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my life has changed since I learned how to play Bach’s Invention No. 13 from memory on the piano
#it’s so good. I’m ready to flex at a moment’s notice#unfortunately I told my students this and they thought it was so funny and now they want me near a piano#this is part of what’s causing the anxiety. I’m flying a little too close to the sun in how I talk to them these days#akskjejejeejjejejejjejejdjejej#some students: hey you dress like the perfect ideal of an English teacher I could make a Pinterest board about you#me: yeah I know#lakekekeejejejej I HAVE to get the ego in check#and I said it with a smile!#but yeah a lot is sort of …. cresting at school rn and breaking through#and it’s good and also brings with it its own fears and also I like Taylor have some gremlin energy and like to fly too close to the sun#wow this was a journey#Saturdays are for processing#but yeah Bach helps#akkskskejejjeje#teaching tag#I guess?
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“The Joker and the Harlequin”
Joker/Arthur Fleck x Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel Fic
Summary:
"You may not understand, but when you see the Joker laughing, I see him crying"
Harleen Quinzel is the new Intern in the Arkham Asylum, place where she meets the distinguished criminal Arthur Fleck, mostly known as the Joker. She fears of him, until for a meaningless revenge and corruption inside the psychiatric hospital, the Joker becomes his patient. In every psychiatric consultation they will have, Harleen will gradually feel a connection to Arthur, a fatal connection that will lead to her lethal destiny.
Will it be at least reciprocal?
Warnings of the story in general: Violence, gender-based violence, obscene language, sexual content, possible drug addiction and possible NSFW.
Notes: Well, after thinking about them a lot, I've decided to translate my first fanfic from “Joker” into English, what an emotion! I hope the translation be decent hehe. Anyway I'm sorry if I make some mistakes grammatical or writing mistakes :3
I hope you like this first chapter, I'll put warnings and notes on all the chapters, and some lyrics of songs too.
I also want to explain that Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel will be one of the characters that will have the most changes, oh no, don't worry, believe me, only the character will adapt. At first it would seem like it's OoC, but trust me, Harleen Quinzel will have a different yet similar development to become Harley Quinn.
And also clarify another thing about Harley: I'm frequently asked, "What actress should I imagine in Harley Quinn, In Margot Robbie or another woman?" The truth is, you imagine the actress you want for Harley, you're free to do it. Honestly, I don't have any actress in particular, sometimes I think on Margot Robbie but on other occasions I think on actresses like Elizabeth Olsen, Emily Browning, Esther Povitsky, and even Natalie Portman. Don't limit yourself! Imagine your own Harley Quinn for Arthur!
By the way! If you speaks in Spanish and want to read the whole story to where I have stayed, it left you the links of Fanfiction.net and Wattpad :3 (Don’t make spoilers!)
I think with nothing more to say or clarify, I will leave you with the first chapter, I hope you like this story! It will be a sad and dramatic thing, but because I like the sad and dramatic, hehe, enjoy it!
Warning of this chapter: No one. Just this one it’s short.
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Chapter 1
"Good morning, citizens of Gotham City, we hope you're all right from wherever you're watching us. Today is a tremendously sad day for all of us... Today 10 years ago was the Tragedy of Gotham City..."
The day was painted gray. For many people, they hoped the day would end soon.
But for her, the day just starting.
She thought about it while picking up her dark brown hair and making a bun with this one. She had to be completely prepared.
She looked her nails, making sure were free of polish and short. It wasn't like her nails always going to wear nail polish, she just wanted to make sure.
The truth is she was very anxious, and of the same anxiety, she had eaten her nails. It had to be a perfect day for her.
She looked in the mirror, feared that her makeup would be outrageous, fortunately for her it was actually subtle. She did not use many products on her face, however, she considered it perfect for the occasion. The only thing missing was the most basic thing, the essential, what could not be missed by anything in the world in a makeup: The lipstick.
She looked at her collection of lipsticks, a collection made up for only five lipsticks. Of all, she chosen and had among her fingers one of her favorites, a red lipstick.
She uncovered it and looked it. Yes, it could be the ideal color, the one indicated for the occasion, because from the first time she was fortunate to try it on, it was the type of lipstick that made her feel more confident and self-assured.
"If you're gonna start use this kind of makeup, that would be no problem if you start helping me with the rent of the apartment, just pick a good corner, where the police don't notice you, but the customers do"
Remembering her mother's words when she discovered that lipstick in her collection, she made her keep it immediately. Ashamed, she preferred to use an opaque rose lipstick.
She looked one more time in the mirror of her dressing table: Makeup ready, hairstyle ready, clothes too. Everything was ready in her.
