#joker thirst squad

[karinfleck]

I love his voice and the way he talks uwu ❤️

[yeah-mani]

Listen, I hate this isekai trend as much as the next person, but I might check this out just for the Waifu Harley and Husbando Joker.

(Also, HEY, YES, let's make more animated reboots of live action things!)

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!

It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.

No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.

They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.

But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.

That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.

Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.

The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.

What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.

The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.

Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.

From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.

And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:

"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Main Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist (@imagines-to-quench-thirst)

This will be sanctioned into smaller bites of your favorite characters that I write for as I do write a lot (hehe)

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Duncan Vizla

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Arthur Curry

Orm Marius

Joker (Suicide Squad)

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[chomchomcherrybomb]

An essay

People who support Stella like to use the pro shipper logic, that liking Fiction doesn’t support irl action, and how it doesn’t affect anyone.

However, this simply isn’t the case, and in this essay I’ll explain why, because apparently people can’t comprehend how supporting an abusive toxic woman in fiction and outwardly applauding it is gross.

Pro shippers listen up as well.

In order for this to be as thorough as possible, we need to establish Romanticization vs study, and comedic effect.

Romanticizing something is to “deal with or describe in an idealized or unrealistic fashion; make (something) seem better or more appealing than it really is.” (-Oxford Languages dictionary.) whereas a study or character examination is “1 : analysis or portrayal in literature of the traits of character of an individual. 2a : a brief narrative or sketch devoted primarily to character study.” (-Merriam Webster)

A good example of these two different projections is Bojack Horseman vs 13 reasons why. Both deal with subjects of depression and suicide, along with drugs and numerous sexual themes, but

Bojack horseman is a character study,

13 reasons why is a romanticization.

The reason this is important is because it explains how portrayal affects opinion. This is why we can have horror movies about serial killers doing horrible things, and causing destruction in their wake, and people will be fine.

When people portray horrible shit, like r*pe, torture, murder, espionage etc, they portray it in a very specific fashion. 

When portraying those topics, it’s important to establish why we’re witnessing it, and how it affects the story and how we perceive the rest of the series/movie/book. Most of the time, with subjects like this, it’s established that it’s not a good thing.

Another good example of romanticization versus character study is the joker.

Joker (2019) is a character study, it shows a nuanced take on someone who’s jaded, and mentally ill, and takes it out on society. It portrays The Joker as a dysfunctional and dangerous person, who needs help. The movie focuses very heavily on the mental illness and societal prospects, rather than trying to make them seem appealing. People love this movie (just like I do) because of how it portrays him.

Now, the suicide squad joker is a romanticization. He’s shown as an attractive and sexy psycho, who takes and uses to his advantage. When he kills, it’s seen as cool or it’s played off. People hate this movie because of how romanticized the joker is. 

It’s the same reason why horror movies are still such a huge thing, when they portray murderers, r*pists, or horrible people in general, there’s usually a consensus that the antagonist of the movie is in the wrong. 

People romanticize Stella’s abuse, but hold Stolas to the opposite standard. 

Comedic effect is when people use intense or serious situations and make light of them for hilarity sake.

Helluva boss uses comedic elements in tune with character studies.

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As for Amber Bird, their support for her is romanticizing her actions. There’s a difference between enjoying the nuance and toxicity of a character for character sake, verses supporting them and excusing their actions. You can like characters that are toxic, that do horrible things, but don’t portray them as a flawless victim or someone whose actions were justified.

For example: Slashers. 

People LOVE slashers from films and games, have fanart and entire thirst blogs dedicated to them, but understand the character is fucking deranged and will/would kill them if they had a chance. They don’t try to justify their murders (atleast seriously). They enjoy the character as a character, but accept the character is not a good person.

Stella supporters don’t do that. And I also think there’s a difference between the extremes.

Murder isn’t held to the same standard due to its extreme nature. Abuse is something that happens everyday to several people, murder is less likely to happen. Hence why people are more angry at her attempt to hit him and her emotional/verbal abuse than her calling a hit on him.

When you support and defend an abuser, you’re setting a precedent that it’s okay, where it isn’t. 

Pro shippers and Stella Stans alike have this problem, where they portray their character or relationship in a positive light, which leads to toxic mindsets and sets a negative precedent.

Enjoy a character but don’t try and make them better than they are.

[loverhymeswith]

I Feel You in These Walls | Rick Flag x vigilante!Reader (NFGN)

A/N: As part of No Fucks Given November, I will be posting my unfinished WIPs throughout the month. Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer and @sociiallydiisoriiented for beta reading this. It's been lurking in my drafts for months and it's time to let go.

