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glindaupland · 4 months

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The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | 조팬텀 x 손크리 Review 4/6

October 13, 2023 - Matinée

The Phantom of the Opera | 조승우 Jo Seung-woo

Christine Daaé | 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny | 송원근 Song Won-geun

Carlotta Giudicelli | 이지영 Lee Ji-young

Final boss of ticketing, Jo Seung-woo! The last one I snatched out of the four in one single ticketing after an hour of suffering. He's a pretty big actor who sells out shows quickly and has also been in dramas and movies. By the time you make it into one of his schedules' seating charts, the seats are all grayed out. So I had to keep refreshing and playing fucking whack-a-mole with the single color specks for any released seats that would pop up. One time I even even made it all the way to confirming payment and it said someone else took it. I actually thought I was about to turn into the Joker. But I am stronger! I won! And after seeing his performance in person? It was worth the fight.

I'll start this off with this tweet:

Shoutout to the guy next to me that was in shambles crying through his binoculars I hope he lived. Admittedly I did get teary-eyed myself! Which is quite an accomplishment even if it wasn't full blown tears like when seeing Ju-taek because I thought I was immune to this show after so long! But this is like uber sad pathetic wet cat man. My seat was actually a great unobstructed view with lots of space in the aisle. The Charlotte is so small that absolutely any view here is a good one especially if you have a pair of opera glasses/binoculars. Also I was safe from the piercing screams of the ballet girls! Hurray!

Hannibal Rehearsal

I really thought "I'll only use my binoculars for the major scenes with the trio because it's too tiring to hold them up", but that was a lie because I loved observing the supporting cast and ensemble too much. This time I watched for the smaller details like Christine quietly singing along to herself on the side while Carlotta was singing 'Think of Me'. Both Christines do it, but I remembered to look for it this show :') Kim Ah-seon had been clearly still recovering from being sick the previous performances, but I think she finally had her strength again this show. I love how elegant and dignified she is and her strong line delivery

The Mirror

Hearing Raoul's voice made the Phantom shoot a dark glare towards the dressing room door. Then, with the slightest smirk, he invited Christine into the mirror. Is somebody proud they managed to swipe the girl from the pretty young rich boy tonight? Ha

First Lair | POTO / MOTN / STYDI

Even if he's like...the most sad sewer creature-y of the Phantoms he's still got his charm okay! His voice isn't very strong, but I think he was able to handle it well enough during my show. He sounds older than he is actually is to me. How do I elaborate without making it sound backhanded? Even though he struggles in some areas with his singing, I think his vocal color is still suited for the energy his Phantom has. I'm just going to have to hope you understand me 😭 Whatever he lacks in that department, he certainly makes up for it in acting. It seems like he never stops onstage, like he's always making so many little choices at every moment. So it was a bit hard to keep track of everything he did because he was constantly doing something and was really immersed. I liked the sort of dreamy delivery of the beginning lines like the whispered way he sings "어둠...속에 - in the darkness". Halfway through the song he seems to build a little more enthusiasm seeing how open she is to him. He used more soft hand movements to act out certain parts of the lyrics like both his ear and then his body when he sang 들어, 느껴 - hear it, feel it". It's like really wanted to paint a clear picture of his mysterious beautiful dark world of music for Christine. I liked when he did a gesture with his hands like energy bursting free when he sang his big note in “네 영혼 다시 태어날 순간 / The moment your soul will be reborn” (let your soul take you where you long to be). This version of the line is unique to his Phantom. He smiled a lot and although he had a bit of a slight odd nervous energy, he still managed to maintain eye contact with her most of the time. Once he finally held her, he rested his head on her shoulder and whispered his words into her ear. 👀 He looked really worried and tried to catch her when she fell. After putting the cloak on her, I think he went to touch her, but stopped himself feeling a bit nervous. He put his hand on his chest instead to finish his final note

"Fake it til you make it" was working so well until it wasn't. Whatever confidence he built up during MOTN...bye. He's a little scary at the end when he shrieks out the 'Curse you!' and an extra 'No!' But most of all he's just really sad. When he asked her "what did you hope to see?" while chasing her, his voice sounded hurt and there was fear in his eyes. Like why, why did you have to be curious when I actually had it under control somehow? He slid slowly to the ground in defeat halfway through the song when he began the crawl. He eventually stopped making an effort to cover his face on his way toward her. Maybe he was so destroyed he didn't have the energy to. I liked how natural his acting felt here. It was tragic without being over the top. But I felt this about a lot of his choices in general

All I Ask of You (Reprise)

What a sad little man, completely a wreck. He covered his ears pleading "그만 제발 그만 크리스틴 다에 ! - Stop, please stop, Christine Daaé!" There should be a Christine Daaé name drop counter for Jo Phantom. He loves to say her name!!

