#YOU TELL EM PENGY

[purpldawne]

MY LITTLE GUYS

[lawless-ladies]

“Anna’s been showing me a bunch of the stuff the girls used to get up to before I came along, and apparently you guys all did this questionnaire thingy?  Ah, what the hell—I’ll do it!”

What is your full name?  “Clarita Gertrudes de Leon.”

Where do you live now, and with whom?  “I live in this little apartment a few blocks away from the Lounge with Mateo, my brother.  He’s a few years older than me, but we don’t really count.”

What is your occupation?  “I’m kind of a…ah, whaddy call ‘em… Gal Friday around the Iceberg Lounge.  I kind of do everything—first I was a waitress and a hat check girl, then I got upgraded to cigarette girl, and then Raven started showing me around bartending.  Y’know, it just occurred to me, I really need to get a license for that…”

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?   “Weak ankles—they’re a real pain, but I manage okay. As long as I can run and shoot, I’m dandy.” 

Are you right-or left-handed? “I’m right-handed mostly, but I can use both!” 

What do you have in your pockets? “I don’t normally wear anything with pockets unless I’m really dressing down.  Or does somebody wanna know what I’ve got down the front of my corset…?”

How much schooling have you had? “Pretty sure by American standards I’ve gotten up to middle school and that’s it.” 

Did you enjoy school? “It was okay, I guess. Kinda boring.  I don’t remember much of it, honestly.”

As a child, what were your favorite activities? “Definitely Mama teaching me how to dance.  I can still do a mean rumba thanks to her!” 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? “Oh, hija, look who you’re talking to!”

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? “Not really.  That kinda says you can only be in love with one person ever, doesn’t it?  I don’t think that’s true at all—you can love a lot of people.  It just takes time.  That’s what I’ve heard, apparently.”

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? “Oh, geez…kind of depends on the day, really.  I guess in a lot of ways it’s my papi—I still think about him all the time and…well, there’s a lot going on there.  I just hope that wherever he is, he still thinks I’m doing a good job.  But in a lot of other ways it’s Pengy.  He’s just the best.”

Do you have a spouse or significant other? “Who, me?  Nah, I’ll never settle down.”

Have you ever been in love? “Can’t say I have, no.”

What is your favorite color? “Red, of course!”

What, if anything, do you like to read? “Oh, I love me all of that weird dark fantasy soap opera-y stuff.  It’s weird, but it’s cool and classy at the same time.  Anna lent me The Night Circus one day at Shutterbug while I was shooting an ad for the Lounge (long story), and it’s my favorite book of all time now!”

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? “Extrovert.  No contest.” 

Are you generally organized or messy? “Pengy always tells me I couldn’t find the nose on my face without a compass and a map, so…definitely messy.  He doesn’t mean that in a mean way, though, I don’t think.”

Do you like yourself? “…I guess so?  I mean, I don’t think I shouldn’t.” 

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? “Well, I hope I can keep working here at the Lounge!  Maybe someday I’ll have Lark’s job!  But mostly…yeah, I just wanna stay here.  It’s home for me.  I don’t have much else I wanna do beyond that.”

[bride-and-bride]

“T-this... this w-was so much f-fun...! I c-can’t believe it’s b-been so long s-since I was able t-to relax and laugh l-like this, ehehe...!”

“I... I f-feel as if I should t-thank you. If it h-hadn’t been for y-you, I would never have been a-able to wear something l-like this, or go t-to a festival s-so big...”

“....b-because of you, I felt s-so happy...”

Event CGs from the Defiant Bride Dating Sim that doesn’t exist

[stagekiller]

||  @eloquentyrant ||

                             How had this come up again?

  The answer lies on the map of Gotham sprawled out beneath two sets of gloved hands - fine quality black leather coming in stark contrast with worn out red. Silver Monopoly figures where dumped across a variety of locations, accompanied by cards & coins - each held a symbolism that would remain a common SECRET between mobster & madman.

