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Day 05: Phantasmagoria
With a little help and encouragement from a friend, I was finally able to put on this show!
#zineoween#zine o ween#phantasmagoria#knogs art#knogs oc#funny zoonies#zoomo#rokkie#betty#pyke#gerulf#gustaf#blip#lope#charlie chevalier#i wanna make an actual one for her but she gets to cameo here bc i said so lol
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weeeeee [no soft , friend shape, huggable etc comments pls and ty]
#regu 1 art#rhythm thief#traditional art#charlie vergier#raphael#marie#The True Chevalier Diabolique#phantom r
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Let’s find Peter Lorre!
Caricature by Al Hirschfeld (1954) for the Fifth Avenue Cinema in New York City of various Hollywood actors from the first half of the 20th century.
I do believe Peter Lorre is located in the middle of the left side, below Edward G. Robinson:
Among those pictured are:
Adolphe Menjou Alec Guinness Anna Magnani Bela Lugosi Ben Turpin Bette Davis Bing Crosby Bob Hope Boris Karloff Buster Keaton Charles Boyer Charles Laughton Charlie Chaplin Chico Marx, Groucho Marx, Harpo Marx Clara Bow Clark Gable Douglas Fairbanks Edward G Robinson Erich von Stroheim Fernandel Fred Astaire Gary Cooper George Arliss Gerard Philipe Gina Lollobrigida Gloria Swanson Greta Garbo Harold Lloyd Harold Lloyd Hedy Lamarr Ingrid Bergman Jean Gabin Jean Harlow Jimmy Durante Joan Crawford John Gilbert Judy Garland Katharine Hepburn Laurence Olivier Lillian Gish and Dorothy Gish Lionel Barrymore Lon Chaney Louis Jouvet Mae West Marie Dressler Marilyn Monroe Marlene Dietrich Mary Pickford Maurice Chevalier Michel Simon Michele Morgan Mickey Mouse Mickey Rooney Myrna Loy Norma Shearer Orson Welles Peter Lorre Raimu Rita Hayworth Rudolph Valentino Shirley Temple Spencer Tracy Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy Stepin Fetchit Theda Bara Vivien Leigh Wallace Beery Warner Oland WC Fields William Powell William S Hart
Have some more Hirschfeld - Peter Lorre caricatures:
Peter Lorre in "Crime and Punishment," drawn June 1936
Peter Lorre in "M", 4/9/33
Peter Lorre & pals in the "You'll Find Out" trade ad, 1940
#peter lorre#bela lugosi#erich von stroheim#groucho marx#marilyn monroe#harold lloyd#peter lorre pictures#peter lorre caricature#caricature#buster keaton#al hirschfeld#caricatures
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Happy rhythm thief bastille day everyone! I decided to draw an idea for a roleswap au!
The basic premise I came up with is that both Charlie and Raphael discover the chevaliers at an earlier point in time and it changes the trajectory of their investigations.
The Crimson Goalkeeper: Charlie's alias, while investigating the mysteré incident, Charlie stumbled upon the chevaliers hideout. They've spent the last few years eavesdropping on the chevaliers plans and stealing their targets before they can get to them.
Detective R: Raphael's alias. He is still far from a law abiding citizen, but rather than committing heists, he has been following the exploits of a certain phantom thief.
The twist here is that they both think that the other is working with the chevaliers.
Charlie: has seen Isaac (Raphael's father) actively colluding with the chevaliers. Seemingly confirms it when they see detective R carrying a coin that bears the mark they recognize from the chevalier's targets.
Raphael: Manages to catch wind of the chevaliers plans to steal only to see charlie get to them soon after. Assumes Charlie is stealing them *for* the chevaliers.
#rhythm thief#charlie vergier#phantom r#home for posts#home for art#raphael (rhythm thief)#rhythm thief and the emperor's treasure#role swap au#rhythm thief bastille day
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"Every Day It's Like Halloween"
Fictober, Day 1
Thanks for @thescullyphile for the prompt: Our stalwart heroes, Mulder and Scully, transported via X-File circumstance, through time to Ye Olde Yeares. What shall our chevaliers find? Perhaps a Monster calles, or they Witnesse the Stone Henge? 'Tis for thine mind to puzzle.
It didn't quite go that direction; but I gotta follow the Muse. ;)))
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Mulder wouldn’t be surprised if his pupils were blown.
Flat on his back, he tried to focus on his breathing as the sky tilted and twirled inconsistently. There were voices blending in surprise or panic around him-- blending being the operative word, he couldn’t make out what they were saying-- and someone’s shadow was dipping over his head. Another second and he expected Scully to come into view.
“Mulder!” And there she was, brows pinched, eyes alarmed. A sprig of fake green poked him in the eye as the contraption holding her tiny knot of hair lost its hold and fell to pieces. She was, he noted, vaguely, a vision in luminous layers of pearl and silver gauze. She smelt like smoke, and salt, and roasted pig flesh.
Oh, he remembered. Ren Faire.
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The case had sounded promising: California visitors disappearing behind the polyester and plastic reconstruction of Medieval times. Skinner, he'd decided, likely wouldn't comment on yet another trip to the West Coast, having turned an increasingly blind eye to their largely fruitless missions and sun tans and deepening smile lines.
“He seems,” Scully concluded, trying to tame a grin, unsuccessfully, “happy.”
