of Revelation

不死鳥 - Phoenix mythology

毒蛇 - The Brothers Karamazov

烏合島(晶ver) - Two Years' Vacation

HELL OH!!!

羅新盤 - Treasure Island

人間失格 - No Longer Human

Satan*Close - Knecht Ruprecht

Team C

Purple Dawn - Ode to Joy

Sub rosa - The Magic Flute

To be, or not to be - Hamlet

花ほどく - The Tales of Ise

続きは明日の夜に - One Thousand and One Nights

虚構の肖像 - The Picture of Dorian Gray

暁の願い - Tenshu Monogatari

Into me - Alice in Wonderland

Just live to dance - The Moon and Sixpence

灰燼に罪 - Les pêcheurs de perles

紅に白 - Legend of the White Snake

Sanctus - The Brothers Karamazov

Cry:Pta - Aida

Sword of love - Nabucco

vow of love - La Morte Amoureuse

白晝夢 - Dogra Magra

千夜一愛 - The Palace of Eternal Life

VAPORIZE - Daphnis et Chloé

溺るる蝶 - Pelléas et Mélisande

夜のしじま - Der Doppelgänger

Mixed

Salva me - A Christmas Carol

Fragile Lake - The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter/Giselle/Swan Lake????

Mid Summer Beach - A Midsummer Night's Dream

Early Summer Affair - Così fan tutte

Without her? - War and Peace

snowflake - War and Peace

催花の宿星 - Water Margin

沈まぬ月 - The Golden Demon

名残の花 - The Charterhouse of Parma

ひなげし - Farewell My Concubine

ermitage - Robert the Devil

The lament moon - Antony and Cleopatra

 You are Mine - Phantom of the Opera

MASTERMIND - The Boy Detectives Club

PRISMATIC TEAR - Beauty and the Beast

aka,aka - The Maid of Orleans

Must be the Heart - Metropolis

Night xo bird - Don Giovanni

Call me, Baby! - Journey to the West

Period.. - Journey to the West

片鳴き龍 - Dragon King

WORLDS APART - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas

#blackstar theater starless #starless' seasonals made me make this list #because nothing screams christmas like war and peace