#rand0m madness

[rand0m-madness]

he spinning!

[putting-chell-in-places]

Updated Introduction post!

Asks/requests are currently OPEN

You can find info on the mod on @a-rand0m-bl0g (my main)

Other stuff under the cut.

Rules

Don't be weird

Only 3 places in 1 request max

I can accept or deny any request I want, don't get mad at me.

Tags

Place: self explanatory

Not a place: self explanatory

Request: self explanatory

Not a request: either the mod doing their own place or a ask that isn't a request

Mod post: usually the mod posting dumb shit

The places blogs attacks: attacking others posts for a note goal (I hate this stupid job >:()

Other blogs I run

@crk-charaters-in-places

@robot-killer (DEAD BLOG ALERT)

Images I use

Places blogs you should follow >:) /pos

@putting-wheatley-in-places @putting-stanley-in-places @putting-glados-in-random-places

Lmk if you want to be @ ed! (Or not :'))

[surveyjunkie]

Name something that made you frown today? A couple of things

How do you feel about being the age you are? Not too thrilled.

Kiss with your eyes open or closed? Closed.

Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet? No.

What were you doing at 7:00 AM? I was on the shuttle that goes to my work

What were you doing 1 hour ago? I had to drop off some documentation to the medical records department

What iPod do you own? I have an iPod Mini and an iPod Nano that I haven’t touched in years

What was the last thing you said aloud? "Thank you”

How many different things did you drink today? Just water

Are you ticklish? Yes

Is success in your future? Maybe. Hopefully. Success isn’t really important to me right now, I’m just trying to be happy with what I have, and despite all that I’ve accomplished, I’m pretty miserable, so apparently I need to focus on that first and foremost.

Are you a heavy sleeper? Yes and no.

Was today a good day? It’s not even 10 AM yet

What are you listening to? Nothing

Who is the last person you had a deep meaningful conversation with? Josh

Where is the last place you went? Here

Your favorite romantic movie? Silver linings playbook

Is there something you will never forget? Of course

How is your hair? It’s straightened-ish

Who was the last person you took a picture with? Kyle

What were you doing at midnight last night? I was sleeping

What does your last sent text say? "Leaving now!”

Do you wish on 11:11? Nope.

Have you ever played naked twister? No

First thing you notice of the opposite/same sex? Usually what they’re wearing

How do you feel about Valentine’s day? It’s a dumb Hallmark holiday that puts unnecessary pressure on couples

Can you keep a secret? Not well

So what’s on your mind? I want to go back to bed

Which shoe do you put on first? I don’t know?!

Favorite colour(s)? Teal

Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a C? Yeah

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? Yes

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes

Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forgive.

Do you laugh a lot? Kind of, most of the time it’s to be friendly. 

Are you happy with that? I guess I could laugh more?

Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

Do you want kids? Eventually

Last thing received in the mail? Bills, but I’ll be getting something I ordered from Amazon today

Are you random? S0 rand0m

Have you ever hurt anyone when you were mad? Emotionally, yes

If someone liked you right now would you want them to tell you? I guess?

What’s the last thing you said out loud now? Still “thank you”

Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries? Yes

Do you believe you can change someone? Indirectly, yes. I don’t really know about purposely molding someone to be who you want them to be, or think they should be, that either doesn’t work or ends up bad. 

Something you dislike? Pain and suffering

Do you have trust issues? No. My problem is that I have a hard time opening up and expressing my feelings to others. << Same

[rand0m-madness]

(To Tai!!) Hey buddy! What happened to your arm? It looks a little.. gone.

".. Soin said I shouldn't talk to strangers. Sorry."

Seems like you won't get an answer from him.

[rand0m-madness]

[ BLOOD AND SLIGHT GORE WARNING ]

[rand0m-madness]

(To AmRo) You're adorable:D

"EEEEEEEEHCKSKHCS!!! THANK YOUUS!!"

She squeals and giggles her heart out. She's very happy it seems.

[rand0m-madness]

INTRODUCTION POST

Hi hiii!! My name is Sage (Any/All), and my main account is @sag3-mads. I mainly will post OC stuff on here, but I've mostly been leaning towards my Sonic parody called 'Soin and Friends'! I am currently a high schooler, so I'll post when I can.

My boundaries here are the same as my main account. Don't be rude or a bigot.

My main interest at the moment is Sonic the hedgehog, and whatever media or AUs are made of said series!

Masterposts:: Soin and Friends

Have a wonderful day everyone! :]

[rand0m-madness]

SOIN AND FRIENDS MASTERPOST

CW;; This AU(?) contains mild gore, cannibalism, implied child deaths, implied deaths, blood, and things that might not be suitable for some.

[ This will most likely stick to just being an ask blog, as I am currently not good at making comics. ]

{Art}— Lineup, Soin Reference, Spin

{Asks}— Arm, Cute

{Animations}— Hungry

[rand0m-madness]

Little lineup of my "Soin and Friends" thing

(Sorry if the drawings are a bit messy.)

[rand0m-madness]

Soin's reference sheet

[ajokeformur-ray]

omg could you write something where reader gets jealous of arthur? love your written btw

anonymous asked: can you please do an imagine with arthur fleck/joker x reader where they’ve been together for awhile but once the reader starts noticing his descend into becoming joker she also notices his new infatuation with sophie? 🖤🦋

IMPLIED NSFW AT END. Swearing. Lighthearted fluff.