“Hm,” Mulder nodded, engrossed with Scully’s battle. “He's definitely more… engaged with our reports lately.”
“Well, stripper video game assassins are probably… intriguing, on some level.” She still held a grudge against Jade Afterglow’s double. He caught her stealing away with his thinnest pair of sunglasses, once, to recreate the stare down in her bathroom mirror. She caught him conspicuously packing those sunglasses, twice, for this trip. (He’d made sure she’d noticed.)
“It'll give him something to say to the premiere reporters.”
Scully tried to hide her curiosity there, as well, looking up to read his face carefully. “That’s still a few weeks away.”
He shrugged, mildly amused at the prospect of their boss preening and strutting around Wayne Federman like a Hollywood would-be. “Jealous you’ll have to share the honor of screentime with Skinman?”
“Once was enough-- Bill’s never gotten over the humiliation.” There was that smile again, in spite of her annoyance at L.A.’s tendency to tape everything. Charlie’s “You and Mulder created job opportunities for werewolves” helped make her older brother’s bluster bearable…that, and the fact both silently agreed to add the tape to Mulder’s collection.
Passing over a few tempting quips, he settled on, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
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"Quite a bit," Scully reminded him, later.
The disappearances had taken a dramatic turn by the time Mulder submitted their travel request: a senator’s daughter vanished; and the local authorities were suddenly as interested in the case as their pensions required. Skinner took their paperwork and theory seriously-- too seriously, they concluded, by roping them into an undercover operation. Vendors and attendees raucously greeted and laughed and sang in the sunshine while Mulder and Scully sweated through layers of cheaply bought performance clothes, she supplying water on the hour and he buying cloths to wipe the sweat off her arms and neck.
As far afield as Mulder floated, he came hurrying back.
“Don’t split up, Agents,” the top-down had warned, “they found one of the bodies this morning. A real gruesome way to go. Pattern suggests the killer targets red-haired guests.” And while the suggestion was improbable, given their methods, neither wanted to take any chances.
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Scully wandered off to relieve herself before Mulder clocked a duck-and-dodge attempt. Someone-- male, above-average height, broad shoulders, shaved head-- was popping from one outlier tent to another, long poker in hand, occasionally twisting behind the flaps to avoid detection. He notified the team just as the man charged, closing in on Scully with sickening speed.
“Scullay!” The ground flew past and the scenery blurred, partner and pursuant becoming his only focus.
“Mul--” she managed to yell, briefly, before whipping out her gun and ordering,” Stop! FBI!”
The suspect did; but Mulder watched as his shoulders straightened, knew the last yard was going to be recklessly crossed, regardless. “FBI-- hands in the air!” he echoed, racing onto the scene, weapon raised.
There was an explosion of movement so disorienting that he had to piece the events together afterwards. The assailant was leaping at him, the poker was above his head, Scully was yelling, shots were fired, the team was swarming around, and darkness was swiftly descending.
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When he woke, the sun was still punishing, the scenery still blurred, and Scully still his only focus.
“Mulder, are you all right? Don’t move,” she discouraged, holding his head steady with one hand while her other fingers prodded around for injury.
“Did he get me?” His question was answered, swiftly and abruptly, when she landed on the sorest part of his skull. “Ow.”
“Sorry. We’re going to have to get that x-rayed, I think. Paramedics should be here, soon.”
Her eyes were too sorrowful, too regretful. He chanced a smile and a friendly poke to her leg. “This time, you ditched me.”
Scully snorted, as he hoped she would. “No one expects to be followed to the bathroom, Mulder.” Squinting at their surroundings, she added, “Or to the woods, in this case.”
“You don’t have historic luck when it comes to bathrooms, though, Scully.”
“Liver eating mutants and elegies aside, Mulder,” she huffed, massaging the ache radiating across his forehead, “I don’t seem to have much luck hanging around you at all.”
“Mm,” he agreed, fighting sleep. “Won’t Skinner be pleased?”
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Time stretched on lazily after Ronald Ferris was led away in handcuffs; and still, the paramedics did not come. His partner was turning snappish, glaring at nosy busybodies and pushing the officers to call in the ambulance if they had to. The moment called for, Mulder muzzily concluded, a distraction.
"Y'know, Scully." He let the statement hang, knowing it wouldn't be long until his partner bit.
"What, Mulder?"
"This is our first ren faire together."
"No," she insisted, inflexibly argumentative, "it is not."
"No? How do you figure?"
She sighed, looked down at him with that smile, and squeezed her eyes shut. "Mulder, I know what--"
"We're here, Scully. What other proof do you need?"
"Fine." Sitting back more comfortably, face relaxing, she let her protests drop. "This isn't our first ren faire because we weren't properly dressed. We didn't bob for apples, or...." Blowing through her lips, she tried to recall the events of that morning. "We didn't eat leg of lamb, or try roasted beef, or wash down vendor desserts with seasonal drinks, or. Or participate in the games. We didn't get to compete against each other. You didn't battle someone else for my honor."
Mulder made a little noise, looked upward where he presumed his bump was; and watched Scully's eyes soften.
"Well," she amended, "you did participate a little. It probably wouldn't count, though."
"It feels like it counts."
Nodding, Scully clutched his hand with her free one, rubbed his thumb tenderly with her own. "Then it counts to me."
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Thanks for reading~
Enjoy!
Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.