Why So Silent? / Notes II

Taking focus away from the main roles for a moment, André is sooo extra stressed by this point. He fumbled the score when the Phantom tossed it to him. He does this every show, but this time I only just noticed him quickly doing sign of the cross during Notes II when they were opening up letters. He got super jumpy Also, Firmin and André start laughing to each other and making silly gestures making fun of Piangi when the Phantom starts attacking him in his note, but as soon as he addresses them, oh it suddenly really wasn't funny anymore!

The Point of No Return

Somebody help this man he already got jumpy simply just hearing her start to sing. 🤭 JSW Phantom seemed like the weakest one here across from Christine. He’s writhing terribly and gripping himself He was startled the most when she was close behind and he began to tremble. But when Christine finally touches him he moaned a little. It wasn't very loud, but it definitely was there and he threw his head back. His hands reached up to his face as he looked up before he finally held hers. This proposal was a mess. He got down on one knee at one point, but then he got too freaked out and shot right back up again as if he realized it was too vulnerable of a position to be in. When he was unmasked, he didn't scream and it was actually really heartbreaking to me. Like I do love a good scream, but ouch. His face dropped and he froze in complete shock looking like he'd been stabbed in the heart. His eyes darted around for a moment seeing everyone watching him like a trapped animal. It took him a moment to snap out of his daze and run off with her.

Down Once More / Final Lair

After throwing Christine, he almost looked regretful like he realized he was too hard, but then tried to push forward. Because he was fueled by anger, he didn't hide his face away as much like usual. It was still clear he was very actively disgusted by it. He touched his face for a moment after he let go of her and then immediately wiped his hand on his thigh. This performance he was actually able to look into her eyes when giving her the bouquet instead of looking down in shame. When he picked up the mirror bride to toss her he sang his lines into her ear in a whisper and actually very gently just plopped her on the ground instead of throwing her. I love this weird little detail I won't lie...it was kinda cute and silly that he had to hop a little to reach Won-geun's neck with the lasso haha. It's not supposed to be cute but I find it cute okay. He covered his ears while crying when she was coming over to him before the kiss :( After the first kiss it looked like he put his face in her shoulder for a moment, but still didn't have his hands on her. He seemed to give in a little for a second, but then took her hand off his head, looked at it for a moment, and gently wiped it with his sleeve like he couldn't let her have his filth taint her... When he approached Raoul with the candle, he could almost barely be heard whispering "Raoul de Chagny..." slowly in a chilling way before releasing him and turning away. I think he harbors the most bitterness towards Raoul out of the Phantoms. He's the most insecure one, and Raoul is everything he'll never be. He fell and pressed his head into the ground roughly while shaking when he screamed for them to leave him. And his scream was so painful and raw I don't know how he lets that out. He stayed like this for a while before he crawled clumsily and quickly towards the monkey in desperate need of any kind of comfort. He put his forehead head against it, closed his eyes tightly and held it so closely while he sang Masquerade. Christine came back and he tried to fix his hair and clothes before going to her I think SJS Christine was a good match for his interpretation of the Phantom because of how unconditionally compassionate she is. He was very fragile and she's very caring and gentle. I think she really did view JSW Phantom as her guardian and guide and had a very pure deep kind of love for him. Maybe not romantic love, but it was very strong either way. She watched him closely in the boat as she left, but he was facing the other way gripping her veil, repeating her name over and over. He turned at the last moment and called out "Christine Daaé!" one more time to her running over to take in the sight of her one last time. His final lines are actually different from the other Phantoms. It only just hit me the other day that they're the same as the lines from the original production in 2001-2. No idea why it took me that long to make the connection, but I found it interesting enough to note!