Word count: 1, 782 (I am incapable of writing short things omg)

Stop primping honey you’re perfect omgggg

“Hey, Arthur!” 

Arthur stopped mid sentence in telling you about his day to turn and look at Sophie. She was stood at the end of the hall, a friendly smile on her face. The answering smile that lit Arthur’s face was usually the one that he reserved for you; the one that deepened the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes and made the dimples in his cheeks a little more pronounced.

“Hey!” His eyes dipped as he looked near Sophie’s knee height and the smile on his face widened even further. You felt a stab of jealousy twist in your gut. You did your best to brush it off, to push it down. Arthur was trying to communicate with Sophie. He was shy and awkward and he was doing his best to extend an olive branch in friendship to her. His daily efforts were admirable and his face took on a look of childlike innocence as he gazed at Gigi. “Hi, Gigi!”

Gigi had a nervous look on her round face as she shyly waved at Arthur before her bravado left her and she hid behind Sophie, shuffling backwards.

Sophie laughed, put her hand on Gigi’s head. “Okay, come on, baby. We gotta get you to bed.” Sophie gave you a friendly smile and nodded her goodbye to Arthur before she made her way further down the hall, her heels clicking harshly in the empty corridor; they sounded much louder with no other noise to block them.

You eye rolled as Arthur stood there with the smile frozen on his face. He waited until the door to Sophie’s apartment clicked shut and then he turned, slender fingers tucking some errant strands of hair behind his ears. You let yourself into the apartment, holding the door open for Arthur. You didn’t smile when he brushed his body deliberately against yours as a way of reminding himself that you were still real, still there. You just set about shedding your damp coat, toeing off your shoes, and sorting yourself out.

You barely looked at Arthur. 

At first, he thought nothing of it. Sometimes you liked to be quiet and the peaceful stillness of your bodies and minds that occurred in moments like those were so priceless to Arthur. It reminded him that he didn’t had to try to be or do anything, that he was allowed to simply exist and be and that you were safe together in this cramped but cosy apartment.

It was only when he tried to kiss you on the cheek and you ducked out of the way, still irrationally annoyed, did he realise that something was wrong.

“Y-Y/N?” A crease between his brow. Arthur tilted his head so that he could look you fully in the face, but you refused to meet his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

You paused. Took a deep breath. In, out, let it go… Shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Despite the way you meant to sound comforting, your words came out flat and consequently went unheard by Arthur. He pressed you for information and you knew you had to tell him. There was no getting out of this one.

“Then why can’t I kiss you?” Arthur’s voice was quiet, gentle. The crease in his brow was becoming deeper the more confused he became, and you could tell that he wasn’t allowing himself to feel hurt or rejected until you answered his question. Sometimes miscommunications arose easily between you and both of you made concerted efforts to keep emotions out of the equation until the situation was fully understood. Your relationship had more challenges in it than most, but fuck did you fight hard for what you had painstakingly built together.

You were tempted to kiss Arthur in that moment to show that he could kiss you, you weren’t really mad, just… jealous. But you also knew that kisses to Arthur were happy, full of joy and love and you kissing him right now wouldn’t be well received because he would think that you had done it out of obligation; that you didn’t really want to kiss him but you were doing it to keep him quiet. You knew Arthur well enough to know that if you kissed him now, you would do irreparable damage to your relationship. Even when you were feeling less than positive did you have to be so very mindful of Arthur and the way that his damaged brain worked. 

He was never more than one wrong moment away from distancing himself from you, though by no means were you ever walking on egg shells; no, you loved him so much that you always did what you could to look after him, even when you were the one who wanted to be looked after. 

Arthur was the same, though - even if he had had a shitty day, even if his day had been so bad it had been all he could do to just get home, if he saw that you were having a bad day too did he put everything aside to look after you. 

You had a relationship of give and take, of care and love, and sometimes you both had to put your own feelings aside in the same moment to care for the other. You didn’t mind though, you never could, because in looking after each other even when you didn’t want to were you able to care after your own selves; your relationship was so involved, so emotionally intimate and physically close, that even when you hadn’t spoken for hours were you able to stretch your fingers or your thoughts out and find the other already waiting with open arms and listening ears.

You sighed quietly, your annoyance slipping away already. You could never feel any negativity towards Arthur for any long stretch of time; you loved him too much. Part of you wondered if you had a healthy relationship together, but the larger side of you didn’t care. All you had was each other in the grand scheme of things, so why not throw yourself right in there? You were equally obsessed with each other and you both loved it. “You can’t kiss me because you smiled my smile at Sophie.” The words were out before you could stop them and you slapped a hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as you stepped away from Arthur, at the same time stepping away from the situation so you could just think and breathe and figure out why you were suddenly jealous over a simple greeting being exchanged in a corridor.

A pause in which neither of you breathed and you just stared at each other.

Then, a single hiccup turned into several hiccups. Hiccups turned to soft giggles and then… oh, and then, Arthur’s chuckles became long, raspy breaths as he laughed. It wasn’t a laughter filled with pain, discomfort or sorrow, anger or any of the usual reasons which caused him to laugh uncontrollably. No. No, Arthur was laughing because he was amused by your jealousy. Over him. Really, did wonders never cease? You smiled despite yourself at the way you had made him laugh. With happiness, amusement and disbelief.