It was her first day of the Internship, her first day as a psychiatrist, and even though she loved her career as a doctor and the approach she decided to give it, she did not like the idea of where she would develop professionally. Well, she didn't deserve to be there.
She was one of the best students (Probably the best) of her generation in the specialty of Psychiatry. She wanted to escape from Gotham City, because that city, also being one of the worst cities in the country, brought her terrible memories. So, putting all his knowledge to work, she managed to present an excellent thesis that dealt with how criminal comportment was born in the society.
Of course, it was a pretty flattered job, one of the best in decades. However, the teachers in charge of graduating the psychiatrist, knowing that, despite the woman's attitude, they could see she was someone very beautiful, and they did not want to miss the opportunity.
The teachers told to the girl that for the excellent investigation they gave her approval and honors, but if she really wanted that, she must "met with them in their offices from 8:00 PM" or see them in the “Mermaid Motel” on the outskirts of the city at 9 p.m.
She, remembering fears of the past, rejected to be alone with any of those teachers who had made sexual insinuations to her, and even she exhibited them. They, in revenge, decided to take away her right to choose their Internship place and send it to the worst place where she could do it:
In the Arkham Asylum
She felt like a kick in her stomach when the rest of her classmates escaped to better places in the country. But she had no choice but to prepare and fulfill what the destiny told her to do.
Once ready, with her hand bag, her rounded glasses over her nose and her doctor’s coat under her arm, the young woman walked once more to her mirror.
“... It's your first day... It's your first day Harleen... Don't screw it up... Don't do it”
She left her room, ready for everything.
“Mom, I’m leaving”
Harleen looked that her mother ignored her, while she sat watching the news on TV. Without saying anything else, she left her apartment.
Not much happened when on the subway, Harleen delve into her thoughts and occasionally looked at people. She read from afar the newspaper headline of an older man who was focused on his reading.
"The Dark Knight stops a bank robbery"
Harleen knew who they referred to in the city as The Dark Knight, some are agreed with him and defended him, others hated him and wanted him to be arrested as soon as possible.
Harleen didn't care if that vigilante was doing the right thing or not, what surprised her was that someone outside the authorities did their job.
Leaving aside that subject in her mind she concentrated again on her thoughts.
Despite being at Arkham, she was enthusiastic.
When she was a teenager, she had always been fascinated by psychiatry: The study of mental illness.
What she could wait from that day?
“Hey little lady, give me your wallet”
“Eh?”
Oh yes, the bad luck lady always accompanied her everywhere.
Harleen's blue eyes rose, a guy with bad loos was pointing her with a knife. Her eyes became small when she noticed the assaulter's intentions.
She looked everywhere, waiting for help. People acted like what was going on in front of her was a passing vision. Something that wasn't really going on.
In a fearful and shy voice, she spoke to the criminal.
“No... Please... It’s, it’s my first day in…”
“Give me the fucking wallet if you don't want to die!”
Scared, she pulled her wallet out of her bag and took out the money, handed it over to the assailant.
20 bucks.
“That’s all, bitch?”
“It's, it's all I've got, I don't have more...”
Frightened, she hoped it would be enough for the robber, but she just felt something damp on her cheek, it was a spit, he spit on her.
“Fucking poor”
When the thief leaves, she looked everywhere again, the subway wasn't so full, but if there were enough people to get up to defend her, it was just a knife.
But she at once thought that not everyone would give her life for a stranger.
Disappointed that her day will not start as she wanted, she looked out the subway window as she wiped herself with a tissue she pulled out of her bag.
A tear ran down the cheek cleaned, dried that drop quickly. She didn't want to ruin her makeup.
When she finished to clean her face, she breathed.
She was hoping it wasn't a bad day.
She was expecting that with all the hopes she had left.
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“Nobody knows, nobody cares if I'm lonesome
Nobody sighs, nobody cries if I'm blue
It seems that night after night
I sit alone and twiddle my thumbs
But still I keep right on hoping, keep the door open
But nobody comes”
Annette Hanshaw - " Nobody Cares If I'm Blue"
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(You could do these when you're bored) Hi!! My small headcannon would be for Young! Prompto and how he gets embarrassed and shy when his (younger!)s/o fangirls about how big he is and she tells him how he's so perfect to her. -in cooking class-for Ignis, his s/o gets very irritated when the teacher is bragging about Ignis's work. - and for younger! Gladio- His s/o and little Iris play with Glass hair and try to put it in small ponytails and/or buns but he ends up doing it on her.
