#joker: thread

[aeniqmata]

          @diabolikxyui​ wanted some pain || source

“what? no! no, i’m not going to leave you,” she hurriedly replied, instinctively stepping forwards towards him instead of away. the step contradicted her next words, as yui continued, “i’ll… i’ll stay out your way, i can watch for myself. i’m not stupid, and i’m not always needing to be watched. or saved.”

“but I’m not leaving you!”

she was definitely scared. as she had said, she wasn’t stupid and this situation was scary. yui knew that. she had a vague idea now of what was going on, and realised she didn’t exactly have any skill set that would assist. it was a harsh truth that she was just tagging along beside him.

she didn’t want to be a burden.

but she also wasn’t about to abandon him. that was awful. worries eyes watched him carefully, but there was some steel there too. a determination. even if it was just encouragement from the sidelines, or waiting until the end to patch up a wound (THAT was something she was very good at). she had seen enough bloody things and fighting. she could stand to see some more, even if she didn’t want to.

“there must be something i can do, and if… if we don’t know what that is yet, i’ll think of it. but you can’t just go around ordering me away like that!”

she knew there wasn’t time for him to chat. a hand reached out towards him, hesitant, before she drew it back. “please. do what you have to do. but… don’t tell me to leave. i can watch myself for a while.”

He wouldn’t have the chance to respond, the Shadow they were fighting so much stronger than they’d expected, and it’d handily taken a few of them off the battlefield. As it was, he was doing his best to dodge and keep away from the thing’s weapons, giving his teammates time to leave before he followed with Oracle’s help. So while her response caused a flash of irritation at his orders not being followed, he quickly calmed back down when he reminded himself that she was not a fighting member of the team.

She hadn’t been through all of it like they had, and didn’t understand that he only took that tone when things were dire.

“ Fox! You, Queen, Skull, and Panther take her and head out. I’ll be out when you all are clear. Go, now! “ It was only practice that kept him calling the correct names, slight panic nearly causing him to call out the other’s real name. Joker knew that his commands would be followed, and dedicated himself fully to distracting the Shadow and allowing the remaining two teammates to join the others.

She wouldn’t get the chance to respond, Fox grabbing her around her waist and hauling her over his shoulder as they took off. He’d give a small apology at the treatment, but knew that if a retreat was ordered, there was likely something that the rest of them hadn’t seen.

Joker didn’t give combat orders like that often, knowing his team could handle it without issues. Once Queen had joined them and started teaching the remainder of the group some tactics, plus Futaba’s ever watchful eyes, the most he had to do was give small commands for flanking or tactics changes.

“ He’ll be ok, Fox. You know how Joker is, he’s quick and he’s not about to let a Shadow get the best of him. “ Queen spoke up after a moment, reassuring the blue haired male. And he knew this, knew that his lover was going to make it out even if it took every drop of energy that he took. But still it wouldn’t stop the anxiety from creeping up on him.

“ What if he doesn’t... I can’t leave Akira back there by himself like that. I-- I know he has Mona and Noir, but... “

They’d stopped moving at this point, Fox barely having the wherewithal to put his cargo down before he fell entirely into his anxiety driven thoughts. It was only practice that kept him from running back, knowing full well that the remaining team members wouldn’t leave without him either.

“ He’ll be ok! That guy’s got some weird amount of luck. I mean we all do but man, he’s on another effin level! “

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[mogoce-nocoj]

since I've heard that some people said that kris girlies were being annoying I also want to state for the record that I believe he is the most specialest little princess. he is the most ethereal being on this earth and the band is lucky to have him. the others are only there to bask in his perfection and be on his knees for him

[batvilletv]

[jaarijani]

hello lovelies!! I'm heading to finland in less than a day!!!!! I'm so excited 😆 I'll be handing out these little guys at Backas, Allas and Ruisrock so please come say hi and take them off my hands 😁💕

[alzhul]

Half-Lullaby

He had fully intended to obey Mister Wayne. Really, truly. JJ was going to get out and tell the message to people. But just in case...