You had made Arthur genuinely laugh and it almost made your jealousy, spiking hot through your body, worth it.

Almost.

“Oh, I’m so glad I amuse you!” You couldn’t have helped the smile tugging at your lips if you had tried. You didn’t. You could never stay mad at him for anything. He was just too cute. He was soft and kind and good and everything you had ever wanted in a life partner and he knew it. He knew how loved and cherished he was and moments like this proved any acidic thoughts wrong; his negative thoughts had been less prominent in the time that you had been together but he still had them. Still did they reign with an ice cold grip over his battered heart but you were always there with heated kisses and warm, gentle hands to chase them away.

Arthur tried to stop his laughter, mirth making his green eyes glitter, but he couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud, not bothering to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle the beautiful sounds he was making. This wasn’t the kind of feeling he had been taught to hide, to be ashamed of. No, this was… this was sheer joy and he wanted to let himself feel it for as long as it was there.

You stood there and watched him, taking the time to just look. He was fucking beautiful. Even that word didn’t seem to quite cut it. He was exquisite, a delicacy to be truly savoured, a book to be opened and read carefully, your eyes taking in each word with the intent of taking your time. A mystery to be never fully explained. You remained convinced that he was not of this world; the citizens of Gotham were cruel, underhanded and arguably more demonic than demons. They were cold and brash and cared nothing for the people they had to step on - usually literally - in order to get to where they wanted to go but Arthur… Arthur was so innocent. He had a childlike wonder about the world and no matter what it did to him did he seem to bounce back. He was so strong.

Arthur bit on his lip as laughter turned to hiccups and finally he hummed to himself, love all over his face. He stood there, chest heaving slightly with the force of his expression, and there must have been something on your face because he stepped forward, grabbed your face in both hands and pressed his lips to yours. There was none of his usual endearing shyness, with his eyes wandering over your face as he wondered if he dared to kiss you. There was only certainty as he kissed you, his lips hot and hard against yours as he took what he wanted, what you both wanted: the knowledge that you were in love and together and nothing would ever change that.

“How about we show Sophie who I belong to, hm?” There was a quiet undertone of something in Arthur’s voice that made your stomach clench in anticipation and you wound your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands as you nodded your consent against his lips.

You didn’t know where this confidence had come from, but as a dark shiver tingled down your spine and you pressed yourself into Arthur, eager for everything he would give you tonight, you couldn’t deny that you liked it.

The Arthur Fleck/Joker Defense Squad @writings-of-a-gen-z  @x-avantgarde-x       @insomniabird  @mavalenovaninagavi  @itwasrealenough  @morrisonmercurymalek  @rand0ms-fand0ms  @rafaelina-casillas @aclownthing  @rebs-doom  @vivft  @help-i-am-obssessed@autumnaffection   @taintednihilist   @vladtoly   @mg-woolf99@misstgrey92  @that-s-life   @dopey-girl-blogs  @seeking-dreamland  @sweetheart-syndrome  @heartxfdesire  @xmusichealsthesoulx  @0callmejude0  @the-one-that-likes-riddles  @hannibalsslut  @folliaght  @freeeshavacadoo  @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @unlovedbyeveryoneandeverything  @okamiredfoxx  @sp0okysp0oky  @the-pandorabox  @mardema  @jibanyyan  @honeyflvredcoughdrop  @emissarydecksetter  @jokerfleckk  @epidendroideae  @chuuntas  @stillmabel  @pumpkinpeyes  @onehystericalqueenposts  @the-jokers-wolf  @nalsswa  @justahyena  @arianatheangelworld  @soullessblondbitch  @gothamslittlejester  @twentyonestarrynights  @sirianfromsixties  @kissmeclownman  @joker-is-my-hero  @lazyloosah  @lovesickkloxx  @ladylovelyluna  @live-love-loki  @clownerybbxx   @tragicarthur    @anmach123     @rommie-chan      @arthurflock     @lucyboytom      @anti-peach     @ immortal-bi-bitch @hearthurfleck      @crazieroutthere      @curlystark     @hailmary-yramliah    @sagyunaro     @playinthedarktillitsgoldenagain     @jokeringcutio      @xenthefox   @mijachula @stcrrynightsinneverlcnd      @cheyennejonas22    @mrjfleck      @pauli1100     @smitten-susie

[ajokeformur-ray]

Ok so I have a joker request if you are taking them. Could you please do a headcanon for Arthur finding his s/o hiding in an alley during the riots cus the apartment got overrun and she had to escape, but when he finds her she is scared of him but tries to hide it. Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense.

I changed this up a little, I hope you don’t mind! It’s just what I have in mind is a little different in regards to the reader’s fear.

Okay so we got - swearing, smoking, rioting, moral flexibility (something I have so there’s a tiny bit of self-insert in here woops lmao), blood mentions. All pretty tame but I thought I’d tag them anyway! You never know.

For me, this GIF says one thing: wear your inside on the outside. Also, this poor man didn’t want this. He didn’t want any of this, but that’s a separate headcanon set I already wrote and cried over lmaooo.

Quickly did the riots in Gotham City grow out of control.

There were police cars stationed everywhere; window screens bashed in, blood running down car doors as passengers had been killed immediately or knocked out upon impact.

