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escapingpurgatory · 1 year

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Welcome To The Shitshow...

welcome in 🤯 my name is taylor, you can call me tay if you'd like!

facts about me!

i love horror and gore, so please be prepared for that whilst looking at my blog

i'm a cis female, my pronouns are she/her

i'm a metalhead and a punk 🤘

my favorite colors are red and black

i'm bisexual 😱

minor!

If that makes you uncomfortable, no need to follow or interact.

DNI if...

you're homophobic

you're transphobic

you're a nazi

you're racist

you're a pedophile

you're a p0rn blog

you're a terf

you're a z00ph1le

stay away from me and my blog if you are any of these things.

Favorite Bands/Artists

45 grave, 55gore, 6arelyhuman, abscess, acid, acid bath, alex g, alice in chains, anthrax, apati, artillery, autopsy, a7x, ayesha erotica, babes in toyland, bathory, bauhaus, beherit, bethlehem, bikini kill, billy joel, bio-cancer, black flag, black sabbath, blod besvimelse, bodily stew, bolt thrower, bon jovi, bones, bratmobile, cannabis corpse, cannibal corpse, carnivore, car seat headrest, christian death, cigarettes after sex, corneus, the cramps, crass, crystal castles, the cure, cursed pumpkin, dark angel, darkened nocturn slaughtercult, darkthrone, david bowie, dead kennedys, death, deftones, deicide, destruction, doom, the doors, d.r.i., duster, dystopia, ecpatia, the electric hellfire club, entombed, erotic gore cunt, ethel cain, evanescence, exhumed, exodus, fiona apple, fluids, forgotten ruin, forgotten tomb, ghost, ghoul, gorepot, grave, green day, grausemkeit, haggus, happy days, have a nice life, hellhammer, him, hole, hulder, hypothermia, immortal, insane clown posse, iron maiden, jack off jill, joan jett, johnny cash, joy division, këkht arähk, kittie, kmfdm, korn, kreator, kvävning, lana del rey, last days of humanity, leviathan, lifelover, mäleficentt, mayhem, mazzy star, megadeth, melanie martinez, mercyful fate, metallica, mindless self indulgence (fuck jimmy!), ministry, misfits, mitski, morbid, morbid angel, mortician, mortuary drape, mötley crüe, municipal waste, murderdolls, mxmxm, my bloody valentine, my chemical romance, nails, napalm death, nausea, nicole dollanganger, nine inch nails, nirvana, nocturnal depression, nuclear assault, obituary, the offspring, opiated devilsperm, overkill, party cannon, pierce the veil, pink floyd, pisdati bylat, possessed, psychonaut 4, queen, putrid stu, radiohead, rammstein, rob zombie, the runaways, salvia palth, sarcófago, scary bitches, sebum excess production, shining, sign crushes motorist, sisters of mercy, skag, skinny puppy, slayer, sleeping with sirens, slipknot, slowdive, the smashing pumpkins, the smiths, sodom, s.o.d., sorry..., specimen, spectral decay, subhumans, suicidal-idol, suicidal tendencies, system of a down, tankard, tenebris, toxic holocaust, tu carne, tv girl, vampirska, venom, watain, weedeater, whiplash, white zombie, xasthur, and many more!

Favorite Films/TV Shows

orphan, a nightmare on elm street, kill bill vol. 1, death proof, i tonya, scarface, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, the dark knight, billy madison, terrifier, terrifier 2, spider-man (2002), meet the parents, the cable guy, dumb and dumber, the evil dead, evil dead II, studio 666, house of 1000 corpses, morbius, the nightmare before christmas, school of rock, hannibal, the silence of the lambs, speak, pulp fiction, walk the line, the emperor's new groove, kronk's new groove, ratatouille, barbie, joker, beetlejuice, inglorious basterds, django unchained, happy gilmore, wayne's world, beauty and the beast, the princess and the frog, scream, black swan, metal lords, x, pearl, howl's moving castle, christine, mulan (animated!), beavis and butt-head do america, girl interrupted, zoolander, anger management, e.t., the wizard of oz, doctor strange, mr. deeds, twilight, edward scissorhands, coraline, the virgin suicides, a goofy movie, an extremely goofy movie, the great outdoors, superbad, monster house, liar liar, the conjuring, signs, annabelle, annabelle: creation, napoleon dynamite, mean girls, the truman show, the simpons movie, jennifer's body, the menu, clueless, dracula (1931), heathers, american psycho, the breakfast club, thirteen, the craft, disturbing behavior, the shining, hell's kitchen, kitchen nightmares, the simpsons, gilmore girls, death note, beavis and butt-head, wandavision, a series of unfortunate events, brooklyn nine-nine, metalocalypse, hotel hell

That's All! Have A Good Rest Of Your Day/Night. Take Care Of Yourselves!

#get to know me #mine #intro post #blog info #obsessed with how this turned out #blog intro #thrash metal #death metal #grindcore #goregrind #black metal #metal #80s punk #punk #goth music #goth rock #alternative

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tantive404 · 1 year

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Recently, I came across these tweets, and I kind of can’t stop thinking about this.

I adore villain x heroine ships and dynamics, and frequently find myself pondering what it is I love so much about them. One thing I’ve come to notice is this very idea: the importance of the male villain’s desire for her… his near-obsession and the fact that he is threatened by her. And, as mentioned in those tweets, part of what makes that so special is the rarity of seeing men or male characters treat women as being so important, as being valid or worthy of consideration as a threat. To me, it can be almost empowering to explore such dynamics through fiction.

One of my favorite movies, of course, is Star Wars: A New Hope, and primarily because I’ve always been absolutely obsessed with whatever is going on with Leia and Vader and Tarkin there. It always draws me right in… the powerful Dark Lord near-obsessively chasing down this tiny defiant young princess, slaying so many soldiers and going through such effort, so adamant that she be brought to him alive.

And from there, she’s treated as a high-class prisoner, heavily guarded and locked up tight, interrogated ruthlessly… but resisting with all the strength and pride of a leader in an underdog rebel movement. She’s essentially the one who is the key to the entire story.

As for Tarkin, he spends much of his screen time dealing with Leia… focused on how best to break the rebel prisoner who holds such key information in this galaxy-spanning war. Most famously, of course, this is illustrated with the destruction of Alderaan… an entire planet wiped away as an act of spite and a means to manipulate the girl he regards as a critical enemy. He is rather creepy and demeaning to her, too, but this only serves to add to a complex power dynamic worth exploring….

Moreover, I imagine it is rare to see a powerful military man treating a nineteen-year-old young woman as a credible threat to his Empire, but in ANH, it’s very much the case. And with the villain/heroine subtext I rather enjoy envisioning from their little scenes together, it can be quite captivating and unique.

There are a lot of similarly enjoyable pairings in many mahou shoujo series— Usagi and Dimande in Sailor Moon, Ichigo and Kisshu in Tokyo Mew Mew, and all manner of Pretty Cure rarepairs— where young girls simply trying their best are the ultimate key to defeating evil and have an ongoing rivalry/love-hate relationship with the worst of monsters. The subtext in such dynamics is fun to explore just as it popular in fandom to do with many popular male superheroes and their archenemies— Batman and the Joker, for instance.

In fact, even when it comes to the most cliche and stereotypical damsel-in-distress stories, the inciting incident, the villain’s capture of the innocent girl, always comes from his inherent desire for her— whether it be her beauty or status, or some form of obstacle which she presents to his evil plan.

It’s so strange and fascinating to think that these sorts of dynamics, particularly when it comes to ship discourse in fandom, are often decried as “toxic” and “abusive”. It’s not as if there aren’t some very dangerous power dynamics at play— which only makes these relationships that much more fun to explore in fiction— but so too can they truly serve as a power fantasy for women and girls, who are so often told made to feel as if we aren’t important.

Sometimes I just need a villain to chase me across the galaxy and regard me as his “worthy foe”, you know? 🥺🥰

#villain x heroine #enemies to lovers #damsel in distress #terrible analysis by tantive #tarkin x leia #leia and vader #willeia #vaderleia #usagi x dimande #kisshigo #leia organa #darth vader #wilhuff tarkin #i am just having some thoughts ok #I love it when a plucky tiny girl is pursued by a creepy dangerous villain #it’s fun

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lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog · 1 year

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This person made an art of Cure Beauty x Joker, and when I pointed out that the ship is not ok, it is toxic and pedophilic, they replied:

Which doesn't justify them shipping it! You are free to ship what you want! I literally ship sitickfigures and objects from Object shows! But never ship minor characters with adults! And never try to justify lowering their age or making them older! I pointed out all the reasons the ship wasn't ok as well as pointing out other reasons the ship wouldn't be able to be good even if she was the same age! And then this person blocked me! I don't doubt that they didn't even read what I said, they are very ignorant, and don't understand why the ship is not ok.

This makes me uncomfortable, I'm not one to like these ships, as much as I love hugtto, Hana and Gorgue is not a ship that I really like, it makes sense because he would be her husband in the future when and She was already an adult, but it's still weird and not very focused, maybe if there were more interactions between past Hana and past Gorgue maybe it would be less strange and uncomfortable. That would be one of the few things I would change about hugtto. The thing is, in this case, they at least have a reason why they'd be together, it's not a good execution, it's full of flaws and problems, but still, it's not the equal of Beauty and Joker.

