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wuika · 6 months
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Arthur tired after hanging out in the rain. I wanted to know how attractive he looks in a wet shirt. 👉👈
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montimer · 10 months
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Yandere!Joker x gn reader
Warnings: yandere stuff like obsession,killing,kidnapping etc..
(Could be any joker but mainly him)
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He would fall in love w/ you. How sweet and kind you were.
So one day he jumps out of the dark and takes you w/ him
It takes time,but once you see he wouldn't hurt you, and hes much stronger anyways, you stop fighting back
He'll let you leave if you keep one rule. Always come back to him.
If not than he will have to lock you away again, and you wouldn't want that
Hes very clingy
He would hug you close. Cuddle you. Kiss and compliment you
When you come back to him hes so happy. He will spin you around
He can get jealous very easyly. Someone talks to you and get too close,even touchy feely? Don't worry dear. He'll get rid of them. No need to thank him.
If ur sad ab the person,he will be confused. He did it for you,didn't he? He was just getting rid of the worthless trash for you.
He hates it when Batman 'saves' you. He won't let it happen again
Also when hes jealous, he will stand close to you. Or behind you, in the shadow,threateningly.
He will get you presents randomly. He listens to what you like.
He tells you jokes while talking. If it makes you laugh or smile he will be so happy. His heart beating faster. Hes only soft for you.
He will watch cartoons w/ you, or do some tricks to entertain you
He likes to be close to you. He wants to be the only one close to you. You're his and hes yours.
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jokerislandgirl32 · 26 days
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The Urge To Lean Over And Kiss Him Is Real…
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Can you imagine it? Because I can 🥰…
You could start by kissing his exposed neck and work your way up to his beautiful lips. The sunlight shining on his face as you close in for the kiss, he’d be smiling throughout the kiss, maybe giggling from the intimacy of the moment. He’d likely throw his arms around you and pin you to him in a bone crushing embrace. Tangling his hands in your hair (or gripping your scalp if you do not have hair 😊), and you’d be doing the same to his gorgeous locks. And when you’d finally pull away, you would both be breathless. You’d stare down at him, and he’d stare up at you. The sunlight reflecting on his face making his green eyes glitter with pure joy…
I hope you guys enjoy thinking about this as much as I have 😉!
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five-miles-over · 2 years
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Yandere!Arthur Fleck Headcanons
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TW: Stalking, intrusion/breaking in, obsessive/controlling behavior, possible violence
A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope you like it!
Arthur Fleck is definitely a jealous, obsessive type of yandere.
Due to his job(s), Arthur wouldn't be able to keep a constant eye on each and every move of yours.
Still he would find a way to let you know that he was always watching you.
After following you to your workplace/school once, he would make a habit of leaving you small notes there. The notes would be things such as "I'm watching you <3" or "You our so pretty" or "Can't wate to marry you :) "
How did it all begin, you ask? Well, it all started when you showed up at his doorstep on a plain Thursday night. An envelope - perhaps a bill - addressed to one "Arthur Fleck" was delivered to you by accident. So, you took it to the address listed on the bill, and found yourself face-to-face with the tall, green-eyed, thin man.
You gently told him what had happened, handed him the bill, and politely bid him goodnight.
Taken aback by your willingness to do the right thing, Arthur became intrigued with you. After you left, he wanted nothing more than to see you again.
The next day, you met Arthur by accident at Pogo's, a comedy club within Gotham. Drinking a bottle of inexpensive liquor or beer, you sat at a table alone...when all of a sudden, you saw Arthur take the stage.
His jokes were...fair. You liked some of the things he said about his schooling. So out of support, you laughed along with him with the best grin that you could muster.
You thought it was just harmless encouragement. But to Arthur, that was the confirmation to solidify what he already believed: you were made for him, that you were an angel sent from heaven to bring him joy in this dreary life of his. And that he could never let you be hurt by anyone, including himself.
Much of what Arthur did was...rather tame. In addition to leaving you notes, he would surprise you while you were on the way back from work/school. He'd give you a spontaneous song-and-dance routine, something inspired from an old film or one of his jobs as Carnival.
When he had a little extra money, he would leave a cheap, small box of chocolates or candies at your workplace. Along with a crude drawing of you and him as stick figures, holding hands surrounded by hearts.
