#I’m poking fun at joker

[deadsetobsessions]

What’s in a cape, but the hopes and dreams of the one who bears it?

What’s in a cape, but shelter and warmth for those that receive its protection?

What’s in a hero suit, but a person that’s determined to die in it?

——

Long before Danny Phantom died in his hazmat suit, Bruce Wayne donned his cowl to dive between Gotham and the bullets with faces engraved on them. His cape began to signify fear, for those that harmed Gotham knowingly. But for the rest, it became a sign of protection, of promised vengeance against the crime committed.

And for a select few, the cape was a shelter during cold and rainy patrols. For Tim Drake, the third Robin, it was a warmth he’d never experience past those moments.

When Danny Fenton became Danny Phantom, he’d had wanted to have a cape like the crusader.

Danny wasn’t sure if he wanted to shelter or be sheltered.

But eventually, as things escalated and Danny found himself with less time for normal, personal things, that wish shuddered to an ember. After all, Danny had learned that he doesn’t get the luxury of protection. Not anymore. Which meant he had to be the one doing the protecting. A thousand miles away, as Danny came to terms with it on a clear Amity night, Robin was huddled beneath Batman’s cape to shelter from the pelting rain that came often with Gotham’s gloom.

When Danny got pulled along, invisible and attached to Robin’s side as the vigilante got thrown into a prison, he witnessed Robin talk to his evil older Batman self.

He’s visible again before he knew it, startling the two versions of Robins. Ice slammed into the Robin that became Batman as memories rung through Danny’s head. Where Robin was, stood himself. Where the Evil Robin Batman laid on the floor, covered in glowing ice, was Dan.

Danny died, and became a hero. He just had the unfortunate luck to live to see himself become the villain.

He would never allow Robin to go through it alone, not when Danny had his family and friends to fall back on. Robin, in this cage, ripped away from his team and in the midst of an argument with Batman, was painfully so.

“I’m Phantom.” Danny introduced himself. “Looked like you were in a bit of a spot. I’m sorry for butting in, if you wanted to take care of him yourself.”

“Robin.” Robin was wary. That’s okay. “How are you here?”

“That one’s on you, actually.” Danny glanced around. “Let’s get out of here before edgy future you wakes up. The ice won’t melt, and it’ll be hard to break, but I honestly don’t want to stick around for him to wake up.”

“Can you move him?” Robin eyed their cell contemplatively.

“Sure.”

——

“That seemed personal, earlier.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. Had the displeasure of meeting an alternate evil version of myself that lost everyone I loved. Kind of hit a sore spot there.”

“…right.”

“No worries, you’re good. My friends and family promised to stay away from explosive sauce.”

“That’s good. So… where do you live?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Danny somersaulted in space next to Robin’s jerryrigged space ship. “Anyways, we’re friends now, so I’ll make sure you don’t live to see yourself become a villain.”

“See, that sounded like a threat.”

“It’s not! I don’t kill! And besides, if you were dead, you’d probably be a ghost, and you’d kick my ass for killing you!”

“Are you implying you’re dead?”

“Not an implication. I’m dead. Kind of. Half. I’m still breathing even if I kind of don’t need to. So, where are your friends?”

Danny will be damned before he let his new friends die in their suits, even if they make the job incredibly hard for him. After all, there’s only room for one dead hero on the team, and that’s him.

#dc x dp crossover #young justice #Tim Drake #I made myself sad #danny phantom #bruce wayne #danny fenton #nasty burger and their explosive sauce #new business idea: jokerized fries and the explosive sauce #I’m poking fun at joker #and Jason #kind of

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Futaba Sakura and Makoto niijima (separate) with a delinquent boyfriend that they find out is actually extremely smart like a futaba level genius but they cover it up and intentionally get average or bad grades. The reason is that in the past they were made fun of and an outcast throughout their life because of how smart they are.

I would like you to consider this your Christmas Gift from me to you my friend, I've been working on this for a while to get the style just right.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

You and Futaba ran into each other through the most random of chances.

On a day she came into LeBlanc a tad later than usual, the bell rang as you stepped in, knuckles skint up, and wiping blood from your nose.

Sojiro, of course, gave you flack about how beat up you were.

You in turn teased him about his habit of adopting whatever downtrodden kids walked through his door.

Meanwhile, Futaba was wondering who in the world you were, and debating if this was the opportunity to try and put into practice what her and Joker were working on.

Then Sojiro asked her to grab the first aid kit under the bar.

And Futaba decided to at the very least try.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“H-here you go!” Futaba stuttered as she gave Sojiro the small white case from under the bar.

“Thanks Futaba.” Sojiro said with a smile as he went to open the box before clicking his tongue.

“Damn, I knew I should’ve checked this when I went to grab some things for the shop.” Sojiro muttered.

“Hey, Futaba, do you mind keeping an eye on this jackass?” Sojiro asked, giving you the side eye as he spoke.

“S-sure I can, Sojiro!” Futaba responded.

This was her chance… to talk to another person!

“Thanks, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to. This guy however has a bad habit of running off to galavant, kinda like that other guy in a way.” Sojiro groaned as he turned to grab his hat from off the hanger.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Futaba fidgeted nervously on the stool as she looked at you.

“How the hell am I supposed to do this!” Futaba screamed in her head before her eyes locked onto your jacket’s pocket.

A featherman pin…

Futaba could work with this!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

After that, the two of you hit it off quickly.

As it turns out, tv makes great conversation starters.

As it also turns out, you were a lot sharper than Futaba gave you credit for.

Almost as sharp as her if not just as.

It makes her wonder what you're doing as a delinquent…

Eh, who cares.

…

…

Okay, Futaba cared.

Especially when she told Sojiro how she felt after you left.

Because that's when Sojiro started teasing her about having her first crush.

And after the allotted period of denying and panicking over it, Futaba was forced to admit.

She did, in fact, have a crush.

On someone who liked the same things she did.

She applauded herself for having such good taste.

So, after a lot of prodding and poking from Joker and Sojiro, she managed to gather up the courage to ask to have dinner with you at LeBlanc.

It snowballed from there.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Hey… if you don’t mind me asking, why are ya a delinquent?” Futaba asked as she kicked her legs in the air while reading Manga.

“I’m not a delinquent, I’m a-” You began before saying in union with Futaba.

“Alternative School Security!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I don’t think most security guards would beat the heck out of anyone who tried to bully others. Probably.” Futaba stated.

“Well, it's a boring story, not something that will keep you entertained.” You said as you leaned back in your chair.

“Try me, mister delinquent~!” Futaba teased.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Within the next few minutes, Futaba Sakura was ready to absolutely murder a lot of people.

Why would they do that?

Why?

That's just cruel!

Futaba knew what the Phantom Thieves' next mission in Mementos would be!

Oh she was gonna absolutely throttle those shadows!

You made an impression on Makoto when the two of you first met.

More specifically, you made an impression on some guy's face.

Several guys in fact.

You see, when the two of you met.

Makoto Nijimia, was being mugged.

Then you, the local delinquent stepped in.

And seeing as this was your turf…

You doled out some… fitting punishment for those trespassers.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Makoto prepared to step in as the first and leader of the men charged you.

She may not be in the metaverse, but she still does know how to fight.

However, Makoto learned quickly that you did not need any help from her when you dodged the first punch and countered by hitting him with an uppercut to the chin that sent him stumbling back and then another punch to the nose which knocked him out cold.

Needless to say, the two minions of that man ran off immediately after.

Or they attempted to, as it turns out being clotheslined and having a bent metal pipe tossed at someone tends to stop the person on the receiving end of that in their tracks.

You were content to leave it at that.

Unfortunately, a pretty lady with short hair and who was also a stickler for rules decided otherwise.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“So then, get mugged around here often?” You asked the young woman next to you.

“I am SO sorry about this…” Makoto groaned as she put her face in her hands.

“Oh don’t worry, I just love spending my nights in handcuffs!” You stated sarcastically as you raised your hands from the table, or as far as you could with your hands cuffed to it.

As it turns out, a known delinquent walking into the Police Station with three unconscious guys and an innocent young woman tends to send the wrong message.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

And that's how you and Makoto Niijima met.

Needless to say, you and Makoto were attached at the hip after that.

Then one thing led to another and then the two of you just…

Started dating. 

It wasn’t really anything big, it just… happened.

Then Makoto noticed something.

All of your schoolwork was…

Exceedingly average…

Everything was actually perfectly average…

To the exact point…

This warrants a call to a friend.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Hey, Futaba, can you check something for me?” Makoto asked Futaba over the phone.

“Sure ya can Queenie! Is this about your new beau?” Futaba teased.