But I just want to say is, I don't understand how some people are ok with this ship. And I'm glad I got blocked by this person, at least I don't have to go through that post every time I wanted to see about precure on Tumblr!

Sorry for my state today, this is all honestly very stressful...

#precure #pretty cure #Notice

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carpexiem · 2 years

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my love

PAIRING! sunghoon x reader/oc (tbh, it's open for interpretation)

GENRE! some romantic angst

A/N! just a small poetic brain dump, formatted in diary entries,,, which ended up in me thinking that sunghoon would probably write this.

enjoy <3

WARNINGS! none

PERMANENT TAGLIST! @soobin-chois

22 . O3

her eyes that hold the stars from the night's hold, that plunge the moon into a waters of jealousy and vengeance

she takes place of the sun, the sun, once forgotten, twice forgotten, for they she lay, glowing, exuberance laced in her blood,

of her, nature wants to be

with her, i want to be

23 . O3

an angel's melody, her voice was rich, arabian soul and flesh, honey dripped from her lips, staining the colourless

a swirl of vibrance, of life in which a mortal could not claim in its first breath

for she gave me life, one unfathomable

24 . O3

our toes skim aphrodite's pool, our touch ripples through the waters, a twinkle in the night sky like a falling diamond

slipping through the grip of zeus, into the mouth of hades

a silence that strangles, a bruise painting that skin

that skin that tangled with thorns of roses

please talk to me, my love

13 . O4

a reverie, foolish state, that drowns the mind, with falsehood and pity

crashing down into truth's arms, that stab you with the sword

that guarded the garden of eden

temptation crawling the skin of lucifer, poison the seed of the fruit

snow white, a deep slumber

of greed and guilt

a prince that does not deserveth to be

18 . O4

a woven silk, threads softly through your fingers, attenuated, adorned with the ethiopian riches

a subtle gesture, which lures me closer to my end, the biting bath penetrates, my heart belong no more, an abyss retains the outburst that riddles my body numb

29 . O4

like a starved man, i crave your indulgence of love, that struck me dumb, gaping at your wisdom

allow my fingertips to trace the contortions of your reddened cheek, the infidelity; a pungence that tugs tears from my eyes

the ugly side to you, the beautiful side of you, co-exist in harmony that trickles content through your arteries

your crying gaze meets mine, i hear the screams that deafen the deafened

allow my lips to sing a knight's hymn upon yours, glee dancing on the waves of your touch, burning my skin into a paralysis of serenity's oasis

allow my love to lock with yours,

my love

O5 . O5

you collect neptune's tears in a jar, the colours of ache, an artifact worth a museum's show

i watch from the other side of the glass, palpitations striking the chest, which it had been confined in

your smile that cured my heart's deplete, rooting from the whispers of another's, curling, mimicking the joker's snarl, sin scratched his lips black

14 . O5

a season's death, a summer's birth

the snores of my sleepless nights, resonating in my head

yeah, my head that thinks about you til the night runs nigh, soaking my skin in the pity glow of the stone

that mockingly marches through the sky

cackles echoes like a whale's call, dissipating into the dust of the dead

the cake, bitter

not enough sugar, recoils in disgust, the hatred undertone peeking through the blinds that reflect the happiness, snaking slyly through the oriphaces

happiness

to hell with that bullshit.

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bored-mumma · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan - Fluff Alphabet

MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes version

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

He loves your passion. How even little things in life can get you excited and happy. He also loves your strong will. You two being in the lime light takes a strong personality and you match that perfectly.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

He really wants kids. He likes to imagine Sunday mornings, your children waking you up and you all making breakfast before spending the day playing games and just being a close family. Nothing makes him happier than thinking of his future family.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

No matter how warm the nights get, Sebastian likes to be snuggled entirely under the blankets. Usually one of you will be spooning the other but if its too hot then just either your legs or arms are slightly tangled.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Sebastian doesn’t do ‘little’ dates. He sweeps you off your feet every single time. You’ll come home from work expecting a normal evening at home to find some new fancy clothes and jewellery lying down on your bed, along with a note telling you what time to be ready by. Bang on time, Sebastian knocks on the door (you live together but why not be romantic and come pick you up like he used too) with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Before driving to a beautiful restaurant, champagne sitting there waiting. All evening he would throw compliments at you, repeating his love. If you felt like it, you two would go for a walk along the sea front or just drive randomly and talk away.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my light.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

He couldn’t really give a proper time when he knew he was falling for you. It just kind of happened! He knew he missed you when you were gone, even if you spent all day together. He knew he dreamt of waking up to your face everyday and he knew his heart skipped a beat every time you kissed him. One day he just realised ‘holy shit, i love you’.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

I = Impression. First impression/s?

You two got along very well. Your personalities just clicked and the two of you became friends fast. It took a few months, but that friendship soon turned into love.

J- Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

He loves them, a lot more than you did. Barely a day went by that Sebastian didn’t play some sort of joke on you. Usually you find it funny and playful but other days you want to slap his pretty face.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Most of the time Sebastian will hold your chin with his finger and thumb, tilt your head up and kiss you deeply. Although sometimes he’ll be a little more rough and grab your waist, pulling you towards him.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You do. After a particularly breath taking date and nearly six months together, you finally felt as though you were ready to say those words. When you uttered those words, Sebastian grinned at you before saying it back.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

You two were walking home from a lovely date night a restaurant. You both had a few drinks so couldn’t drive and you were struggling to catch a taxi so decided to take a longer walk across the parks. It was a stunning night and half way home, he placed his jacket on the ground and the two of you lied down, watching the stars and resting your feet. Feeling merry anyway from the drinks flowing through you, you lied there for nearly an hour, just joking together and sharing kisses. Going from the last letter, this was the moment you looked up at each other and said I love you for the first time.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

You are so, so spoilt. Literally anything your eyes land on, Sebastian will buy it for you. Even stuff you had never seen or even heard of, if he thinks you’ll like it, he’ll buy it, Date night? He’s got you some new clothes and jewellery for it. Anniversary? You cant see the floor in your home from all the gifts. And birthdays are just insane with the amount of stuff he gets you.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Sky Blue. A lovely calm, stunning colour that reminds him of summer days. Days he loved to spend with you. He would often buy you some sky blue jewellery, making a matching dress too.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

You two are cringe as hell and like to think of the most sickening names for each other as possible. Bunny, sugar-plum, precious. Just as cringy as possible to make each other laugh.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Sebastian's a simple man and loves the simple things. One of those things is a gentle bike ride. On a hot day with the cold breeze cooling him, he loved to just bike through the country and forget about life's trouble for a while.

R = Rainy Day

A busy man leads a busy life. Rain or shine, his days barely change. Although on the rare days you both have a day together with nothing to do and its pouring it down outside, he was known to drag you out in it. Whether to just dance in the back garden or to go for a quick run, Sebastian loved to just be out in the rain for a while with you. It felt like a reset for you both and it was those moments you treasured the most.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

As most people know, Sebastian talks to his therapist often. You try not to pry too much, knowing if he wants to share his feelings with you, he will. But you can always tell when he’s feeling a bit down. It’s usually cured with a cup of tea, cuddles and you dragging your nails gently across his skin to make him feel relaxed. Sometimes he’ll talk to you about what’s bothering him, other times he just wants to feel your touch.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

You two are low key conspiracy theorists. You will often find you both having deep conversations about a theory you saw online or about a new documentary. Whether it was something like aliens exist all the way to the queen is a lizard, you two would have debated on it.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

As said above, he loves to feel your nails dragging across his skin. He felt most relaxed when lying in bed on his stomach, you lying beside him and dragging your nails along his spine. He would get Goosebumps from it and always felt like he could fall asleep right there and then.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

You and your career! Sebastian was your number one fan and would brag about your acting success every chance he could. Even if he’s doing an interview about his own movie, he’ll still slip in there how proud he is of your new project. He couldn’t help it.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

It was your two year anniversary and you two decided to take a week off of work. Nothing special planned, just a week to relax and actually get to enjoy one another's company. Sebastian watched you with admiration as you cooked dinner, watching the way you sung along to the radio and how you refused to let him help, insisting on spoiling him. As you stood at the stove, Sebastian walked to the bedroom and grabbed a little box from his bedside drawers. Going back to the kitchen, he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.

“This wasn’t how i planned it,” He said, letting go of your slightly to open the box and show a beautiful ring. “But i couldn't wait any longer. Will you marry me?”

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

wonderful tonight - Eric Clapton

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the honey to my bee.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Sebastian has always wanted a dog! You two ended up adopting a puppy together.

#sebastian stan #imagine sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff alphabet #fluff alphabet #bored-mumma #fluff #sebastian stan alphabet

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astranne · 3 years

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FanFiction.net MASTERLIST

Here are the FanFiction I’ve read on FanFiction.net. Hope you’ll enjoy!

For each recommendation I’ve linked the story to the title and wrote/copied a little summary. Please remember that many stories are rated M or E, if not stronger. Read on your own risk!

justhugefangirl’s masterlist

fanfiction recommendation masterlist

Love’s Labour Found by Peanutbuttertoast1

The War may be over, but Hermione Granger's life is just starting as her true heritage is revealed. Being the Heir to the Throne of England and a real life Princess is just the beginning of Hermione's story...but how will the Wizarding World react when they learn the Golden Girl and Gryffindor Princess is really a real life Royal?

