MOVED TO @LAUGHN

❝  𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙴  ❞

[laughn-a2]

I should laugh, but I cry - because your love has passed me by. You took me by surprise. You didn’t realize but I was waiting. Time goes slowly, but carries on and now the best years have come and gone. You took me by surprise - I didn’t realize that you were laughing     //    arthur fleck from joker (2019) as written by heath

[laughn-a1]

i've moved arthur to the same url @laughn

[laughn-a1]

alright, so i’ve decided i’m going to be revamping / moving blogs to start fresh. i don’t feel comfortable or happy on this blog right now so i just need to start over - i’ll be posting a promo for the new blog once it’s done x

[laughn-a1]

roadtaster‌:

mike  blinks,  looking  up  at  the  figure  from  his  slouched,  half-sitting,  half-lying  position  on  the  ground.  words  take  a  moment  to  sink  in,  &  a  furrow  forms  between  the  blond’s  brows.  ❛     no,     ❜  he  says,  words  mumbled  into  the  collar  of  his  SHEARLING  JACKET.  arms  are  crossed  over  his  chest,  hugging  himself  tight.  ❛     i  was  just  -     ❜  arm  extricates  itself  from  ENTANGLEMENT  ;  gestures  towards  the  man.  ❛      -  admiring  your  suit.     ❜

DEMEANOR PERKS UP.  sitting   upright,   leaning   forward   towards   the   other.   giving   a   cock   of   his   head,   a   crooked   toothy   grin   spreads   across   painted   face.   stained   hands   remain   linked   together,   resting   on   his   lap.   a   theatrical   nod   of   his   head   followed   by   spoken   word.   seemingly   loud   enough   for   their   whole   section   of   the   train   to   hear. 

“        oh   of   course   ~   well   then   you’re   welcome   to   stare      “

[laughn-a1]

soliswrote‌:

    AN EXCITED GASP ESCAPES FROM THE BRIGHTLY - PAINTED LIPS on a pale woman’s face, her flouncing step running up towards the man stood nearby. He’s dressed as a clown; Harley loves nothing more than a GOOD CLOWN. She claps her hands together, beaming up towards his face & leaning up on her tippy toes. Pom poms shake on the ends of her shoes, & her pigtails bounce around her shoulders.        “ HI ! OOOH, YOU LOOK GREAT ! CAN I GET A PICTURE ? PRETTY PLEASE ? ”

IT STARTLES HIM.  her   sudden   presence.   her   rushed   and   excited   words.   shoulders   tense,   he   holds   brightly   colored   sign   firm   in   hand.   no-one   had   ever   asked   for   a   picture   before.   normally   passers   by   give   him   a   glance   at   most.   well,   that   or   he’s   getting   beaten   up.   he   isn’t   quite   sure   what   to   say.   but   collecting   his   bearings,   he   gives   a   slight   now.   shuffling   closer   to   her.   cautiously.

[laughn-a1]

rosescut·:

               SHE HELD AN ICE PACK TO HER CHEECK , looking over at him as she sat away from the other kids , having gotten in trouble with some of the bullies . ‘ i let them hit me . ’ she admitted quietly , her free arm hugging herself . ‘ it’ll just make them fall even more when they get knocked down . ’ there’s a soft pause before she looks at him . ‘ you’re arthur right ? ’

BACK AGAINST BEATEN LOCKERS.  dented   metal   and   faded   paint.   hands   casually   in   coat   pockets.   a   slow   nod   is   given   in   response.   not   replying   further   to   the   matter.   but   returning   to   the   former.  “        why   would   you   let   them?   now   they   think   they’re   tough   shit~      “    he   spoke   as   though   he   himself   would   have   been   able   to   fight   back.   of   course   not.   he   was   too   frail   to   do   any   sort   of   damage   without   a   weapon.   in   fact,   if   it   had   been   arthur,   he   would   probably   be   in   worse   condition   than   lizzie   is   right   now.

