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notalakelurk · 2 months ago

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A New Thing?!?! Character Concepts

I'd like to preface this post with the information that I am not particularly creative or artistic by nature, but I do believe I have the ability to be passionate, so please do consider that everything here is a "learning experience," thank you! =|:)=;

This character, whom I am presently calling Hem, has been in my head for a little bit now. Right now, I am calling them Hem because it sounds right, and I relate to them as the edges and connections of my personality (i.e. the bounds which make me up).

They originally started as a little emoticon, appearing in my more quirky textual transactions beginning perhaps a week ago. The representation here being =|:|_),' =|:=; =|:|_ and other forms (there is a somewhat sizeable discord message to myself describing the rules and components of Hem, which I will include at the bottom of this post for brevity).

I have always had an interest in emoticons and text-based art (see ArTUI) as well as an affinity for the "old" web (well, old to me; I was born in 2007). At the same time, I will readily admit that Hem's existence is due primarily to the charming typing quirks of Homestuck characters (though, this is essentially the same thing as the prior mentioned inspiration, I would not have been sufficiently motivated to truly adopt such an emoticon prior to reading Homestuck).

It is also due partly to my isolationism and preference for self-made content that Hem has been created as a representation of self. (I have been getting tired of using random profile pictures and names for a while.) Perhaps I will write another blog post about this, but Hem is part of a larger trend in my current life towards creating more of the content that I consume (or in other terms, talking to myself =|>:]=; ) and expressing my true self, which I have kept mostly hidden for the duration of my life.

Recently, I decided that Hem would take on a greater role in representing me, and thus we entered a design prototype phase intended to make Hem a true character and outlet of self expression.

One of Hem's interesting traits that correlates with how I view myself is their multiple designs. At current, Hem is both a thin, perhaps gaunt specimen, as well as a wider, potentially sturdier character. Early on, Hem was designed with unique presentation and configuration in mind: their body was split into discrete sections and multiple bases were imagined for each. Not to get too personal, but I see myself in a very similar manner, my personality varies wildly, sometimes I am very talkative (typically with myself!) and have thousands of things to say about the least conspicuous things around me; at other times, I can hardly bring myself to remark on my most passionate interests. Unfortunately, I have only been developing Hem as drawn character for a very short time, so configurations other than my "expressive/quirky" insert (the equals-sign-body configuration) lack representation at the moment =|:(|_),,

Design-wise, it is important to me to keep Hem's ASCII/text-based style evident within their more detailed depictions. This means that my designs so far have only-slightly-manipulated versions of Hem's ASCII representations as their core shapes. To better define my imagination of Hem, I am currently using half-fill (Krita's dither tool) lines to draw their features.

I am not a good artist, so Hem's depictions are likely to remain largely abstract for a while (if they ever truly stop being abstract), lol =|:)=;

Right now I really only have two concept drawings for Hem. It may seem a bit premature to reveal them, but I fret that I may never continue work on them if I do not get them out there =|:'}=;

[Image ID: two digital concept sketches of Hem. The first features two Hem's composed of drawn ASCII characters rotated so that Hem may stand vertically. The leftmost Hem is a drawing of "Shuffler" Hem, and the second is of "Marching/Walking" Hem with the addition of small apostrophe sized arms. (see below for textual representations of Hem types). The second Hem sketch is a more detailed depiction of "Shuffler" Hem. Hem's ASCII core is drawn in thick, black lines, and additional features are drawn in half-filled black lines (created with Krita's dither pixel art tool). In addition to their ASCII core, their head is partially outlined, their hands, consisting of three fingers each, are floating to the left of their body, and their collar is depicted in a tall, notch-lapel (noir detective/secretive) style. Their stovepipe hat is left in two pieces (the equals-sign and pipe characters). The brim rests on their head, while the top part of the hat floats above. Hem is leaning over backwards to the right of the image and their hands are reaching towards a circular object to the far left. The object appears to be coming towards Hem, and is purple-ish in nature. \End ID.]

Hooray! You made it to the end of the post! Before I end this, I want to real-quick (and mostly for myself) put in a couple of Hem's design inspirations as a list:

Homestuck

Homestuck Sprites

Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Dynamo (Valve's Deadlock)

Noir detectives who are somewhat magical

Geometric hats (which I have been obsessed with for a very long time, Abraham Lincoln had style, fr)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Myself (this one is very important!!!)

Probably many other's that I'm forgetting

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Lastly, here's that Discord message I promised:

#oc #oc concept #mine #beginner artist #homestuck #emoticon

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skelgayton · 1 year ago

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Big dramatic post!

I'm thinking about archiving this Tumblr. I've had it for twelve years, and in that timeframe I have evolved from a depressed husk of a human being to someone who quite simply does not have time to keep up with every micromeme, and wants to spend their time more on creative endeavors.

Up until this fall, I have not missed a single post on Tumblr. I've always gone through my backlog due to my completionism; especially in the past few years for seeing art that may have gone under the radar. I just can't keep up with it when 80% of my dash is memes. I've skipped out on Tumblr for a few week periods over the past few months and I just haven't had the motivation to go back, especially when there's so many other more productive or creative endeavors I hardly have time for.

I value my completionism for viewing artists and their work. I know all too well what it's like to post art and have it gain ZERO attention, even though I have a small group of followers on my art blog. I don't want to lose my dedication in this manner. My intention is to prioritize my art blog, so I may make a new account entirely so it can become my primary. I do still really enjoy this site, and it's been so ingrained in my identity, but it may be time for me to re-prioritize.

Anyway, I'm still pondering on this whole thing. I don't know if anyone cares tbh, since out of my nearly 1,300 followers all but a dozen or two are spam/inactive/deactivated. Kudos to you if you've made it this far! Feel free to comment or reach out if you do though; this site can really feel like a void oftentimes.

#this isn't actually dramatic or potentially triggering or anything

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saint-starflicker · 1 year ago

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Prompts from this post.

1. What is the most valuable piece of advice you've been given about writing?

The most valuable piece of advice was also the most detrimental. It was a list of writing tips in a high school English class that would improve our style, and it did get me thinking more keenly about the gears and axles that make up a language. Too bad it got to me at a time in my life that I didn't have much creative flow, and that I would cling to those tips and suggestions as though it would save me from real life. I still recognize when passive voice is not the best choice, and how that is a choice now that it's been (heh) pointed out to me what passive voice even is—but flow and content becoming more important than style is what got me actually writing again. Your body of work is only as good as the collection of stuff in it that actually exists. I still value the style tips more because the prerequisite about creative flow and content is a very internal issue, whereas style was one that I actually got external guidance with.