A young Prompto’s younger S/O who fangirls abouthis bigger size and how she views him as perfect:
11 year old Prompto was a freshman in high school and despite hisinsecurities about his chubby figure, he caught the eye of his S/O in Scienceclass, third period on a sunny Monday morning. His S/O, a quirky female withstrawberry blonde hair and a face full of the most beautifully unique freckleswith piercing indigo night sky eyes. They were partnered for an astrologyproject and became best buddies – only, she was his ONLY friend for a while,till he met the chocobros. After a whole month of working solidly on theirproject, Prompto decided to discuss his weight woes.
Prompto: ‘I’ve been the big blonde kidsince I was 6. My parents, it’s not their fault, I just, I feel so lost andhopeless, food became my comfort. Only now, it’s uh, not so comforting.’
He finishedhis confession with a chuckle.S/O: ‘I guess you’re right, I mean um,constantly eating won’t lessen how lonely you feel huh? Hey, look, why I don’tI help. Don’t worry, I’m not going to put you on a diet, I just want you tofeel more comfortable in yourself. Besides, I think you’re amazing the way youare.’Prompto’s mouth opened slightly. Prompto: ‘Uh, wow, hey, thanks……’Only a few days after their heartfelt conversation, Prompto plucked up thecourage to ask his friend to be his girlfriend. She promptly accepted the offerand much like when they were friends, she’d try to play the part of a ‘motivator’,encouraging him to do things to please himself. In fact, it was during theirscience project that Prompto discovered his fondness of capturing the finest ofmoments. One dark Saturday night, Prompto suggested the two of them gostargazing – finding an empty field near the Citadel proved challenging, sothey caught a bus and walked to a deserted location bordering Insomnia. Okay, alittle dangerous for 12 year olds to be venturing off at night but that’s whatmade it even more exciting. Besides, they had each other. They leaned against alarge rock, sitting close to eachother, Prompto’s S/O grabbing his belly.S/O: ‘Six, I’ve always wanted to sayPrompt. Your rolls are so adorable and I am clearly blessed by the six that Ihave you all to myself. My little chubby nugget.Prompto would’ve normally been offended by this sort of trace of hisappearance, only he knew she meant well. He could see it in the moonlight glowof her eyes; she adored him so. The gaze of adoration she demonstrated beforeresting her head on his shoulder was all that mattered to Prompt. Although they’re (evidently) no longer together, in present times, Prompto looksback on memories with his first girlfriend, fondly. She helped him become whathe grew up to be, a loyal, loving sidekick who despite his fears, would putthem aside for his nearest and dearest in critical situations.Star pupil Ignis and his cooking class – his S/O becomesfrustrated when the teacher is bragging about Ignis’s work.
14 year old Ignis recently acquired hisfirst ever significant other. Even at his tender young age, he would alwaysrefer to his S/O as his partner, as opposed to girlfriend. Formal might as wellhave been his middle name and that’s partly what attracted his S/O to beginwith – always the guy to have an answer for teachers in lesson, whilst the restof the class evidenced a lack of enthusiasm, leaning their elbows on desks,eyes barely open.
Food tech class was Ignis’s personal favourite. He doted on the creation ofunique recipes – fun fact: Ignis was not always a great cook. In fact, as afreshman, he LOATHED cooking class till his teacher pulled him aside for a oneto one lesson on a gluten free, vegetable supreme pizza. Eventually, Ignis gotthe whole kitchen thing figured out and became a cooking whiz, earning exceptionalgrades and a reputation as the ‘most likely to be a chef’ student.
Fast forward a couple of years to Ignis and his S/O sharing the same cookingclass every Wednesday and today’s lesson revolved around custom coffee making.The class had been asked to spend the previous 2 weeks mapping out ideas for their‘ideal’ coffee and specific ingredients they’d choose, tailored to suit their preferences.As one would predict, Ignis was ALL OVER this project like a mad man – his S/Owould beam would pride, even when he couldn’t make it to her after schooldinner due to his commitments to the project. Ignis decided to list ingredientsto make the perfect ‘morning energy’ beverage with a hint of cinnamon. When thetime came to present ideas in class, the teacher made no secret that hishomework was her personal favourite; constantly comparing his list of ingredientsto Insomnia’s finest of cooks. Ignis’s S/O felt a little insulted. She too hadworked pretty hard on her coffee, naming it ‘moondust’ because the liquid wouldbe ‘dark as night’ topped with small speckles of sugar for added sweetness anddecorative purposes.
Post class, Ignis couldn’t help but notice his S/O acting a little distant.
Ignis: ‘You’ve been acting awfully stand offish sincecookery, might I dare intrude?’