Fires and fireworks, smoke bombs and smoke grenades all made Gotham a blaze of light, of colours and yes, it was pretty and it made you feel oddly happy, giddy, to see such a shitty city burning, but you were also terrified.

Before Arthur had left for his performance on the Murray Show, he had told you to pack two bags: one for him and one for you.

In the event that anything should go wrong, he had said.

You couldn’t have known how right that wrenching in your gut had been when it had told you to run, to run and to never look back.

But you couldn’t, wouldn’t do that to Arthur, and so you had packed both of you a bag each; with your precious possessions and a spare change of clothes, your spare apartment keys and anything else which you could think of.

You had left them by the front door, again as per instructed (you didn’t know where this confidence had come from, but you liked it more than you probably should).

Hours later, when Arthur was a wanted man and you had finished crying out of shock, fear and horror, the apartment building had been overrun as people who had fallen into the trap of mob mentality had taken out their frustrations on innocents.

Really, they were no better than the people they wanted to burn, but who were you to say anything?

So quickly had you grabbed your bags, having somehow successfully fought off the person who had tried to get in through the door, locked the apartment - it would probably be broken into but you hoped that the lock would hold itself - and done something you have should done earlier that day.

You ran.

Literally lost - in the fog, smoke and in the panic of tonight’s events had you gotten quite lost in the city you had been raised in - you had found an old dumpster and huddled behind it for safety, hugging your knees to your chest.

One thought kept you from going completely fucking mad. Just one.

Where was your Arthur?

His name was a soothing mantra in your mind, your eyes roaming about the place. 

All you could see was the back of the grimy bin, the wet and dank wall making your clothes stick to your back.

Later would you feel grossed out by all the bacterium that you were surrounded by.

For, now, though - 

A staggering figure dressed all in red.

A blood red grin from ear to ear.

Whistling that sounded like That’s Life.

“Arthur!” A hush of joy had fled your lips before you could stop it and the figure had stopped, whirled around desperately.

He was looking for you. His one.

He had heard you, somehow, over the utter chaos of the street.

“Y-Y/N?”

You sprang up, your cold joints aching in protest as you made your way over, holding your arms out like a child begging to be held.

It was as accurate a simile as any, in truth.

“Arthur!” You ran to him, your arms immediately throwing themselves around his neck.

“It’s Joker now,” he murmured, his arms coming to hold you tightly.

He kissed your hair, your face, again and again. He smelled of blood, the metallic tang tainting his every kiss. He smelled of greasepaint and a little of sweat, but underneath all of that could you still smell him.

“No,” You shook your head, moved to cup his injured face in your hands. “You’ll always be my Arthur, no matter what the world sees you as.”

A watery smile, a grateful kiss to your forehead.

He knew you would understand.

Green eyes sharpened as Joker realised you weren’t home. “Why did you leave the apartment? You didn’t listen to me! Why does no one listen?”

“I did.” You rushed to defend yourself, cheeks burning. “The apartment - someone got in. I fought them out, somehow, locked the door, and I got scared and I just wanted you, and - “

“Shshsh,” arms around you again as Joker held you protectively to his body, his eyes darting about the streets as he comforted you with quiet shushes.

Joker was hurt - a head injury, the cut on his lip, bruises all over his body, and you - if you were hurt in any way then he really would werewolf and go wild.

You were the only thing he had left to lose.

He had to get you both home.

He saw you had the bags - that was good. He hoped you had packed his contingency plans. 

You had. You were clever enough to put bits and pieces together; a cryptic comment here and there laced throughout your days with Arthur had all formed into a whole tapestry in your mind.

“I’m so scared,” You mumbled, half to yourself and half to Joker.

“Of what?” A sharp question. 

You clutched at him feeling his shoulder blades through his suit. You held onto them, finding comfort in the familiar parts of Arthur that you could reach.

“You.”

The word was out before you could stop it, before you could articulate properly, and Joker froze in your arms.

He went totally still. He stopped breathing. He stopped blinking. Time came grounding to a halt.

A broken whisper.

“You’re scared of me?”

You stepped back, stepped away, seizing both of his hands in yours.

Look at me, your grip told him.

He looked like he was going to be sick as he met your eyes, green swimming with unshed tears.

“I meant to say that I’m scared for you, not of you. Silly man,” You stepped closer again, pressing a kiss to the back of one of his hands, “How could I ever be scared of you?”

Joker’s brow creased as he struggled to understand through the exhaustion of all that had happened this night. 

Finally did he realise what you were trying to say and the sick expression on his painted, bloodied face mutated and turned instead into a smug grin.

So fucking perfect, he thought.

“They won’t find us.”

“Let them try,” You grinned, “They got what they deserve. It’s our turn, don’t you think?”

A joyful laugh.

You closed your eyes, cherished the sound, and when again you opened them did you find Joker closing in on you, to seal your promise with a blood stained, metallic tasting kiss.

Arms came around you, squeezed you into his embrace, and together did you take a few moments more to simply be.