Summary: A figure from your past reappears.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8k

The corridors of your New York apartment block smell different tonight. It’s a subtle shift. Anyone without your particular set of skills would never notice the faint scent of gunpowder or the sharp tang of blood in the air, but it’s enough to put you on edge. The weight of your gun tucked inside the waistband of your pants is not quite the comforting presence it should be.

You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, some more deadly than the rest, so it’s difficult to believe that this is just a coincidence. And if the last few months are anything to go by, the shuffling footsteps and heavy breathing two floors above – right outside your own front door – can only belong to someone looking to cause you a headache.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you mentally cross off the list of potential pains in your ass: Batman seems an unlikely candidate since you left Gotham and promised never to return. The same goes for the Joker and everyone else like him in that cesspit of a city. Good riddance. There’s a handful of small-time villains still harbouring a grudge after you lied, cheated, and stole from them, but you doubt they’d have the guts to track you down like this. Which leaves one woman, with both the means and the motive.

Amanda Waller.

You’d thought you’d seen the last of her six years ago, but by all accounts she’s like a stain; stubborn and near impossible to get rid of. You’re well acquainted with her brand of persistence. She’d been trying to recruit you into her suicide squad ever since that particular brainchild first took seed in her dark and deceitful mind, but you’ve always been far too smart to end up in Belle Reve.

Too smart for prison maybe, but too stupid to turn down cold hard cash. $100,000 of it, to be exact. You can still picture the glimmer of barely concealed triumph in Waller’s soulless eyes as you’d shaken her hand over the table and accepted the packet of crisp green notes. She may as well have just snapped you in cuffs and hauled you down to the swamp herself.

That first mission had been unexpected, to say the least. Waller had contracted you out as personal protection for her commanding officer, Colonel Rick Flag. It had been laughable at first, that a military man as distinguished as Flag would need you of all people to have his back, especially when he had a team of super villains supposedly under his control. Within five minutes of meeting the team, however, Waller’s motives became clear. Despite - or maybe because of - the nanobombs implanted in their necks, the squad wanted Flag dead. Hell, five minutes in his company and you wanted him dead. But as always, the money was more important.

Whilst not going entirely to plan, the mission wasn’t a total failure. Flag was still in one piece, and with the team no longer thirsting for his blood, you were free to go about your merry way, to start a new life for yourself, sizable paycheck in hand. Of course, nothing ever works out quite the way you intended. You'd ended up with another five missions and another five envelopes of cash under your belt before managing to free yourself from Waller’s clutches.

Now, she wants you back.

You wouldn’t put it past Waller to find an excuse just to throw your ass in Belle Reve this time. To stick one of those nano-bombs in your neck and be done with it. You can picture with crystal clarity the cruel smirk that would cross her face knowing she had you forever at her beck and call. Which is why you need to be careful.

Compared to the likes of Harley Quinn, you’re a relative nobody within the criminal underworld, but judging by the attempts and offers that have been thrown your way recently, Waller is even more desperate than before. Desperate and dangerous.

It’s been this way ever since Corto Maltese: a mission gone spectacularly wrong; hundreds killed; mutiny within the ranks. With what remains of the Suicide Squad now disbanded, Waller needs a new team and with slim pickings at her disposal, her crosshairs are seemingly set on you.

A "gun-for-hire", she'd called you on her last phone call. “Why fight your true nature, Lynx? Just take the fucking cash.”

But the money means nothing to you now. Not anymore. Some things are more important. When you'd informed her as much, she'd simply scoffed. "Everyone has a price."

Not everyone, you think.

She told you he was a traitor – a criminal, just like the rest of his squad. That if his broken body hadn’t been buried under the rubble of the fallen secret military base in South America, he would have spent the rest of his life in a maximum security prison. As if that was supposed to make you feel any better.

You know – knew – Rick Flag well enough to be confident that these things weren’t true. And even if they were, he must have had a reason. Rick wasn’t the type to be reckless and rash. He never did anything without a reason.

Except falling in love with you.

Reaching the stairwell of your floor in record time, you try to ignore the pang in your chest that occurs whenever you think about Rick. It has always been a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down.

When you'd first heard the news, you had drunk yourself into a stupor for nights on end, replaying his last words to you over and again. “Coward”… “liar”… “why can't you just give me a chance?”

Back when he'd declared his feelings for you, your immediate response had been to laugh right in his stupidly handsome face. The great and honourable Colonel Flag head over heels in love with you – a small-time thief and some-time vigilante? What a joke.

Only, you’d quickly realised he wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest. In the few years you'd known the soldier, you'd never seen him so serious about anything – so hurt by your callous reaction. As usual, you'd been inconsiderate and brash. You'd told him to get a grip. That evidently, sleeping with him had been a mistake if he was going to go and catch feelings like some silly schoolgirl.