[laughn-a1]

brainwrangler‌:

                            SHE     WAS     VERY     STILL,     ,     unmoving     as     she     watched     the     other     move,     ,     watched     as     she     glared,     ,     watched     as     he     tested     her     -     -     she     knew     she     was     being     watched     too     so     she     just     stood,     ,     hands     behind     her     back     as     fingers     tugged     sleeves     down     as     not     to     give     anymore     of     her     weaknesses     away-     for     he     seemed     to     already     know     where     they     all     were,     and     wasn’t     afraid     to     call     her     out     on     them     -     so     much     like     any     other     prison     visit     she     would     remain     still     ,     ,     and     try     her     best     not     to     let     personal     feelings     in     -     

“     still     there     -     just     lost     ”     hands     stop     moving     behind     her     as     she     speaks     they     clasping     her     jaw     tightening     for     a     moment     as     she     unwavering     stares     into     the     green     hues     she     has     stared     into     many     times,     ,     how     different     they     looked     in     this     moment     (but     how     similar     )     to     the     ones     she     used     to     know.     as     she     stands     there     heart     beating     loudly     in     her     chest     ,     ,     gaze     on     the     man     she     used     to     know     his     words     sting     -     she     was     being     naive     ,     ,     she     was     choosing     to     have     hope     in     someone     that     was     most     likely     gone     -     however     no     matter     his     words     or     her     mind,     ,     she     would     firmly     believe     in     him     as     she     always     had,          “     do     you     have     a     lot     of     visitors     ?     “     

SLOW, HANDS LOWER.    gaze   unwavering.   the   laughter   suddenly   stops.   grazed   digits   slide   down   painted   feature.   smudging   greasepaint.   streaked   downwards.   the   motion   was   fluid,   and   soon   his   hand   returned   to   his   side.   the   other   slipping   into   his   coat   pocket.   they   had   contacted   cori   when   he   had   been   arrested.   she   was   listed   as   his   most   recent   psychiatrist   and   was   immediately   called   in   to   the   police   station   where   they   were   keeping   him   overnight.   this   was   the   first   time   cori   was   seeing   him   like   this.   in   a   strange   way,   it   was   painful   for   arthur   to   let   her   see   him   this   way.   she   was   one   of   the   only   people   who   was   ever   nice   to   him.   BUT   NOW   SHE   GOT   TO   SEE   THE   REAL   HIM.   there   was   no   hiding   anymore.   what   was   the   point?   every   day   of   his   life   had   been   spent   trying   to   be   normal.   but   what   was   the   point?   he   knew   he   wasn’t   normal.   and   he   wasn’t   going   to   pretend   to   be   anymore.

there’s   a   sharp   intake   of   air,   followed   by   deep   huff.   eyes   shut.   collecting   his   thoughts.   turning   his   back   to   her,   shuffling   feet   to   the   center   of   his   cell.   short   dragging   sounds   on   concrete,   the   soles   of   shoes.   he   spoke   again   now.   much   calmer.   composed.   yet   he   remained   facing   away   from   her.  “        no   -   who   do   you   think   would   visit   me?      “    as   he   finishes   his   sentence,   eyes   are   cast   over   his   shoulder   to   meet   with   her   once   again.   before   suddenly   the   laughter   elevates   again.   hunching   forward,   hands   covering   face.   it   was   wild   and   berserk.   there   was   something   different   about   it   than   before.   it   wasn’t   hollow.   it   wasn’t   forced.   it   wasn’t   painful.   it   was   joyous. 

[laughn-a1]

@kaspbraktm said:    BLOOD COVERED

IT WAS RELENTLESS.  laughter   rang   through   bleak   atmosphere.   choking   on   his   own   breaths.   he   grabs   at   his   throat   and   face   in   desperate   attempt   to   stop.   to   muffle   sound.   the   body   lay   lifeless   in   front   of   him.   crimson   liquid   staining   pristine   white   tile.   roughened   skin.   dirty   clothing. 

the   sound   was   like   wails.   horrific   and   cruel.   hands   tremble.   fingertips   numb   with   the   sensation   of   the   act   he   had   just   carried   out.   the   scene   before   him   was   brutal.   gruesome   and   appalling.   yet   what   he   felt   wasn’t   guilt.   it   was   CONFUSION.   confusion   at   his   own   emotions.   something   he   felt   often   but   not   quite   like   this.   not   in   this   sense.   he   was   perplexed   that   he   didn’t   feel   guilty.   he   had   ruthlessly   ended   someones   life   and   yet   all   he   could   do   was   sit   there   and   laugh.   he   cried   and   yet   the   laughter   still   somehow   overwhelmed   it.   not   even   the   other’s   presence   seemed   to   stop   it.   not   even   an   onlookers   judging   stare.   he   didn’t   care   anymore.   it   was   funny.