The Arthur Fleck/Joker Defense Squad @writings-of-a-gen-z      @x-avantgarde-x       @insomniabird      @mavalenovaninagavi     @itwasrealenough     @morrisonmercurymalek     @rand0ms-fand0ms     @rafaelina-casillas     @aclownthing      @rebs-doom      @vivft       @help-i-am-obssessed      @autumnaffection       @taintednihilist   @vladtoly   @mg-woolf99      @misstgrey92  @that-s-life   @dopey-girl-blogs  @seeking-dreamland      @sweetheart-syndrome  @heartxfdesire  @xmusichealsthesoulx  @0callmejude0  @the-one-that-likes-riddles        @hannibalsslut       @folliaght  @freeeshavacadoo  @bingewatchingmylifegoby       @unlovedbyeveryoneandeverything     @okamiredfoxx  @sp0okysp0oky  @the-pandorabox  @mardema  @jibanyyan  @honeyflvredcoughdrop  @emissarydecksetter  @jokerfleckk  @epidendroideae  @chuuntas  @stillmabel  @pumpkinpeyes  @onehystericalqueenposts  @the-jokers-wolf  @nalsswa  @justahyena  @arianatheangelworld  @soullessblondbitch  @gothamslittlejester  @twentyonestarrynights  @sirianfromsixties  @kissmeclownman  @joker-is-my-hero  @lazyloosah  @lovesickkloxx  @ladylovelyluna  @live-love-loki  @clownerybbxx   @tragicarthur    @anmach123     @rommie-chan      @arthurflock     @lucyboytom      @anti-peach     @ immortal-bi-bitch@hearthurfleck      @crazieroutthere      @curlystark     @hailmary-yramliah    @sagyunaro     @playinthedarktillitsgoldenagain     @jokeringcutio      @xenthefox   @mijachula @stcrrynightsinneverlcnd      @cheyennejonas22    @mrjfleck      @pauli1100     @smitten-susie    @actualkey     @callmejokerfleck   @jaylovesbats    @itsforyoubitch   

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hii how's ya doing? could you please do artie hc with the reader who loooves johnny cash (and thinks young johnny is really handsome)? im sorry if im bothering u with this thx lol

I’m good thank you, nonnie <3 doing my best to get through requests <3 how are you? You’re no bother at all skskskk I hope you like this! <3

word count: 714.

Arthur is jealous.

He doesn’t say it to you, not outrightly, but it’s fairly obvious.

“I love his voice.” You murmur when he comes on the radio, the biggest smile on your face.

He wants you to smile at him like that.

You do, of course you do, but Arthur can be really rather silly sometimes, so in love with you and so scared of losing you is he.

Arthur shrugs, as if to say, It’s all right, I guess.

When you’re out in the city and you see vinyl records of Johnny Cash and you make a beeline for them, Arthur’s eyes soften as he takes in how happy you are.

Though you rarely buy them because they’re expensive. Arthur scrapes and scrimps and takes on extra shifts just to make sure that he can buy it for you.

Knowing that you do of his jealousy, you make sure to thank him as enthusiastically as you can, taking the time to really love on him.

Arthur doesn’t dislike Johnny, and he rather enjoys the music, it’s just that he wants to keep all of your smiles for his own. 

Problems arise, however, when Arthur finds out that you find young Johnny handsome.

You hadn’t meant for Arthur to hear you, you hadn’t, but he had heard you and the damage was done.

An advert had played late one night during the break in an episode of The Murray Franklin Show, and you had breathed out a, “Oh, he’s so handsome... Look at him.”

A nervous chuckle. “Wh-what?”. A slightly shaky hand runs through dark mahogany curls, which bounce lightly against the tops of his shoulders. “Do-does that mean that you don’t - I mean, am I - “

To say that you were horrified was an understatement. 

If this had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have reacted as you did, but this was Arthur and you knew that there lay greater insecurities than even he was aware of.

As such, you immediately pulled Arthur into your arms.

He went with you gladly, though he did not sink into your touch with his usual manner, and you comforted him as best as you could, pressing kisses all over his face and telling him all the ways in which you loved him.

With many reassurances that you still find him handsome, that you still love him and that you’re not going to leave him for Johnny, or someone who at least looks like him, Arthur settles down and starts trying to at least... appreciate him a bit more.

Arthur’s aware of his irrational trains of thought but there isn’t much he can do about it in the present moment. He’s terrified of losing you, of what you have built together.

It’s unhealthy to not have clear communications in a relationship, so when Arthur is calmer, you ask if he’s jealous of Johnny.

With furrowed brows and a soft, barely spoken, “Yeah”, you come to understand that Arthur knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he can’t help it.

“There’s no need to be, darling, I promise. There’s only you for me.”

“You - you promise?”

“Mm-hm. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Where does he live, Y/N?”

“Why - why does it matter, honey? I don’t ask you where Murray lives, do I?”

“That-that’s different.”

You fixed him with a level gaze. “No, it isn’t. Just - relax, darling. It’s okay.”

“You’re not - you’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Mad at you? No. No, angel, I’m not mad. I’m just... you’ve no reason to be jealous, Arthur, truly.”

“I’m still going to look him up,” Arthur grumbled. 

You let it drop, knowing he wasn’t joking.

Arthur makes sure to learn your favourite songs so that he can sing them to you when he wants you to smile, when you’re upset, when you’ve had a nightmare and can’t sleep... 

He hums them to himself on the subway, on the train, when he can’t sleep during a bout of insomnia... 

Arthur loves what you love because you love them, and that won’t ever change... even if he does grumble to himself whenever he hears you call Johnny Cash handsome.

