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@jokerslimelight
Im back
Hi guys, Im so sorry it has been so long. I have been trying to make it through college and in the midst of my learning I lost someone extremely close to me.
4 months ago my little sister died and I have had no inspiration till now.
I will be writing regularly so please send me your requests.
Love you all,
~M
Hi guys sorry for being gone for so long. A lot has ahappened to me in this past year and I needed sometime to reevaluate. Not to worry I will be posting regularly again so send me requests of what you would like and I will have the imagines out shortly. ❤️
REBLOG IF YOU LOVE DOGS
9 million people fucking love dogs
Here we come 10.
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I’ve finally found it again
the elusive 10 million note post
they say no two people reblog it with the same original text
Reblog if you read imagines before you go to bed
Reblogs > Likes | It truly does make a difference for us
Literally this, cant be stressed enough
Yup, very helpfull
Yes!
Yeah, it’s so true
This is true, though I would stress that you should always create to please your biggest fan. Yourself. Enjoy creating for the sake of creating. If others like it too, that’s icing.
Struggle to get over 100? I’m lucky if I get 50 but tbh I’m happy with knowing 50 people enjoyed my work ❤
I actually have so much love for dogs
Mistah J’s Doll - Joker x Reader Imagine
Request: Sorry to bother you but I think your stories are great and I would like to request a jokerxreader where it's Halloween and the reader dresses up as a sexy doll just for her mistah J. Again, sorry to bother you.
You guys are never bothering me, with that being said I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in ages I am back now and will be updating regularly.
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Y/N’s POV
It was early in the morning when woke I woke up to cold sheets lying next to me, showing me that J had left earlier this morning for his business meeting. I stretched my tired bones out, popped a few joints then slowly wandered out of our bed. Today was halloween one of my favorite holidays and you know damn well I was about to get spooky maybe a little sexy for Mistah J.
I went threw my morning routine of getting ready, I started with my hair and makeup then moving to my outfit for the day. I found a my long jean jacket, pairing it with my white cropped tee and black jeans.
Grabbing my keys off the mantle I wandered over to my black Ferrari that J had bought for my birthday last year, smiling at the memory I got in and headed to my favorite halloween shop.
It was easy for me to go out in public since the press hadn't figured out who the Joker’s queen was, to everyone on the streets I was a normal citizen of Gotham. Which to me is more terrifying for the people since a criminal was lurking in the store shadows.
I wanted to give Mistah J a treat tonight so I needed to find a sexy little costume to play around in. Moving through the aisles I went to the adult section gazing at all the costumes.
A small black costume caught my eye it had gold and black jester signs labeled all over the corset of the costume. I picked it off the rack and some small black booty shorts that were next to it. The fish nets across from the costume would fit perfectly with the rest of the ensemble, I payed the cashier with money from my account even though I haven't worked in months I still have quite the savings account even though Mistah J says I don't need to pay for anything, but we all know what his method of payment is.
Shortly after arriving back at the penthouse I played the outfit on the bed and heading to take a shower so I could be all fresh for the rest of the night. Mistah J would be home in a couple hours and I wanted to make sure I was ready for our little spooky night.
J had planned to go out on a murder spree tonight in order to wreck havoc on his favorite holiday but I had convinced him otherwise. I styled my hair in beauty waves with a bit of definition and I did my makeup in a doll look that had a sexy touch to it.
J would be home in a half hour so I slid into the tight costume that should my mid drift and quite a bit of my butt, it was more of lingerie then a costume at this point but I knew that J wouldn't mind at all. I slid into the black heels that sat at the bottom the bed and whipped around to look at myself in the mirror.
Damn did I look good, J will be ecstatic to see me in this.
Downstairs I heard the door open and the sound of J’s voice echoed throughout the penthouse calling out for me. Strutting down the hallway to the balcony that overlooks the living room where J was standing I mischievously giggled catching his attention.
“My my doll don't we look ravishing.” J spoke with a low growl that always seems to get me a little worked up.
“I got all dressed up just for you, J.” The words flowed out of my mouth as if they were made of silk.
“Now why are you just standing there doll come give me a kiss.” He speaks slowly after stretching out his arms signaling for me to come to him.
Gliding down the stairs moving my hips ever so slightly to tease him, I couldn't help but get excited for what was coming.
A low growl escaped his clenched teeth as a strutted towards him embracing myself in his strong arms and catching his lips with mine. J had pulled away after a short kiss and spun me around checking out my entire outfit.
“You did this all for me doll?” J asked with a sly grin slowly spreading across his pale face.
“Yes Mistah J.”
J looked as if he was pondering for a second before demanding that all the henchmen leave the main area of the penthouse. His grin growing larger.
“Now doll, lets enjoy our halloween shall we?”
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Im so sorry this was so dreadfully awful I will be posting more better quality imagines!
Requests are still open so let me know what you guys want!
-M
this user has depressive moods related to anxiety
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
what the heLL
Um….guys….
There are negative notes….
WHY ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?
HOW ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?!?!?!?!
