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narwhalandchill · 1 month

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ok misc stream thoughts!!!

ANYWAY livestream over nice 30 pulls of aventurine funds for anni!!!! they didnt do anything insane but honestly it was kinda cope to expect them to, ratio for free was clearly a more of a spontaneous move and hes available throughout anniversary anyway so the "another 5*" were.... a little over the top im sorry wjkjwdjkwdjk altho i wouldnt have complained obviously. a free himeko or sth couldve been on theme for the cosmodussy event but eh cant be helped

im actually glad for the skippability of the reruns 😭😭 like i have luocha n jingliu (+ LC for latter) so by skipping acheron for now im gonna have a nice time getting aventurine and most likely his LC (2/3 of his 4* LC selection is so sad tho), love that fucker hope he gets to do proper mayhem in story too. cool death talk please dont actually die yourself for real for real tho i will be sad. like i do think its based of aventurine to pull off a stunt that appears to be what we in the business might call a certified chapter 5 komaeda moment but. ahahaha nooo dont actually die youre such a funny hat man .

(also sick boss form is sick but . bootleg FL im sorry aventurine. they hit perfection already and theyre never fucking topping the galaxy cape cyclops eye beak mask drip i swear JSWJWJDKWJKDWJK but also yes me biased? in favor of that ginger? i could never)

but it seems ill have a solid time getting aventurine and saving up for now??? since i dont think im too interested in robin or boothill either. i was kinda worried topaz' rerun would be in 2.1 for IPC antics with aventurine bc i am kinda curious abt pulling for her but now its gonna be 2.2 at the earliest so. Phew

the stream ran a bit too long lmao but like overall i tend to like the dev discussions so most of it was still neat, altho downside of dev streams is that not knowing chinese i cant just like. afk and listen on headphones and go get water or something 💀💀 and they were definitely dragging stuff out on purpose no way they werent but eh. people will live its just bideo game livestream. and like these folks do hard work on the game they can yap about what they do sometimes its only right lmao

leakers public shaming session was definitely a jumpscare but i do genuinely empathize w shaoji on that one. like. ive always been one for kit + banner leaks first and foremost and story leaks just. i dont care for them much. ive had my share of looking at them occasionally but i definitely agree with the way story leaks either by themselves or when misconstrued and misinterpreted really fucking mess with the intended experience for any given story and how that must feel like shit for the writers. like if story leaks stopped happening altogether id be perfectly content. and thats just ppl who look at story leaks on purpose cuz. im not going to even begin w how like. yes the leaks subreddits and most big leakers do spoiler warnings and keep the story stuff spoilered. but then theres literally the entire rest of the internet where shit gets spread untagged and without warnings the second they are posted anywhere at all and how that fucking ruins peoples experiences. like its 1 thing to click at a spoiler tagged post knowingly and get ur experience messed up with. but when u dont even want to see it its rly fucking bad and i v well understand condemning all story leaks (even those properly flagged) just on that basis alone. but yeah actually felt bad for him there and see where he was coming from for sure, even as a consumer of leaks

ok well that sure was a wall of text. didnt expect to write that much JWJKWJKDDWJK but ya

Anyway. biggest priority is holding strong w skipping acheron as sick as her animations are but def looking forward to her teaser and the animated short. like . even with the black swan dykery. (that was a fucking jumpscare too). i dont need her rn. despite how cool she is 😭😭

& also have to say im v happy they clarified their stance on hi3rd references like. the way theyre going abt it is absolutely how it should be going. hsr by nature is more directly linked to hi3rd like honkai is in the name but its such a dumbass idea (like some fan takes out there....) to want the stories of hsr depend on another games lore. rewarding old fans with easter eggs and tidbits is perfectly fine and im even interested in seeing where they go with acherons obvious raiden situation - especially knowing theyre not about to ruin their own story with "it was hi3rd all along!" (not that i ever rly thought theyd seriously blunder that bad lmao 💀) . so yea thats neat

i think story wise im not gonna say much of my thoughts bc unfortunately i have clicked on like. a leak or four. not the major stuff i dont think but enough that commenting on stuff w some of the things im aware of in the periphery is going to tint stuff . but im still excited to see where things go!!!