It’s all good natured, truly, so long as you make your own feelings for Arthur known.

Defense Squad @writings-of-a-gen-z              @x-avantgarde-x       @insomniabird      @mavalenovaninagavi     @itwasrealenough     @morrisonmercurymalek     @rand0ms-fand0ms     @rafaelina-casillas     @aclownthing       @vivft              @help-i-am-obssessed      @autumnaffection       @taintednihilist   @vladtoly   @mg-woolf99      @misstgrey92   @dopey-fandom-girl         @seeking-dreamland      @sweetheart-syndrome      @heartxfdesire     @xmusichealsthesoulx       @0callmejude0      @the-one-that-likes-riddles        @hannibalsslut       @folliaght            @freeeshavacadoo         @bingewatchingmylifegoby       @unlovedbyeveryoneandeverything  @okamiredfoxx       @sp0okysp0oky  @the-pandorabox      @mardema  @jibanyyan        @honeyflvredcoughdrop         @emissarydecksetter  @jokerfleckk         @epidendroideae         @chuuntas          @stillmabel       @pumpkinpeyes       @onehystericalqueenposts          @the-jokers-wolf       @nalsswa  @jokershyena     @arianatheangelworld  @soullessblondbitch  @gothamslittlejester  @twentyonestarrynights  @sirianfromsixties  @kissmeclownman    @joker-is-my-hero  @lazyloosah  @lovesickkloxx  @ladylovelyluna      @live-love-loki  @clownerybbxx   @tragicarthur    @anmach123      @rommie-chan      @arthurflock     @lucyboytom                  @immortal-bi-bitch    @hearthurfleck     @jokersproperty     @curlystark      @arthurfleckjoker2019    @sagyunaro     @playinthedarktillitsgoldenagain     @jokeringcutio      @xenthefox   @mijachula    @stcrrynightsinneverlcnd      @cheyennejonas22     @pauli1100     @smitten-susie    @actualkey     @callmejokerfleck   @jaylovesbats    @itsforyoubitch    @killerprotector3579       @soulsdontbreaktheybeeend     @fantasticwinnerclodexpert                  @arthurs-sweater      @pinkie44pie    @tsukiakarinobara      @prettyxlittlexpsychoxprincess   @elodia-gahan   @yours-mia     @parkdonghoons      @lady-carnivals-stuff                         @hobi-hobi-kyo-kkyu      @jupiturde        @incognitofish      @j-sux      @nothing-but-a-comedy      @tahliamalfoydepp     @sgtsavoytruffle         @smol-nari       @pocket-clown    @driver-phoenix-writes    @millandram     @obsessedandthirsty   @holosexualunicorn7000    @anyatheladyclown   @imightaswellnotexistatall      @elusive-ivory    @funneeeh    @jokerhoe    @carnivalou      @floralhijabix         @sonrisa-yk     @livingmydreamsquietly    @marymadly     @that199xgrrrl      @mr–clown    @ezziesworld   @darknessisafriend   @sadjesterautumn    @antonija89     @acw1             @call-me-harley-quinn      ❤ @impulsiveclown  ❤  @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile   @cliffbo0th      @flowerglitterwoman     @mermaleizroseglasses    @fluffedstar   @justawriterinprogress   @truthbehindthemysteries    @jokers-doll

[ajokeformur-ray]

Headcanons for a S/O who's with Arthur in the hospital when Murray makes fun of him on TV?

Spoilers, swearing, a song reference at the end that we’re all .v. familiar with because I got lazy…

You were desperate for several things: a change of clothes (you had just finished work and you thought you could still smell your workplace on you and it was driving you mad), a coffee, and a bathroom visit.

But the way Arthur was clutching your hand, the skin pulled taut over his knuckles, his face pale and his piercing eyes flickering across the room; from his mother, to you, to the television playing tonight’s episode of the Murray Show, the way he kept making small barely audible noises of pain and discomfort, and the way his knees were bouncing a mile a minute…

You knew you couldn’t leave him. You just couldn’t.

He would hold his own just fine; he’d coped with the harsh cards he’d been dealt just fine before you had arrived in his life; but you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave him.

“She’s gonna be fine, Arthur.” You pressed a kiss to his temple and Arthur pushed his face into the gesture, his lips a thin trembling line.

“How do you know?”

You didn’t. Not really. But Arthur was disillusioned enough with reality, so you swallowed down your initial reaction and said, “She’s in the best place.”

Arthur nodded but his knees sped up and you knew your reassurance had fallen flat.

You both knew the truth.

“Here, get a load of this guy…”

You heard Arthur speak but… but he was silent beside you.

Your head whipped up so fast to look at the television suspended from the highest point of the wall that you felt something in your neck crunch and you winced.

It was Arthur laughing at Pogo’s, having one of his uncontrollable fits during his first stand up.

He had been so nervous he had been shaking and here this guy was, making fun of him.

Your heart clenched and you lifted your joined hands, pressing a kiss to the back of Arthur’s hand as dread filled you.

You knew what was happening already and Arthur’s joyful laugh from beside you made you squeeze your eyes shut.

He didn’t understand what was happening yet but you knew he would in a few moments and you desperately wished to switch the channel over or turn the television off.

But for Arthur, that would do more harm than good.

You had to wait out what was coming and you hated it.

