#fleck (oc)

[druidshollow]

whys your son mustard

[puppyeared]

ouppys and kibbys

[knoepfl]

~A Night of Firsts~

Characters:

Arthur Fleck: A socially awkward, shy man who has been quietly crushing on you for a while. He’s nervous but hopeful about making a good impression on this first date.

Reader (You): The woman Arthur has admired from afar. You’ve noticed his kindness and vulnerability, and now, you’re curious to get to know him better.

Trigger Warnings:

None

Masterlist

Words: 1016

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Arthur’s hands trembled slightly as he straightened his tie in the dingy bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back at him—nervous eyes, pale skin, and that ever-present tension in his jaw. It wasn’t like this was his first time asking someone out, but it was the first time in a long while that someone had said yes. And not just anyone—you had said yes.

He had admired you from a distance for weeks, watching you on the bus or in the grocery store, always too shy to do more than offer a small, nervous smile. But you were different. You always smiled back, sometimes even said hello, and that simple gesture made his heart flutter.

Tonight, though, was the real test.

“Come on, Arthur,” he muttered to himself, trying to calm his racing heart. “You can do this. You just have to be yourself. Don’t mess this up.”

After a final glance in the mirror, he grabbed his worn jacket and headed out the door, rehearsing in his mind everything he wanted to say, trying to ignore the creeping doubt that whispered he wasn’t good enough.

You were sitting in the small, cozy diner where Arthur had suggested meeting. It wasn’t fancy or extravagant, but it had a warmth to it that felt comforting, much like Arthur himself. You had always noticed something special about him—a quiet kindness that drew you in, even though he kept to himself most of the time.

The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up to see him enter. He was a little disheveled, but he had made an effort—you could tell by the way he had combed his hair and carefully chosen his clothes. When he spotted you, his eyes lit up, though his posture was still tense, like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands.

You gave him a warm smile, and his nervousness seemed to melt, if only slightly. “Hi, Arthur,” you greeted softly as he made his way over.

“H-hi,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he sat across from you. He fidgeted with his hands, glancing down for a moment before finally meeting your eyes. “You… you look really nice.”

“Thank you,” you replied, your smile widening. “You look good too.”

His face flushed, and he let out a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure what to wear… I didn’t want to overdress.”

“You’re perfect,” you reassured him, and you could see a hint of relief in his eyes.

The two of you settled into a somewhat awkward but endearing conversation. Arthur’s words were soft and hesitant at first, but the more you talked, the more he began to relax. You asked him about his day, about his work, and he opened up about his job as a clown for hire, explaining how he tried to bring joy to people, even if he often felt misunderstood.

“I guess I just… I want to make people smile,” he said, his voice tinged with both hope and sadness. “But sometimes it feels like… like no one notices.”

You listened intently, your heart aching for him. There was something so raw and vulnerable about Arthur, something that made you want to protect him from the harshness of the world.

“I notice, Arthur,” you said gently. “And I think you’re doing something really special. It takes a lot of courage to try to make people happy.”

He looked at you, his eyes wide with surprise, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You really think so?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded. “Absolutely.”

A soft, genuine smile spread across his face, and for the first time that night, he looked truly at ease.

As the evening went on, you could feel a shift between the two of you. The awkwardness faded, replaced by a comfortable warmth. Arthur’s shyness was still there, but now it was tinged with something else—something lighter, more hopeful.

After dinner, the two of you decided to take a walk through the city. The streets were quiet, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you strolled side by side. Arthur walked a little closer to you than he had earlier, though he still seemed unsure of himself, as if he didn’t want to make any sudden moves.

But when your hand brushed against his, he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he hesitated for a moment, glancing at you with wide eyes before carefully taking your hand in his. His fingers were warm and slightly rough, and when you smiled at him, he returned it with a shy, almost disbelieving grin.

For the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to hide behind a mask. You saw him—the real him—and you didn’t turn away.

As you reached the end of the street, you paused in front of a small park, the dim streetlights casting a soft glow on the trees. You both stopped, standing in the quiet, taking in the peaceful moment.

Arthur turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with a kind of cautious hope. “This… this was really nice,” he said, his voice low and a little shaky. “I… I didn’t think anyone would ever want to go out with me.”

You squeezed his hand gently, stepping a little closer. “I wanted to,” you said softly. “I’ve wanted to for a while.”

He blinked, clearly stunned by your words, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. But then, something shifted in his expression—a flicker of confidence, however small.