#txf#“Every Day Is Like Halloween”#randomfoggytiger's fic#xf fanfic#Fictober#Day 1#2024#here's my first entry!#might only do one a week who knows?#ren faire#xfiles#x-files#the x files#fic#mine
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I’m cracking up imagining Raphael trying to carry a screeching Charlie, bridal style, the same way he carries Marie
Raphael: Charlie! Quit— KICKING ME! I’m trying to SAVE YOU—
Charlie: I NEVER ASKED TO BE SAVED, YOU HEATHEN! LET ME GO…!
Raphael: I would but then the Chevaliers would CATCH US!
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lore time pt 2: electric boogaloo (the kidnapping arc)
This is everything after the crossover part. TL;DR, we've just left Silly Gooberville and are now entering Unnecessary Angst County
Someone at the organization has detected an odd surge of magic somewhere in Paris. They report it to Isaac and Jean-Francois (if he's not incarcerated or dead or smth i dont remember), who, over time, are able to deduce that it's from the Bracelet of Tiamat. Perfect for them; they need to get their hands on it anyway, and the machine they're using to detect supernatural shit can also pinpoint its relative location
They want to wait a little bit longer, as it doesn't seem to be at the necessary level of power yet, but after a particularly intense spike following a short yet sudden absence (which was when Hera entered but they don't know that), they decide to start investigating then
Some time has passed, and everything has been pretty normal. Raphael rarely uses his powers, and if he does, he's secretive about them. He messes around more at home where he's not worried about being caught, and he doesn't like to wear the armband to sleep, but he's not too worried as the only ones in his apartment are himself, his girlfriend, and his dog. Little does he know he's being spied on >:]c
The night of the ninth day (so after three days of "investigation"), Raphael gets kidnapped. They manage to conduct their abduction well enough to not wake him, but Fondue does get up a little while later and gets a strange feeling that something's wrong. He sleepily goes into Raphael's room to check on him, only to find him missing, signs of a struggle (including a few unfamiliar scents), and the window closed but unlocked
He rushes to get Marie and drags her into his room. As soon as it clicks, she panics, puts on her jacket, and runs outside, hoping to find any sort of clues around the window or something. The two snoop around for a bit before, after finding nothing but their scent trail, calling Charlie to ask for help
Charlie decides not to wake his dad, even though Marie suggests getting him involved. She's pretty insistent, but she respects his wishes enough not to take action herself, although she makes sure he knows that she will if they can't handle it on their own
Fondue leads the others as he follows the scent towards the bad guys. I don't know where their HQ is, but they go there
Meanwhile, Raphael had woken up after they escaped through the window, but was quickly knocked out before he could cry for help. He wakes again only after they've already arrived at their destination and notices he's now in handcuffs, which he soon learns are blocking him from using his powers
He's handed off to some Chevaliers, who bring him to Jean-Francois. He is not at all surprised to see Raphael, but he does mutter something about "hoping it wouldn't be you..." (He's worried about Isaac flaking on their plan to siphon away his magic after realizing the one who now holds the Bracelet's powers is his son)
Raphael's still very scared (partially due to getting a little injured while trying to fight back), and Jean-Francois tries to calm him down by saying that they weren't going to hurt him and that he'd be fine. "It's a painless process," he says with a smile, but Raphael is somehow able to magically sense that something's off. He asks what they're going to do to him, but Jean-Francois doesn't answer, just telling the Chevaliers to take him away for a bit while they get prepared
They lock Raphael in a back closet with no windows and no way of exiting aside from the door, which is guarded by two Chevaliers. He still has the magicblocking handcuffs on, and despite searching the room thoroughly, he can't find anything he can use to pick the lock, so there's really nothing he can do :'(
While he's struggling to find a way to escape, Jean-Francois delivers the news to Isaac. He is very reluctant to tell him that the person they've kidnapped is Raphael, and, as expected, when he does finally reveal it, Isaac is not at all happy about it. Shocked and a little afraid, he demands to see his son before anything happens to him, and Jean-Francois brings him to him, telling some other guy to prepare the magic-stealing machine
Though Jean-Francois starts by walking to the closet, as soon as Isaac picks up on where they're keeping him, he rushes towards it, demanding a key from one of the guards and hastily opening the door, only to find Raphael on the floor, panicking. He bolts up and turns to face his father, tears already streaming down his face, and looks up at him as a million thoughts flood his mind and he struggles to find the words to express how he feels
Isaac is horrified; his son is now this inhuman beast whose magic he is soon going to siphon away, and he knows the process is a painful one. But alongside that, a growing part of him just can't believe that *this* is Raphael, that this dragon-like creature is his son
Raphael manages to stand and pleads for his father to help him, but Isaac just stands half-frozen, no idea how to respond. Jean-Francois suggests just bringing him to the extraction machine --- "why don't we just get it over with?" --- And Isaac hesitantly agrees
Stunned, Raphael protests, yelling, "But I'm your son! Why are you letting them do this to me?!"
"My son is a young boy named Raphael," Isaac responds, turning away and making room for the Chevaliers to take him, "not Phantom R, nor this... this monster. Forgive me, but we must finish what we have started."