“H-how did you- *Sigh* Yes, it is. I need you to check his grades, his all time grades.” Makoto told her friend with a sigh.

Futaba was silent on the other side of the line for a moment.

Then Makoto heard Futaba let out a whistle.

“Wow! This guy is good! Really, really, really, good!” Futaba exclaimed excitedly.

“Wha-” Makoto tried to speak before being cut off by Futaba.

“Aces in everything, on every assignment, every test, in every subject, and I mean everything, and a spotless record to boot! At least until… last year. Then it's all perfectly average work, and constant write ups about getting into the middle of fights and punching bullies out.” Futaba told Makoto, the clacking of a keyboard coming through the speaker of her phone.

“Looking at this guy’s record… Makoto, be sure to avoid telling him what your after school job is, yeah? I don’t doubt the shift manager would want the help, but Mona probably wouldn’t be all that happy with a new guy to drive around.” Futaba told Makoto, warning her about the way you might react to the Metaverse if exposed to it.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Shortly following this conversation, Makoto asked you about your grades.

You dodged the questions as best as you could, but Makoto, your wonderful girlfriend, continued to press the question.

It took her a little while, but you did answer.

You told her about how, once upon a time, you were the top of your class, unparalleled in basically anything you learned, constantly earning the highest possible grades with ease and even used as a shining example of what a good student should be.

But then, at the beginning of the last school year, the perception around you turned sour due to envy.

A group of bullies started harassing you and, no matter what you said or tried, the school did nothing.

So, you dropped out of the spotlight, avoided the reputation you had and managed to transfer schools.

After that, you gained a new reputation for completely average work and stopping bullies that the school would refuse to do anything about.

The rest, as they say, is history.

In response to this, Makoto asked only for the names of the bullies and the teachers.

By this point you already figured out what Makoto’s “After School Job” was.

But that doesn’t mean you didn’t give her the names without any lip.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The following day, you received a series of calls and texts.

All of them being apologies.

All of them from the people who bullied you.

#futaba sakura #futaba x reader #futaba sakura x reader #makoto nijima x reader #makoto niijima #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader

[arabian-batboy]

I have already complained a fair amount about how DC’s insisting on portraying Damian as a mini-Bruce is racist/xenophobic and is the reason why most people aren’t aware that Damian isn’t even American, but to double on that, it really sucks because there’s so many missed opportunities to poke fun of how Damian hasn’t stepped foot in Gotham City (or maybe even the US) before his first appearance.

We could have had him being the new kid™ that ask things like “I’m assuming the lady wearing leaves and vines is Poison Ivy?” “Wait....that giant crocodile is actually a human??” “soooooooo, anyone wants to tell me what happened to the left side of Two-Face’s face?” “I’m so confused, so THE JOKER wear purple suits with green details and THE RIDDLER wear green suits with purple details, did I get it right?” ”why is he called the Penguin? There’s nothing penguin-y about him?” “MR. FREEZE HAS A FROZEN WIFE!?” while making everyone around him sigh, because they’re tired of explaining everything about Gotham to the newbie.

#but alas his father is Batman so HAS to know everything about Gotham City even tho it's even his city #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #Batfamily

[sparkles-oflight]

All love letters are ridiculous

Hi, I had a test today, as compensation you get a small BoKris fanfic. This is pre-relationship, pre-joker out. Kris is still a confused bisexual teen, give the guy a break.

Set in 2016's valentine's.

Synopsis:

"Love letters, if there’s love, Must be Ridiculous. But in fact Only those who’ve never written Love letters Are Ridiculous." - Fernando Pessoa

Kris is tired of Bojan being all over his girlfriend in front of him all the time, and decides to pulls a prank on him.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Ema and Ivana are fictional names

Bojan had a new girlfriend. Her name was Ivana, he was all over her. Kris thought it was sickening how frequently they’d exchange saliva in front of him. They knew his girlfriend was from another town and he rarely got to see her - way to eat in front of the poor.

He was so tired, and Valentine’s was around the corner... So, Kris came up with a plan. It was simple: Give Bojan a love letter, as a secret admirer, and see him have a small fight with Ivana. Then Kris would jump in, admit it was him all along, and then lecture them both on how unfair it was for them to act like this next to him.

- That’s stupid. – Jan said after Kris explained his plan.

- Why?

- Why don’t you write a love letter to Ema and leave those two alone? Isn’t Valetine’s on Sunday? Can’t she come here?

- She’ll be out of the country this weekend.

- Well, then act like a normal person and just worry about the next time you two are together and make it special.

- Jan, I can do both. It’s called multitasking. – Kris raised his eyebrows.

- I thought that was called Bisexuality. – Jan retaliated.

- Jan, I’m not gay.

Jan sighed and after a moment of silence, he proceeded to talk again.

- There’s no way that’s going to turn out well.

- You don’t trust your best friend?

Jan was lying on Kris’ bed and fidgeting with a basketball he brought earlier for them to play. He wondered if he should stop Kris from going further, but at the same time, it sounded fun...

- Well. What are you going to write? – he asked.

- I’m not sure yet. – Kris caught the ball Jan threw at him - That’s why I wanted your help.

- Nope, dude. I’m not getting my hands dirty for some dude I don’t even know, but you have a crush on.

- I don’t have a crush on Bojan of all people. – he threw back the ball at Jan who caught it – Ridiculous.

- You bad mouth that boy so much people might actually think he’s actually your boyfriend.

Kris sighed.

- What are you doing this year for Valentine’s? – Kris turned the tables.

- Nothing much. I’d need a partner for that.

- I don’t know how you have no girls after you. If I were a girl, I would.

- Again Kris. – he tossed the ball at him – That’s bisexuality.

- Oh, shut up. Let’s just play.

They spent the whole afternoon playing basketball and games. At night, Jan spent the night at Kris’ house and before they both fell asleep, he said:

- Talk about how you feel next to each other. Talk about what you want to do when you are near each other.

Kris was surprised by those words and shook Jan’s shoulder, demanding more.

- Hey, what do you mean? Jan. Jan. Jan don’t just drift off into sleep. Help me out!

Kris poked Jan until he was too tired to keep it going. “Ridiculous”, he muttered.

On Monday, he saw Bojan in the corridors and asked him what he was doing that afternoon. “Band practice”, the smaller replied to which Kris asked if he could watch. Bojan agreed.

It’s not the first time Kris has gone to an Apokalipsa rehearsal, but he never did to observe Bojan. It was ridiculous.

- We are actually working on a new song. – Bojan quietly said to Kris, almost as if he whispered when both of them were walking to the rehearsal space (Martin’s garage).

- Really? – Kris frowned – What is it about?

- Well, it’s about Ivana.

Kris bit his lip. Of course it is.

- It’s called Kot Srce, Ki Kri Poganja.

- Too long. Shitty name.

- Oh, shut up!

When they both arrived, Kris sat down and observed the guys, especially the nerve-wracking Bojan. He wanted everything to go well because he was planning on “gifting the song” to Ivana on Valentine’s.

Kris was suddenly reminded of how they met, and the first time he ever went to an Apokalipsa concert. It felt... magical. It altered his perception of music so much that he wished he could be a part of that world.

And what if... No, that’s ridiculous. He would never be in a band with Bojan. Why would Bojan want to be with a guitar newbie like him?

- That was a great practice session, guys. – Kris smiled – I have to head home now.

- Sure, just tell me you didn’t write down the lyrics. – Bojan pointed to the paper Kris was holding.

- Oh this? Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with your lyrics. It’s just... my ramblings. That’s all.

When Kris got home, he wrote the best love letter a 16-year-old like him could. Cheesy, but the point was to annoy Ivana, right? So, this would do the trick.

“Hey, I might have seen you walk around, I might have seen you shine on stage. Every time our eyes met, the world froze, like a Polaroid photo my eyes took. Every time we feel lonely, we look for comfort in each other’s touch. And I want to tangle my fingers around yours, And I want to make these feelings ours Because “Like a heart that pumps blood, I give you dreams” Lines you wrote, I know Because, every day, they make these feelings grow Signed, Krisko”

- Was it not supposed to be anonymous? – Jan asked after reading the awfully cringe letter.

- Eh, that’s just the draft.

- I was expecting you’d write a “Mister Kris Cvjetićanin”.

- Okay, you are uninvited from my house.

- You and I both know that’s not true. Your mom loves me more than she loves you.

Kris shrugged. Jan started reading the letter out loud.

- “And I want to tangle my fingers around yours,” – he declared – “And I want to make these feelings ours”-

Kris threw a pillow at him.

- I hate you.

The day before Valentine’s, Bojan asked Kris if he could drop by. Kris accepted it and Bojan showed up to his house with a guitar in hand.