You can still see the pain in his eyes that came from your swift and casual rejection.

That was two years ago. Plenty of time for you to ponder your reaction. To wonder if you might have been wrong – hasty, even – to break his heart. Because even from day one there had undoubtedly been something about Rick Flag that had gotten under your skin. Something that had made you look twice. Whatever it was, it had certainly been enough to drive you into his arms and his bed.

But that's all by the by now. He's gone. Dead.

It still doesn't make sense. Rick was supposed to be invincible. The best of the best. Other members of Task Force X were replaceable, but not Rick. He had always been Waller’s golden boy. What the hell had gone so wrong?

Reminding yourself that now is not the time to be distracted by thoughts of what could have been, you pause. Waller is unlikely to show her face in person; she’ll have sent one of her lackies instead. You slide the gun from your belt and proceed along the corridor with caution. The scent of blood and gunmetal is stronger here. A single heartbeat rapidly pounding, breathing shallow and laboured. All signs point towards fear. Good. They should be afraid of you.

Over the last twenty-something years you’ve fine tuned your super-human senses, allowing yourself to become whatever you need to be in order to survive: a thief in the night, a ghost, an apex predator.

Silently rounding the corner, your eyes land on a dark hooded figure leaning next to your front door, their back turned towards you. Not exactly what you had been expecting, but you know better than to underestimate Waller. And so, not bothering to announce your presence you creep closer, your weapon carefully trained on the back of the stranger's head as you open your mouth.

"You can tell her my answer hasn't changed since last week."

At the sound of your voice, the figure pushes off the wall and turns around. Your grip on the gun doesn't waver, not until a tanned and scar-flecked hand pulls back the hood and all of the air leaves your lungs in a single woosh.

“Hello, darlin’.”

"F-Flag?”

Despite the shock and confusion – the awe and relief – at seeing him alive, you're quick to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. To wipe the surprise from your face and straighten your stance. It's second nature – a defence mechanism. Show no weakness. No matter how much you might want to fall to your knees and weep.

“What are you doing here?" you demand, voice devoid of emotion.

“Just passin’ through." He flashes you a faint yet disarming smile. "Figured I’d stop by.”

You fold your arms and stare him down. Now that you’ve got a better look at him, it’s a struggle not to let your concern show. Dark rings circle his eyes, his lips are dry and chapped. He's favouring his left side, and it looks as if he’s been wearing the same clothes for weeks. “I thought you were dead.”

A shadow crosses his face. “There’s a lot of that goin’ round.”

"It's been months. You could have called."

The muscle in his jaw ticks. "Would you have answered?"

It's a fair point. The last time he tried to get in touch, you'd dodged his calls. The memory now makes you sick to your stomach, but he doesn't need to know that. “What do you want, Rick?” There's no point beating around the bush. Something tells you he wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

"It's good to see you too, Lynx." He all but rolls his eyes. “Think we could go inside?”

“Depends why you’re here.” Your arms are still folded and you level him with an unamused glare. “Did Waller send you?"

"Waller?" He pulls a disgusted face. "Fuck no. If she knew I made it outta that hellhole alive I wouldn't be standin' here." His attention flickers back to the door of the apartment. “I need your help.”

Isn’t that always the case?

Sighing dramatically – a calculated attempt to further disguise your relief that Rick is actually here in front of you, alive and in one piece – you dig the keys out of your jeans pocket and shoulder your way past him to reach the door. “This better be good.”

Inside the apartment, you flick on the lights and dump your grocery bag on the kitchen table. When you gesture to a chair, Rick collapses into it. His heartbeat is strained and you can still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air.

“Go on then.” You lean against the counter and appraise him expectantly, ignoring the twinge of concern for his physical well-being. “I’m listening.”

He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, eyes fixed anywhere but you. “I need a place to stay. Some place Waller won’t find me.”

“Dammit, Rick,” you slam your hand on the table. “You know I thought you were Waller.” If he's trying to hide from Waller, the last place he should find himself is anywhere near you.

“What?” He frowns, confusion etched across his brow. “Why would you think that? What would she want with you?”

You withdraw your hand and retreat back to the counter. “People are disappearing again. Whatever went down on that island, she’s recruiting. And I'm on the top of her wishlist."

“Fuck.” Rick drops his head into his hands, giving you the opportunity to study his slumped figure. He seems smaller, somehow. A ghost of the man he used to be, yet his size is still so at odds with your tiny apartment. When he looks up again, you can see the conflict in his expression. "You really think she wants you?"

Despite the situation, you can’t prevent the crooked smile that creeps across your lips. “Everyone wants me.”