I really want to do musical promo time, but I really don't think what's on youtube does him justice. So let me just say his 2019 Jekyll/Hyde + Sweeney Todd and his Hedwig? Incredible. There's a reason for that ticket selling power he has and I say that completely unbiased!

Also lol at the person in front of me on the plane to Seoul that was watching his movie 'The Classic' because I was like "oh hey it's you I'm seeing you in a few days"

#i love u pathetic little wet cat man #the phantom of the opera #오페라의 유령 #조승우 #손지수 #송원근 #cho seung woo #jo seung woo #sohn ji soo #song won geun #poto korea #poto #poto review

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circusgoth-dotcom · 10 months

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An Uninvited Guest

Ship: The Joker x Hannibal "Bill" Feather (Civilian AU)

Word Count: 1740

Summary: I finally got motivated to write some good ol' J/Keaton! AU flavoured, too! The first part is inspired by a short fic I read ages ago on W.att.pad (I think, though it could've also been De.viantAr.t now that I think about it, I didn't really have a go-to fic-reading website back in the day, I just read whatever links came up on Google lmao) about Joker's attention being captured by someone completely mundane, which obviously he finds very strange. The rest of it is a scenario I've thought about/attempted to write before and just hadn't quite gotten the latch on it until now: An injured Joker appears in my s/i's home, and instead of freaking out (Ok, he's freaking out a little bit) he opts to help Joker by cleaning and patching up his wounds as best he can. CWs for brief descriptions of glass-related injuries and blood, brief food mention. Ask to add further warnings as I feel like there could be more but I'm not sure.

Tag List: @canongf @knightfallships @futurewife

One evening, as The Joker was taking a joyride around Gotham, he happened to turn his purple sports car down an alleyway. Creeping down the shadowy road, he soon came to a complete stop, distracted by something... or rather, someone. It seemed entirely trivial for this person to have caught Joker’s eye, and yet he couldn’t help but watch as a pale figure in baggy clothing fumbled with their keys, hoisting two bags of groceries with their opposite arm. For a moment, he was astonished that they had not glanced over their shoulder and observed his vehicle yet.

He heard them groan as they dropped the set of keys, setting the bags on the asphalt before stooping and fishing them back into their hand. At that moment, Joker shook himself out of his trance and grinned widely as he revved his engine, his headlights blinking to life, relishing in the way the civilian startled at the sudden noise. He sped out of the alley, cackling as the civilian pressed themselves against the wall of their building, narrowly avoiding being clipped by the car's side mirror. Still, when The Joker returned to his hideout, their face flashed in his memory. It was frankly a bit annoying, the longest he had ever considered a civilian was typically in the moments leading to their death or how they could be of use to his schemes. Why in Batman’s name did a person returning home from an errand strike him so fervently?

It was a stormy night in Gotham, a not-at-all-uncommon occurrence, when Bill awoke to the distinct sound of a smashed window. It jolted him out of a heavy sleep and prompted him to grab a flashlight and an unused handgun.

“That better have been a fucking neighbour’s, I have to be up at six tomorrow...”Bill grumbled to himself as he cautiously padded into the hallway and onto his staircase. Shining his flashlight through the railing, his heartbeat thundered in his ears as his eyes adjusted to the scene. His front window, facing the street, was indeed smashed. More concerningly, a figure lay on the floor underneath it in a heap. For a moment, all he could do was stand and stare, all parts of him frozen except for the hammering in his chest. A clap of thunder sprung him into action, sending him back up the stairs to retrieve a first aid kit from his bathroom before returning to the bottom floor of his apartment.

“Hey, are you alright??” Bill called as he approached, shoving his firearm in the waistband of his sleep pants. He slowed as he got close enough to make out the person’s features... green hair and a sharp purple suit... his stomach dropped with recognition, then leapt into his throat as the figure groaned, pushing itself up to observe him. The Joker stared blearily ahead, barely acknowledging the glass sticking out of his snow-white skin. He had jumped the curb and had been sent flying out of his convertible and through someone’s window. Clearly, the owner of the window was staring down at him now, struck with fear. Still, he was too dazed to even quip at them...