This fanfic os one of my favourites, read it already three times- I can’t. It’s perfect, okay? For me it’s perfect.

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A Witch in Gotham by Peanutbuttertoast1

After the Second Wizarding War, a curse rips through the Magical World, leaving devastation in its wake. Hermione Granger is tasked to find the reason, and the cure before more lives are lost. Retreating into the Muggle World to start over, Hermione finds her way to Gotham City as Mia Black, Head of the Black Foundation. Her decision to help the Batman changes her life forever.

A perfect crossover- honestly, this author is perfect. As well this story. I don’t link more of the authors work but there are some other ones which are just ... perfect.

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Mischief Managed by fringeperson

A man with black hair, green eyes and pale skin watched over a child with black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a variant of the Elder Futhark rune Sowilo etched upon his brow.

Mischief Mastered (part of story)

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Green Eyes and Red Hair by fringeperson

He was a practical joker with messy black hair. She was a talented woman with bright red hair. It turned out that they both had green eyes. Their daughter, when she came, was untouchable for more reasons than one. Loki-is-James, Natasha-is-Lily, Rogue-is-Fem!Harry.

I love the relationship between Loki and Natasha :)

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Love on Her Arm by Eye Greater Than Three

During a trip to Gringotts, Hyacinthe Potter discovered she met her soulmate, William Weasley. Bill/Hyacinthe. female!Harry.

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The Winter Witch by Kneazle

Hermione realized it began with a sense of Impending Doom and finished with a battle outside her tent. The deciding line between staying and helping Robb Stark, or returning to her universe, is getting harder to see the longer she's in Westeros. But it's a decision that she has to make, or it's one that will be made for her. Part 1 & Part 2 complete! Part 3 now ongoing.

This... is one of my favourites crossovers,,, the slowburn between Hermione and Robb,,, and it’s so fluff,,, I’m such a sucker for dark stories but this is just pureness and ugh-

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Moratorium by Darkpetal16

Harry Potter could never be the hero. But, she might make a great villain. Satire. Parody. -COMPLETE- F!Harry Fem!Harry Gray!Harry.

Uhm- this is one of the darker fics I love. It’s very good written, cause of this I really don’t mind the ship fem!Harry x Tom Riddle

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A Life Twice Lifed by Nemesis13

Draco Malfoy died at the venerable age of 107, and who awaited him at the crossroads? His mother? His wife? No, it had to be his eccentric former rival, eventual best friend, and far too often partner in chaos Harry Potter. Oh, and of course he had a deal to offer Draco to live his life anew, and obviously there was a caveat to it all that he wasn't privy to, damn Potters.Fem!Draco

Ahh, Drarry. How I love this ship

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Persephone by dulce.de.leche.go

Better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path. Better still to be the consort of Hades than a part of his collection of souls. Ten years after Voldemort has won the war, Hermione reaches a breaking point and shreds the flow of time to change her future. If she can't change the world, she will change her place in it. Extremely dark Tomione/Volmione. Warnings inside.

As already written in the summary, this fic is hella dark. So if you don’t like dark fics (especially with all the warnings mentioned in the first chapters) don’t read. I still love it tho-

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The Muddy Princess by Colubrina

Just another Pureblood!Hermione story. A hidden adoption revealed, a brother found, a new world to figure out: "What are you hoping for?" he asked as they stood ready to do the spell. "I don't know," Hermione admitted. "You?" His knuckles were white on his wand. "A sister," he said, his voice very low, "I'm hoping for a sister."

There are more stories from this author which are just- awesome and absolutly perfect, like the next ones. Since they have over 60, I won’t link every work here.

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Lady of the Lake by Colubrina

Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear. Dark Dramione. COMPLETE

This is perfection. Nothing more to say.

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Dark Cherry Chapstick by Colubrina

Hermione returns for an optional 8th year after the war and Draco Malfoy, also back at Hogwarts at his mother's request, notices she's changed. A brief dip into the 'makeover' trope AND the 'goth' trope in one fic. ONE SHOT. Dramione.

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The Green Girl by Colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Darkish Dramione. COMPLETE

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The Last Peverell by animerocker 646

Being the Master of Death made life difficult, especially when you need to save all of magical Europe from inbreeding its way to extinction. At least Death was enjoying watching his Master attempt this over and over again. Harry didn't find it nearly as entertaining. Well, tenth times the charm right? (FemHarry)

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Soft, Low, English Accent by Tsume Yuki

'God, you've got a beautiful voice.' Hariel always found it funny, that of all the things her soulmate could take note of -the messy hair, the bright green eyes, the scar- it's her voice he points out first. FemHarryxMatt

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Bless the Broken Road by Tempestas D. Uzu

Her resolve crumbled in the face of Pietro Maximoff's scruffy good looks and warm blue eyes, and she found herself falling for another person who would be doomed to die for her selfishness. (One Shot)(fem!HarryXPietro)(cannon-divergent)(full warnings inside)

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The Death of Natasha Romanoff by Philosophize

While helping to stop Stane, Natasha encounters a face she never thought she'd see again. Forced to deal with memories, decisions, and a life she thought she'd long left behind, will she survive the emotional upheaval, not to mention the rampaging, homicidal Stane? Or will she have to face her fears & transform herself, becoming once again what she once was? AU; fem!Harry; femslash

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Code Of Conduct by tlyxor1

A year after the war, Gwen Potter joins SHIELD. It's a life in the shadows, and a perpetual dance with death, but for the Witch Who Won, SHIELD - and Clint Barton - is exactly what she needs. She just doesn't know it yet. AU. Clint/Gwen. Fem!Harry. Pre-MCU. Post-Hogwarts, Post OOTP. Discontinued.

It already says it’s not finished,,, but oh well- I still liked it.

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The Almost Forgotten Marriage Contract of 1763 by worldtravellingfly

What would you do when suddenly confronted with a 200+ years old marriage contract by a teen and her lawyer? Run for the hills? Call the nice guys with the white jackets? Certainly not - agree? Well, Tony Stark always was a bit unique.

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Some Hearts by sakurademonalchemist

Robin Black was a bound witch. However, as the new Mistress of Death she was able to break free to Asgard and prepare to reap her vengeance. What she didn't count on was falling for a certain green-eyed, silver-tongued God of Mischief or being hit by Time Sand before the war restarted. Can she make her way back to Loki, or will she be stuck on Earth? FEM HARRY! YOU WERE WARNED!

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A Man of Honor by bloomsburry-dhazel

One day, Lyanna Stark discovers an unconscious man in the Wolfswood. Not knowing who he is, she takes him back to Winterfell where he is nurse back to health... Steve Rogers can't remember what happened to him, or how he ends up there, but he does remember who he is. He is Captain America, and somehow he has become Lyanna Stark's sworn shield.

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The Origin of The Black Widow by The Black Shadowx

The story of how the Black Widow became to be. detailed description of her life in the Red Room and what happened when she defected. this is my own creation so if things appear that is not in the comics thats the reason. i don't things can ever be too far stretched so excuse me if it gets weird. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH MARVEL . WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY

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lovelydayintheneighborhood · 4 years

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Hanahaki Disease (Jason Todd x FemReader)

Summary: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned.

Warnings: none

Rating: G

A/N: “you made flowers grow in my lungs, and although they are beautiful I can’t breathe.”

This is the first work I ever posted, so I think it’s fitting that it’s the first one to bring back!

It started two years ago, after patrol one night. You were the newest addition to Batman’s unending stock of adopted orphans, and had taken up the mantle of Oracle after Babs went back to being Batgirl. You were listening to comm’s when you overheard voices in the cave. That was odd; it was too early for anyone to be back yet.

As the voices got louder, you recognized them as Bruce and Jason’s. It wasn’t uncommon for them to argue, so you just continued with what you were doing until they reached the cave.

“You’re staying here tonight,” Bruce said. His face was blank but his voice had a hint of the earlier anger behind it.

“The hell I am!” Jason was not so held back. He let his outrage show on his face and in his voice, and reached to put his helmet back on his head.

Instead of fighting back, Bruce let out an exasperated sigh and turned to face the computer screens you were sitting in front of.

“It’s too dangerous.” He entered a code into the keyboard before either you or Jason could move, and 2 inches thick of unbreakable glass sprung up that kept Jason from moving more than 10 feet in any direction. Your jaw dropped. You were astonished that Bruce would go that far, even as stubborn as he is. He turned to you.

“Under no circumstances are you to let him out until I get back.” He sounded like a dad lecturing his children. You guessed that in a sense, he kind of was, but you and Jason couldn’t be further from siblings.

With that, he left a seething Jason in your hands.

“I do dangerous things all the damn time! That’s the way it’s been since the very beginning!” He yelled after the Dark Knight. You felt a twinge of guilt, even though you didn’t show it.

You went back to doing what you were supposed to and ignored his presence. Eventually, he spoke up.

“Let me out.” You turned your head to face him and raised an eyebrow. His arms were crossed and his shoulders were set.

“I will do no such thing,” you countered. “If Batman thinks it’s too dangerous for you to be out there, then he’s probably right.” You weren’t entirely sure why Bruce was keeping him captive, but you didn’t want him hurt. Or worse, dead again.

“I can handle myself. Neither of you get to decide what I’m going to do!” He threw his hands down to his sides in frustration and started pacing the 10 foot radius.