AAND OH. ACTUALLY i do have one more thing . so the multiple POV thing being actually implemented is SOOOO good im so fucking happy theyre committing to it being a thing 😭😭😭 like SO many story pitfalls can be avoided by just letting it be that TB doesnt need to be fucking everywhere a major thing happens as the centerpiece of events so we as players can see it. like it gives a way of showing different events and sides of characters in a much more natural manner its sooo good that theyre implementing it already. like this alone has me in such high hopes for the story going forward. like yea theyve branched from our POV before already and in penacony as well but expanding on it even more is 100% the correct way forward

last thing: god they did jingliu so dirty in her concert illustration. WHAT is she wearing 💀💀💀anyway yeah lesgo 2.1 its cool

i lied real last thing: siobhan . siobhan i would do anything---

#i have no clue who to get from the 4* selector also. my hanya is e4 now so no need to get that. yukong e6? but i havent rly built her at all #ig i could still get her but w the way i have sparkle and ruan mei and bronya and the 4* harmonies built already its. ehh #gallagher is the new unit so i might just get him for collection purposes but i dont think ill rly have much use for him #guinaifen eidolons??? shes e2 now and e4 is the good one for energy so it could be a step on the way #ill need to build her for burn dmg for kafka against fire + lightning weak eventually anyway. now shes just debuffer ult spam build #anyway. neat stream now i need to eat the stream was long and then i wrote this djjkdjkwdjkdjkdwkj #rambles #hsr #long post

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years

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Let’s Stop This Pain Tonight // Arthur Fleck x Reader // so soft you’ll get toothache.

rebs-doom: hmmm something like being hopelessly in love with artie and making him dinner because u went to his house to check his mother health out and watching TV with him but you fall asleep and he watches you a lot thinking of how much he would like to kiss you and you two happen to share the bed for that night and it’s weird because you two are only friends but being half asleep and everything you accidentally kiss him goodnight on his lips.

Female reader for this one, loves! It’s only the use of pronouns though, I think I used them once, so you can switch them out as you wish x

Arthur Fleck/Joker: @writings-of-a-gen-z @x-avantgarde-x @mapreza1 @insomniabird @mavalenovaninagavi @itwasrealenough @morrisonmercurymalek @rand0ms-fand0ms @rafaelina-casillas @aclownthing @rebs-doom @vivft @help-i-am-obssessed @autumnaffection @taintednihilist @vladtoly @mg-woolf99 @misstgrey92 @that-s-life @dopey-girl-blogs @seeking-dreamland @sweetheart-syndrome @heartxfdesire @xmusichealsthesoulx @0callmejude0 @the-one-that-likes-riddles @hannibalsslut @folliaght

TW; swearing, err... i think that’s it. this one is mostly very fluffy. i had to bite into a pillow at one point to stop myself fangirling so loud i woke people up lmao.

word count: 2, 970.

It was with two quick and quiet raps that you knocked on Arthur’s apartment door, the paint flaking and the brass letters displaying his apartment information rusted so badly that the corners had been chipped down to a black that would leave some kind of residue on your hands. Oh… you wanted desperately to hold Arthur and to lift him out of everything that was holding him down, holding him back.

The hand that you had used to knock hastily moved to support the hot, almost breaking brown shopping bag which had previously been balanced on one arm; the way one would hold a small child. You had cooked the Flecks enough food for about a week; you had seen that Arthur had a freezer so you had a lot of your own supplies at home to cook for them. You had seen Arthur topless numerous times - it was his preferred way to relax - and though you found him striking and truly, so beautiful that he seemed ethereal to you at times, the way his ribs seemed like they would rip through his skin if he stretched too fast worried you. It was all well and good, and admirable, for him to selflessly look after others, but what about himself? Didn’t he see that he was worth all that effort and more?