“What the Hell am I doing?” Bill hissed to himself as his body moved of its own accord. He moved forward and wrapped his arms under the criminal’s armpits before dragging him around to his couch, hoisting his wiry frame onto the thick cushions. Turning on the nearest lamp, he flinched at the shift in lighting and opened the first aid kit, taking out a pair of tweezers, a small bag of cotton balls, and a bottle of disinfectant. Biting his lip, he observed his unlikely patient. The Joker’s eyes rolled and flicked unpredictably under his fluttering, blue eyelids, his nostrils flaring...

“Are you with me?” Bill snapped his fingers over the clown’s face, earning him another grunt. “Good enough. I’m going to take the glass out of your skin, now. Though compared to the punches you take from Batman, this must just feel like a few quick pokes, eh?”

The Joker made another sound and Bill was sure it was some subconscious, feeble attempt at a chuckle. Taking a deep breath, he set to the unfamiliar task, tweezing away the shard of glass- most of which was embedded in the clown’s face, treating the bleeding holes with antiseptic, and covering them with little, round, Loony Tunes-themed bandages. While his hair still stood on end, it was at least comforting that the clown seemed completely out of it from the force at which he had crashed into his living room. He had to wonder if he had broken or at least sprained anything, other than the glass.

Brushing glass off of the clown’s coat, the final piece Bill removed was in his hand, forcing him to take off the man’s gloves, setting them aside on the floor. As he worked, he marvelled at how oddly soft Joker’s hands were, though he supposed it had to be because he wore those gloves all the time. He was pretty sure the man didn’t have fingerprints, so then he had to wonder why he wore the gloves at all, besides the fact he obviously didn’t care much for hiding himself, either.

Stepping back and looking down as the clown twitched in a state somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, he supposed all he could do was wait and let things unfold once Joker came to. He suddenly felt sick. The Clown Prince of Crime was laying, injured, in his living room. Of all the crazy shit he dealt with in Gotham, why oh why did the universe send him this?! For all he knew, the next few hours could be his last. He slipped into the kitchen and poured himself a shot of something strong, chucking it back and groaning in disgust. The digital clock on his oven read 2:06am. Pulling himself together, Bill set back toward his bedroom, throwing a final glance over his shoulder at the criminal on his couch before ascending the stairs.

At five-thirty, Bill jolted awake, though not due to anything obvious. He blinked rapidly, staring up at the ceiling. He could still hear the rain, though it sounded much lighter than it had been. Wiping his hands over his face, his heart skipped a beat as he remembered what might be waiting for him downstairs. Knowing he had to get up soon anyway, he swung himself out of bed and went into his bathroom, splashing water on his face in an attempt to “sober up” before facing his possible demise.

“Y’know what. I didn’t want to go to work today, anyway, so what’s the big fuckin’ deal?” He murmured to himself as he went back downstairs. His breath caught in his throat as he reached the landing, causing him to cough in surprise. The Joker had disappeared. He almost cried out in relief... before he heard his fridge open. Oh, holy mother of shit.

Anxiously, he inched toward his kitchen... feet away, The Joker stood in front of his fridge, handling his chocolate milk jug. He watched as he gave it a groggy swirl before unscrewing the cap and lifting it to his cherry lips. Sudden outrage completely overtook Bill’s sense of self-preservation.

“Shit, you really are evil!”

Briefly choking and clearly caught off guard, the jug was swiftly pulled away from Joker’s lips as he stared in Bill’s direction. Deliberately, he replaced the cap and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, replacing his expression with a blood-curdling grin.

“Ehhh, what’s up, doc?” He sneered, performing an impression of Bugs Bunny and touching one of his new bandaids that depicted the character. He placed the jug back in the fridge and closed it, suddenly appearing in front of Bill as if he had taken one giant step between the kitchen and the living room, towering over him. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you?”

Bill shrunk away, oddly enough feeling a blush creep into his face. Still, he spoke with daring, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joker chuckled. “Well, my dear, it means you could’ve hauled me back into the street after I so unceremoniously barged in... but you didn’t. In fact, you plunked me down on your couch, but you didn’t just stop there, no, you patched me up. Any other citizen would’ve called 911 or at least busted their ass over to a motel... hoo-hoo, much like when you see a spider! Burn the house down! Forfeit all your mortal possessions to the bug with too many legs!” Slapping his knee, the clown let out a full-blown cackle. “But not you, oh no, not you! In fact, that must’ve been why you caught my eye, you seemed so perfectly mundane that I subconsciously knew there was something special about you.”