You felt that familiar sense of wanting to shield him from the world creep in, but you couldn’t do anything.

You could only be there for him, as in everything else that went wrong in his life.

You braced yourself as Arthur stood up, his hand slipping out of yours as he smiled with his whole body up at the television.

The happiness soon slipped off his face as the man you knew he secretly considered to be his father figure humiliated him on live television.

They didn’t even know it was a condition that he had; he wasn’t laughing because he found himself funny.

Why did no one ever see Arthur?

“You piece of fucking shit.”

Your voice, full of anger, jumped Arthur out of his glare up at the television.

“He’s awful.”

You couldn’t have known that you had just struck something in Arthur; that those two words would come back to haunt you in just a matter of weeks.

Arthur started to hunch in on himself and somewhere in the back of your head did you know that you were now the only good thing in his life.

It was a hefty task to be handed, to keep Arthur on this side of the line which he carefully walked, the line getting thinner every day, but you knew you were the only one who could do it.

“He’s wrong, Arthur. Don’t listen to him.”

“No, I should have just left it. I knew I wouldn’t be able to - “

Oh, that was fucking it.

You could deal with other people doubting Arthur and making him feel like the shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe but there was one thing that you couldn’t stand, and that was Arthur using other’s words against himself.

Were the situation reversed, you knew he’d be just as angry to hear you speaking about yourself like that and so you felt no guilt in your next actions.

You were up and out of your rigid, unforgiving seat before you were even fully aware of yourself and you pushed back the lightheadedness that came from moving too fast.

You grabbed the sides of Arthur’s face and moved yourself to stand in front of him, keeping his head tilted towards you so that he could only look up with his eyes.

Not liking the way he wasn’t looking at you, his hard gaze upwards,you leaned in and kissed him hard, using the anger as a fuel to show Arthur how deeply you loved him.

You weren’t gentle with this kiss. You poured everything into it until you felt Arthur’s arm curl around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

When the need for oxygen became desperate, you broke off the kiss, and stared into his intense eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, love. He’s wrong.“

Arthur’s eyes were fixed on his shoes and your hands left either side of his face so that you could lift his chin with a finger.

“Arthur, he’s wrong.”

Your tone left no room for argument and you sounded so confident that it made a smile tug at the edges of Arthur’s lips.

That wasn’t enough for you.

It was time to use Arthur’s own tricks against him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

The arm around your waist squeezed as some of that childlike spark came back into his eyes and you smiled.

“What’s the last thing that goes through a bug’s mind before it hits the windshield?”

A twitch of his lips as Arthur’s eyes were fixed on your face, a certain light in his eyes that refused to ever be dimmed.

You vaguely wondered if you were the reason he hadn’t snapped yet.

“It’s butt.”

A huff of laughter, then a small giggle.

You smiled sadly. It wasn’t quite the reaction you wanted from him but you would take it.

Where humour failed, though, could a hug work miracles.

You pulled Arthur into your arms, swaying with him slightly, and it prompted Arthur into slow dancing with you.

Overhead did the video of Arthur’s stand up continued, but it no longer mattered.

You found Arthur hilarious and that was all he would ever need to pick himself up and get back in the race.

When visiting hours were over, you would take him home and you’d cuddle him properly, telling him all the things you loved about him.

For now, though, you would dance with him.

Inside you did a rage burn. You didn’t fuel the fire, but you let it simmer. 

You would use it to love Arthur harder than you ever had before.

The Arthur Fleck/Joker Defense Squad @writings-of-a-gen-z                      @x-avantgarde-x       @insomniabird      @mavalenovaninagavi     @itwasrealenough     @morrisonmercurymalek     @rand0ms-fand0ms     @rafaelina-casillas     @aclownthing      @rebs-doom      @vivft                  @help-i-am-obssessed      @autumnaffection       @taintednihilist   @vladtoly   @mg-woolf99      @misstgrey92  @that-s-life   @dopey-girl-blogs         @seeking-dreamland      @sweetheart-syndrome      @heartxfdesire @xmusichealsthesoulx       @0callmejude0      @the-one-that-likes-riddles        @hannibalsslut       @folliaght            @freeeshavacadoo         @bingewatchingmylifegoby       @unlovedbyeveryoneandeverything @okamiredfoxx       @sp0okysp0oky  @the-pandorabox      @mardema @jibanyyan        @honeyflvredcoughdrop         @emissarydecksetter @jokerfleckk         @epidendroideae         @chuuntas          @stillmabel       @pumpkinpeyes       @onehystericalqueenposts       @the-jokers-wolf       @nalsswa  @justahyena       @arianatheangelworld  @soullessblondbitch @gothamslittlejester  @twentyonestarrynights  @sirianfromsixties @kissmeclownman    @joker-is-my-hero  @lazyloosah  @lovesickkloxx @ladylovelyluna      @live-love-loki  @clownerybbxx   @tragicarthur    @anmach123      @rommie-chan      @arthurflock     @lucyboytom              @anti-peach       @immortal-bi-bitch    @hearthurfleck      @crazieroutthere      @curlystark     @hailmary-yramliah    @sagyunaro     @playinthedarktillitsgoldenagain     @jokeringcutio      @xenthefox   @mijachula@stcrrynightsinneverlcnd      @cheyennejonas22    @mrjfleck      @pauli1100     @smitten-susie    @actualkey     @callmejokerfleck   @jaylovesbats    @itsforyoubitch      @ridiculousnerd     @killerprotector3579       @soulsdontbreaktheybeeend     @fantasticwinnerclodexpert                  @arthurs-sweater      @pinkie44pie    @tsukiakarinobara      @prettyxlittlexpsychoxprincess   @elodia-gahan   @yours-mia    @rustyt33th     @parkdonghoons      @lady-carnivals-stuff      @hobi-hobi-kyo-kkyu      @jupiturde        @incognitofish      @j-sux

[prettyflyforamercguy-blog]

1 through 6 AND 13

What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canonmaterial that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why didyou come up with it?

