Felted Hole Consumes All

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[croaker-conspiracies]

So, my partner's car just got impounded and I am paycheck to paycheck if anyone would be interested in helping out I would open up commissions

There's not like a set price to get their car back yet but it's looking like it's going to be 260+

Dm me if you're interested

[croaker-conspiracies]

here are examples of my non croaker verse works

[croaker-conspiracies]

So, my partner's car just got impounded and I am paycheck to paycheck if anyone would be interested in helping out I would open up commissions

There's not like a set price to get their car back yet but it's looking like it's going to be 260+

Dm me if you're interested

[croaker-conspiracies]

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all

[the-muppet-joker]

Joker x Reader: He Breeds You

NSFW: The Joker (DC) x Gender Neutral Y/N, Joker Breeding, Clown Cum, Empathetic Joker, Religious Imagery, Brief But Crippling Knowledge That You Are Alone In This World, Implied Jrap On (Joker Strap On)

"Nnng.. hahh... HAHAHAHAHA!" Joker blasts his thick silly string deep into your womb, his signature Maniacal Laughter almost louder than the sound of your wonton, choked-out orgasm.

Almost.

Joker pauses, quivering within your Gender Neutral Hole, listening to the sounds of your pleasure. You can feel the curl of his lips against your ear, clearly pleased with your performance as he twitches inside of you, eliciting yet another wonton moan.

"You're spelling that wrong, you know," he chuckles breathlessly into your ear.

"What?" You gasp, only half listening as your Afformentioned Neutral And All-Reader Inclusive Hole flutters frantically around his member, like a terrified bird might flutter in the hand of someone who catches birds with their hand.

"Wanton: unrestrained, sexually suggestive," he purrs. "Wonton: something you eat."

You cannot hear the difference in the spelling because you have Normal Ears instead of Joker Ears, and because frankly, you are too freaking Turned On to understand a word he says to you. Your mind has been thoroughly fucked, and he seems to sense this, pulling out despite your protests.

"Hush, dear..." he shifts instead to hold you. "I think that's enough. You hardly know your own name anymore," He chuckles darkly.

You frown, because that's stupid, and you literally still know your name. Your name is literally Y/N. Like you could ever forget. Everyone in class always made fun of you for it. It's not even a word, just two letters with a slash in between. That was the beginning of it all: the isolation from your peers, the firm knowledge that you were different from them. That you'd never fit in.

You huff, all kawaii-like, at the memory, and snuggle in closer against your Joker Alpha. You are the little spoon, obviously, and you are more than a little disappointed to feel his c*ck softening behind you. He chuckles, knowingly, as if sensing your distress. God, he's such a freaking empath, it drives you crazy, and then turns you on, and then makes you cry. You've never been seen before like this. It's honestly a little terrifying. You're not sure you deserve this kind of love.

He chuckles sadly in your ear. "Y/N... You're spiraling again, aren't you?" He chuckles patiently. And God, yes, you are. And you're crying too, like some kind of baka. The truth is, you cannot accept any warmth from other people without the gnawing feeling in your stomach that the only reason they've gotten so close is that they just haven't gotten a good look at you yet. They don't see your sharp edges, or your anger, or the horrible desperation that has you clawing at the dirt and screaming "look at me, LOOK AT ME!" at every person stupid enough to give you the time of day. Selfishly, like a child, scooping up greedy handfuls of Eden's soil, cramming it into the cavity between your ribs as if you intend to take the Garden with you. You cannot take it, and it is not your home anymore. It does not accept you. You are too filthy to even be fed to its worms.

The Joker is wiping your tears with the spider-like fingers of his long yaoi hands. He chuckles empathetically behind you, murmuring affirmations to you, silently guiding you through breathing exercises, rubbing small circles onto your back. "Why do you like me?" you mutter miserably into your pillow.

For a moment, you have the horrible sensation that this isn't real. That you're alone in your bed. That you've made it all up. That the Joker is just a fictional character.

Joker squeezes you, tight, chuckling all the thoughts out of your head, planting kisses down the back of your neck and spine. "Maybe you shouldn't be thinking tonight, after all..." His voice is music to you, drowning out your thoughts. "Is that what you need, darling?" Clown fingers trace shapes on your hips. You nod, unable to speak, grateful that he understands.

The Joker chuckles seductively. "How about I breed you again, Y/N? How about we replace all those silly little thoughts by filling you up?"

You moan, wantonly, nodding even more eagerly than before.

The Joker chuckles excitedly. "Well, I have just the toy to make sure you are extra full, my love ♡"

And then he gets out the j

[shadowcerise]

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

Naughty Muppets get hit by ongoing traffic

[the-muppet-joker]

Imagine...

♤ Joker, curled in on himself, sitting on the ground in an alleyway. It's raining, and there are streaks in his signature clown makeup ♤

♡ Joker, laughing to himself, but its coming out as sad little whimpers. "Hah...hahh...." He chuckles wetly to himself. So wet, he tears♡

◇ Joker, crying as he looks at himself in a puddle, asking himself, "why... so serious...?" And it makes him smile a little. But then, he goes back to He's cries ◇

♧ Joker, alone. No one asking if he's okay, because then, he'll just laugh. And also poison Gotham's water supply. ♧

Well...? What would you do...?

[croaker-conspiracies]

The power of christ compells you. . .

[croaker-conspiracies]

Come back to bed, my clown prince. . .

its so cold. . .

[muppet-outsider]

Call me the glue factory the way I crank it out to kermit the frog

[the-muppet-joker]

Man I was just getting back into the mood for tumblring after one of my little Internet Breaky Breaks but now I feel like a lost, lonely little muppet with no one to share Hole with. Where can I now post insane fanfiction and see people's reactions in the tags? Im sorry tumblr *packs my little bundle on a stick* but this just dont feel like home anymore... *hangs my head like a lonesome cowboy*... boy I sure hope they change this back... or ol muppet jokeys gonna have to find a new horse to saddle... *me and my big ass boots start walking all slow like into the sunset, looking over my shoulder every few minutes to see if anyone's fixin to stop me...*

[julius-caeser]

et tu, bro?

[the-muppet-joker]

My liege, are you still living with your ex-wife? How does she know how often you leave the house?

I call her everyday i tell her everything she is my bestfriend i love her more than anyone. except for the puppet

[croaker-conspiracies]

Cold Feet?

[croaker-conspiracies]

Happy Muppetines Day

[the-muppet-joker]

The Muppets are back on air again. I dont know why I haven't watched it yet. I feel like if I put it on, and see them again after all these years, they'll look at me through the screen with scorn. They'll know that I'm lying, and that the skin I am wearing is all wrong. I have nightmares of muppets ripping away my flesh with their hard mouths. I wake up aroused and afraid. Kermit would be disappointed in me. He would ask me, like everyone else, why I don't just be honest with myself. Why I can't just be happy. I don't know. The Muppets are back on air again. I can watch them any time. But I haven't yet.

[croaker-conspiracies]

Enjoying the show?

[croaker-conspiracies]

Wet little muppet. . .