You sighed, and turned around in your wheelie chair. It sucked being in the cave all night while everyone else was a part of the action; you knew.

“I know you think he doesn’t trust you, but he just doesn’t want your temper to get the best of you. He’s afraid you’ll lash out at the wrong moment and get yourself killed.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“That’s not his place. Or yours. And since when can’t I keep my head, Princess?” Your nostrils flared at the nickname. You whipped around in your chair.

“Since you go after the Joker every damn time he shows up. Since you kill every thug you come across. You’re so damn selfish that you can’t put your own vengeance behind the lives at risk!” You said frustratedly. You hadn’t meant to say that, it had come out unexpectedly.

He was quiet for a moment.

“You really think that, y/n?” He finally said, and looked up. “You think that I do it for the vengeance? For myself?” His stare was intense, and you felt the urge to look away but forced yourself not to.

“I do it for the kids who have to stay on the streets with those bastards at night; for the women who look over their shoulders constantly for rapists; for all the people who have been terrorized by these assholes and can’t sleep at night, wondering when they’ll be back. And no, I don’t kill all of them. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. But the big guns, the ones like Joker who’ve killed hundreds, probably thousands and aren’t about to stop? Hell yeah.” He continued his pacing after that.

That’s when it became hard to breathe.

You were stunned speechless. Jason Todd wasn’t vulnerable ever, and now you were ashamed you had said anything in the first place.

The comm’s buzzed to life a moment later, and you could practically feel him stop and stare at the back of your head.

“I need backup on Crime Alley. The Joker hired the thugs that were at the shooting as a distraction. He’s planted a bomb somewhere in Gotham and the others are working to find it.”

Everyone else was busy or out of town on other business. You bit your lip and braced yourself for what you were going to do. You could probably get one of the others to go, but he was right; he should be allowed to decide what to do for himself. And you’d forced him to open up, so you felt like you owed him somehow.

“Red Hood will be at your location in approximately 7 minutes.”

“Roger that.”

You lowered the glass shield and turned around in your chair to face his surprised figure.

“Don’t make me regret this, Todd.”

He winked at you with a smirk on his face. “Later, Princess.”

After everyone got back from patrol that night and Bruce had finished lecturing you, you were alone in your room and started having bad chest pains. You blew it off, until you started coughing and blood came up. It could’ve been nearly anything else, but something in your mind told you it wasn’t.

No no no, you thought. Not this. Tears welled up in your eyes, and soon enough petals were coming up with the blood.

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Now, it was two years later and the disease had just gotten worse and worse. You made sure to leave no sign of the blood or flowers, and even moved out of Wayne Manor when the episodes became more frequent. You didn’t know how long people usually took, but you didn’t think it would be much longer.

You couldn’t complain too much though, because you and Jason had gotten closer. That was a bonus. By now you considered him your best friend, even if he didn’t in return.

You hadn’t told anybody, and as observant as your family of detectives were, you were sure none of them knew. You were trained by the best, after all.

It was the night before Christmas, and you came over to help Alfred bake cookies. The rest of the family would be arriving soon as well. You felt the familiar rise of pain in your chest, and excused yourself to the bathroom.

The doorbell rang, and you jumped, thinking it was someone near the bathroom at first. You quickly attempted to clean up the blood and shoved the petals in a vase that was on a small table in the bathroom.

You breathed in quickly, the whoosh of air weaving through the flowers in your lungs audible, and then you went back to meet the newest guests.

Cass and Steph had apparently finished their last-minute shopping spree, judging by the bags littering the kitchen table, and Dick was attempting to steal bits of cookie dough behind Alfred’s back, albeit unsuccessfully. When you tried to take a look into one of the many bags, Steph swatted your hand away.

“Hey, no peeking!” She exclaimed. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” you said with a smile playing at your lips. You enjoyed how even though the entire family had all probably tried to kill each other at some point, they really loved each other and valued the things that mattered. You only wished that the one who mattered the most to you valued you just as much.

“Ahem.” Speak of the devil. Jason stood in the doorway, his face oddly blank for Christmas Eve. Even though he was a bit of a grinch, he didn’t scowl quite as much during the holidays.

“Y/n, can we talk?” You raised an eyebrow and followed him out into the hall. He kept going though, and you were even more confused but followed him anyways.

He turned the corner into the bathroom, pulled you in quickly and shut the door.

“Jason, wh-“

“What is this?” His stare was intense, and he was pointing at a flower-filled vase. Your heart dropped. You did your best to keep your face neutral, and looked him in the eye.

“I don’t know wha-“

“Don’t lie to me.” He cut you off again. “The petals in this vase are covered in blood.”

“That could’ve been anyone,” You countered, but you both knew it was absolute bullshit. His brow furrowed, and he was quiet for a moment. You could see the worry in his eyes, and God, did you feel guilty when he looked at you like that.

“Y/n,” he spoke in a soft tone with pleading eyes.

“I’m- I’m sorry, I just can’t-“ suddenly you broke down coughing with tears trailing from your eyes, and grabbed the sink to brace yourself. Your head started spinning, and the sounds around you became muted, but you thought you heard Jason calling your name.

“Y/n!” His hands searched your body, looking for the small words that would tell him who had done this to you, and maybe even save your life.

“Y/n- talk to me dammit!” Seconds later, you felt his hands stop roaming and his fingers tilted your face to his. You knew he was speaking but you couldn’t register his words, they weaved in and out of focus.

“I love you, I love you so much, so much y/n,” you heard him say loudly. “Please don’t go, please...”

Suddenly everything stopped. The world stopped spinning, your ears stopped ringing, you stopped hacking up blood and petals.

You could finally breathe again.

Jason’s eyes were wide and he was staring at you in disbelief. Out of nowhere his arms were wrapped tightly around you.

“Y/n..” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “I thought..” You looked up at him, and your eyes widened as your jaw dropped. Tears were streaming down his face.

“Jason.. I’m so sorry,” you said and leaned into his touch. Your brow furrowed as you went over the events of the past few minutes. How in the hell..?

“Jay?”

“Hm?” His eyes opened to look at you, though you don’t know when he closed them. His breathing had thankfully evened out.

“What.. what did you say? I wasn’t- I’m not sure if I heard you correctly.” You searched his face for signs of something, anything. He took you by surprise by cupping your cheek and pulling you closer, so that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“I love you, y/n.” Then he leaned forward and pulled you into a slow, lingering kiss. You pulled back with tears in your eyes, and rested your forehead against his with a goofy smile on your face. You finally had the man that you had loved for so very long.

“I love you too, Jason.” With that, you pulled him back into a kiss.

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rawritzrobin · 4 years

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Angel Amongst Bats Chapter 4

Title: Angel Amongst Bats

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (My OC)

Warnings: Cursing, past major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: Tim spills the beans as Stella finally gets the answers she is looking for.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

A/N: Yes, I am aware that Renegade was Dick's character. But I liked the name for Jason instead (:

Chapter 4: Answers

Stella stared at Tim’s outstretched hand for a few seconds.

She was confused at the gesture. What did he mean by nice to meet you? They have been friends for years. Just then, it hit her. If she really died when she was a teen in this world, she never would’ve met him.

She shakes her head, rubs the back of her head with her left hand and shakes his right hand with her other hand. “Stella! Sorry. I kinda forgot where I was for a second there.”

They shook hands for a few seconds and pulled apart.

“Alfred. Do you mind if I steal Stella from you for a while?”

Alfred smiles down at Tim. “Of course not.” He nods in Stella’s direction. Stella smiles nervously.

“That is, only if you want to.”

“Of course!” Stella was more than willing. Maybe Tim would finally tell her why everyone is avoiding her questions about Jason in this universe. She stepped behind Tim’s wheelchair and wheeled him towards what she knew was Tim’s favorite place in the manor.

Once they were settled deep inside the gardens of Wayne Manor, Stella took a seat on one of the many wicker chairs surrounding them. It was a nice sunny fall day. There was a chill to the air, but that just made the sun more welcoming. Stella and Tim both stared into the beautiful greenery around them for a few moments. The silence was welcomed.

Stella was the first one to break the ice.

“So. You said Jason threw you off a building? Care to elaborate?” Stella asked curiously. Her elbows resting on her thighs and her chin resting on her hands.

Tim chuckles. “Do you want the full story that leads up to that? Or just that part of the story.”

“What do you think?”

“Well I can’t give you the full story since I joined the team late. But I can tell the things I have heard. It all started when you died.”

Stella nods. It was still weird for her to hear that she was dead in this universe. She was dead and yet life goes on. The world continues to function without you. It was surreal.

“Jason blamed Bruce. He kept repeating over and over again that he should have went for you first. It was already too late by then. And well, after the funeral, Jason sort of snapped. He left the manor one night and broke into Arkham.”

Stella listened intently, leaning closer to Tim. He went on.

“He took the Joker from his cell, and broke him out. Jason ripped the tracker in his arm off so that made it impossible to track him. It took them nearly 2 weeks to find him. By that time it was too late. Based on what they found it looked like Jason tortured him for a few days before leaving him to die, drowning in his own blood.”

Stella covered her mouth with her hands in shock. Jason hated the Joker, but she could never imagine him torturing Joker until he died. But then again, he had Stella to calm him down when he lost his temper. She wondered if he could really pull that off if she was the one who died that night. She thinks back to the day she tried to take her own life, how empty she felt without him.

