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[megamindsupremacy]

Justice League: we need someone to break into this Juvenile Prison for this mission, but none of our kid heroes can do it because we don’t want them to get a criminal record in their civilian identities! Is there anyone who could go undercover as a kid and get arrested so we can get the intel from the prison?

Billy, was actively running away from the cops when he was called into this meeting, already has a criminal record, DEFINITELY knows the layout of this juvie: uh hey guys did you know I have UH shapeshifting powers?

[ajokeformur-ray]

You’re all I need // Arthur Fleck x Reader // soft comfort for you.

Summary: You’ve been feeling ‘off’ for the last few days. Arthur has noticed, he notices everything about you, but one late night everything you’ve been holding back comes crashing down on you. You let him see you break. His love is the golden lines between the cracks.

TW; swearing (honestly, I love to swear in imagines so that’s why), smoking (Arthur), insecurities (reader), crying (reader and Arthur), and I think maybe that’s it?

I promise I’ve got a Joker request in the works, too! I’m struggling a little to write for him because we get nearly an hour and a half of footage for Arthur and less than half an hour with Joker, but I’m doing my best! <3

Word count: 3,183 (I wrote this in an hour and a half, straight out, with little editing, so I hope it isn’t terrible! <3333)

It was unusually dark for the time of day and it was pouring with rain when you left work to make the journey home. The time usually passed without you noticing it because you were lost inside your own head, but today... Today, the time dragged for you. One foot in front of the other, your head down, your shoulders hunched over from the weight of your emotions but also to shield you from the wind and rain; and your thoughts only with Arthur. Even without his physical presence beside you, he offered you comfort and love. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the ghost of the embrace that he had left you with this morning. It had been a tight hug, his thin arms wrapping around you as best as they could.

It was this initial thought of Arthur all alone at home by himself that made you begin to cry. What if something happened to him and you weren’t there to help him? What if he had changed his mind and didn’t want you anymore? That was ridiculous, the logical side of you argued, he was head over heels for you; and the feeling was mutual. But even so... what if?

Thoughts tormented your every breath, your heart beginning to pound. Tears clouded your vision, which was further obscured by the heavy rain which was dripping down your nose. Your rain coat was less than waterproof, so much so that you may as well have gone out in the rain in your work outfit for all the good that it was doing for you. You’d be leaving puddles of rain water all over Arthur’s apartment today. He wouldn’t mind, though. He wouldn’t. The physical traces of you in the flat kept his worry that you were just a delusion away. That was why you made a habit of leaving bits and pieces of you all around the apartment; a few strands of hair over the bathroom sink, or your shampoo bottle discarded on the window sill or even... even love notes taped to the old fridge. Anything that kept Arthur just a little more sane, was something you did every day without thought or question.

As you reached the three tier concrete stairs that led you closer to Arthur, you began to sob; unable to keep anything at bay. You couldn’t keep hiding what you were feeling. Unconsciously did your hands come up to your mouth, your two index fingers prodding at the corners. Shakily did you mould your mouth into a smile. No one was around to see the small giggle you gave out at doing something that Arthur would no doubt do when you finally got home, but even if they did see you manipulate your own mouth or hear your resulting giggle, you couldn’t care less. Anything that made you smile right now was golden for you.

You just wanted to go home. You wanted Arthur. You wanted your sweet, lovely significant other. You had been made aware that Arthur knew you weren’t okay. As you had left the apartment this morning, cold thin fingers had curled around your wrist and Arthur had gently tugged you into a hug. “We’ll talk about this when you come home, Y/N. It hurts me to see you like this.” You had nodded, grateful that he had been the one to approach you instead of waiting for you to do it (though, truth be told, it was likely extreme worry and impatience that had made Arthur ask after you), and thoughts of him had haunted you ever since.

He hadn’t followed you to or from work today, which was strange in itself. So used were you to seeing glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye. His actions may not have been right, but they came from a heart of gold that just wanted to protect you. Honestly, had it been anyone else, you would have been creeped out. But it was Arthur and so you saw it as the ultimate form of protection that he could offer you.

Tears were pouring down your face with abandon now, rain mingling with the tears. People bumped into you, didn’t offer apologies, walked into you in some cases and totally ignored you. You were just another face in a sea of apathetic city dwellers and you were sick of it. Today, though, it served you well, for no one paid any attention to the person crying hard. You hid it well, all things considered. You sped up, desperate now to get home. You just wanted Arthur. Gotham could burn, sink underwater, an earthquake could devastate the city, and Arthur would be your only thought. You just wanted to go home.