Rick’s own smile doesn't quite meet his eyes. He’s worried, you realise. Not to mention that he's probably remembering how spectacularly you turned his advances down.

Swiftly wiping the smirk from your face, you join Rick at the table, slipping into one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs. “Look, Waller’s money bought this apartment so you can’t stay here." You regret the words even as they leave your mouth. Mostly because for once it's actually the truth. "Besides, she knows you and I have history. If she gets wind you're still alive, this will be one of the first places she looks.”

“C’mon, Lynx." He places both hands flat on the table, large palms facing up like he’s showing you he’s all out of options. "We both know you have at least two safe houses somewhere in this city.”

You arch your brow. “You’ve been keeping tabs?”

“No. But you always keep your options open.” There’s a twinkle of something in his eye. “I know you.”

Which begs a question. "Then why come to me? It’s been two years." You force yourself to meet his gaze. "We didn't exactly end things on a good note."

Rick’s eyes crinkle, as if what you're referring to might be nothing more than a fond and distant memory, not the moment of pain and humiliation that you're sure it must have been. "Yeah, you made your feelin's pretty damn clear. But that's why I know you are the only one I can trust. You were the only one who truly had my back, even if you were breakin' my heart at the same time.”

He says it with such conviction. You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off by withdrawing something from his jacket pocket. A computer drive, scratched and flecked with dried blood.

Frowning down at the drive, your suspicious mind goes into overdrive. "What is this?"

Rick’s fingers tighten around the scrap of metal, and when he speaks again his expression is strained. "This… is the reason I should be dead."

Your eyes widen as your attention flicks between Rick and the drive. “You’ve got to be kidding me? And you brought this thing here?” Reaching across the table, you pluck it from his grasp. “Don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me what’s on it?”

He snatches the drive back. “Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.”

Something about his tone chills you to the core, but you press forward regardless. “How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know the full story?”

“All you need to know is that Waller was willin’ to have me killed to prevent the contents of this gettin’ out. Dubois told her I was dead and the drive was destroyed. If she finds out either of those things is a lie… I can't risk tellin' you much more. I don't wanna put you in any more danger.”

“Don’t worry about me, Rick. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, Lynx. But this… this is different.”

You don’t like this. Not one bit. Telling Rick as much earns you a resigned nod. “I understand if you don’t wanna help. I shouldn’t have come here, droppin’ all this on you.”

When you fail to respond, he rises from the seat on unsteady feet. From the clench of his jaw and the sweat beading across his brow, you can sense he's in pain. Your resolve weakens.

"Sit down, Rick."

To your surprise he doesn't argue, flashing you a look of confusion as he sinks back into the chair.

"You're hurt." Even if not for his pale and drawn expression, the sound of laboured breathing and the coppery tang of blood keeps you painfully aware that the colonel is in less than tip top shape. You can’t in all good consciousness kick him out. Rising from your own seat, you approach. "Let me see."

His eyes flicker down to his chest, but he shakes his head. "It's nothin'."

"You're a shitty liar." You raise your brow. "Remember who you're talking to?"

Reluctantly, Rick slowly but surely peels up the fabric of his hooded sweatshirt, until the slick and tanned muscles of his abdomen are on display. Your attention immediately lands on an angry-looking wound in the centre of his chest. You've seen your fair share of injuries to know that this one should have been fatal. For the second time this evening, you find yourself breathless.

"That doesn't look like nothing."

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[maxalotlxl]

My Top 5 Favourite Reads In 2023

Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir This seems like my obvious winner, The Locked Tomb is easily my favourite series at the moment and I want to eat up everything Tamsyn Muir releases from now on. I did actually finish Harrow this year too, and I did really enjoy it but I have an easier time reading characters like Gideon and Nona. The characters in Nona was more my speed than Harrow.

Godkiller by Hannah Kaner Nona was only the obvious winner because it's part of The Locked Tomb Series as individual books Godkiller and Nona is so hard to pick a preferred favourite. I really only picked this book up first because the cover is stunning and you can't blame me, but these characters had me in a chokehold. This is what I want from a reluctant allies to found family story, they were all so wary of each other at the start but found themselves doing the absolute most to protect each other at the end. I am screaming for Sunbringers release early.

Harley Quinn: Reckoning by Rachael Allen Harley my beloved, I can't even remember when my love for this character started I know it started from a purely aesthetic point, I loved her design. I moved into reading the Suicide Squad comics, because I really dislike Joker and wanted a Harley story without him. Then this book happened, Harley back in college (kind of) and still being the chaotic character while actually showcasing this brilliantly smart person. I loved this! The second wasn't a favourite but was still amazing and I can't wait for the thirds release.

