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IM BACK BITCHES
Tag 8 people you want to get to know better.
I was tagged by: @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile @flowerglitterwoman and @call-me-harley-quinn thank you đ€
Favorite Color: my number one favorite is red but I also love blue, green, purple, black.
Last Song I Listened To: A Horse with No Name - America, George Martin
Favorite Muscians: Al Green, Brenton Wood, Frank Sinatra, Coldplay, Steven Wilson, Mazzy Star, Porcupine Tree, ODESZA, David Bowie, Curtis Mayfeild ( these are not in order đ )
Last Film I Watched: Four Brothers
Last T.V Series I Watched: Kitchen Nightmares (Iâm addicted to it!)
Favorite Original Character: Joker
Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory!
Sparkling Water, Tea, or Coffee: I love all of them but nothing beats coffee đ€
Iâm not tagging this time. I just woke up and donât feel like it đ anyone who sees this can do it âŁïž
Imagine him walking up to you and looking at you like this đđ
Thank you for tagging me @flowerglitterwoman đ€
âą fangs or pointed ears âą immunity or immortality âą wings or horns âą Greek mythology or Egyptian mythology âą chokers or anklets âą dark red or dark green âą glitter or blush âą heels or boots âą ripped jeans or fishnets âą long nails or short nails âą vampire or werewolf âą oceans or forests âą books or movies âą phone calls or text messages âą rings or studs âą skirts or jeans
I tag: @honking4joker @soulsdontbreaktheybeeend @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile @jokers-doll @ohallthecrushes
Think Iâm going to add this song in a future Joker fic? đ€ I danced to it today while it played on the radio and it fits so perfectly with him. âŁïž
Been going through one the toughest times of my life. But Iâm not abandoning this tumblr ever. Iâve been on such a weird type of hiatus and every time I think Iâm âbackâ something else in my life seems to happen that knocks me back down, making me unable to even look at my phone for weeks. I hope everyone else is doing great though! Especially my friends @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile @jokers-doll @ohallthecrushes
@arthur-flecks-lovely-smile: Chiara, I donât know about you but I miss talking to you every day! I love you very much and I hope youâre doing well especially with your situation we last talked about. Iâm sorry if I wasnât much of a help. đ„ș Itâs hard when youâre going through just as much but thatâs why I feel for you so strongly! I hope you are doing well and I want to thank you again for that amazing piece you wrote for me!! đ€ I read it like three times!!
@jokers-doll: I know itâs been a few weeks since we last talked but I hope your motivation is still thriving for your story! If not please message me and Iâll try and respond and help as much as I can! đ€đ€ I think you still have my email but I can send it again if you need. I also hope you are your boyfriend are well.. and that youâre feeling happier đ love you!
@ohallthecrushes: I also hope youâre feeling better since we last spoke! đ€ I canât wait to read some of your newer stories. I saw you posted some more since the last time I was able to read but I just havenât found the time yet. đ„ș I also canât wait to post more stories and get your feedback in the future. Your comments always get me the most excited! đ
Anyways, so I obviously found some extra time today to get on here and also âŒïž I had a little bit of confidence and felt a tad more upbeat so hereâs a picture of me at work todayâŁïž
Pandemonium
Hi loves, Iâm back. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, it was a request by @duhliriouss. Hayleigh, dear, I hope you like it - I cranked up the madness and sexiness! đđ€ Iâm sorry itâs unedited, but I hope you all enjoy it đ€
Request: Could you write something where it starts with Arthur just becoming Joker, he meets reader right when he gets put back into the mental hospital and they break out together? đ± reader is just as âpsychoâ and is fully his side kick to do crime together and thereâs a scene where they dance together on the street in the rain with burning buildings and ash around them and they are just laughing and dancing like silly idiots? This would be so cute and would SO lift my spirits đ„°
Word count: 8.783
Warnings: Blood, mentions of mental illness, mentions of murder, chaos, riots, arson
Sirens were blaring in the distance, which was stretching far beyond your cell door, and even if the corridor in front of your cell was empty, you could feel the chaos settling over the place. It sizzled through the air like electricity right before a storm, before it would burst into clashing thunder and lightning and destroyed everything in its wake. You couldnât help but wonder if the storm had reached Arkham Asylum at last. The storm Arthur had unleashed.
Arthur.
When youâd first met him, youâd been locked up in Arkham for a long while â as a patient, but the distinction drawing a sharp line between a patient and an inmate only existed on paper. In reality, it blurred like ink in water until it was gone for good. Arkham was a place for the forgotten. As soon as the heavy security door had closed behind you for the first time, youâd become one of those forgotten souls â maybe youâd been one of them long before you were even locked up there â and nobody could care less about you, about the way you were treated. Not even your own family had cared. Â
Sanity wasnât a solid bridge leading over the deep abyss of madness. No. It rather was a tightrope, dangerously swinging back and forth with every move one made. It only took one wrong step, one wrong blink, and the balance was lost, sanity slipping from under your feet as you began spiralling downward. All it took was a little push, and the people in your life hadnât hesitated to provide it. Nobody had been there to catch your fall, either. One mental breakdown, and youâd found yourself locked up at Arkham, deemed not a threat, but a failure, which felt so much worse.