A soft giggle snapped you out of your thoughts. You started, brain suddenly thrust back into reality. There you were, stood on Arthur’s doorsteps, thinking so heavily of him that you had completely missed his answering the door. He was leaned against the door frame, a smile still on his lips, as he stood there watching you.

“You have such a lovely look on your face, Y/N. What are you thinking about?” Arthur stepped back to allow you into the apartment and you made a beeline for the kitchen. Arthur and Penny were going to have a hot meal every night from now on, you would make sure of it.

Too lost now in what you were doing - unloading the food and leaving it on the side to cool - you simply told the truth before you could apply your ill-used brain to mouth filter. “You.”

Arthur blinked a few times before an unhappy giggle left his lips. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

I just did, you thought unhappily. You turned back to the food and it was then that Arthur noticed what you had been focusing on. “Y/N, w-what’s all this?” His words came out in a rush and you looked up at him to see a huge frown on his face. Did he think that you thought it was an act of charity? Did he think you were an imposition upon his own home? Had you acted without thought, like you so often did? You were impulsive sometimes, you couldn’t help it; the thought, ah, fuck it was so often the motivation behind your actions that sometimes you couldn’t tell if you were responsible or not. Sometimes you didn’t want to know. It was just better to take every day as it came and let your future self worry about the problem. They had it all figured out, anyway.

“Food for you and Penny. I’ve made enough for about a week. I’ll drop more off soon when I have the time.” You refrained from mentioning that you took up a few more shifts to fund this kindness, and that your own kitchen would be low for a few days until you got paid again. Somehow you figured that Arthur would take that as some kind of insult. He didn’t speak. You turned to look at him over his shoulder and you saw that he had clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes glittering with painful tears to keep himself from laughing.

You sighed quietly and pulled him into a hug, your fingers burying themselves in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You held him through the laughter, his body quaking hard in your hold. You didn’t say anything, you just held him, and when he choked on his laughter, you shushed him. What more could you do? You held him until the fit stopped, and then when he was done, Arthur slumped into your embrace and melted into the touch. He was so touch starved and always so grateful for every touch you gave him that it broke your heart. You had made it a point in the very early days of your friendship to give him casual touches, to let him know that he did exist, that he was real, and that you saw him and now it was as natural as breathing to touch each other.

The line between friendship and relationship didn’t exist with the two of you; it had been eradicated long ago. There was only the question of when. Tonight? You hoped so. You hoped that tonight would be the night that Arthur would finally get to taste happiness in its purest form. Not at the bottom of a pill bottle, not at the filter of a cigarette, but in a real, tangible form.

“Happy, is everything okay in there?”

You both sighed. A look of understanding was shared between you as with practised ease, Arthur swiped a hand over his face. To an outsider, to anyone who didn’t know Arthur, it’d simply look like he was scratching his nose. To you, though? Oh, you saw the way his thumb and forefinger brushed away tears, the way he sniffed, the way he swallowed against the lump in his throat and winced slightly. You saw Arthur Fleck and as he sighed again, straightened his back and went to see his mother, the final piece of you, right in the back of your head, clicked into place and settled into your new truth:

You loved Arthur Fleck.

Dinner was easily prepared; all you had to do was dish it out onto plates and then hand around cutlery. The three of you ate quietly, the only sounds coming from the television and the sounds of cutlery gently scraping against the ceramic plates. You were finished before Arthur and Penny and back into the kitchen to start washing up. Arthur couldn’t argue, couldn’t tell you off or swan you away from the kitchen by dancing with you, only for him to dart back into the kitchen with a quick, sharp laugh and a mischievous gleam in his eye that looked so right on him that it took your breath away - he had done that to you before, the sneaky bastard, and that was why you had eaten quicker than he and Penny. You wouldn’t let him do that today.

Today was all about him. The distinction didn’t make much difference, truth be told; for you, every day was all about Arthur. He was your reason to smile, your ray of sunshine, your best friend. You hadn’t noticed the day when you stopped living solely for yourself, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the change in you that loving him had caused.