The Faithless by C.L. Clark Yes I picked up The Unbroken because Touraine is hot, and yes Touraine and Luca are infuriating characters that make you question why you have such a loyal need to support them. Didn't stop Magic of the Lost become a favourite pretty much immediately, this sequel tops the first for mainly one singular reason, Sabine. Sabine was my self insert, shamelessly thirsting after both of the main characters while playing the dutiful match maker for them both too.

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree L&L is the only 4 star read on this list, and this does make me reconsider my rating for that. Originally my 4 star was because despite knowing this was just a cozy read, I do feel the need for some action/drama happening. But this was exactly what I wanted this to be so it really does deserve the 5 stars. I read this with a friend who I play D&D with and we both do like to imagine the future of our characters after adventuring, and this is what that was. Retirement after a long DnD campaign. I do have Bookshops & Bonedust, and while I have started it this time of year is so busy I haven't had the chance to have the cozy atmosphere necessary for this book.

Honourable Mentions

If You'll Have Me by Eunnie Such a cute, fluffy romance between too very different people that are both wanting a romantic relationship but having a hard time to figure out what that actually means for both them. This was exactly what I needed when I was reading it, just unfortunately doesn't quite make the list.

Kill for Me Kill for You by Steve Cavanagh I read this alongside my mother and older sister (eventually the books getting passed onto so many people at work, I have no idea where my copy is anymore), the three of us love a good mystery. We were raised on murder mystery detective shows. I really enjoyed this book and the twists just kept coming. The only reason this isn't in my top 5 was because the others have been in my head a lot more than this one.

[jokerflecker]

After my first orgasm my clit becomes so sensitive that a simple touch is very painful, it needs time to recover. But I'd like to have several orgasms. How would you deal with this? (Arthur and Joker)

Joker: I'll stuff you full of fingers instead, see if I can work my magic there. You'll recover after I fingerfucked you nice and hard.

Arthur: softly, I'll kiss your pussy, above your clit so it wont hurt. My tongue will slither out and lick all over the top, making you squirm for me. Then I kiss down that pretty pussy, again avoiding your clit. I start to tease your folds, kissing and teasing them with the tip of my tongue before slipping it inside. Fuck, you taste even sweeter after you came, sweety. Harder and harder I tongue your slit, unable to get enough of that sweet honey. Then I move so I can lick and suck your nipples, tweaking and pulling on them with my fingers. You're a squirming mess again by now, but I am not having mercy yet. I slip a finger in you and pump it ever so gently, slipping it out to suck it off every now and then. You're so needy, arent you? Yes, I know, baby. Again I kiss above your clit and then press a very gentle kiss on it, to test how ready you are for my mouth. You tell me....did you recover?

[fly-like-a-phoenix]

Happy birthday you beautiful man.

I love you.

[darknessisafriend]

The virtues of an Emperor

I'm back! still only at the start of my recovery but on the right track! And writing is my best and main distraction at the moment so I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

This follows the moment when Commodus learns he won't be Emperor, but it takes a slightly different turn, he is not alone this time.

It was late in the night; you had decided to take walk in the camp before heading back to your tent for the night. And you hoped for Commodus to join you, but he wasn’t there, maybe he had gone to his father. Afterall since you had left Rome, the only subject he spoke of was being the heir of his father. You smiled as you thought about it, he was so impatient, he had always been a boy full of eagerness, eager to prove himself and you knew he would make a great emperor. How bad you wished you were of noble blood and not just a maid, you would surely be his wife now; you and Commodus had always been close and years ago he had even kissed you. Still, it felt like it was yesterday, you still felt the warm pressure of his lips on yours…how much you wanted it to happen and how much both you and Commodus restrained yourselves from doing so, Marcus Aurelius and even Lucilla would disapprove.

Without realizing you passed by the emperor’s tent, but you stopped as you heard cries, ones that you knew too well…Commodus was crying. What made him so upset? You couldn’t leave him like that, even with his father. So, you entered the tent, and discreetly you approached, trying to understand what was happening before showing yourself.

“I searched the faces of the gods…for ways to please you…to make you proud…one kind word…one full hug, while you pressed me to your chest and held me tight…would have been like the Sun on my heart for a thousand years…what is this in me you hate so much?” he sobbed, his suffering was clear in the tone of his voice and you resisted the urge to run to him and comfort him, what had happened to put him in that state? You watched as his father tried to shush him, as if he didn’t want anyone else to know the pain he inflicted to his son, who had been prepared to be emperor all his life.

“All I ever wanted was to live up to you…Caesar…Father.” It was what you thought, he had chosen another heir for the Empire, how much you understood Commodus’ pain, since the start you had witnessed that tormented and lonely boy, seeking the attention and love of his father…who had been traumatized by the loss of his brothers and yet had to wear the strong mask of the heir of the Empire, educated to be the heir and yet having it taken away from him.