As the urge to get home increased, you saw the apartment building ahead of you. Not caring who was around to see you, you broke into a run, pulling your keys out of your pocket. You checked the mail box. it had some bills in there. You lived with Arthur now that his mother had died, and as such you saw that Arthur really was in the deepest depths of poverty. Surely he wouldn’t notice if you paid some of the bills for him without saying anything? You pocketed them, mentally tallying up some budget rearrangements so you could do just that, and flew like the wind up the stairs. You were winded before the first flight was done, and there were three more to go, but you ignored your lung’s burning for oxygen as you fumbled with the flat key and crashed through the front door.

Quickly did you slide the deadbolt into place, and then you headed straight to the bathroom to strip off and get into some comfortable pyjamas which were warm and dry. You wouldn’t be able to pay any more of the bills if you got sick and had to take some time off. You hadn’t told Arthur but you’d picked up some extra hours just so you could help him out even further. You knew, somewhere in the back of your mind, that he knew what you had done, but out of embarrassment he hadn’t said anything. You mentally said ‘you’re welcome’ every time a light blush dusted his cheek when you proudly announced that, as a couple, you had some spare money and would he like to go on a date with you?

Arthur had noticed your arrival. How could he not? You had entered the flat with such haste that you had nearly wrenched the door off its hinges, the poor thing. It was just as abused in daily life as he was. He had followed you as you pottered about the flat, getting your physical needs attended to. Your crying had stopped now but there was a sickly hard lump low in the back of your throat. You weren’t done crying yet. But when you did cry again, there was only place you wanted to be - Arthur’s arms. They’d be ready and waiting for you before you even knew yourself that you needed a hug.

You wrinkled your nose against the prickling of tears in your eyes, and inhaled and exhaled somewhat shakily a few times just to clear your mind and to give you the strength to face Arthur. He wouldn’t stay silent for much longer. You were surprised that he hadn’t greeted you at the door, but then again, he also knew that you needed a few moments to yourself upon arriving home to switch out from Work Brain to Home Brain, which was vastly preferable. This also meant that you would be able to greet Arthur with your usual warmth, rather than a tired smile. He so hated to see you in even the slightest of discomforts.

You opened the bathroom door slowly, and stepped out. Arthur was ‘casually’ sat on the sofa. He was trying to be casual, but the way his fists were clenched into the pillow that he often laid his head on late at night showed that his frail body was rife with tension. He was on the very edge and - you looked closely at his knees - yes, they were bouncing. He was nervous. Scared. Worried. Unhappy. Shit. As a couple, you suffered together. If Arthur cried, you cried. If you cried, he cried. If he smiled genuinely, you would feel your own shape your lips beautifully. You had a very intense relationship, both physically and emotionally, and sometimes you could even sense the other’s presence in the flat, even without knowing beforehand. You just knew.

Arthur’s eyes jumped to your form as you came into view, and you wrapped your arms around your middle, wrinkling your nose against tears which wanted to fall. You wanted them to fall, you wanted Arthur to see you suffering, but he had more than enough on his plate to deal with and the last thing he needed was emotional labour. He didn’t need to comfort you. You needed to comfort him. He was more than good enough for you, he was your everything, but were you good enough for him? If Arthur could smile through his pain until the pain made him smile, then surely you should - Oh. 

Oh. Shit.

Arthur’s eyes were swimming with tears, his front teeth worrying his bottom lip. That was a sign that there was horrific laughter coming your way, and you hurried over to him; your own distress forgotten in the face of his.

“Arthur? What is it, sweetheart?” You were in front of him and on your knees, your hands gripping his own, before you could even blink. Arthur squeezed your hands, and shuffled backwards on the sofa. He was too shy, too unsure, to ask you to join him on the sofa, but you knew each other like the back of your hands, and so you stood up and sat so close to him that your shoulders and knees were touching. 

“You’re upset and you won’t tell me why.” Arthur mumbled. There was some strange desperation in his eyes, and you paused... You hadn’t wanted to bother Arthur with your issues because of how much he had to deal with but... Arthur needed reassurance that he was loved by you, that you needed him, and by keeping yourself to yourself, you were giving out the wrong message. You mentally sighed. Well, fuck.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Arthur chuckled. It was a sad sound without humour and it broke your heart. “I’ll always worry about you. You’re my Y/N. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“And it’s my job to take care of you.” You fired back, thinking of the bills in your coat pocket that you wouldn’t let him see. He really didn’t need to know the speed at which you were draining your bank account, and on some occasions, your savings.

Arthur sighed and leaned back, his head dropping over the top of the sofa. He was shirtless, and his ribs protruded painfully against his skin. He found it hard to put on weight because of the seven different medications that he was on, so even with you feeding him at every available opportunity, it wasn’t happening very fast, if at all. His knees were still bouncing, and you decided to give in to what you both wanted.