Joker’s crystal-blue eyes sparkled madly as he gave Bill a far-too-interested stare.

“You’ve been stalking me?” Bill forced out, covering a gulp of fear.

“No, silly! Don’t you remember? You must’ve been coming home from the grocery store and I happened to be driving through your alley... I gave you a good scare while you were fumbling with your keys.”

The evening vaguely came back to him. “Yeah, and you damn near knocked me out with your side mirror!”

Joker laughed again and pinched Bill’s cheek. “Precisely.~ Ohwhh, lookit you...” He began cooing as Bill’s blush worsened at the touch. “I want to know more, dollface. What’s your story? Or at least, your name.”

With that Joker plopped himself down on the couch, resting his leg on his knee expectantly as Bill whipped around to face him. He puffed out his chest... “A-and if I-I don’t?” And stuttered, swearing under his breath.

“Darling, just because you’re interesting doesn’t mean you’ll entertain me for long. I could always use you to get Batman’s attention instead.” A very real danger suddenly weighed upon the room, much more apparent than before. “Sit.”

Bill swallowed again and sat on the far end of the couch. “My name’s Hannibal Feather, but eh, everyone calls me Bill.”

Joker offered the hand Bill had bandaged with another sickening grin. “A pleasure to officially make your acquaintance, Bill.”

He hesitated for a moment, then shook Joker’s hand. He knew by doing this he had sealed his fate. This would not be the last time he spoke to this terrifying man.

#q'd #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship au #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #circus scripts #🃏A Joker and His Ace🃏#🌆🪴.s/i [Civilian AU]

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toothybat · 10 months

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I had a dream about Batman and the Joker was there. And he— my brain came up with this design for him which I’d never thought of before but now I love. And idk how to describe it. Because most of the change was in the personality, and god, it was weird but amazing?

Bruce Wayne was in Bruce Wayne form, and, Joker was threatening him. And he said something like “what’re you gonna do? Beat me up, Mr. Wayne?” And Bruce punched him in the face and head a truly obscene amount of times. Grabbed that dude by his collar and fed him way too many knuckle sandwiches. Bruce was unhinged.

And the way Joker reacted was... he looked, so human? He was giggling and laughing kind of shyly, like someone trying to save face while being humiliated. Like he was uncomfortable. But at the same time it was like he was owning his discomfort and turning it into something he had control over by enjoying the pain. So it was as if I was watching not a monster who is immune to pain, but a human, a person choosing to take that pain and transmute the violation to his body into something he wanted and intended.

Like, “if I’m gonna get punched, then I’m gonna laugh because at least that way I have some agency over what’s happening to me and I can show you that you may break me with your fists but you can’t break me.” And after Bruce finally stops, which was what felt like 10 minutes but was actually more like 15-20 seconds. Joker looks at Bruce all doe-eyed and in awe, and says, “I love you.” And Bruce hates it so much, but he can’t do anything, because he already punched the heck out of Joker and it didn’t work— and that’s the whole point. Joker was taller than Batman, and gangly, and kind of awkward in his own body because his limbs were just all over the place. He seemed to lack social ability in the sense that his giggles wouldn’t flow with the mood or rhythm of what was happening. They would be jarring because they would interrupt things. It would make everything around him awkward. It was like the world just wouldn’t accommodate a person like him, but he existed anyway. Like, Joker in the comics and in everything seems to have this power and confidence to him that is utterly innate to him. But this one in my dream was like— it was like he was fighting for every scrap of it. It was awesome.

His laugh, it wasn’t loud and commanding. It wasn’t even creepy. It was just awkward and... how do I even describe it? I remember thinking in my dream, “wow, no wonder his laugh is so iconic that it came to be feared. Not because it’s a scary laugh by itself, but because there’s no way you could hear it and miss that it’s Joker.” It was sort of like he was laughing without his own permission. Like a person trying not to laugh at a funeral. But not in the Arthur Fleck way at all. Just awkward.

He was like if you put SpongeBob in Hannibal Lecter’s universe. No wonder he didn’t feel like anyone else was real when he feels so unreal in comparison to everything else.