“Commodus.” Said Marcus Aurelius in an almost strict tone, you saw Commodus squinting his eyes shut, trying to prevent the tears from coming out of his eyes, he felt so ashamed, humiliated, he had done is best and yet failed the expectations of his father. What more did he have to do to be loved and trusted by his father!?

“Your faults as a son, is my failure as a father!” he gestured for a hug, and in that moment, you saw something change in the eyes of Commodus, growing anger, once again Marcus Aurelius referred to himself, no comfort to his son. Commodus cupped his father’s face and came into his embrace, hugging him tightly and kissing his face as he sobbed, how bad he felt, how much he craved that embrace and yet…

“I would have butchered the whole world…if you had only loved me….!” Those words broke your heart, you knew how much he loved his father. You watched as he kept crying but soon you noticed his arms around his father tightened and tightened more, the man starting to struggle against his son, his screams for help muffled against his chest, far from earshot of the guards. Commodus was letting it all out, his pain, his frustration, his anger, all his hopes had just collapsed, right in front of him…no he had nothing more to lose.

You froze, and put your hand on your mouth, shocked at that act of raw anger, should you have intervened? And then what? Be killed by Commodus? No, he would never do that… worse if he got arrested, as is servant the both of you would be condemned to torture and painful death. So, you watched the terrible event, powerless, only witness of probably the biggest secret of the Empire.

Suddenly, the arms of the emperor where left without strength, his body going limp. You understood the great Marcus Aurelius was now dead, Commodus quickly let go of him, whimpering at the realization of his act.

“Oh…father…I…” he cried, looking down at his hands, and starting to think, he had to hide what happened, otherwise he was doomed, more than he already was. He effortlessly lifted the old’s man body and went to put it in his bed, doing everything to make sure, he looked like he had died in his bed, telling his last words and wishes to his son, his heir. But panic was obvious on his face, his body language, he couldn’t stop moving around, tears in his eyes, passing a hand through his hair.

“Commodus.” You called him, deciding to step out of your hiding spot, it was a risky move considering the state he was in. But you hated to see him that way, you had to help him and to your eyes, he was the legitimate heir of his father, he deserved to be Emperor. The young man jumped in surprise, clenching his fists as if he was ready to fight.

“Y/N” he tried to keep the tone of his voice unbothered, but it was slightly shaky. How much had you seen? Were you going to scream for the guards?

You lifted your hands in the air in sign of peace “Commodus, what are you going to do?” you asked, your voice slightly trembling. He didn’t answer, as if he was coming out of his trance and quickly looked at his father and then around, panic reaching him again “Y/N I…I don’t know…I didn’t…” he murmured, his eyes full of fear, like you had seen so many times.

Once again, you couldn’t resist seeing him in that state and approached him, putting your hand on his forearm and making him jump out of anxiety. His eyes searched your face, still trying to understand what your plans were. “Commodus…I belong to you; I pledges to serve you. And above all I…care about you, a lot…I want to help you.” You said softly, slightly blushing because you never mentioned your feelings so directly.

He looked at you with a threatening gaze, he didn’t want to appear weak, not even in front of you, not in that moment, he had to try “I am your Emperor now. Take my hand Y/N, I only offer it once.” Your heart skipped a beat, he was wearing that damn mask again, even if he knew it wasn’t effective with you, you knew how he felt inside and instead what he meant by that gesture; he was pleading you to not let him go, to trust him and support him like you always had with each other.

“I would die for you Caesar.” You replied, lowering your head and took his hand, kissing his ring with fervor, you always were by his side and forever you will be. You lifted your eyes as you felt his fingers squeezing yours.

“If…” he swallowed down, unable to keep his mask on with you any longer “If you lived for me it would be even better.” He said, his mask fully breaking down and bursting into tears, and before you could react, he threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly and sobbing on your shoulder. Without hesitation you wrapped your arms around him.

“Why…why!? I did everything…I followed him on the battlefield, I was a good son! I was brave w-…when my brothers died…when I had to accompany him to war, far from home…far from you…. Wisdom, justice, fortitude, temperance…why, why was it so important?! I told him, I told him who I am, ambition, resourcefulness, courage, devotion isn’t that virtues?!” he said frantically through tears “Why couldn’t he accept me as I am!? I could have made him proud…he didn’t even give me the chance…” you blinked away the tears in your eyes, all his life he had asked you those questions, trying to fit his father’s expectations, hiding himself, being alone.