2. Is your main villain sympathetic? Why or why not?

I have read the wildest woobification essays on this site, combined with the most inexplicable vitriol aimed at the most non-entity characters...so I don't know anymore what makes a designated villain sympathetic or unsympathetic.

During the writing process, I think it depends on the stakes. The closer to high fantasy the vibe is, the less sympathetic I can make the villain because I'm drawing on the image of the Panopticon dictator who lives beside Mt. Doom (insert the "Are we the Baddies?" skit meme here). I do believe that we can meet real evil in a more domestic genre, but see paragraph above about how there's no consensus about what that "evil" even is.

If I write annoying people with ulterior motives who leverage their power over somebody else's life, then in the process I can think that's very annoying, but somebody else might either think it's funny or alternatively think it's triggering/enabling of the worst thing in the world and in their life. Meanwhile, if I write somebody so horrible that they can hardly be there except for the rumored impact of their abuse on a character that I am more considerate of, then I can still expect some readers to take the sympathetic characters' flaws and use that to frame that character as the worst person that never existed—while the other character, that I think of as so evil that I launched them into plot orbit, in whatever little discourse I'm lucky enough to get around something I wrote can still become woobified in that discourse and get all this backstory and reframing imagined for them. And that wild misinterpretation is going to be all my fault somehow. 😆 That's just the way I've noticed things usually go if a story gets noticed at all, so I can't be too cross.

3. Which of your characters do you think has the most similar traits to you? Why?

They're all going to be filtered through my tint of glasses, at the same time that none of them are going to be me. There's what I think of as an "authorial scope" of vocabulary and observations, within which I can try to keep more variety or consistency as appropriate...but there's other areas that I'm definitely going to flounder at, or that I can recognize as an interesting idea but I know that I don't have it in me to even go there.

Unless I'm writing a memoir, the fictional character that's most like me will still have as much emotional distance from me as a character in the background or in the chorus. I think the characters that I actually get overly protective about are unlike me and that's why I'm biased towards there being more of them in the world because I don't have what that character has.

#writing

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unholyplumpprincess · 1 year ago

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what would be your best tips on getting into writing without being demotivated, while also writing for yourself? I always have the issue where even if I want to write something, I shape it and mould it into what I think others would like, so I lose passion and can’t bare to look at it again. considering how you’ve been writing for years now, I was wondering if you had any advice :)

Oh boy. So, I am not gonna sugar coat it: It is incredibly easy to get demotivated, depending on how you are as a person! For me, I need praise, feedback, comments, etc to really thrive! Reblogs and retweets are all well and fine, but it's comments and fun tags that really keep me wanting to write! (This strands for a lot of creatives as well and why commenting is encouraged too as a whole, but jic!)

That being said, despite that, I absolutely Love writing and showing off my unique writing + skill set of ripping apart characters under a microscope!

That all laid out: You say that you switch it to something Others would like instead, and I so get that! I used to change my writing so it wasn't as descriptive or otherwise bc I'd try and mimic someone else's writing style- which could be due to my autism, trying to mask and feel 'normal'!

(Oop this got long so gonna put it under a read more :D)

So for you: Why do you mold it into something you THINK and ASSUME others would like? Has someone told you otherwise? How many people? Or is it just that lil guy in ur brain whispering the 'what if's and preventing you from doing something you love?

What motivates you to begin with? What can you do to challenge that voice in ur brain? Asking yourself these questions and answering honestly can help a ton and help you adapt and figure out where your comfort areas are and where you can challenge yourself!

At the end of the day: You're writing for yourself, and there are Plenty of people out there who are looking for that exact thing you're writing. You'll make your day finishing it and being able to read back on it way down the line, and you'll make someone else happy!

But like I said in the beginning too, I'm not gonna lie, I finally got demotivated! I used to write a ton for Apex, over 100+ fics, and hardly got any feedback or comments and then another thing happened that was big (part of a zine where the artists were featured on Respawn but nobody talked abt the writers with it/the artists didn't stick up for us :/) that just completely Poofed me into not wanting to write, period!

So let's analyze that again because hey, I've written one or two things since then and am currently working on another: I found what I needed to adapt and shift my demotivation! I need praise/feedback, not a problem, now I have a beta reader (my beloved spouse and number one fan) who excitedly gives me praise and feedback whenever I send updates!

So! To summarize: Ask yourself the important questions of what motivates you, how can you challenge that horrible feeling of hiding your uniqueness, and what can you do to break that demotivativation when it strikes? Also, what drives you and how can you shift your perspective to encompass that and include things or someone that makes you happy?

At the end of the day you are writing for your present self, your past self, and future self, and it just so happens that other people share the same interest as you and that's a bonus!!!!

#princess talks #I promise I do not have enough space or time to really say all my ideas and advice #but just know when to also step away from your work and go 'ill get back to u another time!' bc if u truly do love it youll go back!#I find shifting my focus onto other fics can help greatly! As is I have multiple docs that I spread my attention between!#Also scene outlines too! If ur not sure how ur fic is going make urself a scene list starting from opener plus the meats and then the endin

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smolpinkfox · 8 hours ago

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I am realizing that with nothing to look forward to, my motivation to do anything is just.. nonexistent. I’ve had this problem my whole life really. I’m incapable of living fully in the present and am always looking ahead towards something in the future.

“If I just get through this month, I can see a friend I have been waiting to see”

“If I work hard this summer, then I can move to a better place and life will be easier”

“If I save up money, I can go on a trip to visit my LDR partner”

But now I have none of that. I have nobody and nowhere to go. I am stuck here living with my grandma for the foreseeable future. Moving into my own place in my situation is just not feasible anymore. I live so far away from any of my friends that I can’t see anybody. I can’t leave my grandmother for more than a few hours a day so even weekend trips are out of the question. That’s even if I had the money to go anywhere anyways.

I’m broke. I can hardly work because I’m so exhausted from caring for my grandma it’s hard to do anything else. I’ve lost joy in my hobbies, I have barely streamed at all in the 6 months I’ve been here. I can’t stream until she goes to sleep because she comes into my room every few minutes. I don’t even have a lock on my door so I can’t prevent that at all. Recently she’s been staying up until 11pm so it’s hard for me to have any time to stream, even if I had the energy.

I’ve been so depressed I’m pulling away from everything and everyone I love.

She has dementia that is getting increasingly worse every month. A lot of what she does and what I have to deal with isn’t her fault, but enough of it actually is due to her controlling and manipulative personality that it’s hard to not resent being here.

She’s emotionally abusive. She yells at me. She expects me to do everything she wants at a moments notice. She hates when I spend time away from her, even if it’s just in the other room. I live with such overwhelming dread from the moment I wake up until I finally pass out from exhaustion each night.