Yeah, she could see Jason snapping the same way she almost did.

“He disappeared for a few years after that.” Tim continued. “That was when I joined. I only heard stories about what happened. I never even met him at that point. A year in we ran across a string of murders. Each as violent as the next. The only thing connecting them was the fact that they were all drug dealers. We didn’t put two and two together until one day we caught him, in the middle of killing Black Mask.”

Stella was silent. Her brain still trying to comprehend everything Tim has told her so far.

“He was wearing a black motorcycle type helmet. Called himself ‘Renegade’. It wasn’t until we caught a sample of his blood off Black Mask’s corpse that we realized it was him. The first time Dick and Bruce confronted him Dick ended up with a broken leg and Bruce nearly came home in pieces. Ever since then he’s just been sort of around. His latest victim was the Penguin.”

Stella gasped. “What?!” She asks.

Tim sighs. “Yeah. After that he sort of took over Gotham as one of the big crime lords. We tried to talk to him. One by one. But he wouldn’t listen. Well, when it was my turn he was furious. Called me ‘replacement’ before beating the shit out of me, and throwing me off a building. And well, here we are.” He says gesturing to his wheelchair.

At this point Stella was at the edge of her seat. She wanted nothing more than to return to her own world. Hearing such stories about the man she loved, even in a different dimension, was heartbreaking.

“The fall severed my lower nerves from my vertebra. I landed directly on the side of a trash can. The pain was excruciating, at first. But then everything went numb. Doctors are trying to find a cure, but I know better. I’ve actually gotten used to this by now. I kinda hated patrol anyways. I would much rather be on the computer supporting the team you know? Like a sort of watcher. Or…”

“Oracle.” Stella finished.

Tim smiles, “Yeah. Thats a good codename actually. Might have to take that one from you.”

“Well it’s not mine to take. You see back in my world…” Stella goes on, telling Tim the details from her world.

The two talk for hours. Exchanging stories from their own world. Stella tells Tim her Jason’s story. How he died, came back to life, and went mad before finally settling down with the Bat family once more. She told him how the Tim in her world was currently donning the name ‘Red Robin’. How the Joker in her world took away Barbara’s ability to walk..

Tim listened intently. Taking in every story and noting every difference between their worlds. Little did they know, Bruce was also listening in from the Batcave, through a few bugs he had planted in the garden.

By the time Stella was finishing her part of the story, Dick, Barbara, Damian, and even Alfred were gathered around the Bat computer. Barbara shivered at the Joker story, Dick pulled her into his arms.

“And that’s that. I was actually waiting for Jason to get back from patrol when I was sent here. By who and how I still don’t know. And believe me, even though my Jason seems a lot less violent than yours, there’s a running list of people who would love to get revenge on him.”

Stella lays back on the chair she was sitting in and sinks in. Closing her eyes, she slowly takes in everything Tim has just told her. So Jason did exist in this universe. He was just a psychotic murderer who was also a crime lord, but he also kills bad guys. Not to mention the fact that he has tried to murder each and every member of the family. Even Alfred apparently.

Tim studied her. To him she seemed like just your average girl. He couldn’t believe that this was the girl Jason went on a murder rampage for. She seemed so, normal. Sweet even. How did Jason land a girl like her? What was their story?

Stella sits back up. “Wait. So now that I have the full story. Can you tell me why Conner seems to despise me? By the looks of it he never even met this worlds version of me.”

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, he blames Jason for what happened to me. I have told him over and over again that Jason’s not in his right mind, but he still wants to kill him. I guess to him, knowing that you were the reason Jason snapped, he blames you for what happened to me.”

Stella raises her eyebrows. “First off, I am not the same Stella in this world, though she does sound cool. Second, it’s not like I did it on purpose. And third, IM NOT EVEN FROM THIS WORLD! And it’s not like I wanted to die!” She screams as she crosses her arms in and angry puff.

Tim smiles at her sheepishly. “I know. But he’s been extra protective of me ever since it happened.”

Stella wiggles her eyebrows at him. “Im guessing you two are dating in this universe too?”

Tim blushes. “Yeah. Is the Tim in your world with Conner too?” He asks.

“Pftt. No. They both have the hots for each other. But they’re both too proud to admit anything. It will probably take a life changing moment for those two to get together. Like..”

“Like the accident that brought Conner and I together in this world.” Tim finishes.

Stella looks at Tim sadly. “I’m sorry.” She looks down at her feet.

Tim rolls his chair closer to where Stella was sitting. He places his arm gently on her shoulder. She looks up.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not any of our faults.”

“Except that stupid clown.” Stella mutters under her breath.

Tim sighs. “Yeah.” He says as he turns to face someone. “Hey Alfred.”

Stella turns around to see Alfred approaching them. It was then she realized the sun had set, and it was already night time.

“Master Tim, Bruce is looking for you. Something has come up and they require your help.”

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x OC #Stella Convington #Red Hood #DCU #Alternate Universe #Fanfiction #iwritethings #alfred pennyworth #Tim Drake #Renegade

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raven-romanoff · 5 years

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I See You

(Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader) Okay, here we go. I had this plot from the very beginning, but got a bit carried away in the process, so I just hope this one is not too awful X)

Nothing too explicit, so I guess PG-13 will be safe.

When the police car rode past you, you couldn’t believe your eyes – he was there, the one the whole city was bustling about. You reached out your hand as if you were about to wave at him… The next moment an ambulance dashed from around the corner and hit the police car with shattering force. Horrified, you froze; your heart stopped, your chest clenched painfully. This just couldn’t be, after you’ve just barely found him!

- No…

You rushed to the ruined car – he was lying there, in the backseat, all bloody and unmoving.

- No, no, - you kept uttering under your breath, trying to open the door, but to no avail – it was too deformed. Two guys, masked as everybody else in the street, approached. They pulled him out of the window and carefully laid him onto the hood. You climbed there too and bent over him to check his pulse. Finally, you heard his heartbeat. It was feeble, but constant. You let out a ragged breath.

- He’s alive, just knocked out, - you said to the silent crowd around.

You gently put his head onto your lap and stroked his face.

- Wake up, please, - you said, cupping his cheek.

He was totally still, but after a while he stirred, and his eyes fluttered open.

- Hey. You are back, - you smiled down at him, trying to blink away the tears brimming your eyes.

When his gaze focused, the first thing he saw was you. For a long moment he just looked at you. He blinked slowly, and as he started taking in his surroundings, he realized you were still holding him. He lifted his head to see the people gesturing to him to rise. Their faces were hidden, but he could see the gleam in their eyes. Because HE was there. In their eyes, there was silent praise, acceptance and loyalty. Because right then, he was their KING. And it was his moment of glory.

He rose slowly, as you slid down from the car, and opened his arms, smiling. He danced, as the crowd cheered. He swirled around, and when he turned back, there was a new, a brighter smile painted on his face. The crowd roared, as you watched him with delight. Then, a different sound came – police sirens – getting closer by the second. People ran as he was looking where the sound was coming from. You grabbed his hand, pulling him down.

- Run!

And you ran. You led him into the narrow passage, where your motorbike was parked. You hopped on, and he followed your suit. You turned to look at him.

- Hold on!

When his arms circled your waist, you sped off. Very soon the sirens faded away completely, and you rode on almost deserted highway into safety.

You were trying not to think of what his hands on you made you feel like. You imagined it so many times before, though it never involved anything remotely dangerous, let alone a severe car crash or police. You just couldn’t wait to get home. You wanted to make sure he was OK, but there was no point asking now because of the noise. So you glanced in the mirror to check up on him, and saw that he was watching you with a curious look on his face. You winked and flashed a smile at him. His eyes gleamed, and he returned the smile. You sped up, and in a few minutes you drove into your backyard. You parked the bike and sat facing him.

- They will never find you here. It is safe, - you smiled again.

- Do you live here? – He asked, glancing around. – Is this your house?

- It used to be a factory, but now it only looks like one. Yes, I do, and you can stay as long as you like.

He looked back at you, a mixture of emotions on his face.

- But – why are you helping me? I mean, thank you for getting me away, but -

- This is why.

His make-up was smeared, the wind tangled his hair, but he still looked dazzling, and most of all you wanted to touch him. So you did. You lifted in your seat and put your hands onto his chest. You leaned in and kissed him. Under your right palm you felt his heart giving a jolt. You whimpered and pressed your lips to his more firmly. He grabbed your head, and soon you were giving each other more heated, open-mouth kisses. Shivers were running through your body, your head swam, and you only wanted to get closer to him. Short of breath, you two leaned into each other, your foreheads touching.

Suddenly, he sagged and nearly fell, but you caught him around his middle.

- It’s OK, I got you. Let’s get you in bed. You really need to rest - you got a nasty blow in your head… Can you walk?

- Yeah, I think so…

- Just hold onto me, - you put his left arm across your shoulders and supported him with your right.

You slowly walked him into your house and led to the bathroom.

- I have to check your wounds, but first we need to wash away all this blood for now it’s hard to say where they are and how many.

You let the water running to fill up the tub and went to get some clothes and a towel for him. The fluffiest one.

- Tell me if you need my help, okay? - You said, handing the towel to him. - I just wanna make sure you don’t faint in the water.