“Hush Commodus.” You murmured, gently lulling him against you, your hands tracing circles on his back; you glanced at the dead emperor, he looked like he was sleeping, he had truly ignored how much Commodus suffered, instead he had grown attached to another man, that general Maximus…who had been like a brother to Commodus, a true stab in the back. “You have been the best you could-”

“But I wasn’t enough!” his yelling was muffled against your shoulder, his hands gripping your dress.

“Commodus, you have been the best. Any father would be proud of who you are…”

“But mine wasn’t! I don’t care about the others; I just want him…to be proud of me...” he sobbed again.

“Now, the only thing you have to do is prove him wrong, prove all of them that they are wrong. From his divine seat and to the gods, you will show your father you were worthy.” You murmured, trying your best to sooth his pain. The young Emperor whimpered, burying more in your embrace, his whole body trembling.

You held him in your arms for long minutes, letting him grieve his father, letting him vent all the pain he had inside. As he cried, you made sure no one came in to check on the former Emperor. You would keep this heavy secret for Commodus. Perhaps you were blinded by your love for him, but you will not leave him anymore. Maybe this was your chance for you and Commodus to be united after years of having to pretend like you didn’t care for each other.

“Commodus…come with me.” You whispered, gently massaging his scalp. The new emperor didn’t have the strength to protest, shocked over the decision of his father and of his own actions, it all felt like a bad dream. So, he followed you as you guided him to the bathing area of his dead father. You made him sit on his father’s chair and took a basin of fresh water and a clean cloth, kneeling in front of him to freshen up his face. You detailed his features, a light smile forming on your lips, you always found him incredibly handsome, much more than General Maximus who made all women crazy. Commodus’ traits were more delicate, a reflection of his inner turmoil and sensitivity, his soft lips that had kissed you once, the scar on his upper lip, a reflection of his wounded soul; his deep clear eyes which always seemed to be teary and yet which could bear the most frightening gaze. He equally detailed you as you dampened his face, never he had looked at a woman like he looked at you, not even his sister, softly and yet puzzled as if he couldn’t understand why he had such a beautiful and caring creature in front of his eyes.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked in a murmur, yet he was almost defensive.

“Because I vowed to loyally serve you.” You answered, briefly pausing from the cleaning.

“It can’t be just that. You are risking a lot. You could be rewarded actually if you denunciate me.” He said, his look inquisitive; he had learned that in the high sphere of Rome, he could trust no one, not even the slaves. You briefly looked down, a light blush covering your cheeks.

“Because I have a deep affection for you Commodus, I always had. And it only became stronger since that time when you kissed me.” You answered sincerely, not daring to look at him in the eyes, once again, you had never explicitly told your feelings for each other. After long seconds of silence, you felt the tip of his fingers on your chin, delicately lifting it to meet your eyes. His gaze had become soft again, full of pain and broken hopes.

“Then you must know I feel the same as you do. I did kiss you, not out of carnal desire but out of love, and I would do it again.” He said, taking your hand and fondly kissing it, your heart skipped a beat at his words but then what to do?

“Commodus you can’t…”

“I can’t what? Tell you that I reciprocate your feelings? That for years I wished to ask for your hand? No, I am Emperor now and I get to decide. My father won’t oppose me anymore and my sister owes me respect. I shall love you as I always wanted.” He replied fiercely, your saw in his eyes that passion, that ambition he always had and that you loved.

“But that can’t be the first decision you will take as the Emperor of Rome. I shall wait for you and remain by your side as always.” Your words brought him back to reality, you were right. Despite being a nobody to the eyes of all, in the shadows you had learned and observed how the ruling of the Empire worked. He remained silent for a minute, letting you take the necessary to shave him.

“The new Emperor has to make a good first impression. Therefore, you must be well shaven, dea- sorry.” You blushed as you almost called him by an affectionate name. It made him smile, his first genuine smile in a few days.

“When we are alone, you can call me as you wish Y/N.” he reassured you, titling his head to help you shave him. Carefully, you placed your fingers under his chin as a support as your other hand let the blade slide along his cheek, it had a been much time since you had been so close to him, you felt his pulse increase under your touch even though his facial expression remained the neutral. “And thank you. For…shaving me. You are right, the Emperor has to look perfect, even late in the night.” He answered, he wasn’t yet understanding the severity of the situation, it all felt unreal. He looked down at his hands, they had affectionately held his father and killed him, maybe he was much worse, maybe his father was right not to choose him as his heir. “You know about father’s list of virtues. And you know I don’t have any of them. Is it so important to be worthy to rule Rome?” he asked, now looking at you, needing advice, and perhaps to be reassured.