I have little joy in life anymore. Games aren’t as fun, I can’t really focus long enough to play more than an hour or so before losing internet. I draw my clangen comic, but it takes so much of my creative energy that I haven’t been keeping up well with my art commissions, so I’m worried that I’ll have to give that up too.

I need a break from here. I need love, I need hope, I need a future.

With nothing to look forward to anymore, life has become more difficult than it’s really even worth.

I just keep telling myself that this isn’t forever. Eventually things will improve. Eventually I’ll have a place of my own, and have things I enjoy, and have friends close by, or have a partner or friends I can travel to see, and have joy in life again.

But I don’t know how much longer I can keep handling the bleak nothingness.

It’s dragging me down into a very dark place. With no light ahead.. I’m drowning in the dark.

It’s ridiculous to hope for someone to save me when I can’t even save myself.

#vent post

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feminine-obedient-alexandra · 1 year ago

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Thank you, men

i hear so much about toxic masculinity and how bad the patriarchy is and how Men are "keeping women down" and it makes me sick. i love Men. i love masculinity. And i never want you to be afraid of who you are or doubt your own strength. Men are awesome and this is my love letter to you all. Today's society wouldn't even exist without you. So thank you so much for my mobile phone that lets me stay connected with all my friends. Thank you so much for the internet that makes it possible for me to express these feelings right now. Thank you so much for cars and public transport so i don't have to walk everywhere. Thank you so much for the houses you built so that i can live in them. Because all those things wouldn't exist without Men, without our patriarchal society. Men did this. You did this. You built the cornerstones of our world. Men build the houses and girls make them homes. We work well together like that. So thank you for giving us the opportunity to support you like that. Thank you for all the sacrifices you had to make, thank you for all the hardships you endure. Real men are protectors too. So thank you for keeping us safe. Thank you for upholding the law and thank you for risking your life to fight fires and rescue people from dangerous situations. The world would be a very different place without masculinity and all the greatness you brought with you. So i am terribly sorry for all that "toxic masculinity" talk. i am sorry for all the feminism that made your life miserable. And i am so sorry for the "blame game" against Men that happens everywhere. i don't want you to be ashamed of your masculinity, of being a man, of not conforming to society views on what a man should do. i want you to be happy in your bodies. i am sorry there are hardly any good role models on being a Man. i am sorry that there is a lot of body shaming but never any support about male bodies. i am sorry how society shuns you when you are having emotional problems and i am sorry how your motives come into questions so often. i am sorry for how stupid we girls act sometimes and i am sorry we can be such an annoyance to you. So i wanna say here, you Men are appreciated. Maybe not by everyone, but by us good girls. By the girls who are not afraid of their femininity. Not only did you built this world we are living in, dear Men, you are our world. We love that we can rely on you, that you are holding strong even against the worst storms. You are our safe haven, our strength. Thank you for being there. Thank you for giving us all these opportunities to make life great. Thank you for providing for us and making us feel special. Thank you for tackling even the most complicated problems and thank you for never running out of solutions. Thank you for your courage to never falter and withstand the hardest of circumstances. Thank you for being Men. In return, we promise to always love you, honor you, and obey you. To support you in your endeavors and to always have your back. When you come home from a hard days work we will be there giving you the strength to continue. We will take your constructive energy and turn it into beautiful creativity. We will appreciate the things you create and we promise to add beauty to them. We will be there for you when life gets tough and you can be sure to always have a home with us. i am sorry for the many Men who struggle to find their way in this world because they are no support systems for you. i am sorry for the many Men who struggle with their masculinity because everyone tells them it is toxic behavior. i want you to know that it is not. Be yourself, be who you want to be, and go your way with a head held high. i am sorry for all the setbacks and failures you will encounter but please remember it is not about how often you fail, it is how you deal with it, how you learn from it, and how you push yourself up. i want you to know that it is Ok to struggle sometimes. Just be you. Because you are awesome. So, dear Men, thank you for everything. i know society can be mean and treat you bad at times, but i want you to know that there are good girls out there that love who you are, that bask in your masculine strength, and that think the world of you. Thank you for being Men.

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mariamga2024mi4017 · 2 months ago

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Work In Progress - Presentation

23/09/2024

Yesterday, Uvindu and I got on call to discuss our layout for the presentation. We decided to use the same template we used for stage 1. But this time of course, we were going to upgrade it with more information from our research.

I mainly had a chat with him trying to figure out the order in which I'll be talking about the characters since I mainly have information about Patsey rather than Northup.

Now, I'm planning to follow the following order for the 'Academy Award for best supporting actress' citation :-

Patsey

Solomon

Comparison between Patsey and Solomon from Steve McQueen's choices.

When it comes to my research on Solomon's character, there's hardly any new type of information to focus on since there's jo difference between his character in the novel vs the film.

Patsey's character is given importance to in the film due to Steve McQueen's creative decisions.

McQueen's main usage of Solomon's character was to give a sense of relatability to the audience. He wanted to have a main character who was like the common people who was suddenly kidnapped into slavery and his freedom taken away from him. With this decision, we as the audience experience the brutality of slavery through Solomon's eyes.

To further improve on my points for Solomon's character, I will be reading through the following articles. These 2 articles will help me understand more about Steve McQueen choices behind portraying both Patsey and Northup and also get a good comparison between them.

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Article 1: - Slavery through the eyes of Solomon Northup and Steve McQueen.

Q/ Are there any differences between Solomon in the film vs the Novel?

Steve McQueen didn't make any changes in portraying Solomon's character in the film. Solomon Northup is a kind, sympathetic, and hard worker. His love for his family is what keeps him motivated to escape the life of slavery.

As a character, he is filled with hopefulness since he never stops thinking of ways to escape the life of slavery.

He finds peace and comfort in music since he possesses the talent to play the fiddle, which also merits him with earnings at slaver's functions. He also finds comfort in religion (Christianity) and believes in God's will.

Solomon's character arc has a mixture between 'The journey from innocent to experienced' and 'The journey from being powerless to powerful'. This is mainly because Solomon was naive when he was first introduced to the world of slavery. He kept trying to get out of this situation by saying he was a 'freeman' even though his papers for proof were taken away from him. However, he was able to adapt quickly to his new life as a slave and utilized his skills and knowledge to work in order to satisfy his masters or to save his life from harm.

Q/ Are there any differences between Patsey in the film vs the novel?

In chapter 13 of the novel, Solomon describes Patsey to be a kind, lighthearted, and joyful girl. Just like Northup, her end goal is to escape the life of slavery, but this fact is touched upon lightly in the novel.