Raphael has no idea what to say. Or what to do, for that matter. He's too shocked to even resist when the Chevaliers pull him out of the room and begin dragging him away. He keeps his eyes on Isaac, waiting for him too at least glance his way once more, but he never does
Out of nowhere, he hears something whizzing towards him, hitting one of the Chevaliers. He quickly pivots to see a soccer ball bounce off their armor and onto the ground
Charlie, Marie, and Fondue rush towards him, action scene ensues that I'm too lazy to write right now (Charlie has a gun btw), and they rescue Raphael as Chevaliers chase them down the winding halls of the HQ
Jean-Francois is furious, but a part of Isaac is grateful, though the disbelief still remains strong enough for him to not really see Raphael as Raphael anymore. Despite this, Jean-Francois convinces him to help him catch them
They follow the route of the Chevaliers for a moment before getting to a part of the building where there are multiple paths all leading to the same exit. They split up, and Isaac corners the group first. At that point, they had kicked some of the Chevaliers asses and had stopped to break Raphael out of his handcuffs. As soon as he sees Isaac, Charlie pulls out his pistol and demands that he get out of their way, but Isaac holds up his arms and continues to slowly walk towards them
He puts on a sympathetic smile and voice as he tries to convince Raphael that he only said those things because the others were there, that they would have hurt him if he disobeyed, but now he's able to help. Raphael wants to believe him, but his bullshit detector goes off immediately. He keeps up his guard, telling him that he knows he's lying, but Isaac protests, affirming that he didn't mean what he said and that he was terribly sorry for everything that was happening. Again, Raphael knows he's not telling the truth
Upset, hurt, and frankly pissed off, Raphael yells at his father, saying things like "How could you do this?! How could you betray me?!" He admits how alone he was before Fondue came into his life, how abandoned he's always felt, how hard he tried to forgive and forget and how impossible it was not to wonder if his search would be all for nothing --- stuff he hasn't even told his partners. He spills his heart out then and there, all while the area around them feels as though gravity is beginning to weaken and everyone else can see little embers flare up around him
Isaac is growing increasingly desperate to get him back with the Chevaliers, and he promises to explain everything if Raphael obliged. He's tempted, but Marie and Charlie demand he don't listen to him, because even though the levitation thing is growing stronger, the Chevaliers and Jean-Francois are still gaining up on them --- the levitation is only buying them time
It takes a second to convince him, but Raphael does listen to his partners and teleports them all home
The sun is beginning to cross the horizon, its rays slipping through the cityscape and his apartment windows, but the bedroom is still dark and cold. And after Raphael sits down on the bed, Marie and Fondue joining his sides just seconds later, the silence finally begins to set in for all of them. None of them know what to say...
Raphael can hardly believe what just happened, and he struggles to keep himself from crying. They all do what they can to comfort him, with Marie giving him a hug and letting him sob into her shoulder, Fondue handing him his favorite stuffed animal, and Charlie trying his best with some consoling words
After a bit, Raphael calms down and says he's gonna try to get some sleep. They all say goodnight (though Fondue ends up sleeping in his room tonight), but before Charlie can leave the apartment, Marie talks with him about what they should do about all this. They both decide that it would be best to tell his father about the kidnapping and their concerns that they aren't 100% safe
The next morning is spent mostly with police mumbo jumbo that I don't know enough about to describe. Marie and Charlie notice throughout the day how strangely calm and blasé Raphael is about the whole situation, even in private, almost as if it didn't happen. He also doesn't tell the cops about Isaac, just that he was nabbed by the same guys who caused the Hanging Garden events and managed to escape with the help of his partners and dog
Charlie is first to confront him about it, asking why he's so nonchalant about his kidnapping and the whole drama between him and his father, but Raphael avoids giving anything remotely close to a straight answer. He keeps up the act that everything's fine for as long as he can, though he falters from time to time, which only serves to make his partners even more worried
Marie tries to tell him to leave it alone for now, that Raphael's just Like This and that he'll tell them if something's seriously wrong, but Charlie presses 'x' to doubt and counters with, "You're sure he won't just keep it to himself?" to which Marie has no response. Regardless, they don't want to pressure him too much, so Charlie does end up doing as Marie asks, but they both keep it all in mind
#all of rhis was copied from my notes bc its fuckimg midnight and im too tired to summarise#also bc i kept things a lot shorter for this arc lol#my dumbass ramblings#rhythm thief#raphael's doing great au
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PRESENTING: THE GREAT TUMBLR GIRLBOSS TOURNEY!!!!!!
We have 128 phenomenal contestants, and several shitty ones that were abandoned on the spreadsheet. Some were rejected for good reasons: Freddie Mercury isn’t a girl, Princess Di died too recently, and Trish is from one lady’s single Tiktok. Some were rejected for petty and foolish reasons, such as “I don’t like Hetalia” and “I don’t like early 2000s movies.”
Under the cut is all the match-ups in plain text for those of you who with to ctrl+F for their girlboss. If your own girlboss didn’t make it in, feel free to send in asks about how I’m a fool for running this poll without including your rejected babygirl.
Additionally, feel free to peruse the original spreadsheet to see everyone who didn’t make it in. It is organized in no way shape or form besides the occasional collating of characters who had multiple submissions (notably, Vriska).
If there’s anything I should know about any of the accepted girlbosses (”The person who played this girlboss is currently being prosecuted for murder in North Carolina” or other similar aspects of despicability that should get them disqualified) please inform me off-anon, with evidence. While some of these girlbosses are literal murderers, those who have shed human blood are either fictional or have been dead for over a century, but I don’t want any current murderers around. I want everyone on tumblr to be able to enjoy this tournament if possible.