- Kris, let me serenate you.

- What the fuck, dude. No.

Bojan didn’t care. He entered his house, made his way to Kris’ bedroom, and sat next to him on his bed.

- I need everything to be perfect, Kris. And I’m sorry I’m using you as my lab rat. With Martin is awkward to do this, and you... I don’t know why, but right now I trust you for this. – he sighed – Can I?

Kris didn’t say anything, instead, he gestured for Bojan to begin.

Bojan sang with the same passion as usual, and Kris couldn’t help but hear his heart going fast as he got to hear Bojan singing to him and only him. It felt like the first time he heard Bojan play at a concert and all the songs sounded dedicated to him. Bojan sure knew how to make anyone feel special when he sang.

- I... You got this, Bojan.

- Thank you, Krisko. – the singer sighed with relief.

Bojan spent the night at the Guštin’s household – even though Miha wondered why every friend of Kris was spending one night there that week; Chantal replied with something about Valentine’s, Miha can’t remember it fully though, but he liked having Bojan around.

And while everyone was asleep, Kris hid the letter he had written inside his old guitar.

“Ridiculous”, he thought.

But even more ridiculous were those who never wrote love letters.

♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩

Afternote: I have one more short story planned and a three-chapter story planned that ties in all loose ends of the overall story (I already have chapter one ready).

Then... SAILOR MOON AU. Which will be a very short and fast-paced story because my life is too busy atm and I'm already making up so much lore for the story to work 💀

Anyways...

MASTER POST | Recommended next: Maybe like a heart that pumps blood (AO3 only) | Romeo and Juliet

#joker out #joker out fanfic #bokris #joker out kris #joker out bojan #joker out jan #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #kris gustin #kris guštin #writings

[promptthebear]

Hi sorry, I don’t rlly know how to request but I hope this makes a bit sense > _ < 👍

🧺Arthur Fleck Joker - Something about Easter, what they would do and would they do hide and seek? Idk surprise us! :3 🙌

Happy Easter too! ✨ 🪺

💐Celebrating Easter with Arthur Fleck 💐

CW: Child abuse, parental neglect, food insecurity.

First off, I can’t imagine that Arthur really celebrated a lot of holidays growing up.

He probably had the typical crafts and class parties at school, which he enjoyed very much, but what would happen at home was kind of a toss up.

If Penny was lucid, and they had the money, I can see her being the type to go all out. Most food bank programs offer special meals or food related to those meals around the holidays. Penny would absolutely take full advantage of that, and do either a turkey or ham dinner with all the fixings.

Arthur remembers these moments fondly, sitting on the couch with a full belly and maybe watching a church service or something on TV while he and his Mom decorate eggs. Having food for days after between the dinner leftovers and the eggs, which for Arthur meant eating like a king at least for awhile.

However, if Penny was having an episode or worse if they were staying with one of her so called “boyfriends?”

Well, in those cases Arthur was lucky if the day passed without ceremony like any other.

Depending on the conditions of their place, Easter could mean he got one less beating on account of the holiday and the closest thing he’d get to dinner was dry crackers and a juice box that he managed to scrounge up from the cupboards, if that.

Arthur doesn’t like thinking about those times too much. It’s just another reminder of all the happiness he missed out on and is desperately trying to bring back into his life.

After meeting and having a relationship with you, he’d probably mention all of this at one point or another when the holidays start coming around.

Even if he’s still living with Penny, or if you have your own place, you’d probably go all out to compensate for his childhood.

You’d probably go as far as to plan an itinerary and a menu, which both confuses and delights Arthur.

Him??? You’re really doing all this for him??? But it’s too much trouble, too much work, at least let him help with the-

Shush baby boy, just relax and let your partner spoil you.

First on the agenda? Special Easter breakfast.

Whether you stay over from Saturday or come early Sunday morning, Arthur is woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon.

As far as I’m concerned, Easter breakfast is almost as important as Christmas. Especially if you come from a Catholic family and were fasting for lent like mine did sometimes.

Arthur isn’t even off of his sofa bed before you’re putting a heaping plate in his lap.

For a moment, he’d be too stunned to speak. You’d really outdone yourself.

First off, there’s a whole pile of bacon, still steaming hot and cooked to a crisp just how he likes.

“You eat every bite of that, or else.”

It’s not a real threat because you give him a gentle poke in the ribs when you say it. Arthur knows you’re doing it because you care and want him to have a decent meal for once.

Next are the pancakes. Oh my god, the pancakes.

These aren’t your garden variety, maple syrup and butter kind of pancakes.

Like yes, you’ve included those things, but also you’ve gone the extra mile and added in fresh fruit and chocolate chips and even tried to make some into fun shapes.

There’s an “A” shaped one, as well as a bunny with a blueberry eyes and a strawberry nose, and best of all, a clown with banana slice and chocolate chip eyes, a raspberry nose, jam mouth and whipped cream hair.

They’re so pretty Arthur almost doesn’t want to eat them, but does in the end because he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t appreciate it.

Of course, know you’re getting a kiss between each and every bite.

It’s while he’s eating that Arthur also notices the colourful eggs that are stashed around the apartment. He’d look over at you, eyes sparkling with delight and give you a big grin.

“Are we gonna do an egg hunt???”

He can’t remember the last time he’s done an egg hunt, if ever. Even on the good Easters, usually all they did was dye some eggs to eat later since Penny was usually too sick or didn’t have the extra money to commit to an egg hunt.

You’d smile back, and lean down to give Arthur a kiss on the forehead. “Mmm-hmmm, though don’t get too excited. There’s no chocolate in these ones but they’ll lead you to your next surprise”

It’s all Arthur can to do wolf down the last off his food before he’s off like a shot, tearing around the apartment like he’s setting an Olympic record for egg finding.

You love seeing him like this and the way the childlike wonder takes years off his expression and posture. This is Arthur at his most authentic and you want to cherish every second.

You tried to be as creative as possible when hiding the eggs, even in such a small place. There’s six of them in total and Arthur finds them all in about twenty minutes.

Like you said, the eggs don’t contain chocolate but instead are plastic shells that pop open with something inside.

Arthur would spread the contents out on the coffee table and discover that it’s basically a picture puzzle with the pieces cut into horizontal strips.

Immediately, he’s all business. He’d hunch over the coffee table and light a cigarette, his expression one of intense focus.

When you try to help or give him hints, he waves you off, determined to solve this by himself and make the most of your hard work.

So of course, you oblige him. If you’re in the apartment he shares with Penny you’d probably check in on her and make sure she has something to eat, explaining that you and Arthur will be going out for the day.

If it’s a place you and Arthur share by yourselves, then you’d start cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen while he works at the puzzle.

For once the two of you have the chance to bask in peaceful, domestic silence. While you’re excited to do all the activities you planned with Arthur, you know this is what the holidays are really about. Having these quiet moments together where you can just take it slow and not worry about what’s coming next or where you need to be.

You’d just be putting the last of the dishes away when there’s an excited cry from the living room.

You’d poke your head in through the kitchen door to find Arthur, grinning triumphantly around his cigarette with the completed puzzle on the coffee table.

The picture it makes is of Gotham Central Park, specifically the front entrance.

You’d come over to Arthur and lean down to give him another kiss on the forehead.

“Good job babe, you did that so fast! How’d I get lucky enough to get someone who’s handsome and smart?”

Arthur would sit on the couch for a moment, eyes closed and basking in the praise like a cat in a sunbeam.

When he opens his eyes a few seconds later, he’d stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and ask “Are we going right now?”

The way he says it is like a kid asking about Disney world, a little breathless and like he can’t quite bring himself to believe it.

That breaks your heart a little, in spite of the glow in the pit of your stomach.

It’s just a trip to the park. You’ve done it a million times or more with your family over the years, but once again this gives you a glimpse of the kind of life Arthur has had until you came along. Things haven’t been easy for him, and so he takes nothing good for granted, no matter how small.

You’d smile at Arthur and reach down to caress the side of his face with your hand

“Yeah, if you get ready in the next fifteen minutes we could probably make the 9:30 train”

Arthur would all but leap off the couch, grinning wide and with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Before you can react, he’s scooped you up into a massive bear hug that lifts your feet clean off the floor.

He’s squeezing you so tight it hurts a little, but you don’t mind. You squeeze back just as hard.

“Thank you so much for doing this” he’d murmur in your ear “I love you so much”

He’d punctuate that statement with a long, deep kiss where he almost leans you into a dip. He’d taste like smoke with a hint of maple syrup, which makes the warmth in your gut blossom and spread in a pleasant tingle across your body.