Patsey in the film is portrayed as a sad girl who's always seen with a look of dullness and resignation. There's even a scene in the film where Patsey requests Northup to help her die since she finds no comfort in the life of slavery.

From my previous research I can conclude that McQueen decided not to show Patsey as she truly is described in the novel because he wanted to portray the impact/ results of slavery's brutality through her character. Her reasoning in finding mercy through death is because she has to constantly endure suffering from Epps' lust and Mrs.Epps' jealousy.

In the novel, Patsey's character's optimistic and joyous ways only change after Epps stripes her naked in front of all the slaves and whips her. From that day onwards she loses her joyous spirit.

Article 2: - Queen of the fields: ...

I will be reading through this article for a comparison between Solomon and Patsey characters in the film. This is to take a deep dive into understanding McQeen's decisions in portraying these two characters.

Patsey's vulnerability to the white male gaze -

Notes I wrote down while reading through the article for a 2nd time-

Points typed down for the Presentation -

After conducting my last bit of research, I realized that following the order I made at the beginning wasn't fit. I decided to go with this new order.

Reasons for Lupita Nyong'o winning 'best supporting actress'.

Steve McQueen's choice of portraying her as a permanent slave.

Intro to the main character/ Solomon Northup

Steve McQueen's choice of portraying Northup as a 'temporary slave' and 'exception' among the rest of the slaves.

Update to the presentation -

Since I added a description of Solomon's character, I added a small description of Patsey's character after talking about Lupita Nyong'o's win.

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its-lukarian · 4 months ago

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Ink! Sans

the Guardian of all Alternate Universes.

Ink is a skeleton-looking monster wearing painter's clothes, being a little shorter than its fainted variants and considered the great protector of all AUs.

Ink has black paint/ink on his right cheek. His eyes are usually a blue circle in the right eye socket and a star in the left, However, whenever he blinks, the color and shape of his eye sockets change, He dons a long-sleeved, white undershirt with a small brown jacket over it. His pants are overalls with the tops tucked into his waist. The legs are very wide at the bottom, with creases around the legs. He also has no shoes, instead, he goes barefoot with a pair of leggings.

He has a work belt crossing his chest, with rainbow paint vials (which have heart-shaped tops) on it. When Ink drinks the vials, he gets artificial emotions. On his back, he possesses his most powerful tool, an giant Inkbrush that he named Broomie.

"Let me explain how things work around here!"

He is a Sans variant created by Comyet (aka Mye Bi). He was a conceptional Sans from a conceptual AU that never got off the ground. He’s the first and only character with a true soul; yet despite his best efforts to improve and interact with the inhabitants in the AU, they never responded or showed any kind of reaction to his attempts. In a fit of despair, he destroyed his soul; accidentally causing him to stumble into the blank void. There he became an emotionless being alone in the vast space of emptiness, Becoming like the inhabitants of his old universe, but now alone.

Eventually, an ink brush along with different kinds of paint from an unknown artist fell into the blank canvas, each color imbuing him with feelings different from the last. After some time without color, though, he would revert to his emotionless self. Ink fixed this problem by filling vials with the colors that were splashed on him. It allowed him to pretend to have a soul so that he could feel it. Gradually, Ink used the colors from the creators to create the Doodle-Sphere, where his home would now be.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a portal that leads to the source code where all of the paints and colors go. It doesn't take long for him to discover their true purpose; to imprint the Creators' Emotions in the forms of Undertale Fan work (AUs, Fan arts, etc.). Seeing this he concluded that, for him to remain in this fulfilling emotional state, He have to encourage the creators to keep making and maintaining their creations so that the paint keeps flowing through the doodle-sphere itself. Thus, to keep a steady supply of emotions for him to harness, he dedicates himself to being the Muse of the Undertale Creative Community, while he protects their creations from those who wish to harm them; be it vandals or any other off-scripted out!codes, An example of a threat would be Error! Sans, maybe his greatest enemy.

"I can fight for you too!”

Ink supports all kinds of art, like painting, literature, dance, music, etc. He is very passionate about art and likes to motivate characters and creators, He is friendly and extremely witty and can hardly be put down, His memory is extremely random and he can remember things from millennia of years ago or simply forget some things that were said seconds ago, sometimes stopping mid-sentence to try and remember what he just said a few seconds before. This is why he takes notes on his scarf, in fight, he approaches enemies carefully. He will never try to attack them first, but will mostly focus on trying to discover their motives and talk them through it. Although he does come off as a jerk on first impression, he does know what to analyze to understand the issue so he can brush people the right way and hopefully have them listen. Ink in general acts wittily, optimistic and provocatively.

That is until the ink in his vials runs out..

If he ends up unwilling or wanting to let his bottles empty, he will be left without his emotions and just be someone empty, cold and cruel, without feeling any empathy and only doing what is for his own sake and objectives, And no, he doesn't mind hurting someone for that, fighting much more offensively or defensively, depending on the situation, they think he would even be a psychopath, but what do you expect from a person without emotions and souls?

"After all, there are thousands of alternative versions. Thousands of timelines in their own universes. Why even worry about a small fraction affected..?"

Ink is somewhat athletic and a martial fighter, being fast, agile, strong and skilled, as well as being extremely acrobatic and resistant, using his brush as a bat, using it to attack and thrust with the bottom of his inkbrush, which is made of sturdy wood along with his punches and kicks, His powers consist of all those of Sans but with a higher damage rate, so he can summon bones, blasters, telekinesis, blue and orange magic.. Along with his additional powers!

Ink Mimicry: Ink can manipulate the ink around him as he pleases! If you fight him, be prepared for a lot of ink in the arena!

Ink Hopping: Ink can appear everywhere in any AU of his liking from any kind of liquid. He uses them as Ink portals

Ink Bones & Others: Ink can solidify its ink to create things from it, creating bones or any other thing that, after using them, can reuse the ink from attacks for other attacks!

Ink Blasters: He can create Gaster Blasters that shoot a very hot ink that while burning the enemy, pushing him away, and can solidifies on contact.

Script reading: He can read the scripts of all of the Undertale AUs in existence, and thus knows the fate of all of its inhabitants, Of course, if the universe isn't an Undertale AU, he can't read

Ink can also use the ink on your body to transform his body into a human! He can have different colors and shapes!

And that's it! I hope you'll have fun if you want to interact with this silly boy!

Oh! And please read my RULES!