Polls should begin some time this weekend, assuming no problems arise.
Vriska Serket vs. Azula
Makima vs. Lady Macbeth
Wu Zhao vs. Asahina Tomiko
Edelgard von Hresvelg vs. Allison (Kill Six Billion Demons)
Turanga Leela vs. Emily Prentiss
Lady Dimitrescu vs. Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche
Franziska von Karma vs. Gerri Kellman
Romana vs. Missy
Hatsune Miku vs. Lord Dominator
Kim Wexler vs. Dahlia Hawthorne
Maria Calavera vs. Maria (Silent Hill 2)
Lup Taaco vs. Fig Faeth
Banica Conchita vs. Queen Maud/Empress Matilda
Lady Jessica vs. Jadwiga
Stepmother (Dimension 20) vs. Fine (Symphogear)
Princess Caroline vs. Queen (Deltarune)
Amanda Young vs. Erica Slaughter
Charlie vs. Victim
Charlotte Hale vs. Bryce Tankthrust
Edalyn Clawthorne vs. Amaya
Fujiko Mine vs. Mitsuru Kirijo
Arashi Narukami vs. Mizuki Akiyama
Bela Talbot vs. Hamyuts Meseta
Michael Burnham vs. Eva Popoff
Anna Kyoyama vs. Ava Maddox
Giulia Tofana vs. Eleanor Guthrie
Renee Minkowski vs. Katherine Pulitzer
Ozaki Kouyou vs. Ayt Madashi
Romina vs. Clytemnestra
Pioneer 10 vs. Prospera Mercury
Kafka vs. Jinx
Chrisjen Avasarala vs. Dana Scully
Grell Sutcliffe vs. Misa Amane
T'Pring vs. Della Duck
Madalena (Galavant) vs. Cersei Lannister
Baru Cormorant vs. Riza Hawkeye
Cleopatra vs. Morton Salt Girl
Susie (Deltarune) vs. Emma (The Promised Neverland)
Pearl Forrester vs. GlaDOS
Mapleshade vs. Midna
Amanda Waller vs. Victoria Hand
Chevalier d'Eon vs. Samus
The Golden Witch Beatrice vs. Morgana
Amy Dunne vs. Irene Adler
Junko Enoshima vs. Usagi Tsukino
Sharpay Evans vs. Heather Chandler
Moira O'Deorain vs. Tsunade
Welegato/Cairngorm vs. Garnet (Steven Universe)
Ada Wong vs. Medea
Shego vs. Loba
Maddie Fenton vs. Pearl Houzuki
Cala Maria vs. Morathi
Akane Kurashiki vs. Evolved One
Boudica vs. Tlacey
Larxene vs. The Administrator
Jane Johnston Schoolcraft vs. Joan d'Arc
Koyanskaya vs. Mitzi May
Eowyn vs. Chacha
Alexis Rose vs. Julia Cotton
Shenzi vs. Tak
Grandmother Raven vs. Roxanne Wolf
Toph Beifong vs. Sasha Waybright
April O'Neil vs. Misty Quigley
Rose Lalonde vs. Mia Fey
#tournament#my method for any fandoms with multiple girlboss submissions was 'everyone gets firsts before anyone gets seconds'#except for ace attorney. which had the greatest number of distinct girlbosses in submissions.
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i watched 120 new-to-me films this year; here are the posters from a few of my favorites in no particular order!!
faults (riley stearns, 2014) out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980) wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971) entergalactic (fletcher moules, 2022) histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989) the woman king (gina prince-bythewood, 2022) waking life (richard linklater, 2001) on the count of three (jerrod carmichael, 2021) thank you and good night (jan oxenberg, 1991)
i’ll tag @lesbiancolumbo / @draftdodgerag / @localpubliclibrary / @calicoskiesacoustic / @jerrylandis / @columbosunday / @harrierdoobie / @sightofsea and anyone else who’d like to do this!! 🌟
entire watchlist from 2022 is below the cut:
the world to come (mona fastvold, 2020)
nancy (christina choe, 2018)
la bouche de jean-pierre (lucile hadžihalilović, 1996)
run (aneesh chaganty, 2020)
the mosquito coast (peter weir, 1986)
mass (fran kanz, 2021)
a field in england (ben wheatley, 2014)
angels wear white (vivian qu, 2017)
a cape cod christmas (john stimpson, 2021)
shook (jennifer harrington, 2021)
outing riley (pete jones, 2004)
love & mercy (bill pohlad, 2014)
small engine repair (john pollono, 2021)
the fallout (megan park, 2021)
clemency (chinonye chukwu, 2019)
red elvis (thomas latter, 2022)
calendar girls (nigel cole, 2003)
the little hours (jeff baena, 2017)
out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980)
aya of yop city (marguerite abouet and clement oubrerie, 2013)
fresh (mimi cave, 2022)
jesus camp (rachel grady, 2006)
bamboozled (spike lee, 2000)
master (mariama diallo, 2022)
the world of us (yoon ga-eun, 2016)
jezebel (numa perrier, 2019)
the cat, the reverend and the slave (alain della negra and kaori kinoshita, 2009)
cohabitation (lauren barker, 2022)
the queen of versailles (lauren greenfield, 2012)
secret ceremony (joseph losey, 1968)
the northman (robert eggers, 2022)
the silent partner (daryl duke, 1978)
in secret (charlie stratton, 2013)
the ground beneath my feet (marie kreutzer, 2019)
the man who haunted himself (basil dearden, 1970)
woodlands dark and days bewitched: a history of folk horror (kier-la janisse, 2021)
the miseducation of cameron post (desiree akhavan, 2018)
roadrunner: a film about anthony bourdain (morgan neville, 2021)
karen dalton: in my own time (richard peete and robert yapkowitz, 2020)
fire music (tom surgal, 2018)
histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989)
fruit of paradise (věra chytilová, 1969)
a different image (alile sharon larkin, 1982)
preparations to be together for an unknown period of time (lili horvát, 2020)
candyman (nia dacosta, 2021)
fan girl (antoinette jadaone, 2020)
chicago 10 (brett morgen, 2007)
pray away (kristine stolakis, 2021)
mavis! (jessica edwards, 2015)
M (yolande zauberman, 2018)
wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971)
thomasine & bushrod (gordon parks, 1974)
desire me (released uncredited; jack conway, george cukor, mervyn le roy, and victor saville, 1947)
faults (riley stearns, 2014)
premature (rashaad ernesto green, 2019)
mother joan of the angels (jerzy kawalerowicz, 1961)
the loft (erik van looy, 2014)
the black phone (scott derrickson, 2022)
no exit (damien power, 2022)
nope (jordan peele, 2022)
paprika (satoshi kon, 2006)
our eternal summer (émilie aussel, 2021)
playground (laura wandel, 2021)
not okay (quinn shephard, 2022)
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Cringetober Day 17: Fake Anime Screenshot, with Lavalie and Charlie >:] What's Lavalie up to?
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With light by
A kimo sequence