You remained silent at first, thinking about those virtues and those of the young Emperor. “No, it is not. Your virtues will make you accomplish great things Commodus. Your ambition will push you to do everything you can to make the People’s dream come true. And with your resourcefulness you will find new ways to keep the Empire in its golden age, no matter what enemies you might face, you will fight them, you will fight for the people and not to please the Senate. Finally, you will restore what the People always wanted, an Emperor who takes care of them. You are ready to accomplish your duty for Rome.” You said, not being able to hold back your passion and your love for him. You blushed when you met his gaze, had you been foolish? But a smile slowly formed on his lips, tender and amused.

“You know, I always loved you Y/N and for many reasons, but they forbade us, not just because of social hierarchy but because they are afraid of the power of our love, of what we could accomplish together. With your love I am invincible.” he looked at you fondly and slightly tilted his head to press his lips against yours. You retained a gasp at the feeling, how much you had dreamt it and yet it was happening again, when you thought it would never be a reality. You closed your eyes and cupped his cheek as he passionately wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling against your lips, he felt hope rise in his heart again, maybe he could make it all right!

“Let’s show Rome what a wonderful Emperor you will be.” You murmured, happily smiling, after all, maybe this was your chance for a new start, both for a slave and a new Emperor.

Commodus harem: @lyoongx @weirdflecksbutok @skaravile @niniitah-ah @stardancerluv @sgtsavoytruffle @charlie-sisters @ohcarlesmycarles @rajacero @hopelessdisasterr @stellargirlie @rosebloodstuffandthangss @clowndaddyfleck @jaylovesbats @dreamingmaria @sagyunaro @just-a-fucking-comedy @spaceinvader @radio-hoo-ha​ @lady-carnivals-stuff​ @sierraclegane​ @legojorny​ @lemondedeniname​ @hvproductions​ @syvellsworld​ @papercut-paranoia​ @jokerflecker​ @beautifulyoungprospect​ @bring-your-holy-water @five-miles-over @yukis-writing @fawnsing @beatlebabe1996 @morrisonmercurryphoenix @fly-like-a-phoenix

[karinfleck]

I want this clowndaddy in my life and my bed every day! uwu

[des1gnersadness]

Here is part one of my favs as genderbent versions of themselves!

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Arthur Fleck to Athena Fleck

Commodus to Commoda

Willard Stiles to Wilma Stiles

George McFly to Georgina McFly

Mr. World to Ms. World

Billy Loomis to the same, Billy Loomis

Stu Macher to Sheena Macher

Willy Wonka to Wendy Wonka

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Pleaseeeee tell me if there is anyone that you would want to see genderbent! I’ll probably do more and put them as a part two later!

[five-miles-over]

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What do you get when you cross a young emperor who needs to be loved?

I'll tell you what you get. You get what you fucking deserve!

[mvtricide]

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[itssolonelyhere]

Composure

🌸Queen of the Rhombus ~ Chapter 22 "Composure"🌸

Just watching the panic and confusion painted across the doctor's face is making his blood sing. She's distressed, completely frozen on the spot. Her mind is racing a hundred miles per second and can't decide which option is better… or worse. It really comes down to two options: tell and lose him as a patient or keep quiet and throw her dignity as a respected psychiatrist out the door, becoming something of an accomplice to his antics.

'Don't give her too much time to think about it. She can be useful in some ways.'

"C'mon, Har. We both know the answer." Pushing off the bed and getting to his feet, Joker slithers up towards the shaken woman. When someone's mind is in tatters, the best thing to do is take advantage of the moment. Snatch the fragments and use them to create something new. An image of his choosing. She's getting so close to reaching a breaking point. He can see the anguish in those blue orbs.

There's something deep inside that's trying to get out. What it actually is, is the real question. A person can only hide their true selves beneath a polished exterior for so long before it tries to claw its way to the surface. Everyone has one. He just realized it sooner than most and willingly embraced those demons. Harleen, on the other hand… She just needs a push in the right direction.

"Listen." The doctor looks stunned when his deep voice breaks her from the raging battle going on in her mind. She's slow to react, finally realizing that he's no longer on the bed but mere inches away. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret, 'kay?"

Hoped to have this out last week, but I got a bit... distracted by some metal daddy lol. I'd like to thank the ladies of the JokeSaku discord group and those who sent me messages for motivating me and trying to keep this mess of a writer on track. I genuinely appreciate all of it!

My next update will be the first chapter for a new crossover I'll be working on. I'm giving Sakura a tiny break from Gotham and tossing her into the Village from Resident Evil 8. It'll be a Sakura Haruno x Karl Heisenberg pairing (dubbed HeisenSaku from the thirst squad on Discord fufu). I won't be forgetting about JokeSaku at all, so I'll be jumping back and forth between the two.

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—haikyuu

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kyotani kentarou

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