JJ darts down the other hall once more, sneaking back to the room with the poor old man in it. He shuts the door behind him, safe, and sends both the photo and a short message to the spare phone on the bedside table in his room. Jason or Roy would find it easily- the phone was unlocked, and the message would appear on screen: bruCe WayNe UNDer alleyTown with JOker, laZarus pit Lake here, pEyote took A Dip, and THIs old MAn nEEds medICAl care- I thiNK he's almOst comaTOse?

JJ takes a moment to look over at the man in the dim light, brows furrowing sympathetically. He makes sure the message and photo are sent before approaching him again.

hI

His voice is gentle, a murmur.

i hopE I'm not annOYing you. you'Re goNNa be okay, i PromiSe

JJ rummages through his belt pouches uselessly, wishing he had something physical to offer as a kindness- a blanket or something. He doesn't know if his owl feathers would tickle the man unpleasantly. After all, not everyone likes to be tickled. Giving up, he settles for gently holding the man's hand again and humming a lullaby sort of tune under his breath, a lullaby he doesn't remember hearing before.

@alzhul

[leopardom]

please reblog this with your favourite jo reaction pics/memes, i wanna see something 👀

[thisismyobsessionnow]

My first try at creating a Joker out bobbin lace pattern 👀

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie & @sperboytm

It was probably a stupid thing to think about, given his current situation, but he couldn’t help but wonder absently: why were they called Fun Houses? No one ever actually had fun in a Fun House. Take Jason, for example. He was having a frankly terrible time, though that might have more to do with the clown and the restraints and the crowbar than the actual location.

He wasn’t sure where everything had gone so wrong. All he knew was that he’d been following a lead one minute, and now he was here—tied up on the ground, Joker beating the shit out of him with a crowbar, again. All he knew now was pain. It didn’t matter that he was older and bigger and stronger than he’d been as Robin. The Joker was laughing, laughing, laughing, and Jason was afraid, afraid, afraid.

Again and again, the crowbar came down. Crack! He was 21 and in a Gotham Fun House. Crack! He was 15 and in a warehouse in Ethiopia. Crack! Back and forth it went, over and over, Jason struggling to remain in the present, so completely consumed by his own terror that he was unable to even attempt to think of a plan to get away. Something he really needed to do, and soon.

Because his dad wasn’t coming.

He knew that with utmost certainty, this time. There was no hope to hold onto, because he knew better, now. Batman wasn’t god. Batman was fallible. Batman, Bruce, didn’t care about him as much as he’d thought as a kid, because if he had, this wouldn’t be happening again. The Joker would be decomposing in the ground, not gloating and sing-songing and cackling. No, Bruce wasn’t coming for him.

Jason was on his own, and he was going to die again, broken, terrified, and alone.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

**slips and slides into the room with socks on and breaks the wooden table as i fall down on the floor in a haste** so anyways i actually just scared myself because i thought of exactly how deep Malorn's and Malistaire's parallels went. like in post-updated tutorial malistaire was said to have been kind and caring towards his students right. just like malorn right. just like malorn, right? isn't that just like malorn? hey everyone doesn't that sound just like malorn? kind and cares for his students? 'kind' and 'caring' are certainly two adjectives that describe malorn arent they huh? (is slowly sinking in quicksand as i desperately reach out to you as i say this) so if we are to say that malorn and malistaire are two sides of the same coin then what is truly stopping malorn from having one traumatic event from shaping the rest of his life into a descent of madness, grief, and isolation? Guys tell me what the difference is between this reality and an Evil Malorn AU guys? guys hello? hello guys? **(the quicksand has actually transported me to the Backrooms now, no one can hear me call out in distress)**

[mitamicah]

Sleeping in käärijä's bed made me philosophice (prob not a word xD) about inspiring others and being an inspiration for the little guy in your life which is leagues better than how I normally sleep in new places.