When the kiss breaks off you’re flushed, panting and unable to say anything more than a half mumbled “you’re welcome”

#arthur fleck x reader #Arthur Fleck x you #Arthur Fleck #The Joker 2019 #easter askbox event #A week after Easter is still soonish enough for this right? #Also sorry it's so short I would've done more but the new Tumblr character post limit made that impossible

[gamequeenanya]

Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

…

It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

#fnaf tickling #the collab fic #I hope you all enjoy #fnaf tickles #the fic with your ocs in it #and a special present for Pocket as well! #hope you all love it! #my writing

[0pin0n-custard]

Harley Quinn Season 3 Episode 2 and DC’s Refusal to Address Harm

**TW Discussion of Sexual Assault, Victim Blaming, Mental Health Issues, and Suicide**

Please note that I am writing this as a survivor of rape, and as someone who suffers from PTSD and dissociation

Hearing that Nightwing was making an appearing in Harley Quinn really got me excited. I wanted to see how they’d depict him and what they’d do with his character.

Overall, my feelings are mixed. And it’s all because of one line.

Yep. The “I let Vigilante kill Blockbuster” line that had “I let Tarantula kill Blockbuster” in the closed captions.

I could get on my soapbox for hours about Nightwing 93 and its absolutely abhorrent handling of rape. Devin Grayson did a fucking horrible job, and her victim blaming commentary did nothing to help her cause. She’s since addressed this, but I personally can’t bring myself to forgive her for the genuine harm she caused.

As an aside, please don’t go harass her. That isn’t ok. You don’t have to like her; just don’t harass her.

Back on topic, DC handled Nightwing’s rape by pretending that it never happened. Nightwing 93 isn’t in print and the assault was never addressed in the comics again.

So you can imagine my genuine shock when the I was watching Harley Quinn (with subtitles on because auditory processing is a bitch) and I heard/saw that line drop.

I want to make one thing very clear. I’m not opposed to DC acknowledging its fuck-ups. They made Dick’s rape canon, so it’s better to address it and handle it in a proper, respectful manner than to just shove it away and hope no one remembers.

But the way that it was handled in the show frustrated me for two reasons.

1. The lack of acknowledgment (again)

Yep. DC really fucked up in that regard. No surprise there.

The people behind Harley Quinn all collectively decided that mentioning Nightwing 93 was a good idea.

And I agree! Harley Quinn has plenty of moments where they address serious subject matter (like… ya know.. how the Joker treated Harley.) They managed to pull that off in a way that kept the humor, set the stage for the show, but also remained respectful towards survivors of domestic violence. It’s a perfect platform for the long-ignored assault to be processed.

But then they pulled a Devin Grayson (although to a significantly less harmful degree) by simply not acknowledging it.

Dick wasn’t upset because of what Tarantula did. He was upset that he let Blockbuster die. Just like in the comics.

And to make matters worse, somewhere along the line, someone had the bright idea that “hey maybe we shouldn’t mention Tarantula because of what happened.” And the voice line got changed to “Vigilante.”

This doesn’t work for a variety of reasons. Nightwing 93 is infamous in the fandom. You mention Blockbuster’s death, and fans are gonna know exactly what event is being referred to. You can’t just bring it up and change the name around. We all know what happened, and, to me, it feels like the show erased Nightwing’s trauma (again.)

Not to mention, the subtitle wasn’t changed. So… that was kinda a dead giveaway.

Either the creators realized midway through development that mentioning Tarantula would be a bit ~controversial~, had Nightwing’s VA do a quick redo, and then forgot to change the CC, or the DC higher ups weren’t too happy that Tarantula was brought up, told the Harley Quinn team to change it, and they did but also kept the CC the same. Idk which.

Not to mention, the fact that it was changed somewhere along the line means that DC recognized that Dick had been raped in Nightwing 93, and made the deliberate decision to silence him once again.

Either way, DC fucked up the soup by sticking their toe in it, then trying to pretend like they didn’t.

2. Dick Grayson’s Characterization

Harley Quinn is a dark comedy. It pokes fun at its cast all the time. Dick being dramatic and trying too hard to be like Batman is a really funny concept; I like how the show ran with it. Dick being overly confident and fucking up the chess? Honestly, pretty damn hilarious and a good in-character caricature.

It’s his subsequent breakdown that I take issue with.

Because despite someone’s best efforts, Tarantula was mentioned. And as I said before, almost every DC fan knows what Tarantula did to Nightwing.

The moment that the Blockbuster incident was brought up, Harley Quinn’s version of Nightwing became a survivor of sexual assault. You can’t separate the two incidents; trust me- DC has tried.

And so, Dick’s breakdown in the escape room gained a new, darker context. Dick’s emotional instability wasn’t just due to his allowance for Blockbuster’s death; it was also because he’d recently been raped.

Dick’s suicidal behavior wasn’t just him being overly-dramatic. And that scene became significantly less humorous with the added context of Nightwing 93.

The resolution felt really half-baked as well. Even putting the rape aside, Dick was still really traumatized by what happened with Blockbuster. His fear over his family’s reactions wasn’t addressed. The ending felt rushed and, to a degree, unsatisfactory.

I know that some of you might be saying that I’m looking too deep into this, and that it’s just a TV show. But to me, it’s not.

I have wanted DC to actually address Nightwing 93 for years. Dick Grayson has been the victim of several instances of abuse, assault, and rape. The character has endured so much trauma, and yet DC ignores it; they allowed it to happen, but they refuse to give him the time of day to actually address it.

I can’t tell you how many comments I’ve seen made by fanboys about how “lucky” Nightwing was for being raped by Tarantula and Mirage. About how his relationship with Liu wasn’t statutory rape. Etc. etc.

It’s fucking disgusting, and DC is partially to blame. By continuously making Nightwing the victim of sexual assault, and then never addressing it as such, they are sending out a very harmful message.

By never acknowledging the trauma, they’re implying that it wasn’t trauma. By ignoring the rape, they’re leaving the door open for assholes to say that it wasn’t rape to begin with.

This has real world consequences.

Male survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse, rape, etc. are constantly invalidated and ignored by society. (Non-male victims are ignored and invalidated as well; I’m just specifically discussing male victims right now.)

Boys are called lucky if their female teacher rapes them. Men are called weak if a woman rapes them. Men are emasculated if another man rapes them.

Even “safe” spaces aren’t safe for them. Most survivor resources use female-only language, thus making many men and gender non-conforming people feel unwelcome. I’ve experienced this IRL.

By never addressing the harm they caused, DC has allowed Dick Grayson to become a symbol of a silenced victim, never allowed to share his story or process his trauma.

But despite all of that, many survivors, myself included, have found comfort in Dick Grayson.

*just a warning for some trauma dumping from my own life, but it’s relevant to the topic at hand i promise*

In 2020, I moved to a new state (I live in the U.S.) I was all alone; my entire support system was over 500 miles away. Only a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment, I was sexually assaulted only a block away.

When I called my mom, she blamed me and took the time to shame me for being on testosterone. My (now ex) boyfriend blamed me and refused to visit me. My friends were only able to offer surface-level support. I was completely alone.

When I say that Nightwing saved my life, I genuinely mean it. For years by that point I’d been processing my trauma and life in general through the lenses of media and fanfiction. Reading fanfictions that actually addressed and expanded upon Nightwing 93 became my primary coping skill. I can’t thank the fanfic authors enough tbh. I projected myself onto Dick Grayson. I, a man who survived sexual assault and dissociation only to be invalidated, saw myself in that fictional character. He was more a hero in my eyes than ever before. Nightwing got me through that shit. Fanfictions that actually addressed and handled Nightwing’s trauma got me through that shit. Was that entirely healthy? No. But I didn’t have many options at that point. They kept me alive. That’s all that matters.

*ok trauma dumping is over sorry about that.*

I wish Harley Quinn had been different. I wish that the show had been the one to finally give Dick a voice in DC. I wish that it hadn’t censored out Tarantula’s name. I wish it had handled it like it handled Harley’s trauma. I wish it had given me and other survivors representation.

I wish that it hadn’t subsequently turned Dick into a suicide joke.

Approximately 33% of women who are victims of sexual assault contemplate suicide. 13% of them attempt it.

I’d give you a statistic based on male victims or a non-gendered sample, but such a study hasn’t been published. (At least, not based on 20 minutes of searching both google and academic articles.)

I understand and fully embrace that Harley Quinn is a dark comedy. It makes dark jokes, and a lot of them get a laugh out of me. But given the context of.. everything, that scene just felt in poor taste. Especially since his suicidal behavior wasn’t addressed again.

Thankfully, Harley Quinn isn’t over yet. I’m really hoping that DC will actually explore Dick’s trauma and give him a respectful, kind, long-overdue resolution to Nightwing 93.