It was easier not to take it personally, even though something in your gut felt very, very wrong about Arthur. He needed help, he needed a professional intervention from a therapist far better than the shoddy ones in the city. Still, a part of you thought that maybe he was just having a little crush, and that it would pass.
But everything changed one Saturday night. It was after the famous talk show host Murray Franklin was assassinated on live television by a comedian known as the "Joker" wearing a colorful costume and clown makeup.
Coincidentally, Arthur was mysteriously gone from you life. He was nowhere near you, much to your surprise. Relieved a little, you relaxed in your apartment with your favorite comfort food and a feel-good television show.
Just then, there was a knock. A familiar voice, calling your name.
Annoyed, you opened the door with a huff. "Arthur, how the hell did you- " At your door stood the same man who killed Murray Franklin, clown makeup dripping in all of its maniacal glory.
"There's no one to stop me now, doll," the Joker sweetly spoke, entering your apartment with a confident stride. "We can finally be together."
You trembled, trying to think of an escape route, any way to get out of this situation. "Arthur, please..."
The Joker slammed your door shut, and turned the lock. "I'm not him anymore, doll. I'm your world now. And don't even bother calling the police..." He pulled out a gun from his pocket and fired two shots at the door, causing you to scream.
"Now, now..." the Joker knelt, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're mine, remember?"
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karinfleck · 10 months
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I want this clowndaddy in my life and my bed every day! uwu
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fleckficgirl · 8 months
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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10
Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.
Warnings: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.
Word Count: 3164
Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).
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“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”
Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.  
Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.
But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.
Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.
You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.
You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?
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The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.
“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”
You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.
“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”
You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.
Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?
Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.
Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.
Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.
“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”
You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.
And his hair. His hair.
You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?
Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.
You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.
When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.
“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.
A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.
“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.
“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.
“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.
“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”
You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”
“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.
“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”
“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know,  it’s probably just the rain.”  
“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”
It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.
“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.
“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”
“I'm fine!”
“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”
“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”
At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.
“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”
"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.
To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.
“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”
Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”
“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.
“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”
“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.
“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized. “I’m fine!”
“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”
“Okay.”
You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.
“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”
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“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.
“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”
“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”
Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”
“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”
Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”
He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.
“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”
“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”
“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”
“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”  
You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.
“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”
Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.
“I'm serious!”
“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”
“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”
“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.
“What shampoo do you use?”
"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.
“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.
You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”
“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.
“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”
**
After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.
“It says here you…think you hit your head?”
“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”
“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”
He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.
“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”
You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”
“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”
“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.
The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”
“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”
“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”
“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”
“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.
“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”
“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.
“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.
“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”
The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”
“Thank you,” Arthur said.
“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”
“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”
“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”
You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.
“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”
“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.
“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”
“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”
You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”
“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”
You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.
“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”
** Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:
“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”
“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.
The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”
“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.
“You could die.”
“Oh.”
“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”
“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.
“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”
“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”
“Then welcome to the jungle.”
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“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”
The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.
“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."
Arthur laughed. “Okay.”
The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.
You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:  
KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.
Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.
“Can you believe that?” you asked.
Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.
“I watched this on the news last night."
Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”
You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”
Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”
You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”
Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.
“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”
“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”
Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.
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liliesdiary · 4 months
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D.C MOODBOARDS
♡ Joker Moodboards ♡
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Joaquin Phoenix:
Love Letters For Arthur Fleck
Arthur, You Are My Poetry
Happy Birthday, Arthur Fleck
Making Dinner For Arthur Fleck
Stalker Arthur Fleck
Halloween With Arthur Fleck
Arthur, You Are My Flower
Christmas With Arthur Fleck
♡ Scarecrow Moodboards ♡
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Cillian Murphy:
Dr. Crane Locking His Doll Away
Nymphomania
Scarecrow Kidnaps His Baby Bat
Dr Crane x Dr Harleen Quinzel
Dr Crane x Poison Ivy
Scarecrow x Catwoman
Tear You Apart
The Throuple That Rules Arkham Asylum
♡ Nightwing Moodboards ♡
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Dick Grayson:
Bad Girls Don't Get To Cum
♡ Jason Todd Moodboards ♡
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work in progress..
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ralugraphics · 2 years
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Oh, I've wanted to paint this scene for a very long time, and now it's finally done 🖌😏🎨🤡
A4 acrylics painting
Hyped about Joker Folie a Deux? 😍🔥
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death-notex · 2 months
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Joker Aesthetic
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darknessisafriend · 1 year
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For Arthur and joker, can you please do some general relationship headcanons please? Thank you 😊
Hiii ! first thank you for your patience and request, I was soooo busy with work I had lost any energy to write but I am slowly back! and damn that feels good^^
Enjoy!