I was however pulled down to earrh again when I slipped out of the bed when my alarm went off 🤣

[aeniqmata]

@sevenxvirtuesx​ found a friend || source

she had to just assume he was a demon. after all they were in the devildom. and his clothing was.... strange. incredibly so. like, what was with the mask? and the jacket? like was it some kind of fashion statement. though yuki couldn't understand what the statement was supposed to be.

even when he spoke, yuki was still unconvinced. it was only on slightly closer inspection that she wondered if he was actually just a normal guy.

for one thing, that looked like a normal phone and not a d.d.d.

she laughed, unabashed and not hiding it. well, it was just brilliant. right? she loved the demons. LOADS. but wasn't it exciting to maybe see another human? to get to show them this brand new world, watch out for them, get them home?

"uh, you know, i think that counts as physical abuse at this point. you might want to slow down with the tapping before you injure yourself," she remarked, nosy and ready to get herself involved. if he really WAS human then he needed more help than just trying to get into an electronic device.

"i would say i'm sorry to interrupt but that would be a lie and a bad foot to start off with," she said, giving a shrug and holding out her hands in a soft surrender motion.

"do you need a hand?"

One moment he’s in a Jail, looking into something for his contact at the police station, the next moment he’s somewhere decidedly not anything like any city he’s ever seen. Between the darkness of the surrounding sky and the fact that there were any number of ‘people’  that he’d been forced to flee from, he could only assume that this was some other version of a Jail, or something in the MetaVerse.

It was only when someone spoke to him, having drawn his attention with her laugh, that he realized that nothing of what he’d experienced before would prepare him for this world. Though she looked human, he knew that she could be anything but if the bruise he had from someone else grabbing him was anything to go off of.

“ akira... “

It took him hardly a moment to pull the mask from his face, disappearing in a flash of blue flames and summoning the winged figure of his eternal companion. Nearly three times the height of his master, Arsene is all too pleased to stand immediately behind the boy, ready to scoop him into his arms at a moment’s notice should she or anyone else threaten him.

“ I-- yes I need a hand. I don’t know where I am, and I’d rather find my way back to Tokyo as quickly as possible. “ He kept his voice steady while he spoke to her, calmed by his companion’s presence. The phone wasn’t working, no signal and barely reacting to his touches at all. For now it would get stowed in his pocket, not taking his eyes off the stranger.

“ I don’t suppose you have somewhere safer than the street to talk, given I’ve been assaulted a few times already. I don’t think that people would appreciate me leaving a crater in town trying to defend myself. “

[serialreblogger]

the thing about the joker

is that - well, even canonically, he’s not actually “insane.” in the most canonical version of his backstory (bc there are many conflicting incarnations, but this one is the touchstone for a lot of later canon), he was part of a street gang before falling into a vat of Nondescript Toxic Waste that damaged his melanin production and That’s It. he supposedly “lost his mind” after seeing his reflection, which is absurd on many levels. no. he’s not “insane.” what he is, is an angry white boy.

the thing about the joker is that he exults in his own uncontainability. He laughs, because all of gotham - all the world - is built to be his playground. the only lunatic thing about him is the lunacy of ~Society~, to borrow from the joker’s own playbook; the lunacy of the joker lies in the world that grants him power: in the inheritance of loss: in white privilege, and what it means for everyone else.

“to prove a point.” those were the joker’s exact words, when he shot and paralyzed Barbara Gordon. she asked why: he laughed. “to prove a point.”

because that’s all he ever does. he hurts people because he can. and because all the power in the world can’t save him from getting hurt - and isn’t that just peachy?

because the thing about the joker is that he can get hurt. he has been hurt. but he has so much more capacity to harm than to be harmed. he is immortal. he and he alone will never have to face the consequences of the hurt that he inflicts on other people.

so then: why not hurt them? misery loves company, after all.

the joker is the embodiment and end result of our own social system: the madness of the exception: the laughter of the white man: the imprecation to smile, as he kills you.