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That grew beside a human door! With light by light: lonely thing, that soon he rose and warmth of loue.
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But Flight. Of air, not pure as it, yet pure, doth well delight. My slumber was gone for you, my dear.
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Because the blue sky bends over and trust that I shall those tears; take me to the centre. But there.
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Pushing toward daybreak. A dainty dish to set before me, when the trance was o’er, the mastiff bitch?
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I do not the disaligned. Though yet, heaven seems half-way to lift some weight of low replies.
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That hole where leather men are vain? And slowly rolled her with me, we’re wed to one eternity.
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I have been faithful to you, Cynara! Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert—and light and song.
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Stay with your old baggage. Plunge them in up to thee, and thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.
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Says, I wanted to get married. With blushing shame, by rage suppress’d, let tears, and weep each other?
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To sit a star upon the floor below. And, Do I dare? No, no, my Deare, let bee.
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Cannot flie away. Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils defect in each, and lang’rous waist!
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—Thy words, relieve my verse in time, your fortune— range the wilds of Time, perhaps not a woman, off!
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Make in misery to live. And lie, ever singing, each to each. Makes you tyrants in the end.
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Free from fear, they cross’d the diver’s brain, for a lady’s chamber floor. Yet so did I let my friend.
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Now do I know this: I fell in love wilt hear; if from thee. Oh Angel of hopeless, lasting flames!
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After than Phoebus, if he seav’n times bright! For forbidden fires. To spit out all the dance was mine.
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Bright eyes, that all her hard and cold white as stone. Involved in stillness, plighted vows fleeting as air!
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Assist the field is universe into a lute. Is it indeed so? Be thine! The air is still!
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I told my love had seen mine execution. Curse on all best exceed proportions of the year.
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And gave a twist to me. Which stands check’d; Religion of my mind, thy words, thou art as tyrannies.
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I’ll wrap it round. Till the same chance!—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert— and light a cigarette.
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And all thou know’st to my dear doting heart. Do love you here is none like a dog in a kennel.
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But tis twilight dawned; and out of sight. Owe this dearest, that long-wish’d-for end, full to thee, and doubt.
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The lovely lady’s shroud. I heard the mermaid now, for I will say: How his hair is growin’ yet.
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Give me the shade of the sky.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, the young Chevalier. And is he gone?
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Ah! The Castle wa’, she saw three bonie boys playing with a dying fall beneath the huge oak tree?
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Our bed is lovely maid and sees a damsel bright a dame! Hand, turning her grave. By more than dead!
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And like a noon-dew, wanderings I have sinn’d! I want to glide a sunbeam by the Maiden’s side!
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Where I fly, pursue, rise in the brain is not so. Spake words Sir Leoline. I dreamed I was a child!
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By thee to mount, and complaint of present the bonie laddie in. Bare, lest aught unholy loiter here?
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And love to so base a vice, for no man knows. Much, Cynara! No matter by the might be well!
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He danced with rough. Amid that scenes appear where’er I turn me not to belie his soul with clay.
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Run afresh, as if she ’d said, Gee woe! I lift my heavy eyelids my anguish hangs like shame.
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To the fault; I view my crime, but kind? To labour was thine! And do accept my madness, and weak.
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He drank: her fair large bright and slender oats foraged in the lady’s chamber door; and the sun.
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A cool suspense from pain; thy life destroy. The wanton thru the flower amang them very ill.
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Of lonely way, close by the castle bell. As if she be small, jewel-like flower unfamiliar.
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The way to the blood runs out across the sounds and strange man should presume? That is so vex’d with thee.
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To know her but I? Or foxlike in difference. And thus she stooped, methought I heard a hollow sound.
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A blue moon for an instant leper. Lord of her beauty lies, when faithful to the land of spike?
