#and then ink is sad because i didn't create and shared my creations and told everyone my ideas and

[probablybadquirkideas]

Ok so no age or gender, only personality. I'm a person who is very calm, likes quiet places and inner peace. I'm friendly to good people and I'm snarky and rude to assholes, my opinion is very objective and I have a good head on my shoulders. I'm lazy but also clever, I ask for help when I need it and I like to help others as long as I can gain something from it. People say I'm smart and pretty but I don't think so, maybe it's my low self esteem. Therefore I don't know how to accept compliments but I'm happy when I receive them. I'm usually avoiding stressful situations instead of getting into arguments. I'm an introvert and forcing a conversation with someone is a challenging task, I need people who share the same interests but I'm also able to adapt to others. Sometimes I take things too personally and I can be defensive. I get overwhelmed by emotions and I cry even though I didn't mean to. I'm so in love with the world we're living in but people are making it complicated. I have a big heart but I'm afraid of getting it hurt so I never entrusted it to anyone, let's say that I got dissappinted in life. Because of this I'm often wearing a serious expression and some are maybe intimidated by it. Only people I ever trusted is my family, I have a strained relationship with my sister because she's everything I don't like which is sad because we grew up in the same household. I hate egoistic, selfish and entitled people. I'm not a fan of cold things, I'm a meat person. I'm an artist and I'm good with my hands. Since I'm lazy I hate too much physical pressure but I don't mind when it comes to money, I'm also stingy with it. I like pop, rock and ballads. When I achieve success I don't celebrate but that's why others celebrate for me. Kindness makes me smile and funny content on social media. I like horror, thriller, comedy and romance. I'm awkward with hugs but I don't mind it with the right people. I want an easy life where there's nothing much to worry about, I'm very similar to Hawks in that aspect. When things go downhill I don't panic, I try to fix it as good as I can. I'm very patient and I can do things that require concentration for hours as long as it's easy. I'm sneaky, I'm good at faking things, people always told me that I was an actor/actress from an young age but I use my lies for a good cause. I never underestimate people, my perception is often accurate and I can tell who gives me good or bad vibes from the moment we met. I hate to be indebted, my conscience is often clean. I have regrets from the past but I was just a kid and we all make mistakes, we learn. I hold grudges sometimes, I don't forget. I have my little quirks, the smell of my hair calms me down and I like dark places so curtains are always closed. My senses are very sharp, someone once told me that I have a sixth sense haha! Sunsets, starry sky and string lights are beautiful. Clear blue sky, flowers, sea, autumn leaves, the smell of the grass after a rainy day, it's so peaceful. I know how to party but I'm not a big fan, I'm "my close circle of friends" type of person. I'm a good listener and I like nice and cozy atmosphere. I'm easy-going and honest. That's it, hope it helped.

Alright, let’s see... Boiling down your description into a bulleted list, and then further reducing that to relevant traits, I think I can safely give you the Quirk...

Inkblot

Rundown: This Quirk allows you to manipulate ink into various shapes in three-dimensional space. While, ordinarily, these ink creations would have a mind of their own, their obedience is dependent entirely on your own force of will over them. The challenge, of course, is not being overwhelmed, as well as needing a source of ink. Books and physical print should work fine, and it ultimately is a Quirk of convenience when done right, but when done wrong...

Weaknesses: Since it’s ink, it can be washed away. Additionally, since their obedience is directly proportional to your willpower, disheartening you should cause the constructs to run amok. A source of ink is also necessary.

Applications: Very versatile, can be used for combat and defense. Potential reconnaissance applications if the ink can “record” conversations and then revert into a written transcription. Potential ability to forge signatures and details. Since willpower makes the constructs obedient, potential application of creating personal servants made of pure ink. Possible stealth application for nighttime and dark areas.

[jokerownsmysoul]

Today jokerownsmysoul is two years old 🌹

💚💙❤️🤍💛🤎

It’s crazy to think that it’s been two years since I wrote this post. My very first post. If you had told me that I would still be here after two years, so overwhelmed by love and the desire to create and surround myself in the art of creation moved by love and for love and genuine friendships, I would never have believed it. Two years feels like such a short time in the timeline of our life, but it can be also so long. So many things can happen in two years, and in fact they did. The way I look at this post two years later is so different from the way I looked at it when I posted it. I still remember how much fear and nervousness I had in my heart when I did it, unsure of what would happen, unaware that this would become one of the most beautiful, cherished adventures of my life. 

I am so grateful to Arthur for all that he’s given me and still keeps giving me, I’ll never get tired of saying that. Every day he shows me that he will never leave my heart, how rare and unique feels to care about him and to hold him in my heart the way I do. There’s a little locked room within it where he will dwell forever, whatever the future holds for me. No matter what happens, I know that at the end of the day he's always there where I can find him.

There will never be anyone else like him. The feelings I experience whenever I'm writing or drawing about Arthur are feelings that I've never experienced before in my life. In these two years I felt things I didn't even know were possible. I lived memories of a forgotten past belonging to elsewhere, wrote stories which felt more like déjà vu rather than fiction, fell in love over and over and discovered a kind of magic I didn't know existed until he ignited my truest self and showed me that there's more in the human journey upon this earth than what our eyes can see on the daily.

It’s wonderful what love makes us do when we are full of it. I am still here to create art, for Arthur and on Arthur, moved by love and for love, hoping that all these feelings will be able to transfer themselves into my art. Most of the time it feels impossible but I keep trying. My heart is still filled with stories and emotions and polaroids that want to be brought out into the open as much as it was the first day, if not even more. I want to get my hands dirty with ink and colors and words and graphit, still determined to let the happiness Arthur deserved in his life take shape in the lives of all of us through the magic of every written piece and any brushstroke, both familiar and now discovered, through the grip around my stomach I feel when I’m painting, and through all the Arthing yet to come. All I want is for my art to be the spotlight Arthur dreamed of his whole life, under which he can reveal himself and show how rich and special of a character he is. Because yes, there's something special about him indeed.

I want to believe that that's how Arthur spread joy and laughter into the world, through our art narrating about him and then shared across the ocean. Sometimes they make us laugh, sometimes they make us sad, sometimes they make us grow, but every time they spread him and his unique essence around the world the way he wanted to.

All of this would have never happened without you either, the very first people who made this adventure so wonderful to be in. Without your support, your affection, your friendship, our shared passion for this multicolored clown and our shared laughter while entire oceans kept us apart. Thanks to each one of you for every single gesture of kindness you have poured on my Arthing, and on me as well. I thought of it two years ago, and I still think so: you’re all beautiful. 💙

I finally stop listening my insecurities (or maybe not?) and convinced myself to open a blog about Joker and Joaquin Phoenix.

I love writing since ever with my whole being and… I just hope you’ll like what I’m going to write and makes you feel better.

My apologies if there will be any typos in my fic but english is not my first language, but I guess it didn’t stop me from writing.

I’d really love to enjoy this beautiful fandom. I’ve been seeing you and reading you for months and you’re all beautiful.