(no one ever says it, i find, but it’s still true: barbara deserves to kill him.)

and who, then, is the batman? if the joker is the yin to his yang? if they’re two sides of one irredeemable coin, if they represent the “balance” of an unjustifiable system - who is he if not another white man?

because he is. Bruce Wayne is a white boy born into unspeakable privilege and forced to endure suffering anyway; who copes with his suffering by taking it out on others; who copes with his suffering, not by taking advantage of the world as it is, but by attempting to reshape it. to make it in his own image - as if it isn’t already his, as if claiming it further will crush out the pain.

the batman is the benevolent oppressor to the joker’s malevolent one. he changes nothing, in the end. two privileged white boys with their own respective navel-gazing grudges - where, after all, lies the difference between benevolence and malevolence?

because they are not “chaos” and “order.” not really. They are laissez-faire laughter and law. Joker exults in the disease of the system, Batman seeks to treat its symptoms, but neither of them will ever change anything about the root cause. because they may have suffered the faults of this system, but they still benefit so much more from it as it exists. Uphold it or break it, neither of them wants to change the law.

but the law is only as good as the people it’s made to protect. and who does that law protect, really?

waylon jones is, in one issue, explicitly depicted as Black. between that and his skin disorder, there has never once been room for his character to be any more than a monster: king croc is, always, a character to be violated and brutalized, over and over and over and still - always - written as the villain. (he tried so hard to scrape out a place for himself, so many times, in so many incarnations, and each and every time he finds himself relegated once more to the sewers. he will never be anyone’s king. there is no place under the sun for people like him.)

victor fries only ever wanted to save his wife, and a capitalist mogul decided a few extra numbers on his eight-digit paycheck were more important than the people whose lives depended on that money. fries’ body was damaged to disability by that choice, left without the resources to find a cure for his wife, and he robbed banks because there was no other option available to him. we seem to have forgotten, or maybe never really understood, why that matters. why a desperate man trying to save his life and that of his loved ones under the crushing gears of capitalism is a villain, and the one who stops him is our hero. why, under the law batman upholds, a bank vault and a CEO’s hoard is worth more than a life.

poison ivy just wants to live, too. wants a life not defined by the devastation of her body, of the beings that exist as extensions of her, a life where green and growing things are not commodities to be plowed up and poisoned and destroyed for the sake of another man’s profit. these are villains; they are written as such. these are their motives.

who does batman fight for, really? who is our hero, this emblem of our law?

is he our hero? ours, the broken and bleeding members of the world he claims to protect?

who does the law protect, except him - him, and the joker?

[tricksterlatte]

Post-canon Akeshu reunion where dental hygienist Goro Akechi walks into the patient’s room and sees Akira Kurusu in the chair. Cue poorly explaining why he stayed away while cleaning Akira’s mouth until Akira just bites his fingers. It’s okay, he can show off his pearly white smile to his previously presumed dead rival turned hopefully boyfriend, which is a lovely smile by the way! Hey Crow, you missed out on this cute lil grin for AGES. This is great, but you’re still getting bitten—

Akechi: Your gums wouldn’t be bleeding so much if you flossed more. Akira: Oh, I bet. Maybe my cognitive self wouldn’t have bled so much when you shot me if I had flossed more back then, too! Akechi: Listen here, you little shit. Akira: Alright, whatever. Swapped out the leather gloves for latex? Akechi: Standard sanitary procedure, Joker. Akira, fishing a certain glove out of his pocket: Wanna try this one on for old time’s sake? Akechi: ��You still carry it with you? Akira: I carry your glove, the weight of your loss, and all this dental plaque. :D

[victoriazanaademi]

People I am bored can we start a wallpaper/lockscreen thread?

I'll start

[radioactive-cloud]

do you guys think nace read all the young dudes