With less finesse than you were aiming for did you climb onto his lap, facing him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him up into a hug, burying your face in his neck. Arthur’s arms encircled your waist and he shifted you so that he was more comfortable. He had a really bony lap, it was almost painful for you to sit on him sometimes, but you couldn’t give a shit. You had what you had been craving all day.

“Won’t you tell me?” Arthur whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. You closed your eyes, inhaled deeply, and worried the hairs at the base of his neck.

“I just,” Tears burned and then fell, and Arthur smiled gently at you, his eyes so soft and kind, and moved his hands so he could cup your face. He pressed a kiss to every tear which fell, and it only made you cry harder. In the end, he used his thumbs to brush each one away; they were falling too fast and soon you were sobbing into his chest, your tears soaking his pale skin. “I’m so tired.”

It was easy, then, with Arthur making sure to keep himself calm to prevent an onslaught of unwanted laughter (though you confessed to yourself when you were alone that, condition or not, his laughter was cute), and with his hands alternating between rubbing your back and brushing your hair out of your face, his thumbs disposing of tears, to tell him everything, even the things that you refused to tell yourself when you were falling asleep. 

“What has the world done to you, my love?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Me?” You huffed in slight amusement. “What about you?”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, tilted his head to one side and shrugged the same shoulder. It was one of his self-depreciating gestures that he only ever did when he was trying to play it cool, trying to keep you from seeing the very worst of him, but you could see right through him. You knew how many nights a week he cried himself to sleep, even with your arms wrapped tightly around him, your lips in his hair. Sometimes he could only cry and when you did, you were there to hold him. Your love was the only thing keeping him sane. He was right on the precipice but you refused to let him go over. Not without taking you with him. Despite all of your individual complexities, issues and struggles, you and Arthur were the purest ride and die couple of Gotham.

“Do you want to hear a joke? It will make you smile.”

At the thought of hearing a joke, you did smile. You loved his jokes. They were dry, dark and morbid but you loved them. You loved the way he always carefully picked a joke out of his joke book to tell you; even if he knew it off by heart, because he wanted to get it right.

Upon seeing you smile, Arthur reached behind him to grabbed his battered joke book. It had been folded in half and stuffed between his back and the sofa, so it had been with him all day. He had been waiting for you to come home. How long had he sat there in an emotional knot just waiting for you? Tears threatened to fall once more and Arthur’s hopeful expression fell. He quickly rifled through his joke book and tapped a page twice.

“Okay, what do you call a dog with no legs?”

He was trying so hard to cheer you up, and it was the sweetest thing ever. His comedy was a sore spot for him, so you always encouraged him no matter what. A lot of his jokes were deadpan and some people just didn’t appreciate them. Outside of Gotham, he would have been a stand up comedian by now. “What?” Your smirk was growing, you knew what he was going to say.

“It doesn’t matter. It won’t come anyway.”

Despite knowing the punchline and despite your overall mood, you burst out into a giggle, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulders. Arthur’s hand rubbed up and down the length of your back, and when his hands reached your waist, they gripped you. Arthur slid to the side and together you got more comfortable so that your head was resting on your shoulder still, his arms around you, but you were lying down with your legs tangled together.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Arthur hummed contentedly, his heartbeat in your ear strong and steady. “Do you feel better now?”

“A little.Thank you, darling.” You snuggled in tighter, and turned your head to the side so you could grab the remote, switching the TV on. “Don’t wanna miss your show, do we?” You nuzzled even closer to Arthur, and he ended up having to part his legs just a little so you could wriggle into the space between his hips. You were going to fall asleep here, you just knew it. So did Arthur, for he grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and did his best to put it around the two of you. You helped him when you could reach, and then you both turned your attention to the glowing TV, the lights already being dimmed so there was one less job for either of you to do.

Arthur laughed at how well you knew him. It was a joyous sound, a quick one of surprise, and he used a finger to tilt your chin up so he could kiss you. 

Spending the night on the sofa with you watching the Murray show sounded like bliss to Arthur... and to you, too. 

“Hey, honey?”

Arthur made a soft noise of acknowledgement, one hand in your hair and the other firmly on your hip, his fingers gently grazing the space there under the blanket. 

“How was your day?”

A gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Oh, you know... this and that.”

That meant he’d been on the sofa all day just waiting for you to come home so he could cheer you up. You felt a wave of love overcome you and you awkwardly pressed a kiss to his chest, where his heart would be.

“You’re too good to me.” You murmured, looking up at him.

“No,” Arthur shook his head, “No, I think it’s the opposite.”