- Nah, I’ll be alright, - he said softly, unbuttoning his vest.

- Good.

Just when you were about to leave, he spoke again:

- Wait…

- Yes?

He looked at you for a long moment and said:

- Thank you.

- Sure, - you smiled at him warmly and left.

You went to your room to make a bed for him, and after few minutes you headed back to the bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit on the way. You peered inside to see him standing by the mirror and examining his reflection.

- Ready? – You stepped inside. – C’mon, sit here.

He obeyed and looked at you expectantly.

- First I need to make sure nothing is broken. It might hurt, so - sorry about that.

- Sure you’re not gonna hurt me like that ambulance? – he suggested with a corner of his mouth curled up.

You chuckled.

- Okay, let’s get this done.

You carefully examined his head for wounds. There was a large bump on the right side, where the blow came. He flinched when you touched it.

- Sorry! It doesn’t look so bad though… You definitely have a concussion, but I hope there’s no internal bleeding. Here, hold it there.

You handed him a pack of ice you brought with the kit. As he pressed the ice to his head, you addressed the cuts on his face and hands. His back was covered with nasty-looking bruises, and your chest tightened at the sight of it, but thankfully, nothing was broken.

- That’s it, at least, it’s all I can do now.

He rose and dressed. You felt another pang in your heart as you saw how tired and battered he looked.

- And now, you really need to rest. Come on, - you wrapped an arm around him, leading him to the bedroom.

He tried to protest and tell you he was fine. But just as he sank onto the soft mattress and pillows, he let a satisfied moan.

- Mhm, it feels so much better…

- Of course it does. Now, sleep.

You smiled softly and nestled next to him, with your arm across his chest and your head resting on his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, but tiredness was quickly taking over him. He sighed deeply and before falling into sleep, he gently squeezed your hand that was lying over his heart.

When you awoke, something was different from usual – you were surrounded by delightful warmth. You leaned into its source and opened your eyes lazily to the most wonderful view of the man you loved more than anything the world. You were still lying across his chest, your hand still in his. You just couldn’t take your eyes off him – he was sleeping peacefully and he was oh so beautiful in the soft morning light. You smiled, resisting the urge to caress his cheek. Unwilling to leave his side, you started to climb out of the bed, carefully trying to untangle yourself from him. He stirred and asked through his slumber:

- It’s morning?

- Yeah, but you can sleep as long as you want. It’s the best cure for you right now, - you assured him, stroking the side of his face. – Take your time.

You looked back at him from the doorway; he was apparently asleep again. You headed to the bathroom to clean up last night’s mess. You cleaned the blood from his vest carefully; by a miracle, the rest of his suit was intact. You ironed it and left it there. You rummaged in your art supplies and found some greasepaint – blue, white and red – and left it by the mirror together with a flat brush, in case he wanted to use it. After that, you went to the kitchen to cook some meal. Absorbed in the process you didn’t hear footsteps in the hallway and water running in the bathroom. So he took you by surprise when he appeared in the kitchen in his full attire. He looked so dashing, that you could only stare at him in awe.

- You look gorgeous… – you breathed.

He smiled, as he took a few more steps towards you, stopping about a foot from you.

- I think last night we got interrupted in the middle of something, - his grin grew wider as he leaned forward to give you a kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut immediately, and you hummed, placing your hands over his chest, as he cradled the back of your head to keep you close.

As you pulled apart for breath, he pressed his head to yours, then looked at you, slightly puzzled.

- I have a very odd feeling that I know you… Funny, isn’t it?

- Well, actually, you do… – you said, feeling your pulse getting quicker.

He gave you a quizzical look.

- It’s - quite a long story, - you stuttered, sitting at the kitchen table.

He sat across from you, raising an eyebrow at you. You sighed deeply.

- You might not remember me, but I remember you very well. I’ve known you for many years… You know… I used to be your neighbor.

- Oh. But I still cannot remember seeing you… Have I met you?

- Yes. Many times. But I was too young for you to notice me. My family moved in, when I was twelve. I never liked the way people were looking at you. You were so sad and tired all the time; I wanted to come up and hug you. And then, I found one of your cards and wanted to hug you even more. It hurt me so much because it was so unfair! I wanted to cheer you up somehow, so sometimes I would make little lucky charms and leave them on your door handle… (He smiled fondly at that.) I lived two storeys up; our windows were at the same side. (Here you blushed a little.) I used to watch you from my balcony. It might sound weird, but I really liked looking at you. Because every time I saw you, it brightened up my day. Especially, when I could sneak after you and see you as a clown in the streets. I loved watching you dance…

He was gazing at you with an amused look and a soft smile.

- … and then, when I was about fifteen, I realized I was in love with you… I obviously couldn’t show it back then, until one day… It was Christmas, and I came up with a crazy idea. I still cannot believe it actually worked. I attached some mistletoe in the elevator hoping to get there with you eventually…

Suddenly, he knew.

- The mistletoe! It was you!

There was certain amount disbelief in his voice, but also – awe?

*flashback*

You bought some mistletoe twigs and made a little wreath. Making sure nobody could see you, you stood on the tiptoes and put it as high as you could. You were both scared and excited by your idea – scared that it simply would not work (what were the chances, after all?) - and equally scared it WOULD. You had to wear a mask so to remain unrecognized (you hated you were still only sixteen!). You peeped from behind the column in your yard. You were close to freezing by now, but it was the chance you couldn’t miss, so you just kept on waiting patiently. Finally, he showed up down the street. Your heart jolted, and you rushed inside the building, praying nobody else would come in. You entered the elevator, and just before the doors closed, he stepped in and pushed the button without glancing up. The cabin jerked and moved. You gathered all your courage and stepped up.

- Hey, – you smiled up at him.

He turned, surprised, but seeing you smile, he smiled softly too.

- Hey.

Suddenly, the cabin shuddered and stopped. That was it.

- Oh. Not again, - he muttered.

- Look. It’s mistletoe! – you nodded up.

He glanced up.

- I thought Christmas wreaths were made of holly?

- That’s funny… I think I read a book, where two people who stepped under mistletoe, were magically glued to the spot and couldn’t walk away unless they kissed.

He chuckled, a bit nervously.

- So… if we kiss, the elevator will move?

You said nothing, only looked at him. Suddenly he realized he probably shouldn’t’ve said that, but before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, put your hands on his chest and placed a soft kiss on his lips, closing your eyes. He froze, but the next moment leaned into the kiss. Just when he was about to put his hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, the cabin shuddered once more and moved. You pulled apart, smiling and dizzy. The doors opened. You gave him the brightest smile and said:

- Merry Christmas!

Before the doors shut, you stepped out.

- Th – Thanks… Merry Christmas! – he mumbled, a happy smile on his face.

You ran up to his floor as quietly as possible to have a look at him. Still slightly out of breath, you were there just in time to see him leaving the elevator, smiling softly. He fumbled for keys, still smiling, then, disappeared inside his apartment. You sighed in relief and joy. It WORKED.

*flashback end*

You could see exactly the same mixture of feelings on his face now. You waited with bated breath.

- It was my happiest memory in years, - he confessed with a soft smile.

- Really?

- Really, - his eyes twinkled.

You beamed at him.

- It was the happiest one, and then, just after New Year… they locked me up, - he finished in a flat tone.

- I remember. They took you, and shortly after my family moved, and I couldn’t come back until now. And that is MY worst memory…

You exchanged a long look that was speaking more than words. Suddenly, something grabbed his attention.

- Hey, is that me?!

He picked up your sketchbook from the counter. Your blush went deeper.

- I used to draw you quite a lot…

He thumbed through the pages, a look of wonder clear on his face. There were dozens of sketches of him: smoking on the balcony, sitting on the park bench, dancing in his old clown costume… They were not only precise, but very emotional too, exactly the way he felt like back then. They were like photographs of his inner self.

- They are really nice, - he commented.

He turned another page and couldn’t take his eyes from it. On the last page there was another drawing of him, in his hew attire. You made it this morning. And this was the only one made in full color. It captured his dance on the police car. He looked so graceful, so liberated, so – handsome? He looked at you with that question clear in his eyes. You looked at him fondly for a long moment and said:

- This is the way I see you.

- All my life I wanted someone to SEE me, and you’ve always been –

- I’m right here.

With that, he cupped your face and gave you a kiss, that took you breath away and made you grab onto him for support. He held you close, and your fingers tangled in his locks. He pulled back a little with a coy smile.

- You know, that Christmas I had a dream about you. Do you wanna see it?

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #joker x reader

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nerdishfeels · 4 years

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Victory at a cost

| Dedicated to @magic-in-every-book |

It's been a while since I played the mass effect trilogy, so it was nice to revisit the characters, especially my favourite OTP!

Hope you like it 😊

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It was unusually quiet at the Purgatory Bar.

A place known for its never-ending purple, pink and blue neon lights, buzzing conversations amongst species and that one asari conquering the dance floor, was now monochrome and resembled the atmosphere of that found in funerals.

The ground floor was packed with all kinds of species: Turians, Asari, Quarians, Salarians, Humans…

They all stood still like soldiers, surrounding the Normandy Crew.

The floor was shrouded in near darkness, save for a single spotlight on a woman’s body, lying motionless on the table before them.

The woman slept peacefully, unaware of the solemn, downcast faces that surrounded her.