Now, your life consisted of metal and concrete closing in on you, meds too weak to fight off the monsters in your head, and the daily group therapy session, which consisted of a bored, absent-minded psychiatrist and a handful of others, all clad in their white garbs, and half of them were too drugged to do anything else but stare at the wall. At least you assumed they were only staring at the wall, but maybe they were staring at other things, things only they could see. Listening to voices only they could hear. Youâd been there, once. It was frightening what the human mind was capable of, and many times youâd wondered if its ability to concoct its own reality to lace it into the reality others could see as well, was a gift rather than a curse. To be just swept away from that common reality, into the gentle embrace of a dream youâd never had to resurface from, which would carry you away on wide, feathered wings, spreading them around you to keep you safe and warm, in your own cocoon to hide from the cruelty raging in the real world. If it was a gift, you hadnât been granted it. The only voices raging inside your head were those telling you vile things about yourself, and they preferred to use the voices of those who taught you to believe those things in the first place, the ones whoâd summoned those little demons into your head. They didnât have wings to sweep you away and shield you from reality. They had sharp teeth and talons to scratch at your eyes and gnaw on your heart and suck life and happiness out of your soul. Â
It was during one of these group sessions when youâd seen Arthur for the first time.
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Chiara you really out did yourself with this one!! This was the sexiest, most beautiful story ever and I kept screeching with each part!!! Iâm so sorry it took me so long to read đđ I wish life gave me all the time and motivation in the world. But it was so worth it once I found the time to sit down and read it. It was so refreshing and just gave me all kind of butterflies that I havent felt in so long đ€
When you first explained the eye contact when they first met in the therapy room, I could actually FEEL the electricity. My favorite part has to be when he slowly guided her past the dead bodies, telling her not to look đ€€đ€€ idk why but that was just so sexy and SO joker to me đ€ and the fact you came up with the idea of her throwing the lighter into the gasoline puddle around the the building... AND the back story behind the lighter? Youâre just so genius and I canât even find the words ever to explain the feeling I get when in the middle of reading your pieces... I just canât wait to see what happens next and I always get so sad once it ends because I never want it to end!!
Thank you so much for writing this request đ„ș over 8k words?! I feel so spoiled and it was more than perfect đ€đ€ I also love you and hope you are doing well! đ„°
Penny: âDonât you have to be funny to be a comedian?â Arthur: *now why would you say dat? Like you put me in such an uncomfortable situation like you know Iâm not happy* that low key hurt nglđ
Penny didnât have to go THAT HARD đđđđđ
Literally Arthur internally:
Soaking wet // Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: This was requested by theichabbieclub, thank you so much. <3 I know that @impulsiveclown not some long time ago did the same request and she created another amazing masterpiece, so hereâs the link to her work if you havenât read it yet. Mine isnât as good as her, but I hope youâll like it too. ^^
Summary: Reader comes home exhausted, soaking wet to the bone and freezing. They end up falling asleep standing up. Once Arthur notices, he places his hand on the back, letting them lean on him. Then he kinda freaks out when he realizes theyâre wet and freezing. He changes the reader, warms them up and puts them to bed. Reader is so exhausted that they donât wake up at all until hours later in the middle of the night.
Word count: 1530
Youâd been on your feet the whole day. Youâd gotten up very early in the morning to make sure you wouldnât be late at work and youâd woken up already feeling tired thinking about how much work there had been waiting for you.
As the day went on and the hours just passed one after another rapidly, you hadnât even had time to realize how exhausted youâd been. You came back home worn-out and feeling drained out of energy completely, though also completely soaked by the storm that had been going on for some time. You couldnât be bothered by that however, you were asleep on your feet and all you could think about was throwing yourself on a bed and just stay there for several hours.
But as you came into the apartment that Arthur shared with you, you heard your loverâs voice coming from the kitchen. Suddenly your mind changed the track of thought and your legs just led you to the kitchen instead the bed, to meet Arthur as if you were hypnotized by his sweet and luring voice. The love of your life was calling you and you had to response.
As you came to hug him, practically throwing into his arms, you buried your face into his red sweater and propped your forehead against his chest, your hands just hanging there at your sides while his were loosely wrapped around you, caressing your aching back.
- Oh, sweetheart, hi, Iâve missed you - his sweet tone, his lovely voice sounded like lullaby to you - howâs your day been?
You murmured something incomprehensible against his sweater and you felt him chuckle a bit, his body trembled with amusement and you felt a vibration inside his chest. That vibration, his calming voice and the warmth of his body instantly put you to sleep.
Your awareness was barely there as you felt yourself disappearing into sweet nothingness, not feeling your physical body anymore. Upcoming dreams were becoming visible before your closed eyes and you could no longer understand what Arthur were saying to you.
He hummed as he pressed his lips to the top of your head and hugged you more closely, one hand around your waist, the other put on the back of your head, keeping you from falling down to the kitchen floor.