Its in the black hole of tumblr
At time of reblogging, this post has 1 note :’)
Uhm nothing was there then I hit the heart and 1 note popped up.. Guys I’m scared..
it has reset to 0 notes. what have you done?
now it’s floating in the middle of the thingy
EVERY DAMN TIME
There’s literally nothing there.
What is this?
I couldn’t scroll past this. I need to be part of history for this. There are no notes do you even realise
Let it be known I was here on this day of march twentieth twenty sixteen and I’m laying in bed at nine thirty am
WOO NO NOTES PARTYYY
WTF IS THIS?!?! IM CONFUSED NO NOTES WUT DA ACTUAL FUCK
I LIKED IT AND IT HAD ONE NOTE.
ONE.
NOTE.
I TRIED TO REBLOG AND TUMBLR CRASHED GUYS IT ISN’T EVEN IN MY LIKES THIS POST IS A WORMHOLE
where’s the lie
joker: hey bats
joker: how many billionaires does it take to make a superhero
joker: three
joker: two to die and one to never get over it
batman: *sobs*
Dying Petals - Joker Imagine
//This is so bad I apologize ahead of time.//
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Y/N’S POV
Splayed across the floor like the bodies of the dead men and women the joker has left behind, were the small but fragile rose petals which would usually represent romance but in this case it didn't even get close to that mark.
It was three days after our 1 year anniversary and yet I felt no love or joy or even thrill that could quite possibly come with the joker, all I felt was despair. I was a broken doll, stuck on repeat; going to meetings, being the precious queen and his partner in crime. Only that gimmick gets old quickly.
With my hands folded in my lap covering a small petal, the heat that radiated throughout my body killed the beautiful petal with one fatal swoop, much like Joker did three days ago when the only thing he could muster up to say was, “A year already? Crazy how Im not tired of you.”
Now that small joking sentence crushed my small heart surrounded by petals as beautiful as these. The tear drops cascaded down my cheeks in an ugly manner as I pulled my self off the floor threw threw the deceased petal from my palm and grabbed my suitcase.
Looking behind me I saw the home I've been trapped in and the home where I was once happy, but I no longer saw joy but a prison. I walked out the dark door into the nippy Gotham air and began to walk.
I left my phone and car behind knowing Joker would track me, once he sees I'm gone. Headlights flashed by me in a daze and my strides became larger. I wasn't afraid no one would touch me but I couldn't bear to life my head up and face the civilians who fear me.
I reached my old apartment where Joker had broken into in order to use it as a safe house. I laughed at the memory while touching the card board that covered the shattered window. Turning on the lights was no use since the electric bill hadn’t been payed, there was no running water and dust had ben collected everywhere. Perfect.
I went to my room and laid on the bed trying to soothe my mind and maybe gets some peaceful sleep, away from his yelling. Soon enough i found my self dozing off for the first time in days, it felt great.
Joker’s POV
I slammed the front door open fuming from a heist going wrong, I should of brought Y/N with me. Already agitated all I wanted was to go drink myself to sleep and not hear her annoying voice.
It was eerie in my house, I didn't hear Y/N humming over doing anything, who am I kidding she was probably asleep its all she does anyway. I opened my door to my office poured myself a glass of hard liquor and slumped into my large chair. I sat there pondering in the silence not being able to shake the feeling of something missing.
Finally having enough of it, I charged out of the room ready to yell at Y/N for making me feel this way but when I went into the bedroom she wasn't there. I checked the kitchen, the basement, the living room and the garage but she was nowhere to be found.
I went back to the bedroom to find her phone and her keys, I checked all the drawers and the closet and all her personal items were gone. She was gone. She left me. How dare she.
Who does she thinks she is, thinking she can leave the Joker? Jokes on her I didn't like her that much anyway, it was time for me to upgrade.
I glided back into my office and calmly sat in the chair trying to erase the ache I was feeling. With the more alcohol I consumed the more my thoughts raced.
Why did she leave me?
She knows better.
She loves me.
Over to my right I see the roses I had given her thrown all around the floor, destroyed. The petals withered and brown and a small note laying in the middle of all the chaos.
“You don't know what you have until you've lost it.”
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This was shitty but I'm bored so HEY! Legoo.
~M
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
this made me sad, not because it was about suicide but because I thought about all of my family and friends and that would probs happen if I ever felt so bad that I did that to myself
For anyone who needs this.
“what are you reading?”
“its a…online book.”
“oh cool, what’s it about?”
“….uh….”
I love that everyone just knows
Or…alternately:
“what are you writing?”
“it’s a….story.”
“oh cool, what’s it about?”
“…uh…”
“can i read it?”
“Oooh what are you drawing? Can I see?”
I FEEL THIS on a personal level
Very much true
me when I’m writing a dirty imagine lmfao
Me every frikin’ time.
A villainous bitch? Me?
why the hell would does anyone even build skylights in gotham anymore?? you know batman’s skank ass is going to crash though it in t-minus 4 minutes
Little known fact: Wayne Enterprises owns the largest glass and window replacement firm in Gotham City.
AWWWE, YOU LET HIM CHEW