“I… I really like you,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Your heart swelled at the vulnerability in his words, and without thinking, you leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his cheek.

Arthur’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he stood completely still, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. But then, slowly, a soft, genuine smile spread across his face—a smile that was just for you.

“I really like you too,” you whispered back.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading this sweet and heartfelt first date between Arthur and his crush. I hope you enjoyed seeing a softer side of Arthur and watching him open up. If you have any feedback or suggestions, feel free to share!

[whirlwindflux]

Why is there two flux?

More like Three Whirlwind

[burningcheese-merchant]

Having trouble drafting up another post I meant to make today, so here, have technically incomplete BurningCheese babies sketch instead (sorry the lighting is so shit lol)

(Psst. Hey. If this gets 100 notes, I'll draw the whole family together next 👀)

[sketchcake-ocs]

this is Fleck, they are a madcom character that appeared into rainworld because of an anomaly

[cadaver-moss]

Silly creechur >:3

Choco Cherry is 11 years old, and the niece of Cherry Pop. She’s been living with them her whole life :3

She’s an aspiring singer, and wherever Cherry Pop is, she’s almost certainly tagging along. She’s also self conscious about being a mixture of salty and sweet dough, never feeling like she belongs with quite anyone other than the family that gets her

[moraymoth]

Tombstone and Fleck designs, below is Nox and comparisons

These are all remakes, as you can see from the comparison. I couldn't do Noxs humanoid short as it gave me a lot of trouble trying to fo his arrow keys on the back of his head.

[howlsnteeth]

one of my big special interests is mountains (mostly 8 thousanders) so while taking care of my puppy on the couch i made some of them into dogs. my favourite mountain is k2 tbh and while a serac isn't a mountain but instead a common feature, i still like them :> i want to do more like the matterhorn etc

[simstationdance]

you will look at my special little guys. or else.

[raintailed]

heheheh more creatures!!!

1st is Sisal (it/its, she/her), a flicker possessing a ragdoll.

2nd is Fleck (he/him, they/them). He's friends with a whole bunch of black lizards

The next three images are concepts for Midas Mouse (any pronouns), a code creature that turns files into spinning lantern mice like itself. It is friends with Super Chilly.

[druidshollow]

got cheap nitro so ive spent the last two hours drawing custom emotes lmao..... its been lots of fun will definitely do more

heres an invite in case of the odd chance that any of you wanna use these lmao

[profeyandere]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐅. ─── ☾ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴊᴏᴀǫᴜɪɴ ᴘ��ᴏᴇɴɪx ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ꜰʟᴇᴄᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The first and gloomy hours of the morning were always the hardest for everyone in the small city of Gotham, the city that never allows to rest, regardless of what day of the year it was or the situation that each of its inhabitants was suffering. A place known for its high crime rate and poverty was supposed to not promote human trafficking in it, no one in their right mind would want to live there unless they had enough money to squander it wherever they wanted in the most expensive and expensive places. Anyone could buy a nice apartment in the rich part of the city because that was where there was a lot more security, but there was always some crazy person who thought that settling there would be a good idea just to tell others about how he survived a city where crime reigned, even if it had never been the best option, it was not currently and would not be in posterity to settle there permanently; such a gloomy city, with so much tension and self-loathing, only needed a small trigger for everything it was known for negatively to increase to stratospheric and unsuspected levels or to fade as it had arrived. Its citizens suffered from hunger, sadness, and pain. Each and every one of them had a tragic and horrifying story behind them, whether at some point in their life, they had been insulted by their next-door neighbor for not having shared sugar or salt with him or her, or it was because of some traumatic event that had been considered horrifying enough for oneself that one's mind had completely erased it, even if in reality that person continued to remember it every night in their worst dreams or nightmares that prevented from resting for much more than two hours a day; Living in Gotham was a survival game in which only the strongest or the wealthiest won, and that was what caused the city to be immersed in its small, central chaos.