“Okay. Compromise - “ You grinned up at your love and moved to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and full of love. “We’re both more than good enough for the other. Deal?”

“Deal.” Arthur’s voice made the word seem like a joke, so hard was he trying not to laugh. He was constantly surprised by the depth of your love for him. You made sure though, that one day he wouldn’t be. That one day he would accept your love for him without question or worries that he wasn’t good enough. You would strive towards the same goal too; all you wanted for the two of you was complete and utter happiness.

You already had that goal. This was just a bad day and, like all bad days, it would pass. Bad days would be forgotten in time, lost in the path of life, but your unlimited and all accepting love for Arthur and his undying and unconditional love for you would never be forgotten. You were both broken in your own ways, but your love was the gold thread that laced the cracks together, sealing what was once broken into a whole.

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[lilquill]

What was the original post that sparked all this drama? I'm trying to piece it all together but it looks like boo's deleted most of the stuff from their blog (really, i'd appreciate a summary in general. i read your callout post but i'm still kinda confused)

Hey there! Sorry for responding to this so late. I think a sort of summary is in order right about now. Keep in mind that I’m writing this, so it’s from my perspective.

A couple things: A lot of my screenshots are proof of repeated behavior as opposed to directly related to the most recent thing on the timeline. 

I’d also like to emphasize that the “white person named India” from my original post, whom I incorrectly used the term “girl” for, actually goes by they/them pronouns. We cleared this up here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180928451928/excuse-me-are-you-the-same-person-as and you can see their response to that here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180934262203/writeblr-drama-time. This should really go without saying, but to everyone reading, please don’t misgender them!

So, Boo made a post complaining about about “nasty” writeblrs, and a lot of people had some...questions. Some people wanted to know if she was talking about people writing smut, which they brought up pretty politely. I have a screenshot of Ginger’s tags in my original post. Boo responded politely to Ginger initially (which Boo pointed out in her reblog of my original post), and then she blew up at some other people and also Ginger after that. I have screenshots of what was essentially her “callout post” below. A lot of her friends went after people. It was...big wild, and there was a lot of frustration at Boo’s self-victimization.

I was...super fed up at what I’d seen of these people’s behavior both recently and in the past. They’d really had enough chances; many people were polite to them many times, and they showed that they were unwilling to address their flaws. So, I made my post and included those examples.

Boo reblogged my original post. She tried to guilt-trip me. I shut her down here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180910931443/writeblr-drama-time (Note: chronologically, my response to Boo happened after the wording thing with katekarl that is addressed right after this.)

Then the....deluge....began. A writeblr with the url katekarl left a really poorly worded response to my post, and I screenshotted and responded here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180910328528/katekarl-at-the-time-of-writing-this-i-literally. I actually believe I edited the post last night to reflect that they didn’t actually apologize and only acknowledged that they worded it poorly, but I guess this website ate that because the developers are incompetent lol! I don’t know where they stand and I’m not trying to, like, blame them by bringing them up here.

Another writeblr with the url incandescent-creativity sure did respond to my post with some.....words! And they sure weren’t GOOD words! I responded here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180912650978/incandescent-creativity-replied-to-your-post

I also got a lot of support from a lot of people during this time, and some really great conversations began to pop up! I truly am glad that my words seemed to resonate with a lot of people on writeblr, especially a lot of poc on writeblr. This happened both in anons and in messages.

Sometime when I was asleep/not paying attention, Boo and incandescent-creativity deleted their responses to me.

I had some awesome conversations with a lot of people, which you can look through my blog to see! I cleared some stuff up with people, and received some apologies, which was nice.

Apparently there are people hiding out in support of what I’ve been saying, which is honestly

However, I know from what I’ve already seen that there are ALSO people hiding out and like, lying about me or some shit. Or maybe they just can’t read! Idk.

Boo then responded to my post with a fauxpology, without reblogging it this time. I’ve responded to that here: http://lilquill.tumblr.com/post/180942887598/im-only-back-to-address-one-incredibly-important

I then got my first anon hate, and it was REALLY FUNNY LOL. 

I’d like to point out that I’m not the only person pointing this stuff out at this moment; you can check my blog for proof!

More importantly, I’d also like to point out that I’m not the first person to point out this sort of two-faced falsely positive attitude that only leads to negativity and drama on writeblr. Others have said it before me, and a lot of people just sorta dismissed them. I guess it took names being dropped to actually elicit a response!

I wrote this p fast and p late at night, so let me know if you’d like any clarification or elaboration on things! Thank you for reaching out to listen to my side, anon. It means a lot. I hope you’re doing well, and I hope this drama hasn’t been horrible for you to deal with. Best of wishes!