#roleplay #rp #undertale #undertale au #underverse #undertale rp #writing #SoundCloud

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nerdycolorcupcake · 9 days ago

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To me at this point, is pretty much shipping them out of spite for the current absurd hate it has been receiving among the years

But in all honesty, ever since the pilot i could tell that their chemistry was spot on, literally

A cunning threatening radio demon and

A charming demon belle (his words btw)

Making a deal of norturing the hotel for different reasons but having no choice other than engage together to keep it alive

That signed me up

Yes, Alastor constantly touching her despite the fact that he loathes that someone touches him helps a bunch, from pinching her cheeks to mess with her hair, he just can't help himself and charlie hardly pushes him off (except one moment in the pilot when they met but ever since that she doesn't actively push him away, she just let him do whatever and boy did i read fics that explore that fact much further XD)

Charlie is also not stupid nor weak, she's the princess but she knows she can't be too comfortable around him, but she also can't help but ramble to him about issues and he just listens, even if he's not interested, he doesn't interrupt her and make sure she's safe, and even when mocking her delusional ideas or accomplishments, he still do it in a lightheaded manner, which unintentionally leads to her being more determined to prove him wrong

I love to make silly drawings of them or imagine their lives in apocalyptic settings, where they force each other to reach different extremes until they reach a compromise, and them in their feral forms is just

Speaking of that, this ship was the only one that inspired me to make my own fic, aka Bernadette, a tribute in a way for two fics that i love (just roll with it and radio reign)

As well as one shot that is separate inspired for a twitter drawing thread idea with pianos (which reminds me i still need to make a cover for the main fic)

Needless to say i am flabbergasted by the community sorrounded around this ship, with such talented and respectful people like zootopiathings, hazbintohell, chubs, darkus, moca, dreamweaver (yes binch you made me ship vaggie and emily too!) and many others that motivate me to keep engaging because their ideas are phenomenal and help me remind why i love this ship in the first place (i tend to hyperfixate a lot and bounce between fandom things i like)

In conclusion, i love the abundance of possibilities to be done with the ship

From anything sweet to angsty or melodramatic, the themes with them can be vast, (alastor dressed as the phantom of the opera bc charlie likes tall dark and mysterious men for example is such a classic) and the creativity of the shippers know no bounds!

Anyways, that's a few things that make me enjoy the ship UwU

Attention my fellow charlastor shippers

Reblog this and tell me what your favorite things are about charlastor. This includes dynamics, headcanons, silly doodles or whatever. I just like hearing what about something that makes me happy makes others happy

#bunbunreblogs #charlastor #there are definitely more stuff but surely other people that reblogged said it much better than me lol #i already posted these doddles but i like to use them as example

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paramorearchived · 7 months ago

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January 9, 2011

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small talk

hey guys,

i haven't wanted to come back here for a long time. so much has been going on with us personally that it's felt wrong to try and come in here and make it all even more complicated by putting too many feelings into it. this was always a place where i could come and vent or try to motivate myself by reading what you have to say. cause most of you are far more inspiring than even you are ever going to know. but to be quite honest, there are some seasons in life where you don't even want to feel inspired. it's just sad and it feels almost better that way. then, on the other hand, there are some people here who have no intention of being supportive. there are some of you who'd rather search until you find something you can pull apart. and in a time where our band is seeming most vulnerable, you flourish. i'm not really sure anymore if this is a place where our band is supported or just speculated upon. the funny part is, this is the place - the group of people - who i talk about most when i talk to friends about Paramore. or when someone asks me about our fans. 99.9% of the time, you guys are the ones that i think about when i think about playing shows, or traveling the world. maybe it's just because some of you have been with us since day #1. and even though some of the negative stuff here makes me wanna throw a child over a waterfall (ok, that's harsh), the positive stuff USUALLY trumps all of that. i'm not saying i don't have bad days. i do let some of you here get to me. but hey, that's pretty human, i think.

okay, so here we are.

what a world we live in... i mean, damn! i thought for a second i was going to have to hang myself in the public square downtown! kidding. duh. but really, have you all seen Easy A? first of all, what a great movie. but second, so relatable. not in a sense that we are all lying about losing our v-cards and then making money off of it and somehow having fake chlamydia. no, i mostly mean the fact that we ALL know how quickly rumors can spread. i feel so sorry for our generation when i watch movies like ferris bueller's day off - a payphone in the school?! really?! come on. with the internet, the whole world is just playing one huge game of telephone. i've STILL got folks asking me why Paramore is breaking up. it's sort of laughable at this point. i can't just keep answering those questions, right? you can't prove hardly anything to anyone. you just have to show them. actions > words. it will always be that way.

but speaking of us not going anywhere. i need to say thank you. for all three of us. taylor and jeremy and i literally can't believe how much support we've gotten. you can't imagine how motivating it is. we have so many things to look forward to this year. some of which we can't even hint at cause it would totally jinx it. but we can talk about writing, right? (yes)

we've got 2 songs in the works thus far! they are rockin. taylor is doing such an awesome job with the demos. jeremy and i have yet to go over and see his home studio... i think i'm gonna do that later today. it's just crazy that we are already getting into this process. i'm not sure if this is the exact process that will lead us to make a record but it will certain lead us to releasing songs in some way. in either case, it's bringing all of us closer together. i've never felt like this in our band before. that's weird and sad to be honest about; and it's all i want to say about that.

the three of us are trying to be creative about how we can get involved more with you guys. sort of a means of "putting down roots" all over again. with that, we want to be more interactive with the fan club - especially since there are not a whole lot of tour dates booked. but that's just one of the things we'd like to "fix". again, actions > words. we have a lot to do!

hope this wasn't too sappy, or too anything. it's been a while since i've been here, i might be a little rusty. i can't promise that i'll come in all the time like i used to. but i do promise that we notice the people here who are still trying to make this place somewhere that people can come in and feel supported. we appreciate you.

miss the road and seeing your faces in person. love Hayley

ps. oh! there is something that i did want to clear up that never got cleared up before. the "statement letter" posted on .net from the band, was actually written by all of us. over the phone. it wasn't just me. phew! that feels good to say.

#paramore #hayley williams #2011 #livejournal

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Joker wanting batmans girl for a while and seducing her ;) Your blog is my happy place 💖

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In all fairness, good ol' Batsy should have hidden you better. If Joker could put two and two together, then honestly.. anyone could!

The lingering stares, the way Batman treated you after heroic saves, to video surveillance of the caped crusader entering your apartment at odd hours of the night..

You were Batman's secret lover and as such, an ideal target for his adversaries.

Joker squealed in delight when he got the final confirmation that you were Batman's girl. He couldn't wait to get his hands on you and bring the fearsome hero to his knees.

Love could make people do crazy things and Joker wanted to test that theory out on Batman.