For Arthur Fleck that was life, a game of survival in which his smile and positivity could not fade no matter how hard the day was. For as long as he could remember, people had always seen him as the 'weirdo', as that classmate who it was better not to approach or talk to because of the strange stupidity that could come out of his mouth and that would cause a great stir in the classroom or as the adult who it is better not to talk to because of how bad he looked, mainly because his extreme thinness and the poor condition of his clothes made people assume that he was some kind of drug addict who could become violent at any moment if they approached him, even if in reality it was quite the opposite and they were only based on prejudices when it came to seeing the people around them. But that was Gotham, a place where it was better to watch your back before some lunatic got the brilliant idea of stabbing you in it. He just wanted to live quietly, with his mother in their small, run-down apartment, and fulfill his dream in that city where opportunities are scarce or non-existent, where everything could be served on a silver platter as soon as you were born, or where you had to work hard to get everything you wanted. Becoming a comedian was complicated, the mere idea of making people laugh was something that truly made him happy because, from a very young age, he had been told that his mission in this world was to make people happy. But making people truly happy was complicated; Gotham was not at its best for its citizens to forget their daily problems because of a joke from a complete stranger, even if the intention was the best of all.

"Hey! You!"

The scream coming from a strange clown that was traveling at high speed through the central streets of Gotham City caused many passers-by to look around with curiosity, seeing the aforementioned running through the crowd of people who were walking in the opposite direction to be able to recover the clown enormous yellowish plank that had been stolen by a group of teenagers who were barely around fifteen years old; people with some education who preferred to make others suffer rather than fix their own problems and face them properly. They all laughed and made fun of the poor adult who wanted to stand up to them, being shouted and called by the one who followed them. It was an embarrassing scene for Arthur. These types of injustices were very typical to see in the city, and no one was capable of taking the step to stop criminals who only wanted to annoy a worker who needed to get his money honestly, even if he was a clown who earned very little at throughout the month; Belonging to one of the lowest social scales in Gotham, no one would stop for a poor person, but if it was someone who worked for one of the most important companies in the city, then there would be someone who would stop those young people. Evidently, no one would do anything, no one would notice the poor clown who was running as if his life depended on that sign, except for an intense and curious look of amber tones that did do it, that did notice that underprivileged person and, very contrary to what many would think, he would help someone else under the false mask he always wore with the intention of scaring someone else.

Arthur Fleck, the clown who walked around Gotham with his fist over his heart and on the verge of an asthma attack if he suffered from that disease, shouted in an exasperated manner as he crossed the avenue without realizing that a huge shadow was looming over him with every step he took, without paying attention to the agile steps of that person who was chasing them over the buildings, ignoring any indication that someone else was trying to help him; No, at that moment it was only him against the group of criminals that seemed so slippery to him. The boys were so young, so agile, and he was already a man barely over thirty years old, with a deplorable physical condition and with the health of a small child; It was evident that he would not reach them unless someone gave him a hand.

"Stop them!" He exclaimed again, accidentally pushing a couple whom he simply looked over his shoulder at an apology before continuing his chase. At that moment he couldn't stop to apologize to the citizens he ran over. "Thieves!"

The clown finally thought he saw a small ray of hope when he made sure that the young people were finally turning into one of the alleys of the street and, praying that this one would not have an exit, and they would be forced to stop and return the sign with which he had been working all morning, slipped clumsily on the soggy pavement and continued his run to reach them, without realizing that one of them was patiently waiting for him hidden between some of the boxes to attack him with his own sign. To everyone's surprise, before the hidden young man could even move to hit Arthur with his own sign, a strange weapon that none of those present could identify managed to destroy the sign before it hit the clown's face, causing the grimaces of surprise and fear appeared on the faces of those present; None of the kids had seen the armed clown, and there were no other people in that narrow place but them, or at least that's what they thought.

"What the fuck, man?" Said one of the teenagers strangely, thinking that the clown who was now lying on his knees in front of them had had something to do with the destruction of the board. "How did you do that? Which has been...?"

The entire group, including the adult who was trying to put together the pieces of the plank wet from the puddles of water around them, were enveloped by the darkness of the enormous shadow of the person who had come to the narrow alley to join the party. His soft whistle and his slow steps, with which the heels of his boots resonated, made the young people feel their hair stand on end, and a great shiver ran through their bodies, even more so when they became sure of who they had in front of them; that criminal, that whistle, that mask with small side horns, that intense pulse that he had to destroy whatever she wanted. Evidently, the boys, making sure who was threatening them with that amber gaze, ran in the opposite direction when they saw who they had in front of them, confusing Arthur into thinking that it had been him who had scared them away in some way; He had been so immersed in his attempt to reconstruct his sign that he didn't make sure who was standing behind him. He clearly noticed the shadow that covered the entire alley, so he turned his head slowly to meet the person who had scared away the young people, gasping when he saw behind him one of the most dangerous thieves in Gotham: Eclipse.