#joker #the joker #batjokes #batman #bruce wayne #text post #dream journal

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finniestoncrane · 10 months

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ah thank you for the tag @punch-aholic i can very much assure you simon that the obsession over works is mutual ;-; 💚

Last Song: i needed to cheer up so on a ragga tip by sl2 was required

Currently watching: i'm suffering through the last season of the x-files, and i started hannibal! i'm also doing soft watches, so impractical jokers and bobs burgers have been saving my depressed soul

Currently Reading: yeah i am. not great right now. i am reading fics when i see them come across my dash but no one is writing right now it feels lol and other than comics, as far as books go, i am part way through mindhunter, gef the talking mongoose, and a filthy little peter vronsky number (i might go back and read methods and madness instead of sons of cain though)

Current Obsession(s): it is as always dc and my beloved rogues, but to be slightly more interesting i am still insane over x-files, i am going insane over farkas and vilkas in skyrim (still haven't decided who to marry yet in this playthrough) and i am going feral for indiana jones oops

Tag people you want to get to know better!:

i want to tag everyone because i want to get to know everyone better and these are super cute questions!! but i'll actually put in the effort to tag people this time

@comicsbi-thebook @selkymaiden @swugflower @kannibaleherzen @your-rib-cage @lovesick-on-the-loose @0-rosestorm-0 @ybkayley @glorified-monster

#tag meme #friends being friends #Spotify

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stormyelliotwritez · 5 months

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okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

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bluetenderness · 6 months

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This reminds me I actually have a week off work in Jan 2024 would you maybe wanna... Make good on sharing espresso and watching Joker together??? In a very real way?👀🥺

👀👀👀👀 GIRLLLLLL 😭😭 YES are you kidding me!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 Of course I want to omg 😭💙 that would be a dream!! 🥺💙💙 pleaseeeeeee getting to watch Joker and have coffee with honeybee? I couldn't ask for more 😭🥹 and... Hannibal rewatch 👀 that must be included on the menu. Pun intended 👀 As I like to say two clown friends meeting each other would channel so much energy that Arthur becomes real in front of us 😂 we're not even that far either, just 3 hours of flight 😭😭

#Girl I swearrrrrrrr 👀👀👀👀#You would be the third clown friend I meet irl! 😭#Ask #ajokeformur-ray

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listen-obey · 17 days

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*Poke poke poke*

There we go- now I can pester ya! >:3

So, question for the mun- what other fandoms are you currently into besides Hazbin? And what made you start really liking Hazbin in the first place- specific character, general premise, art style, etc?

-copaceticjillybean

Other fandoms:

Helluva Boss (kinda would be remiss if I didn't say this)

Baldur's Gate

Dragon Age

Kingdom Hearts

Hannibal (NBC)

Harry Potter (like fuck JK but I love the setting and magic)

My Hero Academia/BNHA

DC&Marvel (Cinematic Universe though less in the post-Nolan and Endgame Era)

As for me getting into Hazbin Hotel, I first found it through the music of Insane and Addict way back when it was just the pilot. Then fast forward and a friend of mine I knew during college got into it and I saw them posting fanart and I wanted to watch it and it lead to us reconnecting and I got obsessed.

She knows who she is. She talked me into writing Alastor.

My favorite character is Alastor. I'm sure I write him so much darker than intended, but I'm drawn to his cannibal/Joker/Scarecrow-esque character. I have a type Okay?

I love the premise and the art style and all the lore. THE LORE.

Guitar solo~ Fuck yeah!

#asks #answered #mun answers

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AU-gust 2023 - Day 1 - Joker - Shipwrecked

Count Hannibal Lecter stood on the deck of the ship that would take him home again, The Wolf Trap, and could only smile as he thought of his revenge.

It had taken a decade of finding himself to bring him here, now, and as he anticipated the start to his plan he only hoped he got to see them suffer.

After all, they’d taken everything from him.

He could still hear their screams, still see Mischa’s eyes as she was dragged from him into the dark, and could still taste her on his tongue no matter how many took her place.

No.

This was his purpose, his path, and when he finally wormed his way into the upper echelon of society back home he’d tear them all apart from the inside. He could hardly wait to begin.

He sighed, feeling the cold wind on his face, and nodded to passersby as they acknowledged him. The journey had hardly begun, it would take weeks to reach home again, and yet he lived for the feel of the boat as it swayed on the water.

Hannibal sighed, closing his eyes, and leaned forward to breathe in deep when someone grabbed his waist pulling him back again.