“That was truly delicious, Y/N, thank you.”

You smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“Let me help you with that,” Arthur picked a tea towel up and you took it from him.

“Nu-uh. Go on, go sit down. You’ve been at work all day.”

“So have you,” Arthur frowned, opening his mouth to argue. If he really wanted to help you, you wouldn’t force him to sit down, but you could see the exhausted look on his face, the dark circles under his eyes which were growing their own bags, and the way he looked about ready to fall asleep where he stood.

“I’m not about to fall asleep at any second, Arthur,” You smiled gently at him to take any edge off your words - it never took much for Arthur to misinterpret or misunderstand things you said to him - and went back to washing up, pretending to ignore him. In reality, your entire body was trained on him. You tensed when he stepped closer to you, close enough that his chest was just touching your arm.

A soft, gentle pressure to your temple as he kissed you in gratitude. “Thank you.” He whispered, and then he was gone.

You sighed softly, raised your eyes to the water damaged, mouldy ceiling, bit your bottom lip hard to stop yourself from squealing, and carried on with the chores.

There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from smiling, though, and it made the time until you could join him on the sofa to watch television flash by.

What had he done to you?

The thought, nothing I didn’t want him to do, kept you company while you walked the short distance from the kitchen to the sofa, flopping down ungracefully next to Arthur with a relieved sigh. He smiled, amused by your obvious display of tiredness, and Penny watched the silent interaction with a wistful look on her face. She had had that once too with her dear Thomas...

The evening was spent in this way, you and Arthur sat so closely together that you were touching shoulders, thighs and knees, old re-reruns of the Murray show playing quietly. At some point, Arthur stood up to dance with his mother, but you had already fallen asleep, emotionally and physically knackered. It was only Monday. Arthur wished you would take better care of yourself. The world was harsh; both of you were always so tired, but you both worked so hard and deserved some respite. Still, when did people ever get what they deserved?, Arthur thought bitterly.

The anger in him calmed almost as quickly as he felt it, not only because he didn’t want to feel it, but also because you snored once in his sleep. He chuckled quietly and reached out a slender, pale finger to poke your cheek. You wrinkled your nose, batted his hand away gently, and carried on sleeping.

“Look at her,” Penny whispered, not unkindly, “She’s away with the faeries.”

“I know,” Arthur’s voice was thick with an amused smile, “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Penny smiled at how happy her son was. He was practically glowing. Arthur, for his part, was only thinking of how badly he wanted to kiss you. Penny could see the love you had for each other, and thinking quickly, she said, “Why don’t you take her to bed? I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. It’d be good for you.”

“But, mum, your back - “

“My back will be fine,” Penny laid a gentle hand on Arthur’s arm and nodded decisively at him. “Goodnight, Arthur.”

Arthur smiled without showing his teeth. His true emotions were in his eyes. “Okay. Goodnight, mum.”

Penny nodded, already getting comfortable on the sofa, as Arthur went into the kitchen and put away the now cold food into the freezer. His heart was so full of love towards you. He hadn’t eaten for days and there you were, thinking he didn’t know you were pulling extra shifts, just to feed him. He wished you didn’t have to work so hard and that you would take better care of your health, but the world stopped for nobody and he knew well what happened to those that slipped through society’s many cracks and were forgotten.

He didn’t want the same to happen to you. He wouldn’t let the same happen to you. He’d die before any kind of harm befell you. With those thoughts giving him the strength, though he supposed the nutritious food you had made for him also helped, Arthur slid an arm under your shoulders, and another under your knees, and he lifted you. With more struggle than he anticipated did he move you into the bedroom, setting you down gently on top of the duvet.

The movement had woken you, and when Arthur came back from getting ready for bed, he saw you sitting up, bleary eyed and staring at the open doorway.

He’d laughed more today than he had in weeks. “Hello, sleeping beauty.”

You blushed. He wondered how far down your blush travelled. Did it spread across your chest like wildfire, just like it did on your face? He stopped those thoughts before they could start. He didn’t need you to see his arousal.