Eclipse was one of the villains that had emerged in the city a couple of months ago, one of the most threatening to tell the truth. Without distinction of age, without distinction of class, she always went after those she considered potentially rewarding targets for her person and extorted them intending to obtain money through threats and slight intimidation; very few had seen her, and people hardly talked about her because of the fear that the simple fact of mentioning her name caused in the hearts of those who knew her, and the only thing they could distinguish about her were her penetrating amber eyes that, before the little light in which she was usually found in Gotham City, they seemed to shine more intensely than the eyes of a feline and that his calm and impassive voice seemed like sharp daggers that he spat from his mouth and that stabbed into the skin of those who met him. They were with her.

"Look at this…" Her slightly threatening voice murmured that Arthur was unable to place. He had never heard her, so she was not a known person to him. "For such a happy man, you don't smile as much now, do you? Come on, clown, show what you have for me."

Eclipse's strange and exaggerated smile was slightly obscured by the woman's dark fiber mask, with which he could barely distinguish a feature of her other than the shape of her face or her amber eyes almost lacking pupils, causing my heart to jump. Arthur's heart was beating hard, and that uncomfortable lump in his throat that he hated so much appeared again for the fifth time during the week, being the first sign that that laughter that he hated so much began to come out from between his lips in such an exaggerated way that it replaced crying in situations of fear, stress, or anxiety. Seeing the sharp fangs of his attacker, his belt full of weapons that could perfectly harm him, and those boots just inches from his face that could leave a big mark on his face if he wanted to kick him, left him breathless. She could be on the brink of death, and he was just going to laugh about it. Just as Eclipse's smile had appeared, he vanished, hiding any trace of happiness or amusement as he saw the situation unfolding before his eyes. Arthur's outrageous laughter began to appear in a soft tone, at least at first, which he slowly increased as he saw death so close to himself; He would have suffered from robberies, from threats of all kinds, among which his own death stood out, but he had never suffered anything more than beatings or insults. He didn't think she could put an end to his own story.

"What are you doing?" Eclipse asked with confusion as he saw how the clown began to laugh. "Stop laughing. It wasn't a joke. Stop it! It's not supposed to be funny to you, damn it!"

Arthur couldn't stop, his attack prevented him from doing so. Contrary to what the villain expected the clown to do, he offered her a laminated card that Eclipse quickly took, turning her back to him so she could read it better due to the lack of light in the alley, while she listened to his scandalous laughter in the background and read what the card had written. It was there that the thief's pupils became more noticeable as she realized the anxious situation in which the clown found herself, which managed to confuse her at times because of how she was reacting contrary to how the rest of the population used to do, because which slowly turned to look at him to confront him, this time squatting in front of him while looking into his eyes, watching how the clown tried to cover his mouth and silence his laughter. It was a sad scene; A scared man laughed in the face of death.

"A disorder?" Eclipse questioned as she gently returned the card to its owner, being careful not to upset him further. "I don't know those things, does that mean you're crazy or something? Not in the sense that you have to be in Arkham, but you do need a person and all that stuff. Aren't there dogs that took care of that shit? You know, the ones that give you hugs and everything."

Arthur's rather hesitant nod made the villainess understand him better, at least in part, but her words failed to calm him down. She had never encountered a similar scene, and it was beginning to terrify her because she didn't know what to do or say.

"What am I supposed to do? There may be something..." Eclipse muttered, trying to get some answers to his questions so he could help the citizen dressed as a clown, watching as he hit his chest to calm down and grabbed his throat to avoid choking due to lack of breath.

The thief, seeing the way the clown looked at her with his enormous greenish eyes full of tears, felt something pushing her to place her small, thin hand on one of the trembling knees of the man who was still sitting on the ground while the other took one of his and placed it on her chest, allowing him to feel the soft beat of her heart through the black suit she was wearing at that moment. Her amber eyes collided again with his greenish ones, this time as if they were mutually in a trance that they hoped would not be broken in a short time, allowing him to guide himself with their breaths so that he could calm down, which he did as the minutes passed, listening to how the sound of his laughter diminished until it finally disappeared through coughs, causing the alley to once again be enveloped in a deep silence in which only the sound of the cars on the nearby avenue and the rapid footsteps of the inhabitants of the city could be heard.

"I have met people who have feared me, there are drunks who have pissed on themselves as soon as they see me, but no one has ever reacted like you," Eclipse murmured with some seriousness, remaining squatted in front of him, without making any gesture that denoted evil intentions towards him.