Arthur has a very precise idea of a relationship, those you see in movies, read in books. He idealizes them, so romantic, love on a cloud, Arthur always dreamt of this pure and unconditional love. However, he would crave so much to be loved that he wouldn’t be so picky.
He would do everything to make your love story, the most romantic of history. Flowers, breakfast in bed, little attentions, cuddles while watching TV. Arthur lived for you, you gave him a purpose, someone to wake up for each day, someone to live for.
Arthur is not a great cook, but he loves cooking, especially for those he loves. Food is the only thing he could afford to give so he would put much love into it, this was worth everything.
Arthur would become very emotionally dependent on you, which can be something heavy to deal with. But you would work together with a therapist to make it healthy. Still, it was a true pleasure for him to share any activity with you, he would respect if you needed some alone time though.
Arthur’s ideal date would be going to the cinema, preferably to watch an old movie, Chaplin or Marilyn Monroe. Then he would take you to dinner, some quiet place where he can enjoy a nice conversation without being disturbed by people or noises. The night would end by a walk, in a park or by Gotham River.
His favorite time of the year would be Christmas of course, he would love to decorate the house, select a Christmas tree with you and secretly buying your gifts or even making them. Arthur would sometimes sit with you to watch Christmas movies, promising you that one day he would make your life just like one of those movies.
Arthur is a true stay at home. He would actually prefer it, to be home, clean, cook for his lovely partner, he didn’t need the terrible outside world, he just needed you. He would invest his free time in caritative associations, hopefully with you by his side.
Joker is a very passionate partner, he is confident in his charisma, he is not afraid to publicly flirt with you, have his arm around you and give you extravagant gifts.
However, since he spends most of his time away outside, he wouldn’t dedicate so much time to you at home. He would have other ways to show his care for you, have you followed by one of his men to make sure you were safe, hide a rose in the drawer of your desk, your bag, on the pillow.
He would give you a lot of independence during your day to do what you want. The problem was that when he came back to you, you needed to be there, he would panic to not see you at home, sometimes it would lead to fights between the two of you. He would often disappear without warning and God knows where.
Still, you would be like a goddess to joker’s eyes, he adored you and he would fill in all your needs and desire. He would be ready to kill thousands to make you happy. Sometimes he would even give you gifts you didn’t ask for, but he just wanted to give you a luxurious life where you wouldn’t have to worry about anything, where you wouldn’t go through what his old self went through.
Of course, for Joker, his favorite season would be Halloween. Joker loves to make things explosive and make this day a true nightmare day. Except for children, he would give them candies, they remained a soft, those innocent creatures didn’t deserve any harm, only a little scare was still fun though.
Joker wouldn’t play romantic like Arthur would. But he would still make a bank explode for you while a heart shape firework escapes on Valentine’s Day. On special days, he would do something crazier than usual, abduct your favorite actor or journalist to film them reading sweet words for you. Your first sane thought would be to be worried for those people but then he would never harm them, and it was pretty sweet of him, risking a lot to get your favorite people.
You didn’t know if you could have a future with Joker. But him, he was confident about it. He rarely mentioned it of course, but some days where he would stay at home more, a glimpse of Arthur would come out, speaking of buying a house, adopting an animal…children. Those were precious moments that you kept engraved in your mind. Whatever would happen, Joker was a partner you would never grow bored with, a man who made you curious and excited about the future adventures he had for you.
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terry-perry · 2 years
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Any kissing or NSFW HCs you have for Artie (joker)? I would be down 👀
18+ only!
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You never know what to expect when you and Arthur are intimate
He can be gentle yet passionate as he lets you take the reins
But he also can be forceful with that same passion, without a need for your full consent
Either way, he’ll make sure you’re enjoying yourself 
Because it’s one of the best ways to ensure you stay loyal to him
That’s why he’ll spend a lot of time on the foreplay by working on you with his mouth and fingers
God those fingers...