Months of planning the perfect kidnapping was done in great detail and Joker only trusted himself to execute it. The planning involved closely monitoring you and getting even closer to learn your traits and habits.

Joker lived and breathed everything related to you to gather enough information to pull off this mission. He never calculated getting emotionally attached to you and that led to his own downfall.

He studied your daily routine until he could memorize it in his sleep. And he took great pride in knowing little details that you hardly knew about yourself. Joker knew what certain food you liked or which bouquet of flowers made you smile the brightest and unknowingly began pursuing you.

Whenever you had bad days at work, he would leave gifts at your front door with a little note:

"For you" with a crudely scribbled heart.

It was natural that you were hesitant to accept the offerings but eventually you chalked it up to being from Batman.

Joker hated that so he went out of his way to prove that it wasn't. He bought you personalized self care products and your favorite candy on days when Bats was absent yet you still assumed it was from your lover.

J wasn't sure when his ploy to kidnap you turned into courting you instead. It was a gradual shift with how quickly you sucked him into your world.

Suddenly it wasn't a burden but a pleasure to keep tabs on you. He wanted to see a smile on your face and be the cause behind it.

If you traveled via public transit, Joker would protect you during the commute. He'd take out your trash and leave subtle clues that your rent was due while you were at work. It took everything in him not to just pay it outright but in doing so, it would bring too much alarm to himself.

Joker hated it— but he had to care for you from afar. He provided for you far better than Batman did yet he got all the credit!

Joker was at his wits end but months of unsuccessfully wooing you were about to change.

You left your window open.

It wasn't a big deal, (it was Batman's entrance into your flat) but tonight it was well known that the bat was preoccupied.

Joker was skeptical as he settled into his normal spot to monitor you. Only you surprised him again by going off schedule.

On Thursdays, dinner was done around seven and you either took a shower or a very looooong bath which ended roughly around nine. Your valued beauty sleep and strived to be in bed around ten if Bats didn't stop by.

Just thinking about what the two of you did together made Joker's blood boil. Bats indeed was a lucky man.

All jealousy aside.. The bee shaped night light that Joker gifted you casted silhouettes of your supple form as you moved around the apartment, just like the busy bee he named you after.

It didn't matter what time of the day it was, you were always up doing something. Tonight, you completely deviated from your schedule and skipped a bath to prepare for bed early.

By no means was Joker a gentleman however he found himself looking away when you walked by the window, removing your shirt. Another reason why he hated Batman: you were absolutely stunning and confident enough to strip out in the open— even if you were in the privacy of your own home.

Normally Joker watched you through the curtains but tonight you unknowingly gave him a front row seat to the best show in the world. And when you bent over to take off your pants, Joker couldn't bear it anymore.

He was blinded by your beauty and honestly it felt like he was invading your privacy; as if the months of stalking you wasn't the exact same thing.

He counted to two hundred and opened his eyes. Good. You were securing your hair for bed— wearing the most beautiful lingerie set Joker had ever seen.

His heart stopped as you left the bee light on and slipped underneath the covers.

Joker didn't come back to your apartment for a few days after that peepshow. One, because he felt guilty for staring, and two, because Batman was back.

Batman threw a wrench in Joker's surveillance routine for a full week. Joker didn't realize just how much he looked forward to being around you until he wasn't.

J spent his downtime ordering his gang members around and committing other crimes while trying his hardest not to think about you.

You and your gorgeous smile, the way you parted your hair so it fell over your eyes, (they were the shiniest gems in the world in his opinion) to the sound of your voice as you sang along to music, down to the intricate tattoo that curved up your hip that J so desperately wanted to trace with his tongue..

Oh no.

He was thinking way too deep here. You were a target! Joker would use you to break the Bat once and for all. He had a goal and it echoed in his mind quite clearly.

Break the Bat. Use you to break the Bat. Use you.. to.. break... well well well. Suddenly lightbulbs went off in Joker's head. He could have his cake and eat it too.

Joker ensured a big crime halfway across the city distracted Batman from visiting you and once the coast was clear, he took up his vigil. Nothing had changed but you foolishly left your window open again. It's like you wanted someone to kill you in your sleep.

That could be arranged.

It was Friday night and you normally stayed indoors either to binge watch a show or work on your laptop in the living room all night.

You did neither. Joker concluded that you weren't home after a quick scan. It was the green light for him to enter and check on his internal systems.

He planted a mic and a motion detector in your living room but they hadn't picked up any readings for quite some time. He feared Batman may have found it or that it was damaged somehow.

Thankfully your apartment has access to the fire escape so Joker could hop in straight into your living room with no issues. Your flat was dark and quiet so he moved in a lax manner to check on his equipment when he abruptly stopped.

Down the hall, your bedroom door was cracked open. He didn't want to believe what he thought he heard yet it was undeniable.

A soft, but audible, moan.

He wanted to hear it again. Joker didn't know his feet carried him to your room until you shrieked in alarm when the door creaked open.

"Ah! Um.. B-Bats? Is that you?" You were about to turn on a top light when Joker rushed over to stop you.

His hands were freezing cold especially with the leather gloves he wore. You were used to the Kevlar material of the Batsuit being warm and rigid on your skin, not cold. You flinched back because of it.

"Your hands are ice! I thought you said the suit has an inner warming system? Bats? Are you still there?"

You were naturally curious. Joker had only seconds before that curiosity got the better of you and you investigated further. He couldn't talk and give away that he wasn't your caped lover, so he didn't risk replying.

Joker just climbed in the bed behind you.

"W-Wait! Wait!" But it was too late. Joker was already flush with your body under the covers and he was in heaven.

Your soft curves were right there for the taking and Joker's hands shook with the need to caress them. For now his hands hovered an inch above your skin, frozen in place.

You heard a shaky sigh behind you and it wasn't the deep modulated one that the cowl normally created.

Something wasn't right but you didn't want to tip the stranger off that you were onto them. Whoever this was, they nuzzled their nose into your neck and the sensation made you shiver.

Why did it feel so good?

"Um.. I wasn't expecting you to visit t-tonight. Can you give me a minute to, ah! C-Cold!"

Joker lost the fight and rested his glove clad hands on your heated skin. It was slick with sweat and he briefly wondered if you were hot from a fever. It would explain the moan he heard. What if you were in pain?

Joker gently shushed you as he used his cold hands to try and cool you down; however, they did more harm than good.

You began to squirm as Joker's hands roamed your body. Then he heard that sweet melody again: your stifled whine. He wanted to hear it unobstructed so he rubbed your lower stomach as he brushed his lips against your neck.

"Ngh.. uhh um.. I-I thought you didn't lik— ah!"