"And no one has ever calmed me down like you have," Arthur answered softly and shyly, feeling the thin material of the villain's fabric under his fingertips, receiving a frown as he believed he had acted badly. "Sorry."

"Don't say something like that again," the villain threatened, ignoring the gentle caress on his suit before removing the clown's hand from his person in the same way he did from him, standing up again to impose her haughty figure over his trembling one. "I'm one of the villains of this city, you have no right to say something like that. I am cruel, I must instill fear. You must fear me."

Eclipse's voice had tried to be threatening, scowling at him as he bared his teeth, in the same way an aggressive animal did.

"And you have calmed me down, that shouldn't be done by a villain," the clown said again, receiving a soft growl from the person in front of him. "You're not that bad."

At that moment, something seemed to change in Eclipse's eyes, and he saw in Arthur's eyes something more than fear towards her. Eclipse saw gratitude and happiness. Arthur saw surprise and remorse, she wasn't so bad after all.

[knoepfl]

A Cozy Christmas

Characters: Arthur Fleck (Joker), Reader (you)

Trigger Warnings: None

Masterlist

Hey there! I wrote this story with my own excitement^^ I am from Germany and to be honest I wasn't at a Christmas market for such a long time! So i just wanted to bring my own pov and feelings in it. Because I just love Christmas Markets!

Words: 857

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The chilly Gotham air added a tinge of excitement as you and Arthur made your way to the German Wintermarket that had just opened in the city. It was your second date, and you were thrilled—not just for the chance to spend more time with him, but because it was like a little slice of home brought to Gotham. Originally from Germany, you missed the warmth and spirit of German winter markets and couldn’t wait to show Arthur what it was like.

Arthur walked close beside you, his gloved hand wrapped around yours. He was a little nervous, but you could feel his excitement bubbling underneath. When you reached the entrance, with its warmly lit stalls and garlands, you squeezed his hand.

“It’s just like the markets back home,” you said, your voice filled with nostalgia. Arthur looked over at you, his face softening at your excitement.

“Then I’m glad we’re here,” he replied, smiling.

You started off with Langosch, a familiar treat. The sight of the golden-brown flatbread smothered in sour cream and garlic made you practically giddy, and Arthur couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm. He took a bite, his eyes widening with surprise.

“This is… really good,” he said, his voice reverent. You laughed, watching as he eagerly took another bite.

After the Langosch, you guided him to the Glühwein stand, describing the warm, spiced wine in detail. “It’s like drinking a cozy blanket,” you joked, and Arthur chuckled. When he took a sip, he let out a sigh, clearly relishing the warmth.

“This tastes like…” he paused, searching for the right words, “…like Christmas.”

It made you smile, remembering Christmas markets back home. “Exactly,” you said softly, touched that he was sharing in a part of your culture with such openness.

As you wandered from stall to stall, you introduced him to Käsespätzle and even fresh pretzels, sharing stories of Germany along the way. He listened intently, asking questions and laughing at your stories. You felt so close to him in those moments, like you were bridging two worlds together.

Finally, you reached a stall selling Lebkuchenherzen, those familiar heart-shaped gingerbread cookies with icing phrases. Arthur’s eyes immediately caught on one of the larger hearts. Without a word, he pulled out his wallet.

“Which one would you like?” he asked, his voice a little shy but warm.

You pointed to a heart that said, “Du bist mein Schatz” in white icing. He read the words slowly, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It means… ‘You are my treasure,’ right?”

You nodded, touched beyond words, and he bought it with a proud smile. Holding it out to you, he looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of affection and tenderness. “Here,” he murmured. “Because that’s what you are to me.”

You accepted it, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thank you, Arthur. This night was perfect.”

The two of you walked home under the streetlights, with the gingerbread heart in your hand and a warmth in your chest that felt like home—both to Gotham and to him.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing this second date, capturing the sweet, tentative connection between Arthur and the reader. Bringing a bit of German culture to Gotham for the reader was so much fun.If you enjoyed it, let me know—I'd love to hear your thoughts! ❤️

[whirlwindflux]

Change the course of history, make Whirlwind three!

With the pull of a key, Flux unleashed a magical burst! The light was blinding, no pony could see what happened! Suddenly, there were three, Flux, Fleck and Flip!

Fleck and Flip have joined the blog to play in the arc of: Now There Are Three! Send in those questions, you've all got to be curious!

[layalu]

hands u. somewhat cursed Alders <3