He’ll want full eye contact during the whole thing
If you move your head to the side, he will turn it back so you’re forced to look at him while he pounds into you
He enjoys pain inflicted on him
Absolutely loves the feeling of your nails scratching down his back and the way you fight back when he pins you down
He asks you to slap him on occasion and call him names when he’s in a masochistic mood
But most of all, he loves when the two of you fight over control
Again, he will let you run things if he wants you to
If he wants to take over, however, he will do so
You just open up this hunger inside of him
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wuika · 5 months
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Arthur - They think that we’ll just sit there and take it like good little boys. That we won’t werewolf and go wild!
I hope you had a good Halloween. ^^
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montimer · 9 months
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I see a lot of people writing joker x nurse!reader. How about
Joker x guard!reader
Gn!reader
Warnings:mention of gun
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Imagine ur working in Arkham, as a guard
People warn you about all kinds of villians.
I think he would fall for you if: you are serious but kind
They would take him back injuried. Anyone else would just drag him back to his cell. But you just went over to him, helped him up and walked to a nurse for a first aid kit.
And thats how slowly he became obsessed w/ you
He would go up close and smile at you from his cell.
If you have a gun w/ you, he will joke about it.
He will also talk to you a lot. And i mean a lot. You just give him a smile. But the other guards would probably silence him
When he escapes, he will do anything to find out more about you.
When they take him back again,he'll be happy to see you.
He would tell you how easyly he will escape again. And you start to think that theres no way changing his mind
He would flirt w/ you. "You look beautiful, Y/n" "I wear the same outfit everyday." "I wasn't talking about ur outfit."
He would get really happy to see you. He would literally yell to get ur attention "Y/N, Hi" then he waves until the guards tell him to shut it.
Hes next plan is to escape and to take you w/ him ;))
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five-miles-over · 1 year
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Hello, your Yandere!Arthur headcanons were so good! Can we get any other of that kind? Headcanons or one-shot perhaps? Would really appreciate! :D
I've got something for you, anon. Thanks for your patience :)
(Trigger warnings: obsession, dark thoughts, controlling behavior, unhealthy actions)
Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public
Yandere!Arthur
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"Arthur, no. It's not that I don't like you. I just don't want to go out with you"
As soon as he heard those words, Arthur burst into a fit of laughter. Not the kind of laughter that comes in response to a joke. No, this was the laughter of a man who just heard the most devastating words he could ever imagine.
You hated him. He could see it in your eyes…but why? What did he ever do to make you hate him so?
Arthur walked away from you, but not before ripping apart the handwritten letter he poured his heart into, the letter conveying his immense desire to be with you all the time
When he got home, Arthur found himself talking out loud to you as if you were in the room. He turned to face a photograph of you, one that he'd taken while you weren't looking, using a stolen camera 
He demanded, with tears in his eyes, why you refused him. Was his love not enough for you? 
Arthur knew he was no Fred Astaire or Clark Gable, and he couldn't sweep you off your feet with the same charm…but what was it about him that disgusted you?
He begged your photo to take him, saying that he would do anything for you. Anything to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. That he would love you so, so much.
He'd even built a little shrine to you in the corner of his living room. It was filled with little trinkets and toys that Arthur thought you would like, and magazine clippings of expensive, beautiful gifts that Arthur dreamed of buying for you one day. 
He was sure that you would be touched by his altar, if only you agreed to go out with him and be his girl. But no, you had to dash his hopes and stab him in the gut with your words. 
Arthur eventually sank to his knees, laughing and crying near his shrine until he fell asleep. 
Yandere!Joker
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"Please. stop following me. I just don't like you…I don't like you at all."
Before you finished your sentence, you could hear the cock of a gun. 
The Joker advanced, closing the distance between the two of you. 
"Well I don't like you either," he murmurs with a dark glint in his eyes. "I want you. I need you."
Joker immediately turns the gun away from you and fires a shot into the public nearby
The sound is enough to make you scream, and the Joker takes advantage of your peril.
He grabs your waist and holds you close to him
"You made a real big mistake, doll," he growls into your ear before firing another random shot. Then, he smirks all of a sudden. "I know you didn't mean it like that. I'm not going to hurt you…"
The Joker flings his gun to the side, and puts his hands upon your cheeks.
Then, he carefully pulls the corners of your mouth into a forced smile.
"Now...how about we put on a happy face, sweetheart?"
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karinfleck · 1 year
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MOOD!!!
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He is so fcking gorgeous! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT HURTS!
My Arthur, my one and only ❤
AND YES, I'M MAD WITH JEALOUSY ASHSJSJSKAJAHD 😩 :'(
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askmrfleck · 1 year
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Come find me
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