He realized two things: that you fell asleep on him, which was just so adorable, and how wet you were, how your clothes were totally drenched and your body was shaking from cold. His eyebrows drew together in concern as he gasped, full of worries about your health. He whispered your name as if he was trying to send to your unconscious mind a message that everything would be alright, that he got you and he would take care of you.
Still holding you in his arms, he lowered himself enough to grabbed you under your knees and he lifted your body with ease, keeping your legs under his arm. Carefully so he wouldnât accidentally hit any part of your body against something (oh, he would never forgive himself if he done any harm to you, even by accident), he carried you to the bedroom and placed you on the bed as if you were a Disney princess that had to be treated delicately and loving by the hands that were holding her.
He rushed to a closet to grab some dry and clean clothes for you, but instead of taking one of your t-shirts, he took one of his sweater and your comfy trousers. He came back in a second as he placed the clothes aside and began undressing you, piece by piece, starting with your shoes that youâd forgotten to take off at the hall. So tired and sleepy you were. He didnât mind that youâd probably left wet muddy traces in the kitchen, he would clean them up later, they could surely wait. Currently in his thoughts were only you and the importance of warming you up as soon as possible, so you wouldnât wake up tomorrow with a running nose and fever.
Again, he wouldnât mind taking care of you while youâd have a fever, he would feel more than happy to be useful and help you to feel better, but at the same time he wouldnât want you being in any discomfort and pain.
After he removed the shoes from your tired feet, he also took off your wet socks and he shook his head in displeasure at how cold your feet were at that moment. He quickly rubbed them with his hands to warm them even a little bit, giving you a short foot massage. He put a quick kiss to your big toe before he moved up and crawled on the bed to take care of your jeans. He unzipped them and too them off right with your panties. You mumbled something in your sleep and he looked up at you.
- Shhhh, princess, itâs alright, itâs me, Iâm undressing you to put you into something more dry and warm.
Seeing how much you were shaking with cold, he quickly put your trousers on you and came back up to you to remove your totally drenched blouse and bra. He was in hurry, but still he was careful and gentle with you.
Once you were wearing his sweater, he took off his own shirt and use it to dry your hair at least a little, before he covered you with a blanket and slipped underneath it too. As he laid beside you, you, as if sensing him in your sleep, turned to him, reaching your hand to drop it around his body. He crawled as close to you as it was physically possible and put his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him.
His hand were rubbing your back and your leg and any place of your body that he could reach to warm you up. His legs were trying to do the same, wrapping around yours. You were still shaking from time to time and it worried him that the rain might had made you sick. Why hadnât you taken an umbrella with you? Why hadnât you waited out somewhere until it stopped raining? Why hadnât you call for him to bring the umbrella with him? You must had been so exhausted that you couldnât wait to be back at home, he thought. He sighed and kissed your forehead.
- Poor little thing - he whispered with so much love and care in his voice - so exhausted and recklessâŠ
He held you like that for a long time, rubbing your body and pressing his nose into your wet hair, until you stopped shaking and your body was warm enough to put you safely back on a pillow as your head had been lying practically all this time on his arm. He looked at you with a satisfied smile on his face. His arm was aching and tingling, but it didnât matter to him, all that mattered was that you were finally warm and slept peacefully. As for his arm, it would come back to functioning eventually.
Some time later, you murmured his name in your sleep as you shifted on your back and stretched out your body. You slowly opened your eyes and looked for Arthur. As you spotted him sitting next to you and watching you, you smiled and sat up too.
- How⊠When⊠How? - you asked confused, not remembering going to bed at all.
- You were so tired, you fell asleep standing up in the kitchen - he chuckled and leaned to kiss your nose. Last time it was freaking cold, but now your temperature was fine. He was happy about it - How do you feel? You were so cold and shaking⊠I was worried youâre gonna get sick.
- Iâm fine, I feel good and rested, thank you so much, my love - you smiled at him, so grateful that you had such a good and caring boyfriend like Arthur, and you ran your hand through your hair to remove them from your face.
Your brows drew together in consternation as you felt that your hair was a mess, in a totally straggly condition, your every strand were tangled and in a mangled shape. You frowned and looked at Arthur with a helpless look on your face.
He chuckled amused.
- Thatâs what happens when you go to bed with still wet hair. But donât worry, love, I will help you comb your hair if you let me, so you donât look like a crazy forest witch anymore.
- I look like what?! - you asked pretending to feel offended, but you cracked up and snorted with laughter, smacking his arm lightly with your hand.
- Iâm sorry, but you do look a little bit like a witch with those hair - he joked laughing before he pulled you closer to him and kissed your mouth - the prettiest witch ever existed by the way - he glanced at you and smiled - And Iâm more than happy to be under your spell, princess.
Iâve always dreamed a lot about Arthur in black suit because suite and ties do things to me and Iâm pretty sure that Arthur in black suits might be the death of me.
He would be like that and honestly
Iâm not prepared
Iâm just gonna leave this here.đ I absolutely love the rust suit but OH BOY, a black variation would be much welcomed indeed. đ€ (Credits for the original shot to JustJared website)
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I can see Arthur saying this to you! I had to reblog and tag because I saw this right after I replied.