Another hush entered your ears as Joker finally gained the courage to move his fingers in between your thighs. And then he discovered why you were soooo hot. He scoffed and rewarded you with a proper kiss to your neck.

You were absolutely soaked.

His busy bee was busy touching herself when he snuck in. How cute.

You clawed at Joker's wrist but you didn't say anything to stop him. All that fell from your lips were moans and whimpers. He loved each and every one of them. You rolled your head further back into the pillows and Joker followed your retreat to sample the taste of your skin.

He would definitely leave hickeys but neither of you cared at the moment. Right now, Joker's fingers rubbed perfect little circles on your clit while his other hand snaked around to pinch your neglected nipples. It was thrilling to allow a complete stranger to touch you. It made you sob in pleasure.

The closer you climbed, the more your body bucked in Joker's arms. He tried his best not to blow his cover with any form of communication.

And it was by far the hardest thing he ever had to do.

He knew you were right there, teetering on the edge of bliss. He wanted nothing more to shower you with the praises you needed to get off.

All Joker could do was hum and hope you followed his nonverbal cues. And because you were such a good girl, you did.

The dam finally broke with a broken plea spilling from your lips. Joker bit his own when your juices pooled in his palm and soiled the bed sheets.

He didn't stop rubbing your clit until you meekly cried, too sensitive. But the sound of your sloppy pussy just called him to do the right thing. You needed more attention.

Joker rolled you onto your stomach and the motion startled you out of your afterglow. Well that, and something was currently poking you in the lower back.

This wasn't something Batman would do. Sure he manhandled you quite a bit, (he remained in his suit ninety percent of the time during his nightly visits) but he was never like this.

Absolutely nothing was wrong with this level of passion, in fact you craved it, although it didn't feel right.

Either something was wrong with Batman or your suspicions were correct that it wasn't him. If not, then you had a good guess on who it was.

He wasn't as stealthy as he thought.

You turnt your head to catch a glimpse in the mirror. Even though it was pitch black in your bedroom, the moonlight worked in your favor to identify the man hovering above you. What you saw was enough to make your worst fears come to life.

You weren't stupid. Someone other than Batman was watching you these past few months. The uneasy feeling of being followed, things in your apartment not being where you left it, and the most incriminating evidence— finding a hidden mic in your living room led you to your hypothesis.

You were being watched by someone dangerous and the flowers and other pretty gifts couldn't gloss over that fact.

The smart thing to do was confront Batman about it. It could actually be his equipment but there was no reason for him to spy on you.

Which led you to believe that it wasn't Bats. In that case you decided not to tell him. You were just a booty call; he wasn't responsible for your safety.

This was a problem you could handle on your own and you would start troubleshooting it right now.

"Um c-condoms are in the second drawer." You arched your back and Joker's gaze dropped down to admire it.

He hesitated and the silence made you fess up.

"I-I know who you are. I don't know much about Batman.. um he and I aren't really that close. So I'm afraid I won't be the best hostage if you decide to um, kidnap me." You paused to laugh but it lacked mirth. "I doubt he'd come rescue me anyway."

Joker was speechless. What man in their right mind wouldn't come rescue you?! He just couldn't wrap his head around the insanity of it.

You gasped when Joker flipped you back over to face him. In the dark, the Prince of Crime hovered above you looking absolutely furious.

But not toward you. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and spoke for the first time.

Hearing Joker on the news was one thing. His voice was designed to instill fear in the hearts of many, yet in this intimate little bubble within your bedroom, his voice was liquid honey to your ears.

"BaT-mannn is a fool. The most uhh, precious thing in the worldd is right here.. and he refuses to protect it."

He traced his fingers from your temple down to your trembling lips. "Tell me little bee. Does he treat ya right? And. Don't. Lie."

Joker bent down to continue marking your neck. You jumped and rested your hands upon his shoulders, trying to drum up the right response.

Could you really tell your lover's sworn enemy that you weren't happy? Sure Batman was an experienced lover— he brought a sense of thrill into your bed, but once he was done, that was it.

Batman was too busy for proper affection. He was always on the go and oftentimes your time with him was interrupted by crimes in the area.

Your 'relationship' with Batman was a fleeting one. He kept his cowl on and you didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

You knew he had other lovers but when he slipped through your window, he was yours— if only for a few hours.

Was that enough? No. You craved for something that you'll never have so when the random flowers and gifts appeared in your apartment, you were optimistic.

You felt desired again! What hopeless romantic wouldn't ignore the red flags?

So what if The Joker stalked you for months? It was attention that you didn't have before. He cared for you more than Batman did and proved to be a better lover too. The little things that Joker did added up far greater than Batman's sporadic moments of affection. Could you even compare the two to begin with?

It was wrong to betray your lover but since when did Batman deserve that much respect?

Joker was waiting on an answer and he wasn't idle.

His lips had yet to cease their exploration of your skin and his hands had a mind of its own, molding your body like clay. Your first orgasm was still fresh on your mind and it had you thinking.

Joker made you cum with just his fingers. You wondered what else he could do, so you whispered your answer into Joker's ear.

"No? Whaddya meannn no? Mmm, if I had ya.. you'd be spoiled rotten. Would ya like that Y/n?"

He emphasized your name with a roll of his hips and your body automatically relaxed to let him in. Joker rocked his hips into yours while sucking on your neck. His dick was constantly rubbing against your folds and the slick sound of it echoed throughout the room. The indirect contact was driving you insane.

Yes was the only word you can say and you repeated it like a mantra.

"Hush, honey bee. I got ya." Joker groaned out loud, causing you to shiver in delight.

He had no business sounding like that and he knew the effect it had on you because he didn't stop. There was no point in being quiet anymore so Joker let all his previous thoughts bubble to the surface.

"F__k, I wanna taste ya! I knooooow you'll taste like honey. Mm my little bee.. always working. Want me to take care of you for a change? You need a break, don'tcha doll?"

He sat up and began fumbling with his belt. You rose to help but Joker smacked your hand away.

"Aht aht, you don't have to do a thing... well maybe just one. Touch yourself. Get nice 'n wet for me." Joker smiled when you licked your fingers and slid them down your body.

You were too quick to action and it jogged Joker's memory to how all of this started.

"Is thaT what you were doing when I came in? Hiding under the covers rubbing one out? Oh you poor poor thing. Does he even try to get you off?"

Your finger stilled on your clit. The answer was written all over your face.

Joker had removed his shirt and slacks but glanced up when you abruptly stopped. It was obvious to him what was going on.

"It's all about him, isn't it? C'mere."

Joker met you halfway and after a moment of hesitation, he kissed you. It was better than what you expected. The bumps and ridges of his scars added a new dimension to the kiss and you couldn't ignore how he tasted.