[laughn-a1]

rosescut·:

             ‘ I’VE BEEN RAMBLING AGAIN HAVEN’T I ? ’ she asked with small smile . ‘ sorry sorry , he just gets on my nerves with all the deadlines . ’ she never thought that being a proffessional photographer would be this stressful but then again , she did her work well , so she was often in high demand . ‘ anyways how have you been , i made sure to clear my schedule today so that i could hang out with you ! ’

HAD HE SAID THAT ALOUD? shit.   it   had   been   unintentional.   he   had   become   so   lost   in   his   own   thoughts   that   he   had   begun   to   speak   them.   calloused   hand   moves   to   cover   his   mouth   nervously   now.   gaze   cast   to   the   ground,   brows   furrowed.   a   slow   nod   is   given,   refusing   to   catch   her   gaze   now.   his   embarrassment   was   evident.   hunched   shoulders,   curled   posture.  “        yeah   -   i’m   alright      “    muffled   through   dirtied   fingers  “        it’s   been   a   rough   week      “

[laughn-a1]

reclot‌:

                           his parents told him not to wander  —— it was easy to get lost in a big bustling crowd such as one at the circus. but michael never listens  &  he`s kicking up manure dirt when he sees a clown ! & he does what he does best , following from the unnoticeable distance until he`s so close , you can`t escape.

  ❝     are you … a real clown ?    ❞

IT WAS BUSTLING.   the   circus   was   loud   and   littered   with   eager   crowds.   but   he   wasn’t   exactly   trying   to   keep   a   low   profile.   that   much   was   obvious.   matted   green   hair   falls   over   scrawny   shoulders,   covered   by   bright   red   suit   jacket.   face   slathered   in   make   up.   he   turns   towards   the   voice.   eyes   wandering   for   a   moment   before   falling   on   the   small   figure   before   him.   the   sight   forces   a   smile.   a   twisted   familiarity   in   the   mask   he   wore.  “        of   course   i   am~      “    is   reassured   as   he   leans   down   to   the   other’s   height   now.   words   are   low   and   hushed.   as   though   meant   only   michaels   ears.  “        i   like   your   mask      “

[laughn-a1]

@pistollips said:    “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!”

A KNOT FORMS IN HIS THROAT.   eyes   wide.   brows   raised   as   his   sentence   falls   flat.   suddenly   his   mouth   feels   dry.   suddenly   his   palms   feel   clammy.   his   breathing   quickens.   the   anxiety   was   overwhelming.   he   was   in   shock.   taken   aback   by   her   abrasive   comment.

  “        i-   well   i-   ....   what?      “    he   stumbles   over   his   words,   they   spill   out   carelessly   as   though   he   was   in   a   daze.

[tlematimun]

For my whole life, I didn’t really know if I even really existed. But I do. And people are starting to notice.

[laughn-a1]

hi! we haven’t gotten the chance to write yet but that hasn’t stopped me from being the amazing writing and portrayal that you bring to this character. the care you have for arthur is palpable and allows any reader to really see him in an interesting way. keep on being amazing! 🖤💚💜

omg thank you so much anon! this honestly means a lot to me, i’ve always been kind of unsure about my portrayal of arthur and feel like i’m not really doing him justice so it makes it worth it to know that someone finds my writing interesting and entertaining ,, i’d love to know who you are so i can love you forever :) feel free to hmu with an im <3

[laughn-a1]

bathtook‌:

He fights the urge to PANIC, to kick out against the chair he’s tied to. “What do you WANT?” Absurdly, he thinks he had a childhood friend who was terrified of clowns. They’d never bothered Stanley, although he was beginning to reassess that. Patty would be so worried when he didn’t return home. “Money? Revenge?” 

EXHALING SMOKE. blowing it straight into the other’s face with a sly smirk. joker didn’t want anything. he didn’t know this man. and he certainly hadn’t done anything to him personally. he was just very much in the wrong place at the wrong time.  “    i jus’ wanna have some fun~    “

[laughn-a1]

pherotox‌:

❝      the     LEAST     you      could     do     is     hand     over     the      remote…     who    knows,     your    ugly    mug    MIGHT     still    be     on    the    news.    ❞

HIS GRASP TIGHTENS. holding firmly to the remote control.  “   i’d much prefer to watch this~    “  his eyes narrow at the monty python skit playing on the old television, refusing to look at her.