But based on DC’s past and current behavior, I’m not getting my hopes up.

And please know, this whole rant is not me saying that Harley Quinn is a bad show or that the creative team is like Devin Grayson or that they need to be cancelled or anything like that. Not at all. I’m still going to continue watching and enjoying the show. I think it’s really good, and I love what it’s doing for Gotham characters. I blame the DC higher-ups wayyyyy more than I would ever blame the Harley Quinn team.

I just wanted to put my thoughts and frustrations out into the universe, because I’m very tired of survivors (regardless of gender) being silenced, ignored, and mocked.

#tw rap3 #tw sui ideation #tw sui implied #dc comics #dc #harley quinn #batfamily #batfam #gotham #poison ivy #dick grayson #batman #bruce wayne #nightwing #nightwing 93 #dc i will never forgive you #devin grayson #i hate her so much

[gothamsfinestdummy]

Okay yeah it’s about time I did this.

Alan Davis/Paul Neary Joker Appreciation Post, Bay Bay

Let’s all take a moment to just sit and look at this. No, really. Sit down.

Look.

This design embodies literally everything. His flamboyancy, theatrical mannerisms, his over-the-top attitude, his… uh… beauty?

(Short little spew right here in regards to Joker’s attractiveness or looks in general: honestly my view on Joker is that he has chemical burns but also applies makeup for numerous reasons, a couple examples being that he just likes it, makeup is empowering for him because he wants to take his skin condition, which absolutely had to have left him with chronic pain and constant reminders that he stands out and looks different from the average person, and uses it with the combination of makeup to his advantage for coping, his aesthetic tastes, and persona. I’m pretty sure I could have worded that better, lol)

ANYWAYS. Continuing with my rant about this Joker and his design’s perfectly embodied aspects.

I love his pencil body; you could shake him and he would sound like a damn Minecraft skeleton. You could blow on him and he would fly away 10 blocks like a Gmod rag doll. You could poke him and he would crumble like a saltine cracker.

His EYES. His LASHES. His HAIR. GOD. HIS CLOTHES.

I am very normal about his design.

This Joker is also ✨very funny✨

I love how this goober is constantly coughing his lungs up laughing, his head is gonna friggin explode. It’s contagious, my god. I love how he throws his arms over his head, you can tell he’s having a great time. Every single page he is on I was smiling like an idiot and giggling like a loser because he was so fun and chaotic and just FULL of energy. THE GIANT-BUCKET-AT-THOSE-WATER-PARKS FULL OF CHARISMA IS THERE.

I love him.

Okay let’s also sit down and pretend we are making eye contact here. What people find intimidating varies from person to person, but this Joker did a great job at unnerving me. And dammit, I think it’s the eyes. I’m gonna show this panel again:

His face kinda shivers me timbers. Maybe it’s the eyes?? The mouth (his lips be glistening)??

This panel didn’t exactly unsettle me I guess, but dang his expression here is golden. Just wanted to appreciate that.

Also them cheekbones. Fabulous.

He’s just fabulous, okay? Dangerously and scarily fabulous.

Sorry. Anyways. As I take a long swig of the only thing keeping me happy, let me bring up the fact that he absolutely feels turbulent and, well, a threat. Joker is an unstable and unpredictable character and they knock it out of the ball park with showing that via dialogue and visuals.

(Not trying to come off as “omg, he’s so crazy, look at him”, or that mentally unstable people are automatically a threat, it’s just a part of his character in this case and I’m absolutely not attempting to romanticize or demonize mental illness. I don’t condone that. Just worried that someone will read that part of the analysis and get that impression)

Not exactly commenting on his design, but this panel right here:

Please clap for the writing and Batjokes moment.

But yeah. Coming to a close here (bad at endings, sorry for the abruptness):

What I’m trying to say is that this Joker, in my opinion, achieves that perfect balance of intimidating villain and flamboyant tRiCKsTeR.

Make a figure of him now.

#the joker #batman #batjokes #I suppose #it’s just a brief mention #but I’ll tag it anyway #analysis #I guess #but for real this design is PEAK #LOVE IT #would kill for a figure of him #thank you everyone #sorry if I came off as too frantic near the end #I’m just worried that I’ll come off as insensitive #I don’t know how to word things correctly all the time #and I also apologize for the chaotic MESS that this is #I can be very chaotic when talking about my favorite things lmao #anyway hope everyone is doing okay #and if everything sucks right now it will be okay #you’re not alone buddy

[knightofhylia]

Deck Review: Alleyman's Tarot

original blog post May 31 2022

Deck

This is the Alleyman’s Tarot by Publishing Goblin. First off, the person who made it is named Seven so like how can I not support this epitome of queerness? I got this deck on Kickstarter after it kept poking at me. Almost every time I opened facebook or instagram I would get an ad for it and I had another friend point it out to me. This deck took like 9 months to actually get here so this number has been on the back of my mind for a while. It is a 137+ tarot deck with cards from different decks. There’s a whole backstory and podcast about the ‘Alleyman’ which makes the deck very intricate. I got this deck (including box, bag, both chips, deck, and free booster) for like $50 so that’s a goddamn steal if I say so. I think they mentioned extras would be going for more like $80. It’s worth it, trust me. My one complaint is that the guide book has a page texture that I don’t like. It kinda squeaks but I’m going to rebind it in twine or yarn to remedy that. This deck Is BIG! The stack is about 2 inches high. Physically it is a deck that demands respect and I highly recommend taking a look at Publishing Goblin’s other stuff, they have board games and oracle decks in the works as well!

Booklet

Organization wise it has Major Arcana, Cups, Wands, Swords, and Coins. There are multiple of certain Major Arcana, such as 9 death cards, 3 towers, 2 devils etc. My fave death is Death (Dancing) because he is a funky little guy. The suits are standard, no doubles. Then there is the Strange Suit which is all the decks that had non RW suits like my fave 8 of tentacles, a card about jacking off! Ace of hounds is great as well as he looks like a lad. The Other Arcana is all the non RW Arcana like The Hole, the Joker, and my ultimate favourite card, Giusseppe. There’s also ‘Lost Cards’ which are the ones that are in booster packs. I think every deck got a free booster pack and I believe they will be selling those later as well ( ihopehopehope). There’s some reading spread suggestions and it’s a wild ride. There was a spread that involved adding coins, the deck also actively encourages trading tarot cards, which might be a fun project someday. It’s very cleverly done and laid out. Reading it is easy on mine eyeballs as well.

Spirit

I knew EXACTLY who it would be the moment I saw it. There’s only one bitch as thick and juicy as this deck. I have shied away from deity work because I was afraid of disappointment and I was a really bad believer for a while lol. This was my top dog deity Tmikh Hemy (she/they/he/it)! I was very excited to be ready to work with her. Without a doubt she is one of my most powerful decks. I put my hand in her bag and close my eyes and I can feel it up my arms and in my forehead.

Reading Style

Okay so she’s a funny one. She’s a deck that loves to be passed around. Everyone takes a chunk and passes on. She thrives on the different energies she gets. She learns from her readings like I do. She’s a cool mom and she’s hip with the kids! Since the deck is so big I read it three different ways: whole deck, chunking, or ‘which card fucks’ (official terms). Whole deck is a sad clown balloon act to shuffle so I generally chunk it. Usually I do a big shuffle and then I just grab parts of the deck and that’s what I’ll work with. If I grab a chunk and change questions I have to redo my chunks. Which card fucks is where I go through the whole deck and pick out cards that vibe to me during that time, or ‘fuck’. Her tone is very funny, she LOVES to be sassy. I kept joking about ‘what if I get all the death cards’ and sure enough every reading had at least one of the death cards. Each card means something so vastly different from each other that this really demands the time to sit and read over the guide a few times to really get it. She loves puns and language, so I look a lot into specific words or phrases she says. Even if I don’t get the metaphor I can understand what she’s getting at. Hemy is definitely a mystery, sometimes she tells me straight up shit like her house layout but I ask about something else and she’s not saying a word. I can tell because usually the card says something about secrets or giving up or makes no sense in the rest of the reading. A lot of ‘go figure it out yourself’. 

Suggested Readings

I would recommend her for any kind of reading, but her specialty is personal power. She’s the fire under your ass. She emphasizes on your personal changes first before your circumstances. If you want a soulmate, be ready to work on yourself. If you want abundance you better have room for it. I would love to do readings for people of various faiths with this deck!