Smokey yet sugary sweet, it was a combination you could get addicted to and it was evident in the way you dragged Joker down to lie on top of you, wanting more.

He didn't complain and moaned through the kiss as his skin met yours. You were hotter than before and willing to share that warmth as you wrapped your legs around Joker's waist.

Your vision wasn't that great in the dark but you heard Joker reach over and fumble inside your drawer for a condom. You honestly thought he'd go without it due to his nature but he surprised you yet again.

A shame you didn't get to see Joker in the nude. Perhaps he and Batman were alike in that regard: they both kept to the shadows.

"Don't think bout anyyyy thing else mkay? Just.. uh lie back and feel.. f__k! You feel so good!!" In the middle of reassuring you, Joker had begun pushing his cock inside of you.

Your jaw dropped in shock at the overwhelming sensation and with Joker's weight pining you to the mattress, you clawed his back trying to escape.

Joker hissed from the sting, "Take it honey bee, you got it!"

But did you really? Just when you thought you couldn't take any more dick, Joker came to a stop, nestled deep inside of you. The stretch alone took your breath away.

You felt horrible for comparing the two enemies, but Joker was far better.

He pulsed and throbbed within which massaged your inner walls and he kept you buzzing with arousal by kissing and biting your neck.

Joker's hands, now rid of gloves, were like a hot knife cutting through your curves and kneading you into submission. He explored your most sensitive areas and created new ones with ease. Joker had yet to move and you were already nearing your climax.

Was this how sex was supposed to feel? If so, you were hooked.

"J-Joker... please. I-I need you to move, please."

He groaned what sounded like a "Yes ma'am." before pulling out, only to snap right back into place, harder than before.

Your sudden shriek had him smiling in your neck.

"Thereeee ya go doll. That'sss how it's done." He set an even pace, thrusting deep into your pussy to make you feel amazing. A quick glance to his right told him he was doing a thorough job.

Your beautiful smile was everything to Joker. He made you happy, no one else and with that accomplishment, Joker simply let go.

He grabbed onto your hips and never stopped thrusting into you. Even when the bed started to creak or when his grip on you became too tight– he didn't let up. Joker pounded in as deep as possible so all you could think about was dick. It was him making you go crazy stupid, no one else. You were moaning nonsense for only Joker to hear.

And it only fueled him to give it to you harder. "Ahh I'm sorry honey bee, I don't speak slut. What. Was. That?"

You pushed Joker's stomach as tears fell from your eyes.

You were having a sensory overload all thanks to Joker and his soft dom behavior. In one minute he would lick your tears away and the next swear under your breath at how good you were for him. Now he smiled like a wolf, expecting a coherent sentence from you.

Despite his cruel words, you saw the genuine devotion and concern Joker tried to hide. He let go of your hips to cradle your head as his thrusts into your pussy threatened to bang your head against your headboard.

His unnatural green eyes glowed in the darkness and you clung to them like a lifeline.

"I.... I-I think I'm gonna.." You choked out. Joker grinned again and slowed down his brutal pace to agonizing drawl.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum all over my cock? Do it then, doll. It's okay."

He growled when your inner muscles clenched around him. As if it were possible for you to get any tighter. You were killing him. Joker only thought it fair to return the sentiment.

Your eyes rolled back and he laughed before helping you tumble further over the cliff.

"Yeahhhh.... Like that. Just.. like that honey bee. Ah it feels too good doesn't it?" His hips picked up the pace thus prolonging your orgasm against your will. You hoped and prayed that your neighbors weren't home to call the police with how loud you were screaming.

I mean a murder was being committed. Your pussy didn't stand a chance against Joker.

And he was the most cockiest lover you ever bedded.

"Hehe! I bet Batsy doesn't hit it.. ahh, l-like this, huh? Let it all out sweetheart, give into temptation. I got ya. I..." Joker shuddered once before all of his weight fell onto you.

It was welcomed, for his helpless moans in your ear gave you copious amounts of confidence.

He was emptying his load into the rubber but you could feel the intense warmth with each spurt. Your world was hazy but you were slowly coming back down. Joker didn't mind the tight embrace you trapped him in, since he found himself never wanting to leave anyways.

However, duty called. Joker sighed before detaching himself and leaving the bed– and you quickly protested.

"W-Where you go? Don't."

Joker smirked at your jumbled sentence but tossed his used rubber in the wastebasket. While was up, he moseyed on over to your en-suite bath to run some water.

Although he was a psychopath without a soul, aftercare was still important. He doubted Batman offered you that courtesy so he strived to one up his enemy in every way.

You tried sitting up but you found yourself sore and missing Joker's warmth. It wasn't the best logic to have but like an addict, you were fixated on your newfound high and wanted more.

Joker emerged from your bathroom with a washcloth and slapped your thigh to halt your movements.

"Stop moving, ya busy bee. Lemme me take care of you another way hmm?" You nodded warily and it was Joker's cue to begin. He took great care to wipe you clean and finished by leaving a wet kiss below your naval.

You jumped at the silly contact. Joker's mood was so unpredictable, you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what else to say but, "Um t-thanks."

He shrugged as he toed your bee motif night light on. Then you got to see The Joker in all his glory.

His signature green hair was askew in sexy curls, whereas his clown makeup was smudged beyond recognition. You hated to see the mess it left behind on your skin.

He was slipping into his boxers when you propped up on your elbows. "What now?"

Joker tossed you a bemused grin. Bats really did a number on you psychologically.

Did the caped crusader really bust a nut and dip without any proper goodbye? Joker made a note to scold the hero about his manners (or the lack thereof) the next time they butted heads.

But first Joker had to calm your fears. He didn't plan on staying for long but one look into your watery eyes and seeing your pouty lower lip wobble, had him making new plans.

And they all involved including you into his life.

"Now... I'll get ya some water and a uh, snack, so ya don't get de-hy-drate-ed. You.. should use the little ladies room while I ponder if I really wanna kidnap ya or not. After sampling a pussy like that.. d__n, I can't just leave! No, nooo, no.. I thinK.. I want you all. For. Myself. In fact, I think I will. You're mine now."

Joker ended his declaration by kneeling on the bed with his lips brushing up against yours in a mock kiss.

And just like a lawn chair, you folded.

Your eyes fluttered closed assuming that Joker was gonna kiss you properly, but your eyes flew back open when you heard him heading out the bedroom instead.

"Go use the bathroom. I'll be back with some uhh fruit snacks annnnnd for round tw~oooo!!"

Round two? So he was serious just now?! Just what had you gotten yourself into?

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