Her once shattered armour was replaced with a new, glossy black. The insignia, “N7″, shone brightly on her chest. Her helmet sat beside her head, along with a framed photo of herself in military attire.

Garrus sat alone at the island bar, his back facing the crowd, a glass of hard liquor in his hand.

Joker, who stood at the head of the table, cleared his throat.

“Thank you all for coming. We are gathered her today to celebrate the loss of a legend. The bringer of Peace and Prosperity to our galaxy. Our Commander Shepard.”

Joker cleared his throat again and pulled his cap down over his eyes.

“Commander Shepard started off as a soldier, who earned her rank honourably. A sworn duty to the Citadel, became a life-long purpose to unite and prevent the extinction of all species.”

“The Normandy always felt like home, not just because I was its pilot, but because Shepard brought us altogether. She made us a family.”

“They say that a Captain dies with their ship. Even without her presence, we felt the Normandy die without her.”

“It will never…” Joker trailed off. He made an indistinguishable sound.

EDI patted his shoulder.

“…be the same without her,” she finished.

Joker nodded with appreciation.

“Shepard put everyone before herself till the very end,” Liara chipped in.

“She gave me a chance to live,” Grunt added.

“Hell, she had the balls to cure the Genophage,” Wrex said with a laugh.

“Commander Shepard accomplished what my people could not; Defeating the Reapers. The souls of my fellow Protheans can finally rest in peace,” Javik said.

“She knew how much my name and reputation meant to me. It is because of her that I wear my name proudly. Tali’ Zorah Vas Normandy,” Tali praised.

“Shepard had every right to turn us away. But for the greater good, she put aside her differences and brought us on board. And I'm thankful that she did,” Miranda added. Jacob nodded beside her.

“She was a great leader and a close friend,” Kaiden said.

Joker regained his composure and spoke,

“The Legend of Commander Shepard will never be forgotten. It will be translated into ballads and sang by the worst, drunken voices imaginable-”

“And if Joker is done polishing Shepard’s ass, maybe she’d like to raise a toast and get this party started!” Jack smirked.

On cue, Shepard opened her eyes. She sat up with a wide grin.

“Way to rain on my parade, Jack.” Shepard laughed.

A chorus of laughter followed.

Garrus spun around, a smirk on his face.

“I totally thought I was going to blow my speech,” Joker blurted, his words slurred by his laugh.

“I told you I would have made a great actor in those space operas.”

EDI stared at Joker.

“So, you were not on the verge of tears?” She questioned.

Guilt coloured Joker’s cheeks.

“I mean, I was, when I got into it, but…”

EDI turned away from Joker.

Wrex laughed, smacking Joker on the shoulder.

Shepard stood up on the table. She noticed Avina watching them from the balcony of the top floor. She pointed at her wrist.

Shepard ignored her.

Garrus walked over to Shepard and handed her a drink. Shepard’s eyes skimmed the crowd.

“Thank you for your warm words at my retirement party. Before I let you disappear and have fun, I wanted to commemorate the service of my friend, Captain Anderson. He was no stranger to pain, but that didn’t stop him from completing his duty. He may not have been the best drinking partner, but he was certainly the best captain to have by my side. He will be dearly missed.”

“To Anderson!” Shepard cheered, raising her glass.

“To Anderson!” The crowd cheered before gulping down their drinks.

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Having stripped out of her armour, Shepard returned to the bar, to find it in full swing.

The techno-music was on full blast and the dance floor was now swarming with dancing bodies.

Shepard grinned, as she saw Joker and EDI dancing awkwardly, whilst not too far away, Jack was throwing moves that attracted a lot of attention.

The rest of the crew were scattered elsewhere; Wrex and Grunt sandwiched in-between four eager ladies on one of the couches, Samara and Javik engaged in a conversation on the top floor and Cortez and Kaiden arm-wrestling, whilst others placed their bets (more were placed on Cortez).

Distracted, Shepard missed Garrus walking towards her.

Garrus let out a long whistle.

“Va Va Voom,” he teased.

Shepard glanced down at her outfit.

The thin straps intertwined into an X-shape, leaving her shoulders and sculpted arms bare. The black, velvet dress moulded over her curves, stopping mid-thigh to expose her legs.

“You know you already get first class seats to this,” Shepard teased back, signalling her body.

“And yet, I want to do a standing ovation, whenever I see you,” Garrus flirted.

He held her hand and guided her to the seat beside his, far away from the blaring music.

“You always have so much to say, but you didn’t join in with the others?”

“What I wanted to say, was for your ears only,” Garrus said.

Shepard blushed.

He turned to the bartender and ordered them drinks.

“So, how does it feel to retire early?” Garrus asked.

“Like losing an arm, but I’ll live. You?”

Garrus shrugged.

“I didn’t expect to feel so light. I love my job, but I guess it was time to settle.”

The bartender placed two sturdy glasses in front of them.

Shepard took a swig of hers.

“Do you remember what I told you before we fought the Reapers?” Garrus suddenly asked.

Shepard smiled. “Of course.”

“You told me that I would never be alone…You know when you were… when we didn’t find any sign of you, it was a dark time for me. It felt like my whole world was consumed by a terrifying black hole.” Garrus spoke carefully, as though keeping the emotion out of his voice.

Shepard placed her hand on his.

“I remember wishing I had gone to Heaven before you did. At least you wouldn’t have been alone.”

Garrus finished his drink down in one gulp.

Shepard held both his hands on her lap, making him swivel to face her.

“You know, when I had to make that choice, I thought of the future you dreamed for us. I could see it so perfectly in my head. Both of us relaxing on a warm, tropical planet, you showing off your lithe arms and legs in your palm tree-styled shirt and shorts-"

Garrus laughed.

“Even if I didn’t live to see that day, I knew I would shape our heaven that way. But it turns out there were no vacancies for us.”

Shepard scooted forward, tracing her hand on his scar.

“I meant it when I said there was no Shepard without Vakarian. I’ve never believed in fate, but you were my calling. Biology can’t manufacture what we have. Pure and unfiltered love.”

Garrus grinned.

“I thought saving the galaxy would be the most fulfilling, but waking up in the morning and seeing you by my side, is far more rewarding.”

Shepard leaned in, bringing her lips to his.

As they kissed, Garrus held Shepard’s hand and slipped something onto her finger.

He gently pulled apart and kissed her hand.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce us as Turian husband and Human wife.”

Shepard held back a gasp. She gazed at the engraved band on her ring finger.

The band was thin and ebony black. On top, stood a small, glistening diamond, in the center of an infinity symbol.

“Garrus… it’s beautiful,” Shepard whispered.

“The boys and I went searching for a ring before the battle of the Reapers. After getting Javik’s unpopular opinions on the origins of the rings, I decided I wanted one made from scratch. The band was made from a part of our armours combined. I wanted this ring to signify that our love is eternal and unlike any other.”

Shepard shook her head in amazement.

“Garrus… I don’t know what to say…”

Garrus pressed his forehead against hers and planted her hand on his chest.

“Just say yes. I don’t think my heart can take any more agony.”

Shepard smiled widely.

“Did you even need to ask?”

Shepard cupped his cheek in her hand and kissed him.

Garrus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Let’s make some new memories tonight. How about a little tango to celebrate?” Garrus whispered on her lips.

Shepard instinctively retreated.

“Oh no…” She protested.

But Garrus had already dragged her onto the dance floor before she could finish her sentence.

As they swayed, their smiles resembled those on everyone’s faces. The happiness in the Purgatory bar was contagious, creating a rippling effect into the wide galaxy.

For now, a legend has hung up their helmet and suit.

Until next time, when a new hero rises.

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#mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #mass effect fic #shepard x garrus #garrus x femshep #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #fanfic commissions

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thecrowsjoker · 4 years

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HERO

The P3 x P5 sorta fic nobody wanted, featuring child Goro and Minato, very slight Shuake and also total ignoring what happens in PQ2 (I ain't played it)

Goro had one friend in the orphanage. The friend whos voice he could not longer recall.

They made promises by locking their pinkys together.

One day his friend was offered a scholarship far away.

His friend promised to return for him after the school year had ended, but he never returned.

Goro tried to forget, tried to bury that smile deep into his soul.

And then one night, Goro awoke to the sound of screaming, he looked out the window and saw that the moon had cracked open and the sky was dyed green.

A pale light began to fill his vision and he lifted a finger as he thought of his friend.

He thought he could feel pressure wrapped around his pinky.

"I'll save you" he promised and then the world pushed back against its fate.

Elizabeth regarded Goro for a moment.

"i see... quite honestly, I hadn't expected to have another guest. Please accept my apologies for not leading you through your journey." she said dismissively.

They regarded each other for a moment before turning to the figure on the door.

"How long has it been..?" Goro asked, reaching for the figures face, a face that he'd long forgotten about.

"I'm certain at least a decade has passed." Elizabeth told him.

There was a silence then.

"He's missed isn't he?" Goro asked sadly.

Elizabeth clutched her book tight.

"By many." She replied.

Goro chuckled.

"This is why we never truly shared the same path... Once I'm gone, nobody will remember me, Afterall I don't have bonds strong enough to tie me to this world anymore."

He thought briefly of Joker.

But that was fine, he allowed himself this moment of weakness.

"I'm ready." He said, he turned to Elizabeth, a true smile on his face.

"I'm ready to become a hero." He said.