#magick #magic #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #pagan #paganism #spirituality #spiritual #tarot #tarot cards #tarot deck #tarot reading #divination #cartomancy #card divination

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

After weeks of my Persona 5 hiatus, I finally picked the game back up again. The hiatus was much needed honestly, especially with how addicted I was to the game and how busy I am nowadays with work, school, and other life stuff. Anyways, I started P5 again and…I had no idea what I was doing lol.

Yeah, it’s actually pretty difficult jumping back into a game like this, especially since I forgot what I was doing the last time I played. So I spent the first half hour just shaking off the ring rust and getting back into the swing of things.

Currently, I’m on palace…5? I think this is five since I recruited Haru Okumura. Here are my miscellaneous thoughts on this palace so far:

1) I forgot how hit-or-miss the story was lol. As soon as the game went into Haru’s family dilemmas, it was like a montage of overdone cliches and anime-isms. You got the heartless CEO dad, the pure evil fiancé, and the anime power of friendship. I mean, it was cute, but I also felt like I was watching a Power Rangers episode. At least the storytelling here didn’t annoy me as much as Futaba’s palace did (still the worst part of the game in my opinion).

2) I feel like the game didn’t do a good job introducing Haru. Everyone else had this solid introduction that allows the player to get to know the character, while Haru is sorta just inserted into the team. I don’t really know who this character is outside of her family dilemma. In comparison with Futaba, it takes forever to actually meet Futaba, but you already know that she’s antisocial, a genius hacker, and extremely awkward based on her interactions with Joker. With Haru, I feel like the game is telling me what her character is instead of just letting the character breathe. Remember the rule; show, don’t tell.

3) I can’t believe the main villain is Donald Trump. Which, I guess, means Haru is Ivanka Trump.

4) I was actually playing the game with my sister’s boyfriend watching on the side. Normally, I’d play quietly, but since I had a guest with me, we pretty much spent most of the time poking fun at the game. Look, I know that Persona 5 is well-loved and critically acclaimed…but it’s still a silly anime game, we couldn’t help but crack jokes. Especially when the main palace is a space station based on a fast food burger joint.

Okay, that’s it for now. I’ll update again once I make it further into the palace.

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[dispatches-from-the-lorecord]

How old are these S9 kids anyway?

[January 31 - February 1, 2023]

{Haji:}

@Krizste psst since Stars has kind of become your boy, how old would say he is / was during the run? :RaccAttack:

{Krizste:}

he was always my boy, who do you think gave him that goofy hair? :Kappa:

{Haji:}

I currently have him at 17 just guessing his "real" counterpart to be at the older end of the host spectrum but Host Stars is usually so cute and nervous, I wondered if he's actually younger

{krizste:}

i have no

fucking

idea

:Keepo:

i guess around 14-15?

{Haji:}

Alrighty, that works too

{Krizste:}

hacker is def older in existence, but his appearance is a dice roll, lol

{Newbie:}

after having written for Hacker Stars a bit, i wanna place him as appearing in his early twenties at the oldest and being Frozen In Time thanks to hacker magic or whatever :Kappa:

{Haji:}

That's kind of what I'm thinking too.

But I wasn't sure about the host version

{Krizste:}

he sure acts like a jaded old man :Kappa:

{Newbie:}

he's Seen Some Shit :Kappa:

{Krizste:}

i love stars :Kappa: its a combo deal of trauma and depression and its lovely

{Haji:}

Okay, now for Quotes and Yuu

{Krizste:}

age? yus gotta be 17+

{Haji:}

Yeah ages

I'm so close like down to the last 6 :BegWan:

{Newbie:}

I think Yuu is about 17. That's Wes's canonical age according to Word of God

{Krizste:}

pjixdhfc i was judt giving him joker p5 age

{Haji:}

I mean, not wrong

{Newbie:}

Quotes has a flashback with her and Alex celebrating her 15th birthday in the past so she is at least 15 during RTHE

I personally place her at 16-17

{Haji:}

Good to know :SeemsGood:

{Newbie:}

She and Alex are implied to be around the same age and by the run's end he was talking about college

I put RTHE like a year before GrandCol so that would make her either the same age as or a year older than Yuu in my timeline :RaccAttack:

{Haji:}

Alrighty

Thanks :tppAYAYA:

{Krizste:}

haji making host dex?

{Haji:}

Just using the tentative timeline to plot out ages for my current "arc"

There's smaller arcs within it, but damn I realized everything being interconnected means it's from Ultra Sun on down

{Newbie:}

If you need ages for the other season9 hosts, I can't sleep rn :Kappa:

So I'm like... open to distraction

{Krizste:}

alright, the charitydual two, go

:Kappa:

my brain is saying ness age

whatever ness age is

{Brespawn:}

10

{Newbie:}

Ehhhh I'm breaking from the mold and making them like... 18? They're med students that got roped into the charity fundraiser as part of their program

Maybe 16 at the youngest if we go child geniuses :Kappa:

That's me anyway

{Krizste:}

maybe they do assistant nursing / apprenticeing

{Newbie:}

Could be, yeah

{Krizste:}

not a med genious job

{Newbie:}

Then again this is pokemon world where 10-year-olds venture out into the world without adult supervision so like

{Haji:}

I was about to say. Since when does Kanto seem to care about child labor? 😂

{Newbie:}

Idk

14 at the youngest, 18 at the oldest

Is my gut instinct

I feel like Barbie is older

{Krizste:}

speaking of that, i place forrest/hugh vw2r combo as some years older than 10 (dunno how many), as forrest specifically gets fucked over on the day of what was meant to be his pokemon journey starting

and spends an undefined ammount of time being hunted/etc in kanto, then moving, and then spening more time just being in school, then starting his poke journey

hugh would also be in the bucket of 'start poke journey late' due to fun family deaths and stolen pokemon! no wonder he was happy when startying with forrest

{Newbie:}

I think Forrest appears like 14 in human years. Glitch time? Heh. Glitches aren't bound by arbitrary laws of physics, much less temporality

I still go with the "he became a human" interpretation so age is uh. how does one track that exactly

When you are a pile of broken reality

{Krizste:}

ah cool cool

idk what im doin for forrest, he’s half half. his human side is whatever, 14? but glitch side is whatever. so- ohh ohh ohh.....

{Haji:}

Oh really? TPP doesn't matter but I thought he'd be closer to 15/16 like they are in game

{Newbie:}

I don't think there's an official age for Rosa or Nate in-game. Hilda/Hilbert are implied to be 14 in BW1 according to Word of God but that's it

{Krizste:}

tempraraly, forrest is both, yet neither 'glitch become human' / 'human become glitch'. human forrest lived human like life, basic temperarily forward and aging, at pokemon journey age, he got capowed top half glitch. but glitch forrest always existed , bc as u did say glitches do b outside the scope of temporality. glitch mode forrest is both very very young in human forward years if we count from the capow event, from that event, but is also incredibly ancient, as the worlds code itself

so its like lil 

human>>> ya boi <<<glitch

not

glitch>> half glitch 

human>> half human, etc

{Newbie:}

So... fusion dance

{Krizste:}

yeah

a getting smooshed in a collapsement of plasmic spacetime

{Newbie:}

Steven Universe, glitch style

Two beings coalesce into one

reverse Stars, if you will

Interesting

{Krizste:}

that actully feels like the most glitch thing to be

bc glitches need Stuff and Thinggs to make them be

they need Events, they need Items, they need Environment,

{Newbie:}

I still maintain Jirachi's involvement in Forrest's predicament... but you've given me a brain worm about Xavier now...

{Krizste:}

fuck! my xavier comic

{Newbie:}

Dammit I'm about to head back into XG Remix brainrot

Lmao

As for the others... I peg Xavier at 13, Tulio at like 11, and Terra roughly at 15(?) maybe :RaccAttack:

I'm still undecided about Terra

Run was too recent

Timeline still settling

Haji you now have ages for the season9 kids

Oh shit I forgot gigi

Uhhh

...I wanna say like 12? 13?

She and Lillie are the same age and Star is one year after SM, during which Lillie is 11, so like

12-13 seems safe

{Krizste:}

tulio so tiny

wait

what if this is homestuck scratch

scarlet tulio is 15

scratch happens

vio+ tulio is 10 and terra is 15

{Newbie:}

I personally subscribe to the idea that Tulio has graduated by now and is in another region. Maybe looking into how to help stop whatever the fuck is going wrong in Paldea

Or blissfully ignorant

Either works

{Haji:}

All I'll say at the moment is some of these ages are going to be ~approximate~ because I rounded everything to years and half years and the 6 months may have thrown me off. Also some are just going to look weird because of character circumstances 🤣

So like Xavier being a machine doesn't really age??? So I laugh at the idea of just 13s across the board

{Newbie:}

Aaaaaaanyway. The X-Factor, the creation of the artificial Subject XG000... I have Thoughts™️ and I still need to go to bed

I view him less as a machine and more an artificially-created human

Technically organic in genetic makeup... origins, not so much

...and now I'm thinking along the lines of glitch-fusion enhancement

{Haji:}

Gotta make this hard for me, huh? :Kappa:

{Newbie:}

Hey, my interpretation doesn't have to dictate your thingy

Whatever the word is

Compendium?