“WHOA!”

He nearly stumbled as he turned, ready to yell at anyone who dared disturb him, and froze at the sight of his assailant.

The man was his height, younger than him by some years he could tell, and wore poorly made clothes smudged with dirt. Yet he was the most beautiful creature Hannibal had ever seen in his entire life. His eyes seemed otherworldly, the color changing in the turn of the light, and his smile made Hannibal’s heart skip a beat.

“You nearly fell there, fella,” he said, smiling, “Gotta be careful.”

Hannibal blushed. “I…I was merely smelling the sea. I…I did not realize. I was lost in thought.”

The man’s smile faded. “Are you alright?”

“I…”

“GRAHAM! GET BACK TO WORK!”

The man turned, blushing, and smiled at Hannibal sadly, taking out a rag from seemingly out of nowhere. “I have to…good day, Sir,” he said, “I hope your journey goes alright, and…be careful of the edge. You never know when you might fall off into who knows where and…it would be rough swim.”

He frowned. “Thank you, I…”

Graham turned as a tall man came bounding his way, and Hannibal was angry when Graham took off without another word. He was obviously the help, a worker down below perhaps, and yet Hannibal was ready to argue his stay.

No one had ever captivated him as Graham had for mere moments, and as he watched the beautiful creature run off he ached to call him back. Even a dalliance, a mere stolen pleasure, with such a beauty would be a privilege as he made his way home again.

But it was, it seemed, not to be.

Hannibal looked out into the water again, the excitement he’d felt earlier faded, and thought perhaps he’d head back to his cabin. He turned, nodding to others who he’d seen on deck several times, and was nearly at the stairs when the entire ship shook as if the devil had hold. He turned, wide eyed, as the entire ship began to sway out of nowhere. There was nothing around them, no obstacle they’d hit or another ship in their way, yet the ship seemed unable to stay steady.

“EVERYONE GET BELOW!”

They were ushered en masse, screams echoing around him, and as he ran for his cabin he wondered if perhaps he’d never reach home again.

Would his final resting place be the water?

Would he never be able to get revenge for his family?

Hannibal blinked back tears as his lip curled, running as he pushed others by, and when the water began to fill he saw no end in sight.

This was truly his end.

He struggled to swim as the water got higher, ignoring the bodies as they piled up from fools too stupid to know better, and finally lost consciousness just as someone screamed words he’d remember the rest of his days.

“THIS IS THE END!”

Hannibal woke up in the dark.

He coughed, unable to see, and shivered as he grabbed wet sand around him.

Hands came out of nowhere, pulling him up, and he tried to lash out but a voice made him pause.

“Whoa, whoa!” the voice said, grasping him, “You’re safe now. Calm down, fella.”

Hannibal froze.

“Graham.”

A flick of a match illuminated his savior, and to his surprise there in the darkness was Graham. He looked shaken, yet still smiled, and even the cut on his cheek did little to hide his beauty. Graham’s eyes widened as he saw Hannibal’s face come into view.

“It’s you.”

He smiled.

“Yes, it…is indeed me.”

He sat up fully, coughing, and Graham hit his back as he let out some shaken breaths.

“Are we…the only ones here on shore?”

“Yeah,” Graham said, his voice rough, “I…I could feel some bodies in the dark but…I’m losing matches and…I’m shocked they’re not wet. I…I shoulda found wood and made camp but I…I wanted to…”

“Find someone,” Hannibal said, meeting his gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, suddenly smiling, “I guess you didn’t need to be saved this time, fella. You saved yourself.”

Hannibal smiled. “I think, perhaps, some god of the sea dragged us both here. Perhaps…we have another purpose.”

His heart skipped a beat when Graham laughed.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, holding out his hand, “Graham,” he said, “Will Graham.”

Hannibal took his hand. “Hannibal,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “Count Hannibal Lecter.”

Will’s eyes widened. “A count? I’ll be damned.”

He blushed.

“Damned, no,” he said, still holding Will’s hand as he brought it to his lips, “But perhaps…we’ve both been blessed.”

Will blushed, taking his hand back as he stood, helping him do the same as his smile faded. “We’ll see about that.”

Yes.

They would see, wouldn’t they?

#au gust 2023 #hannigram au #it has begun

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