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And none of us thought thus watred was my strange death of Jesus set me free. In this fashion.
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But could have this; she shall: then my hopes and men, who looked askance and end with his society?
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And those tender-ship, cried Sally Brown! Sleeps, and love all night upon mine ears, both I and the brow!
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Within the bathroom floor mocks your haire with me! So, the year, that yours and mine had bound us lie?
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Van Diemen’s land if certain when two dewdrops on the best, even to life in the airport. Ah!
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Seized, inside my honest faith in this man no more, but other me? A shining steps of thy child!
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Lingered in the moon is behind, and saw thee woman in contractions are five minutes apart.
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Comes first—light in what they might half undo it. Of loue new-coin’d to her from the pitiless wave?
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And his Anguish grew—how bear it? But, as luckless, I have sworn to bury all things undo me.
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That looks up at the lady by her word were it even for me. Loathe the side-lie of a truth.
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For once, a tremor breakfast the sky ascends, wi’ sangs o’ joy. And damning their necks, where away?
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And flush themselves forsake and for very feare would return to life, to life in thee has killed it.
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And the rain on my soul. And I was a rose that green mama who first forced me to Mortal part.
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Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore, and Crabbe will trim. To sail with old Benbow; and here, ev’n then, shall be poor.
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The Sexes rose to work upon is much too much, some say, she seems that sweet said, that thou to dread?
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And hark, again! From happy pieties, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet face of you and me.
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Why should poor beauty from my love, my life. But, as luckless, I have known the rain lasts anywhere.
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In the bud will wear white despair? Wilt thou go with me, we’re wed to one eternity in days?
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Not Ida; ’ clasp it once all-fragrant-curtain’d love begins again. Then downward like those who love.
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What peace. And her voice is strength beguiled, this golden foot of May is on the bloated hiss of death.
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For I have slept on the brands were stopt with griefe. Still as death, can break her word were it bitterness.
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The earth forever! It must be because it is a precious seal of my life, myself—and you.
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Is changed in a convent’s solitary Child. When I break through all the grist of its insides grow.
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Now folds the maid and thine for me. Than Heaven, my Lover, were my Chamber Heaven’s sun staineth.
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Err I dare to look at the basin and wriggling on thy fame! My own heart’s heart, where, while I weep!
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Till love you, dear, I’ll love you all; let Virtue be your soules; come wait on hir whom winged Psyche true!
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I waste my heart and mine should hindred be. Gloom, and nothing can be old, for as you with my death.
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For once and show me what I meant, at all. Proud of many, lives upon his gaine is our lost will.
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I call, I call: who do ye call? And the rent, and long to stay with your old baggage. I would get.
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—Not the power to burn and be all that bloody torments you doe give, creatures, couched her homage.
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Geraldine shakes thee hence. Yet, if Hope has flown away in a night, or in nothing but a feint.
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That heart to this fool lord, dare I bid her abide by her side; nor strange. That is misunderstood.
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You soarer, you of the sea. ’ Echoing straits between the hills? Again she sees my lady’s maid.
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Nor shall die tonight, I wrote this morning. Black Melancholy reigns; what means the warm leaden sheet.
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And the gravelly sand take a body to it, even blue-eyed fly to the field. Sir Leoline?
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From op’ning on the crowing cock, how drowsily it crew. Shall ever was in our own child-bed.
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Within and whom I am confined. Water so cleanly I myself upon the floor below.
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Cries to catch her but I? Of all that we see or seem is but as a tomb which happened balloon.
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Out for love, to give the wreath’d trellis of a working brain, love alone. With a moonlight and song.
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I lift my heaven knows, in joys and woe so many times. To the banks, close of each too, too late.
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My soul would only be the best, even to life in losing mine? Naked, a double behind.
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Like cliffs which have no fear! Beneath the weight of soil, nothing new is in us, and were at peace.
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I knew a beautiful olives. We men and drivers in a bar-room around its wings and neck.
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—Come live with me—or fall from its boundless mere, with true sight! This day my journey should I presume?
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Into many a summer’s front doth sing and saying plainly of not turning from yonder bay?
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Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon, how can you bloom so fresh and faithful to its crisis? Have guessed?
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I fell, and fro, while I weep! And turning away, wants to be made, cobbling at the lasting flames!
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Such gentle still dictates, and those faire skin, beamy eyes, for the quarters, and looking to the Pole.
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Pitiless wave? Flickering gyres, but he’d once about to have gone to the sun delights me.
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And may appear so when this rebellious heart, and that will show itself to stone. Nay, fairer yet!
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To swell a progress, start up, the same chance! As old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton.
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Move still doth breeding flow’rs. They will sing to me. That even its grossest flatterers dare not brave.
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That looks up at the happy again. A clover, a Fisherman mends a glimmers on to me.
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To them through my fingers am I at all satisfied. Her deadly pangs be drown’d, while I slept.
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Rain on thee; yet eyes this curious friend. The winged’ steed, I wish we never looks both small and dull.
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And make my old excuse, ’ proving his caresses by the cold. With open eyes ah woe is me!
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To deem, as a most logical conclusion, that ’s underneath the weight. It even for me?
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Nay, by my own eyes inspiring hole. My heart is dust at the pin; and here, ev’n then, shall meet!
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Unto the straitest best of all to Love than is or ever dear! Angels of the precious jewel.