That's a word right

{Tranzi:}

forrest is just a teen

his age is teen (not 10) :Kappa:

{Haji:}

I guess with ScVi still fresh in my mind, I kind of thought he'd be more like the professor AI. A sort of animatronic made to fight but gained a level of sentience enough to say he doesn't want to do that. Really kind of funny because that's what I imagined in the first place, just now we might have some weird explanation to how such a machine could be made. He's much more primitive than the ScVi AI though, since they're made from technology not possible yet, but Cipher has always been super dubious in the TPP lore for pushing what's possible :HYPERRACC:

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[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Well, now that people from two groups that just so happened to have the same “FF” abbreviation are now in the same room, let’s lighten up the mood with something rather entertaining. *Shows them a compilation of Kuripa’s funniest moments, including the cross-dressing idol performance and the times he enforced the 7 minutes in heaven game on certain couples*

Oh come on. I don’t really mind, but why do I have to be the joker when Hiro’s sitting right there!?

Hey! That’s mean!

Don’t worry about it man. Kouji here does stupid stuff all the time too. We could have a compilation of him too.

Hunter...

That goes for Maya too. She’s always doing crazy stuff like this. In fact, I think she’d dress in drag and dance for 100 people if given the chance to.

Desperate times call for desperate measures Oliver. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but it’s not something I make a habit of.

Contrary to his clown-ish moments, Kuripa’s reliable in a pinch.

Maya too. Don’t worry you guys, we’re not trying to poke fun at you.

I gotta admit it, you sir, are pretty freaking impressive.

Says you, the one who’s been singlehandedly fighting against a corrupt corporation.

I’m just saying, I think I can almost let pass the slight of you not liking coffee...almost...

It doesn’t agree with my system, ok?

You know, I thought you were cool...then you were a jerk...but now you’re cool again!

You’re cool too!

Oh dear lord...it’s everything I feared...Th-There are two of them now...!

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[tittagreat]

Mk 11 ultimate ps4

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Owners of a PS4™ disc copy must insert it into the PS5™ every time they want to download or play the PS5™ digital version. I'm breaking down what you get when you buy the physical copy of the game. If you already own the PS4™ version of this game, you can get the PS5™ digital version at no extra cost and you do not need to purchase this product. Here is my review on Mortal Kombat 11 Ultimate. MK11 Ultimate features the komplete 37-characte. Cross-Platform/Cross-Gen Compatibility" Friendships are tested, and new alliances forged, in the battle to save all of existence.All Stages, Stage Fatalities, Brutalities, Iconic Fatalities & Friendships.Every mode including Towers of Time, Krypt, Tutorial, Online, Klassic Towers & more.Includes all previous guest fighters: Terminator, Joker, Spawn & RoboCop.Thousands of skins, weapons & gear for an unprecedented level of fighter customization.Play as the komplete 37-character roster including newly added fighters Mileena, Rain & Rambo.Experience 2 robust, critically acclaimed Story Campaigns from MK11 & MK11: Aftermath.Includes Mortal Kombat 11, Kombat Pack 1, Aftermath Expansion & Kombat Pack 2. You'll be so close to the fight, you can feel it! Mortal Kombat 11 showcases every amusing friendship, gory fatality and soul-crushing fatal blow like never before. MK11 Ultimate features the komplete 37-character roster, including new additions Rain, Mileena & Rambo. Friendships are tested, and new alliances forged, in the battle to save all of existence. The definitive MK11 experience! Take control of Earthrealm's protectors in the game's TWO critically acclaimed, time-bending Story Campaigns as they race to stop Kronika from rewinding time and rebooting history. 4 out of 10 and that is being nice.This product entitles you to download both the digital PS4™ version and the digital PS5™ version of this game. The game isn’t fun and is a huge let down given MK9 and MkX preceding it. Games 2 Egypt - The definitive MK11 experience Take control of Earthrealms protectors in the games TWO critically acclaimed, time-bending Story Campaigns. On Mk11, you may get beat by a terrible player using simple moves. If someone beat you at MkX, they were generally better. People want the gameplay to be fun and challenging. MkX outshines this game without even question. The only good thing about this game are the graphics and brutalities. Sixth, the combos don’t come through as you enter them which is highly frustrating and pathetic on the game. Fifth, the game promotes poking, which is super annoying and not fun. The game is a copy cat of injustice 2 and promotes back dashing all game. Fourth, the game caters to bad players rewarding simple moves with huge damage such as crushing blows and fatal blows. Third, the game focuses on spamming projectiles, unblockable moves, and ridiculous op moves such as Sheeva stomp and Jade in general. Thousands of Skins & weapons & Gear for an unprecedented level of Fighter. Play as the complete 37-character roster including newly added fighters mileena, RaiN & rambo. Summary: Experience 2 robust and critically acclaimed story campaigns from Mk11 & Mk11: aftermath. Second, the game has unbalanced hit boxes. Mixed or average reviews based on 86 Ratings. Third, the game focuses on spamming This game has major issues. Second, the game has unbalanced hit boxes. No one cares, its not objectifying women, its an anatomy lesson, kinda like the fatalities no? … Expand You 'yanks love your gore, but when there's the slightest hint of **** you get all self righteous about it. I want a fighting game, not a collectable game, isn't that what Pokemon is? Lastly, the female characters, c'mon, lets see a bit of flesh, some TnA, its not that big of a deal. I couldn't give a s*** about gear and have next to no interest in ever looking into. The gear system sucks and is just another way for NRS to keep you playing their game. Having to search for unlockable moves and costumes in a game I've already paid for bothers me. I really don't like the Krypt and how it is implemented. The violence borders on pornographic, but that suits me fine. Graphics are sharper and the combat is tighter. The violence MK11 Ultimate is a damn solid fighter. Graphics are sharper and the combat is tighter. The definitive MK11 experience Take control of Earthrealms protectors in 2 acclaimed, time-bending Story Campaigns as they race to stop.

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[violetsystems]

I walked down to the food court at the edge of our neighborhood for dim sum. The building reminds me a lot of Richmond up in Canada. A music friend used to live down the street. I almost rented a coach house down there when I first broke up with my ex. The vibe is good there. Since this is a walking city now you have your fair share of people riding their bikes and Vespa’s on the sidewalk. No doubt in protest. I wouldn’t really care if it wasn’t orchestrated by adults with shady agendas. People who want the mayor to fail I guess it just want to joker-fy the discourse. It’s a mixed bag. Thankfully the dim sum was warm and on point. I started playing Arknights on the iPad. Blame it for me renewing my Apple games membership even if it’s not really a correlation. I need to play more games to play them. Just like I need to read more books and listen to music for peace and enjoyment. Selling myself outside of my resume isn’t really my thing. It’s the same old circus out there. And the clown shit is wearing thin for everybody. Me doing video game vlogs is fun once and awhile. But it isn’t something that I feel is going to launch me to some next phase. Neither is music really. Being in the moment really lately and attentive is what keeps me sane. Trying to compete with people who obviously are scared children underneath all the posturing out there is a waste of time. I do my own thing out here and need to enjoy more of it privately. That’s why I never really poke too hard into people’s lives when I feel like I’m not wanted. I know how it feels to be pushed around. I prefer to push buttons here. Gently. You can slap me around all you want.

[imagine--if]

2022 Joker (sorry I forgot his name) with his girlfriend (or whatever, I just want established relationship!) Tracing his scars 🥵

ALSO I LOVE ALL OF YOUR WRITING, KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK! ❤❤❤❤❤

A/N: Keoghan!Joker 😜 ofc!! And ThAnK yOuUu 💕💕 requests are still open 🃏 This is as established relationship I could describe in the imagine’s situation, hope that’s aight 😅💚

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluffy Joker... is that a warning?? Reader's in Arkham, so she a tad crazy 🥰 suggestiveness at the end hehe

Words: 780

The guards aren't exactly great at their job, some more than others. You pay close attention to the weaker ones who often give in when you ask them in a sweet enough tone, a calm, innocent smile on your face, as if you aren't branded as criminally insane at all. So that's what you do this evening, politely requesting that you share cells with one of the most dangerous inmates in the asylum for just an hour or so.