“Sorry I fell asleep.”

Arthur shook his head. “No. You needed it. You work too hard.”

“And you don’t?” You grinned. Everything was so right with Arthur.

Another easy look of understanding was shared between you as you both moved to get comfortable under the covers. As you switched off the bedside light, feeling a thrill run through you with the knowledge that you were sharing a bed with Arthur, you turned over to face him.

“Night.” You leaned over, kissed his mouth, and went to lay down but reality hit you like a bolt of lightning just as Arthur’s own body stiffened beside you.

“Oh my god, Arthur, I - “

Silence. It was uncomfortable, both of you holding your breath as the seconds ticked passed. Both of you were waiting for the other to make the first move.

“D-do you... do you m-mean... mm.” Arthur cut himself off, hiccuped, and you sat up straight and took his hands in yours, squeezing his hands to ground him so that he didn’t burst out with laughter. You took one hand away from him and turned the lamp back on, contorting your arm in a really awkward manner. You needed to be able to see each other in this moment. Arthur didn’t trust words, he didn’t trust people, but he trusted you and he needed to know that what you were about to say was real and true.

“Look at me.” You murmured, keeping your voice quiet, both because you didn’t want to ruin the tranquillity of the moment but also because you just didn’t want to wake up Penny. You could hear her soft snores already.

Arthur’s intense green eyes met yours and he looked like he was ready to be sick. He was scared of what you were going to say, what you were going to do, and whether or not you had meant to kiss him goodnight the way he had seen married couples do on the old films that his mother liked to watch sometimes.

You squeezed his hands and Arthur smiled, unable to help himself. “I see you, I love you, and I never want to be without you.”

His jaw dropped just a little, his grip on your hands slackened slightly, but you gave him space. You gave him the space and the time he needed for his brain to replay the entire evening - answering the door to see you standing there with a look of total love on your face, inviting you in and then the smell of all that food had greeted him, you comforting him in a way no one else ever did, including his mother, sitting with you on the sofa, and now this... He replayed your words again and again, and through it all you were patient and silent. Though you had no real way of knowing because there was no clock in the room, it must have been a good ten minutes before Arthur opened his mouth to finally speak,

“A-are you real?”

Your heart broke and you felt tears threaten to blur your vision. You blinked them back, wrinkled your nose against the impulse to cry, and nodded. “Yes. I’m as real as you are.”

Arthur couldn’t take it anymore. Here was everything he had ever wanted, and all he could do was cry. Tears, hot and heavy, poured down his face and you made a sympathetic noise as you gently wiped every tear away as they fell, lifting yourself up onto your knees so that you could press a tender kiss to his forehead. Arthur laughed quietly at the loving gesture and you smiled against his skin. He was so soft and you completely adored him.

“Oh~, I love you so fucking much.”

Arthur shook his head in disbelief. There was no way he was hallucinating. His mother had seen you, he had eaten the food and he had it in his freezer, and the way you were leaving goosebumps in the wake of your touches told him how real you were.

“I love you too,” He grinned, the gesture free and easy, and this time you did cry. You cried for him, for all the hurt he’d been through, for all the times he’d been stomped on and beaten, torn down and left for dead, abused and manipulated, rejected and shunned. You cried because of him but, most beautifully, you cried with him. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” He repeated this phrase like a mantra, and you breathed in those three words spoken in his soft voice, and felt yourself coming home.

In the morning, you would talk about your next steps as a couple. Things would be awkward until you both settled into a rhythm, until Arthur got used to the fact that he wasn’t alone anymore and that he had someone to share all of his burdens with. But for now you would sleep. You switched the lamp off, got settled back into bed and fidgeted around to get comfortable until Arthur ended up being the little spoon; his legs curled up into the foetal position with your arms locked around him and your nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could rest.

You could rest in the knowledge that you were in love, that you were together and that, with this addictive and altogether surreal emotion to fuel your personal fires, you could take on the fucking world.

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