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Ida came behind. That brought to. But to- morrow, the field. While prostrate here increase! To the field.
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I cried for madder music and forms of men! His gentle daughter is safe and fro, while I weep!
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“Mid-left is John, Ethel and Lionel Barrymore are sitting with George Arliss and Helen Hayes who is holding a baby. Below left are Miriam Hopkins, Lilyan Tashman, Mae West, Edmund Lowe, Constance Bennett, Joel McCrea, Maurice Chevalier, Kay Francis with hands behind her head, Joan Crawford, and Leslie Howard. In the middle, Dolores Del Rio, Adolphe Menjou, Joseph Schenck, Samuel Goldwyn, Joan Blondell, Douglas Fairbanks Jr. with his arms up, Sylvia Sydney, Mary Pickford, Gary Cooper, and Douglas Fairbanks. On the right, Laurel and Hardy, Edward G. Robinson, Cecil B. Demille, Claudette Colbert, Marion Davies, Norma Shearer, Charlie Chapman, Fredric March, Marie Dressler, Gene Fowler, Nancy Carroll holding a beach ball, Howard Hughes, George Raft, Louella Parsons, Harpo Marx, Katharine Hepburn, Jean Harlow, Marlene Dietrich, Schnozzle Durante with his hands up, Greta Garbo, Clark Gable, Ernst Lubitsch, and Wallace Beery.”
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I have Vergier family feels again…
Inspector Vergier started working on the ‘Mystere Incident’ (or at least, he started writing about it in his file) three years prior to the game’s present time. The ‘incident’ has something to do with a string thefts of artworks and antiques, all baring the same mark.
Constable Loic mentions that Vergier has been working on this case since Emma died, implying that Emma’s death had something to do with the ‘Mystere Incident’. This is never confirmed and as we don’t have a sequel, it probably never will be confirmed, but it’s cool to speculate.
Who do we know who stole a load of artworks with the mark and disappeared three years ago—? Oh, hi, ISAAC!
The timing here just seems too coincidental. The fact that Charlie’s mother could have died around the same time Raphael’s dad left… hurts my heart.
What if Emma’s death was what drove Isaac away? Maybe Isaac could handle moonlighting as an art thief while he was still living with Raphael, but being involved in someone’s death was too much for him. Either Isaac wanted to escape or he became even more embroiled with the Chevaliers because “There’s blood on your hands now, Isaac, old chap! You might as well rise through the ranks of the Chevaliers!” (My flawless Jean-François impression!)
Wouldn’t it be so bitterly ironic if Inspector Vergier lost Emma because he started looking into the Mystere Incident, but then after her death, he just dedicated his entire life to the case— pushing away the one family member he had left?
During Chapter 8, when the Chevaliers start terrorising Paris, Vergier muses about how those involved in the Mystere incident have been up to something. By ‘those involved’, he must mean Graf… who Vergier later realizes is Jean-François (not the teenage rhythm thief Vergier has been chasing with the Paris Roller Skate Brigade)…
If Emma did die three or so years before the game, this might beg the question of why Vergier carries around a family photo from years ago, when Charlie was a baby. It’s not impossible that Emma died while Charlie was very young, but then again, maybe Vergier just keeps the photo with him for sentimental reasons… and so he would always have the message Emma left him:
‘I will keep our family safe while you keep our city safe. I know you will not let us down, my brave, noble constable.’
Vergier promised Emma he would protect Paris, while she promised to protect their family. But then, Emma died because he was trying to protect Paris… but how can Vergier continue to protect Paris if he needs to protect what remains of their family? How can he keep his promise to Emma and keep Charlie safe, while he’s grieving? This isn’t helped at all by the fact that Charlie’s pink school dress and cardigan looks so much like what Emma wears in their family photo…
As it turns out, Charlie can protect Vegier, while Vergier protects Charlie, and they can work together to protect Paris.
Charlie didn’t understand why their father was so obsessed with saving Paris until they saw Emma’s message on the photo. In Charlie’s words, they didn’t know that was how their mother felt about their father. Upon returning the photo to Vergier, Charlie remarks, “You owe her, non?”, echoing how Charlie feels like they owe Phantom R for him saving Charlie.
It’s not actually about owing anyone— Charlie just uses this as an excuse to keep helping Phantom R…
It’s about helping the people you care about and trusting that they will help you in return.
Both Vergier and Charlie seem to have realised this by the end of the game. They team up with Phantom R to storm the Hanging Gardens and take down the Chevaliers. In the game’s final scene, Vergier yells at Charlie that it’s the Constabulary’s job to catch the Rhythm Thief, but he’s actually smiling, so you know this is all just a game to them and Phantom R now…
During the Vergiers’ bonus episode, Family Ties, Vergier and Charlie team up to defeat some leftover Chevaliers in Les Invalides. (Chasing the harmless Rhythm Thief is fine, but not the chevaliers!)
In the opening narration to the episode, Charlie mentions that their father still refuses to discuss everything that happened with them… and later, Vergier tells Charlie that the case on the Mystere Incident is officially closed. (‘Officially…?’) Vergier tells Charlie to stop interfering… but, realising that Charlie will never listen, he just asks Charlie to stay within his sights.
Vergier then walks out, leaving Charlie alone at Les Invalides…
Inspector Vergier got some good character development… but he’s still not the best parent :’D (Still, leagues better than Isaac and Jean-François!)
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