Joker was running, cold dread washing over him as he finally pushed open the stone doors.

Inside was a woman, who was gazing up at the figure on the door.

Joker turned his attention to the figure and screamed.

"Goro!" He pushed past Elizabeth and reached for the figure.

The marble figure was truely beautiful, Goro looked at peace and happy.

"Release him!" Joker demanded Elizabeth. She stared at him for a moment.

Joker slammed his fist into the wall

"Release him!!!" he demanded again, this time with pure hatred aimed at her.

"I cannot." she said.

Joker collapsed onto his knees in front of the door.

"Take me. Take me instead, just... Let him go."

"He made his choice." Elizabeth replied and for a moment she herself looked conflicted.

"That night, many years ago, an orphan boy wished to meet his hero once again. The world granted the boys wish, but the moment their hands connected, a new contract was made. The world found a loophole in order to judge humanity again. A new game was played, rigged from the start. But the hope that lived inside they boy passed along to another, the one that could save him." Elizabeth explained.

"How do i save him?" Joker said.

Elizabeth sighed.

"You already did..." She said.

"No. No. This isn't saving him. Look at him!" Joker yelled.

Elizabeth turned from him then.

"Stop. No, take me. Please." Joker begged her again.

She paused, golden eyes glistening with remorse.

"I'm afraid you are not strong enough to wield the world card."

And with that she was gone, leaving Joker there alone for a few final moments before he would be pulled back.

Joker tried curing Goro, tried yanking him off the marble chain but nothing worked.

As the light poured in, he threw his mask to the ground and the tears ran down his cheeks.

"But you are my world." He said.

"Hey wake up, you've been sleeping for way to long." Minato felt someone begin to shake him.

He opened his eyes and saw two red eyes gaze back at him.

"Goro? Did you let me sleep in again?" He asked, the younger boy pouted.

"Well your leaving today and I just wanted to make sure you were up and ready before they kick you out." Goro said.

Minato ruffled the boys hair and smiled.

"My hero." He said and Goro giggled, he pulled at his hand.

"Come on, get up, get up." The young boy sang, Minato laughed before sitting up fully.

Their was a gasp as Minato lifted himself up and then a lot of weight was thrown on top of him.

Minato could feel his friends embrace him, a dog yarped happily.

Everyone had aged so much since they had last met, but their embraces still felt the same.

He could make out that he was in a hospital and that only a quarter of the SEES group were here, he looked around blinking away his foggy vison and thought he saw another figure by the door.

And then it was gone.

Notes

I was inspired by the default setting the Protaganist is given in their games which is always "Hero" Goro is a wild card but is never "Hero"

I like to think more along Pandoras box as opposed to the seven deadly sins aka Joker is hope, he begins weak but is eventually able to overcome anything

I'm kinda a cheese head and can't write myself outta a paper bag so i know it's cheesy but mush

#persona 3 #persona 5 #minato arisato #goro akechi #fanfic #p5r spoilers #p3 spoilers

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monalisa-1797 · 4 years

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Decade in Film

Movies of the 2010s

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List of movies used in the edit (in order of appearance, some appear more than once tho):

Joker (2019)

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

Good Time (2017)

Carol (2015)

Roma (2018)

Arrival (2016)

Annihilation (2018)

The Farewell (2019)

Dallas Buyers Club (2013)

Love, Simon (2018)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011)

Jackie (2016)

Logan (2017)

Gifted (2017)

Fences (2016)

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014)

God's Own Country (2017)

The Handmaiden (2016)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011)

Get Out (2017)

Glass (2019)

Tron: Legacy (2010)

The Greatest Showman (2017)

Unbroken (2014)

The Hunger Games (2012)

The Imitation Game (2014)

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

The Revenant (2015)

Southpaw (2015)

Black Swan (2010)

Doctor Sleep (2019)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 (2010)

Alice in Wonderland (2010)

Shrek Forever After (2010)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Lucy (2014)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Kick-Ass (2010)

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

Remember Me (2010)

Dracula Untold (2014)

The Neon Demon (2016)

Blade Runner 2049

John Wick (2014)

Atomic Blonde (2017)

Drive (2011)

US (2019)

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)

Power Rangers (2017)

Avengers Endgame (2019)

Thor Ragnarok (2017)

Black Swan (2010)

Beauty and the Beast (2017)

A Star is Born (2018)

The Shape of Water (2017)

Bad times at el Royale (2018)

Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Megamind (2014)

Sucker Punch (2011)

The Legend of Tarzan (2016)

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)

Suicide Squad (2016)

Iron man 3 (2013)

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016)

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Atomic Blonde (2017)

A Cure for Wellness (2016)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)

Deadpool (2016)

Wonder Woman (2017)

The Last Airbender (2010)

Immortals (2011)

Sucker Punch (2011)

The Wolverine (2013)

The Three Musketeers (2011)

Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

Cars 3 (2017)

Baby driver (2017)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

Jurassic World (2015)

Spectre (2015)

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 2 (2012)

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)

Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011)

The Avengers (2012)

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)

Kick-Ass (2010)

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013)

Brave (2012)

Suicide Squad (2016)

Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016)

Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)

Aquaman (2018)

MI: Fallout (2018)

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Thor: The Dark World (2013)

Shazam (2019)

Captain Marvel (2019)

Wonder Woman (2017)

Spiderman Homecoming (2017)

The Lego Batman Movie (2017)

Sin City: A Dame to Kill For (2014)

Venom (2018)

IP Man 3 (2015)

Logan (2017)

Atomic Blonde (2017)

Spiderman Homecoming (2017)

Incredibles 2 (2018)

Upgrade (2018)

Venom (2019)

X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019)

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole (2010)

The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

Doctor Strange (2016)

Antman and the Wasp (2018)

Avengers Infinity War (2018)

Knives Out (2019)

Honey Boy (2019)

La La Land (2016)

Hustlers (2019)

Midsommar (2019)

Step Up Revolution (2012)

Once upon a time in Hollywood (2019)

Call me by your name (2017)

The Lighthouse (2019)

Ex Machina (2014)

Her (2013)

A Fantastic Woman (2017)

I, Tonya (2017)

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)

Joker (2019)

Wanted to use more older movies but got lost while editing and in the end i forgot to add them, so yeah... Anyways, ENJOY! :)

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a-xxj0kerxx · 5 years

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it’s fine. no one had to care who arthur was anymore. he didn’t even care where arthur was anymore. to him, the old him was gone. it was fine. joker was never going to look at his life as a tragedy anymore. everything was a joke to him now. from finding out that penny fleck wasn’t even his mother to begin with to realizing that the only person who truly cared for him died. he was too stupid for ignoring his grandfather’s words. even though he truly wasn’t his grandfather, the joker would always consider mr. fleck as his pa. there was no more anxious shaking from him. only smooth and fluid moves. he danced all the pain away while descending down the stairs of madness. to think he spent nearly 40 years taking care of that bitch, it was all a big fat joke. arthur fleck, what a horrible name. joker was sad that he didn’t even have a name other than that. but it was fine, he was going to keep his new name. it was so fitting. everyone saw him as one, so he’ll just give the people what a want. a JOKER. doing cool twirls and spins while he went down the stairs, he could almost hear the beautiful song from (x x tbh there so many good songs). either it was from a nearby apartment or inside his head, but who knows or cares anymore. it was beautiful, that was what mattered.

fuck penny. fuck hoyt. fuck randall. fuck rapists. fuck mrs. dollford. fuck jennie. what a fucking slut and whore. she must’ve sucked and fucked so many cocks in her life. thankfully that poor little girl never knew what was going on around her. i’d fuck willow. i wished i would’ve done it right there when i had the chance. she could’ve seen how strong i’ve gotten. but fuck her, but i love her. she was an absolute doll. being locked up, under medication was never the cure. she must understand that laughter was the best medication-- i’m going to show that piece of shit (husband) what i can do. i’m going to smash his fucking nose with a crowbar, just like how he punched me.

grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it, he only continued to dance his life away. carelessly taking steps down the stair, unafraid of tripping. green hair slicked back like one of the Wall Street assholes that he killed. White grease paint smeared all over his face. The sunset shinning behind his head before lifting his face up. revealing the red painted nose, lips, the dark blue peaks above and under his eyes. all beautifully displayed for the sunset and the two detectives that willow warned. but who fucking cares. joker wore his grandfather’s cologne, he was practically drenched with that shit. he wasn’t going to take anymore shit from anyone. he was his own man now.

“that’s arthur, isn’t it?” detective burke said to his partner while staring at the clown dancing on the stairs. “...yeah, that’s him.” garrity sighs before feeling burke nudge him hard. “i fucking told you he was the subway killer! his mother fucking died and he was practically smiling for the whole funeral.” he whispers, annoyed.

joker was going to say it again. he wasn’t going to take anymore shit from anyone. he was his own fucking man now. “hey ARTHUR!” burke yelled from the top of the stairs. the clown was pelvic thrusting into the air. fucking everyone that once fucked him in the past, but hearing his name from the top lead him to abruptly stop. seeing that the two detectives came back like willow said, he stumbled in place before anxiously turning his head down the stairs. “AGH!” almost slipping because of the water puddle, he jumped and hopped down the stairs. leaving the detectives to chase arthur down.

#j → arthur fleck (interactions)#he is actually bat shit crazy now omg

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