S/O: ‘Okay, so maybe my idea was more about theaesthetics but still, I should of got a few points for originality. Damn, isn’tit time someone else got a standing ovation for their efforts? I’m kinda doneof seeing the same old!’
Ignis doesn’t do drama or confrontation so he decided to lether cool off to avoid aggravating the situation further.
His S/O gets pissed off when he doesn’t answer themasquerade of text messages she sent that night, complaining about the teacher’sconstant bragging.
Ignis becomes somewhat displeased with her behaviour. Hesends ONE text back suggesting the two discuss the matter in private afterschool tomorrow.
They meet as soon as the bell rings to end the school day,at exactly 3:15pm. His S/O complains that cooking has become his livelihood andwhilst that’s fine, she wants to be recognised for her efforts now and then, alsoexpressing how it’s unfair on other students.
Ignis understands her point of view but is not willing to rationalise– he does have a selfish trait, he wants to be perceived as the best cook inthe entire Royal Advisory school and is not willing to have that reputationtarnished, even if his S/O comes up with some great ideas now and then.
S/O essentially not willing to compromise and says otherpeople deserve a shot.
Ignis: Nope.
S/O has only been dating Ignis a couple of weeks but herfeelings instantly diminished, so to avoid further tension and disagreements,she decides to call it off.
Ignis: His ego is a little bruised but he won’t admit it. Heinsists the two remain friends and whilst they DON’T for the rest of the schoolyear, come senior year, they have become acquainted once again, as friends.
Inshort, teenage Iggy was selfish when it came to the subject of cookery and itcost him his first relationship.Gladio brings his date home: HisS/O sister Iris play with his hair and attempt to style it intopigtails/buns.13 year old Gladiolus Amicitia was a bit of an outsider – dark tall,handsome and mysterious, although he didn’t have many friends at school, he wasa hit with the ladies. The most popular girl in his school year pursued himfrom the moment they first set eyes upon each other in English! Occasionally,the pair would skip Eos history class to hang out at the back of the school’sart block – there was a good hiding spot for optimum privacy! Gladio: ‘How about you stop over at myplace Friday after English?’S/O: ‘Ohh, forward! Won’t your family bearound?’Gladio: ‘My Dad’s always away for workbut our housekeeper will be in for babysitting duties…. and uh….Iris is nobother! C’mon, whaddya say, she really wants to meet you!’S/O: ‘Sure, sure, cool, let’s do it!’Gladio: ‘Oh and we are having cup noodles for dinner.’Gladio’s S/O winks.Friday arrives and classes finish earlier than usual – an excited Gladio meetshis S/O outside the school gates and they walk back to his home. She wasastounding at the size of his house – it was a huge bottom floor apartment.Gladio’s S/O nervously stepped into the premises and was greeted by anexcitable young Iris.Gladio: ‘Why don’t you two wait in theliving room whilst I make some drinks. Ebony for my sweetheart and fizzylemonade for the sis right?’Gladio’s girlfriend was hella nervous to be left alone with an excitablechild and was hoping her evening wouldn’t be spent babysitting but wanted tomake a good impression.Iris started playing with Gladio’s girlfriend’s hair, making plaits – she waspretty good for a child.Gladio smiled to himself whilst finishing the drinks – heentered an empty living room a little worried shouting for Iris.Several stomps were heard in Iris’s bedroom– Gladio rolled his eyes and turnedaround to see Iris and his girlfriend running out the room in a dramaticfashion.Iris had 2 boxes filled to the brim with Moogle hair bobblesand various headwear accessories.Gladio: ‘Awh, time fordress up sis? Think you can make my sweetheart any more beautiful?’Gladio’s S/O blushed before running over to him, grabbinghold of his thick dark chocolate brown hair and Iris rushing to aid her instyling his hair, ‘pretty princess’ style. Gladio made no attempt to flee, he was delighted to see hislittle sister and girlfriend bonding.Gladio allowed one plait before turning it all around,requesting that he and Iris style his S/O’s hair to make her feel special andpampered.Okay so his S/O would not have imagined such an event butnonetheless, to see how he played with his sister was darn right adorable – he obviouslyknew how to treat the ladies in his life, ultimately reflecting what partner hewould be long term.S/O enjoyed the pampering – she was pleased the attentionwas on her. Eventually, Gladio and his S/O styled Iris’s hair in braids. The housekeeper arrived at 5:30pm, allowing Gladio and hisgirlfriend to finally enjoy their evening alone, complete with Gladio’s customordered cup noodles he bought in bulk to see him through the week. Thanks for your request. I was having troubles in regards to the bullet points for headcanons as I had typed this up on Word and pasted it here! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!XMyDaysInMilanX
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