  “ Cops are dumb-  ”  Jerome recalls the sound of his own voice, emerald hues examining familiar pointy features with mild confusion as he does. “ - they won’t think too much on it. Lynns is Lynns. A pyro burning down the fire house to get off. ” Slow blinking, his head tilts to the side lightly, fingers tapping the hard table surface in a fidget. He remembers how those same fingers dragged across the board to point Oswald’s attention to the GCPD’s location and then Gotham International, sitting right across the fire department they’d target. “ - I know ‘ya like controlled situations, Pengi, but in this case... chaos is your friend. Let ‘em panic over it. And when they do... ” His fingertip had abruptly knocked the pawn standing over Gotham International Savings Bank at that point, devious grin growing on his expression.

  It was indeed much unlike Jerome to be that meticulous, that insidious when it came to schemes; Cobblepot must have known by now, perceptive as he was. Clever, yes, but such organization almost foreboded the birth of a new persona and the Penguin has obviously caught onto his change of tactic. Commendable observation on his part, but Jerome had merely flashed him ONE card; his full hand remained a secret. And he intended to keep it so.

    Bemusement finally settles on his expression, the initial mix of emotions including mild offense & flattery in an explosive concoction. Fingers return to their casual fidgeting over the map; Jerome incapable of containing his own energy, as per usual. There’s a few silent moments during which Jerome’s lips balance between a scowl & returning the Penguin’s grin - admittedly that quicksilver flash has a certain CHARM to it, perhaps it is Oswald’s sinister nature. Piercing greens study the kingpin’s features, though it is doubtful whether Jerome is searching for something in his gaze or in the back of his own mind. Tension is unexpectedly released with a dragged out exhalation and his padded shoulders rolling back to a nonchalant posture.

“ What is it with this city an’ pet names? ” Hoarse voice muses out loud. He leans on his fingers momentarily, a gentle touch that’s almost alluring to him trying to restrain himself from breaking something - those around Jerome would know this is his most GENUINE state, however. Voice holds feigned confusion and perhaps slight disappointment, his emerald hues returning to the map before them with a calm expression; calm before the storm. Jerome takes a few moments to stare at the map, push a few pawns around with the tip of his finger, trail them over his poker cards - some of which are littered with names & addresses, chicken scratch written on the backside with a black marker. Thoughtful hum is finally released, accompanied with a soft sigh. And yet, as his pupils grace the Penguin once again, a glint of mischief shines through.

“ You know, Mr. Oswald -” Title comes in a coo, Jerome’s jaw tilting left & right, granting a playful tease to his tone. Strong browbone casts a stark shadow over his eyes as he leans forward, Glasgow grin stretching into a half-smirk. There’s a hint of sarcasm, that may have been a taunt; bait to lure for reactions, or perhaps create more TENSION; something that his persistent & intense staring must have contributed to as well. “ I appreciate your suggestion - ”

  A slow stride around the table begins at that, his approach predatory, shoulders hunched as his shadow slowly trails up Oswald’s form. Teeth are pressed together in an eerie grin, the tips of his fingers caressing the table as he makes its round. And when the proximity suffices to get his POINT across, his aura buzzes with what can only be described as pure evil; malum in se.

“ But this ‘Joker’ you’re referring to? ” Hand breaks contact with the map’s lean surface to wave in the space beside them, almost foreboding a bow on his part. Whilst this arm performs aforementioned grand gesture, its twin slowly raises in the background. It is sharply brought before the Penguin in the next second, Jerome now intentionally drawing his attention to the red leather glove that hovers between them; sharp FLICK of his wrist and a CARD flashes in his grip.

   Oswald is allowed a mere glimpse of the wildcard. Save for few traces of bloodstains, it is naught but a joker card snatched from some deck. And yet, Jerome’s teeth displayed beside it add a devilish touch to the laughing figure on paper; maddened gaze widening as light brows raise and a soft giggle resonates through his chest. And in the next second, the card is dumped on the map, gracefully landing on top of Gotham’s waterworks.

“ He sounds like a ‘ show don’t tell ’ type of guy. ”