They're hesitant at first, mostly for your safety. The Joker is locked up for good reasons, but you'd never actually met him before the nuthouse. When it was your turn for therapy a few weeks ago, he was coming out, the therapist staring after him in horror after the things he'd told him. You couldn't help smiling at that, and the Joker noticed, grinning back with a curious look in his blue eyes.

That was the first time you saw him, and you'd seen him a lot more since then. He'd never tried to hurt you though, and less could be said for a few of the other annoying crazies kept behind bars around you. Especially ones who tend to catcall you. J doesn't like that at all. You two make the most of being around each other, and you quietly enjoy noticing how Joker’s seemingly softer when he talks to you, making stupid jokes just to see you smile. Your smile is the best thing about you, he’s said before, a fond smirk on his face. Soon, he promised, he was getting the hell out of here, and he wanted you to come too. Because just think of all the fun we can have, the chaos we can wreak, dolly.

Honestly, the Joker and yourself had never properly confirmed being together, but you didn’t really need to. Everyone knew by now that if you hurt one, you hurt the other. He’s got himself a queenie he seems to love, and when he gets out with them, god help their victims.

Even so, after a few carefully planned words whispered to the feeble guard who stands outside your cell, he sighs in reluctant defeat, discreetly unlocking your door and cuffing you before quickly escorting you down the hall a little. Then he unlocks the Joker's room, hisses the timing of exactly half an hour, and ushers you in, closing the door again and quickly turning his back.

J looks up from lounging on his bed in amusement, grinning at you.

“Hiya, doll,” he greets you, sitting up properly and patting the spot beside him invitingly. “Bored?”

You nod, taking a seat. “I’m always bored here. There’s nothing to do.”

“Well, not right now. But nothing like this lasts forever, now does it? I’ve told you my master plan, huh?”

You scoff lightly, shrugging. “Your master plan is ‘breaking out with a bang’, J.”

“Uhuh. Brilliant. Don’t you mock me, you little minx,” he scolds with a cackle, poking your sides, and you jump, slapping at his hands with suppressed giggles. “Gotham loves a comeback story…”

You smile to yourself, your eyes scanning the man beside you. His pale scars and green, messy locks, the blood-red grin. Everything was supposedly terrifying, but for you, it was almost a comforting sight to see. Someone as mad - well, probably madder - than you to confide in, who protects and seems to care about you in a place like this. In a gloomy, grey, hopeless city like this.

Your hand reaches out tentatively, you almost don’t realise it moving to his arm, light fingers tracing over the rough patches of skin and faded stains of blood. The scars that letter his flesh. They all make him who he is.

Joker automatically flinches at the contact, his attention immediately caught as his eyes look at you in bemusement. Still, he makes no move to stop you as your hand goes higher, a small frown of thought pulling at your brows as you gently make your way up to his face, his hair. A smile tugs at his lips then, a genuine smile, that dash of his natural wild insanity lacing it.

“What’cha doing there, queenie?”

You don’t know how to respond, and give him a half-smile, shrugging again. “Exploring uncharted territory?”

He snorts with laughter at the comment, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into his chest, his own hands in your hair as he looks down at you with a smirk.

“Do I get a turn? I know a few places we could start- he said half a hour, right?”

“J!”

“What?”

“You’re not really gonna-“

“Ssh, ssh, ssh,” he prompts with a giggle, warm breath fanning your face as he leans in closet. “I can work with thirty minutes, can’t you, baby?”

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Could the reader have anxiety and because of that, feel the need, almost as a compulsion, to apologize? Like, say J jokingly teases the reader about accidentally smacking his jaw with her head on the way up for a kiss. He’s doing it just to poke fun, but the reader feels the need to apologize sincerely, no matter how many times she’s apologized for it before. - @apocalypticwafflekitten​

I relate to this request so much... I’m the kind of person to apologise for apologising and it drives the people around me insane. I hope that you enjoy this request; I had a lot of fun with this one, especially the dialogue.🥺💖

Word count: 1, 058.

For your entire life, you had been a ball of nerves, alight with tension for no other reason than the fact that they just were. 

You had never been any different, anxious were you even when there was nothing to be anxious of, and always did you apologise for what you logically knew to be neither here nor there, but still did you see fit to apologise.

Most people tended to tell you that it was okay, understanding and compassionate were they, and J was similar in that he usually just waved you off with a hand gesture, not caring all that much.

He accepted you as you were, just as you accepted all the facets of J, and that was that... a simple yet somehow complex truth.

When your anxiety was really bad, you would even apologise for apologising, and this could lead to people being irritated. The emotion was either thinly masked or only too obvious, but either way it made you feel like apologising more, and so did the cycle continue.

On such a day like today, your anxiety was sky-high for reasons beyond you, but  J had picked up on that, intuitive and knowing was he, and he had attempted to soothe you by getting you to sit next to him with your head rested on his chest, his arm tightly around your body as he sought to soothe you.

“Easy, doll,” J murmured every time your breath hitched for seemingly no reason, “I got’cha, hm?”

Perhaps his gentleness on days such as this were uncharacteristic, but you deeply appreciated the efforts he went to in order to help you.

Nothing and no one were as important to J as you and your well-being, most especially during the times when you couldn’t  or, indeed, wouldn’t help yourself.

You moved to press a kiss to whichever part of J was closest, but you accidentally clonked the crown of your head against the underside of J’s jaw.

Though in reality it hadn’t hurt him at all beyond a slight fuzziness which felt a lot like fading pins and needles in his lower jaw (a sensation which faded quickly), J made a show of pain, thinking it would make you laugh and maybe even relax you.

For once, however, J had underestimated the extent of your anxiety, for you gasped and sat up, your eyes fixated on J’s face as you rubbed at his chin.

“I’m sorry, J! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You continued to mutter apologies, your hands rubbing at J’s jaw and your lips pressing kisses anywhere and everywhere.

You totally missed the way J rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, his hands moving to rub up and down your back in slow, tender motions when you ended up straddling him, practically smothering him in affection in an (unnecessary) apologetic gesture.

“I’m so sorry, J, I really didn’t mean to - “

J groaned and you somehow took that to mean that he was still in pain and so your affections and apologies increased.

J abandoned his jokes but not his tenderness as he saw that you were losing control of yourself, your logic faltering in the face of your nerves being much bigger than you in this moment.

He had to help you because you were beyond being able to help yourself.

Before he could comfort you, though, and tell you that he had only been joking, J had to snap you out of it. 

Hard.

“Look at me!” J barked, causing you to jump as he seized your face in his leather clad hands. Your eyes, blown wide and breath quickening, flew to meet J’s and he hummed approvingly once he saw that he had your undivided attention.

“Do I look angry, doll?”

“N-no.”

“Go~od,” J taunted, “So, how do I look?”

“Sort of - you look frustrated, maybe?”

“Uh-huh,” J nodded, prompting you to continue.

“Because I keep ap-apologising and I don’t need to?”

“Ye-ah,” Another nod. He was being as patient with you as he knew how to be, which was oddly sweet when one considered who he was and how he was.

“And you’re not angry but you want me to stop apologising because it cheapens moments when it’s needed...”

J nodded one final time and you saw his gaze soften as he realised that the message had sunk home and you had understood.

He didn’t let go of your face, however, and the intimacy of the way you were straddling him began to creep in, making your face heat up in embarrassment as you caught up with reality.

“Tha-at’s better,” He cooed, “Breathe, Y/N. I got’cha. Y’ain’t going nowhere ‘til ya’ve calmed down.” 

J’s thumbs rubbed across the planes of your cheeks, subtly wiping away tears which he knew you hadn’t felt falling. 

“Stop apologising for existing, toots. Thought I taught ya’ better than that, hm?” When J saw that you’d calmed down some more, he spoke again, “What’s got’cha so on edge, anyway?”

You shrugged, “Woke up like it.” The impulse to apologise hadn’t wholly faded. “I’m s - “

J glared at you, daring you to start again with his chocolate gaze, and you looked down, letting yourself sit and be.

Your clown was content to let you do the same, and as the minutes ticked by, J grabbed the remote from beside him and switched the TV on, resolving himself to a quiet day with you.

It wouldn’t do to let you alone when you were like this.

As it was, you snuggled in, and J found himself wanting to have a blanket to tuck around you, if only to make you feel more secure.

He scoffed at himself, gaining a questioning look from you, but he only shook his head and wrapped his arms around you anew, pulling you tightly into his body... the safest cage you had ever known.

You so often thought that you annoyed J, but the truth was closer to the fact that he just didn’t know how to really help you. 

He couldn’t make you less anxious, he couldn’t take it away, so instead he only decided to stay, to stay, and to be whatever you most needed him to be in the moment.

As it turned out, that was exactly what you needed.

J.

Your J.

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