[laughn-a1]

brainwrangler‌:

            this is the most tragic, difficult thing she has ever had to deal with in her entire life, , being beaten, , kidnapped and tortured was easier than this, , that was a cake walk- but sitting here with him , , with this new person J O K E R - -  it was a new level of heart break she had not in all her years has ever felt. there was no time to morn Arthur, , once the mind is broken the way his is theres no time to think, , so here she sat her hands in the lap of her tan velvet skirt , , brown hues resting calmly on her patient which he still was, , he always would be - there wasn’t a choice in that, it wasn’t up to anyone else, not the people, and not the JOKER. 

           “ you haven’t died . “ her tone was soft, , lips turned in a soft smile, , everything about her was soft- - just as it always was for Arthur, and how it would be n matter what happened, , she was a professional and every emotion she was feeling needed to be put away, , she wasn’t going to get in the way of the progress that he was in need of, , “ feels like it doesn’t it ? “ she shifts slightly in her seat as her eyes focus into the others, her fingers moving to fix her sleeves as she did so, , she hoping to show that she was comfortable even if everyone else was not- - “ but i know you are very much alive Arthur, , you’re just hiding right now.” she gives a slight nod, , “ and thats okay. . ill talk to my new friend. “ she offers teeth in her widening smile as she spoke, “ Joker, , do you do stand up as well ? or is it just your name ? “ 

THERE WERE SIGNS. signs that this was imminent. this person. no, arthur wasn’t gone. he wasn’t dead. not really. he had just changed. but so drastically he wasn’t arthur anymore. he was joker. a murderer. and to this person, arthur was dead. there was no chance of him returning. that part of him was gone. for good. but perhaps that wasn’t the case. perhaps there was still hope for him. despite how much it didn’t look like it right now. maybe he could be helped. 

SMILE SPREADS ACROSS PAINTED FEATURES. careful movements up to the bars of his cell. hands grasping slowly onto cold metal as he leans close. crooked teeth bearing. a low chuckle raises into full laughter which never seems to cease. arthur had always had a peculiar laugh - but now with the way he looked it was just ... creepy.  “    naive, as always    “  words slither out with malice soaked tone. green hues are deadly still. watching her. seeing right through her.  “    always wanting to see the good in people, hm? well where’s the good in me now, cori? where is it now?!    “  he shakes the bars violently. this really wasn’t arthur anymore. he was a mere shell of his former self.

[laughn-a1]

nightheroics‌:

he’s keeping count, somewhere in his head. Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen...just enough seconds for his other victims to be out of the building so he could have the clown all to himself. And a raise of his arm and he’s flung from the ground onto the top of one of the crates, hovering just above him as the smoke finally clears. The calm and ease at which he finds him almost unnerving him where he stood, perched as a black mass of shadow and rage.

“ it’s just us now. ” He murmured, a low growl in between lips, as if that was important. As if it could change the mad man’s mind from doing anything more than hurting a few civilians. “ Put your hands up behind your head. Don’t make me force you. ” The threat crawled out of him so severely, guttural words uttered from a distance. A tremble that was more rage than the subtle fear he felt as cold sweat running down his spine. His hand reaching for another batarang ; gaze following every weak flex of movement for any surprises.

STARE WAS INTENT. focused sharply on the freak. yet he was calm. unwavered. he simply smiled as he watched him move. simply cupped his hands behind his back with ease as he was threatened. allowing his cigarette to hang from his lips. smoke rising delicately into the frosty night air. head tilts as eyes narrow with curiosity. curious as to what the others next move would be. he had the higher ground yes, but he should know that he wouldn’t go easily.  “    you’re going to have to try a little harder than that~    “

FINALLY HE AVERTS HIS GAZE. towards concrete as he takes slow steps around him. circling. he felt relaxed enough to look away from him. to not have to watch his every move. that cocky. but arthur joker found this all to be far too predictable. slyly now, cigarette is removed and thrown to the ground without care and swiftly stopped out. with a deep breath he stops in his tracks and turns his entire body towards him, giving him a cock of his head and look that egged him to make his next move.