Wade’s schizoaffective disorder. Throughout the comicbook verse, Wade’s behavior has consistently demonstrated both bipolar and schizophrenic attributes. TPTB can tell me as much asthey fucking want that it’s because his brain is “constantly changing” but fuck u that’s a punk out answer. PLUS haha I could scream for about 3 ½ hours about the film and the way that Ryan played Wade and how similar some of his behaviors/expressions/motions are to a character that was openly written as schizophrenic (THE VOICES IS A GREAT MOVIE it can be tropey sometimes BUT AS A WHOLE IT IS VERY VERY GOOD and Ryan’s acting is fuckin primo).

Do you have any controversial headcanons that go againstwhat is generally accepted by the fandom? Do you incorporate this into writingyour muse or keep it to yourself? 

Of course I do because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be me. I think the biggest thing would have to be that I look at Wade and Vanessa’s relationship and from moment one I went holy fuck that is so unhealthy. I look at Vanessa’s actions and I totally understand most of them, I really really do, but I also think about how...completely not good they are, for Wade and for her. I ranted before about how borderline abusive Vanessa’s behavior has been (because i’m sorry sweetie but idgaf if he disappeared in the middle of the night and you thought he was dead you don’t beat on someone for making you hurt and angry that’s not a decent thing to do to someone you love ESPECIALLY if you know that person has a background of abuse) and don’t even get me started on her in the comics sweet jeezaloo. Do you know how many angry messages I’ve gotten for daring to disparrage Vanessa (answer: lots. particularly calling me a mysoginistic prick because I guess almost everyone assumes I’m a dude? Surprise, motherfuckers.) And yes, I do heavily incorporate it into how I write Wade. Other controversial headcanons: wade wilson does not fuck minors or anyone who is like more than a decade younger than him, wade wilson has morals, wade wilson was mentally ill before the mutant factory (you may think this is not controversial but believe me it apparently is).

What is something that was never addressed at all in thecanon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

Ok so I’ve read a lot of Deadpool but not all the Deadpool and I think the only things that I did in fact pull out of thin air/ took a LOT of liberty on were Oleg (the man who trained Wade as a Merc), some of his past relationships (like Ira), and his CSA. Most everything else is at most mildly tweaked conflicting canon material. -addition- oh and him being specifically french canadian. i think that was just me.

Have you made any outright changes to the canon material inorder to write your muse the way you wanted (entire scenes you chose to omit,chapters you say never existed, things you assume were never said, etc.)?

Ok people might get mad about this but I like to pretend that Ellie (his daughter) didn’t happen (like it did in the comic). Because no one can look me in the windows to my soul and tell me that Wade would be that kind of…shitty of a parent. Like yes he’d be immature and stuff but he would not keep his identity hidden from his child for any amount of time nor would he be so breathtakingly stupid about keeping said child safe. I just have so many issues with the way him as a parent was handled and how very against his nature it could be at times lmao

What is an aspect of your muse’s canon material or canonexistence that you never had the opportunity to explore but really want to? 

His brutal, darkside psychopathy. Like I am not one who disregards the horrific things that comic Wade has done, and I know my Wade is capable of some pretty fucked up shit if the brew is right. He has kidnapped, he’s tortured, he’s tortured to death, he’s done some pretty twisted shit when he’s in the right (or wrong) place and I haven’t gotten a chance to explore that. I love exploring Wade’s good side, but what I love about Wade is that he can be incredibly good but incredibly fucking twisted, sometimes legitimately at the exact same time. I want to explore that. 

What is the general opinion of your muse’s fandom aboutthem? Do you agree with it?

This is another one I could probably yell about for an hour. The fandom likes to do three things with Wade that makes me absolutely CRINGE: they like to make him Hyper-masculine (gag me), they like to ship him with underaged character (shoot me in the fucking face), and they like to play him like a 2006 scene girl ( totally kerrrrazy and rand0m). Wade is a complex, deep character that is more than fucking T-shirts with his face on them that say “Tacos”; a character with a lot of depth and intelligence who gets reduced to this shit by characters in the comicbooks and it genuinely pisses him off/ hurts him(INFINITY GAUNTLET ANYONE). Wade also would never with a child (and yes if you are under 18 you are a child to him Wade Wilson is between 30-45 years old) so that is just squicksville both to me and to my muse. Lastly did u know??? it is ok??? for a man to be male and still like things that are non-gender conforming and be non-gender conforming with his interests and behaviors?

What canon character do you really wish your muse couldinteract more with? 

LOGAN. This could be just because my Wade in his infancy of being created interacted with a Logan a lot, but I need more Logan and Wade in my life. I have a MIGHTY NEED.