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Jester!reader who is some random person that helps crimes wears a medieval jest costume that is either monochrome for night stealths but is bright and happy colors for random day shenanigans. Bruce thinks the damned jester is working for joker, which makes Bruce think joker is up to something. But when he goes to joker, joker is immediately confused but then gets angry thinking Batman is after another clown that’s “better” than him. Bruce leaves the aslyum and looks around cameras for the jester. The jester, he finally see them. He can’t tell if it’s a girl, or a boy. They seem genderless, they seem skinny as well with how the sleeves of their so called costume is loose, covering their hand.
And the pants are baggy as well, jingle bells on the hat, and shoes, so it will be easy to hear them. Bruce assigns dick to go after the jester, as dick goes off on patrol after the jester. Bruce narrows his eyes seeing how the jester just disappears in the night. What throws him off more is how the jester is flexible, inhumane ways of flexibility. Dick is soon chasing the jester who randomly does a wall run and flips behind dick, dick is ready to block any attacks from behind only to be shock at the jester running away and throwing an ace card down. Dick picks it up, that was before it exploded. Leaving dick to cough smoke out, the jester laughs and flips away into the night. Yep, it’s gonna be trouble getting the one.
#dc x male reader#jester!reader#dc x reader#dc imagine#dc comics x reader#bruce wayne x fem!reader#bruce wayne x male reader#dc fluff#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne x reader#joker#nightwing x male reader#nightwing x reader#nightwing#batman x male reader#batman#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader
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jester!reader who was raised alongside kitana, but always in the position of a loyal and caring servant.
jester!reader who always had a terrible view of themselves and could never glimpse or accept the depth of their achievements or merits.
jester!reader who had peculiar powers, but stood out in the area of healing generated through the melodies of their lyre.
jester!reader who formed a strange friendship with johnny cage and hanzo hasashi (the latter was filled with an overwhelming peace when they tried to cheer him up with generic jokes).
jester!reader who was struggling with their own depression.




#ch:. liu kang#ch:. kitana#ch:. hanzo hasashi#ch:. johnny cage#game:. mortal kombat#mortal kombat incorrect quotes#mortal kombat meme#mortal kombat x reader#liu kang x reader#kitana x platonic reader#kitana x reader#gn!reader#hanzo hasashi x reader#johnny cage x reader#scorpion x reader#jester!reader#variant!reader#princess!reader#mk 1 x reader#mk x reader#self indulgence hc.#haru talks
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Trying out different outfits for jester reader based on references i saved on pinterest



…sexy jester outfit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Small transcript in case you cant read my handwriting↓
On the left: *giving them his cape to cover up
On the right: *finds it hilarious that he finds this outfit lewd (they don’t lol)
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You were married off to the king as a young noble woman. The arrangement was rather rushed in your opinion, not that anyone asked for it. The king only needed a show queen, a quiet but present symbol for the kingdom and you suited well enough for that.
He didn’t need a wife for pleasure, he had plenty mistresses for that and he seemed to be in no rush for a successor. You suspected it was because he had no intent to hand over power to anyone else anytime soon. Although, that's just what you assumed, others never blamed him for it. You were always the target of the hushed whispers and silent accusations of infertility, unruliness or even infidelity when it came to the subject of an heir.
The people's gossip aside, it was an easy marriage. You didn’t have to share a bed with a man you didn’t love and you didn’t have to raise his children. Many more deserving women would kill for such a life, which only made you feel worse about the utter discontent you felt. It was the loneliness, mostly. Such a privileged life and yet not a single companion in the world to share it with.
The king and his advisers only speak to you when they need you to make an appearance as queen. Their orders always dripping with condescension and near mockery. They’ve made you smile and wave for hours, waltz until your feet blister and recite a holy text’s worth of pompous poetry, but this most recent ploy was particularly concerning.
You sit on your throne next to your husband, hands in your lap, staring at the colourful figure in front of you. The bells on his ridiculous hat jingle as he bows his head so low they almost touch the marble floor. Quiet chuckles emit from the nobility crowding the massive ballroom and the unease in your stomach only builds.
When the jester picks his head back up, you can’t help fiddling even more with your dress, just like your husband's advisers have scolded you not to. The jester silently stares with his sheet white face, big red grin painted across his mouth. You want to shrink under the jesters stare, the blue diamonds painted over his eyes make his gaze feel piercing.
The king grins when he catches your nervous gaze.
“Do you like your surprise, my love? I thought you could use some cheering up lately. As did my advisers.”
He chuckles, looking over at the old men in the corner of the room. They smile back, amusing in a joke you're not a part of.
You just nod your head as politely as possible. You don’t know what's happening, but whatever they have planned can’t be good.
The jester skips up to where you and the king sit. He gives an exaggerated curtsy to the king, earning a laugh from him and the various nobility.
The bells jingle as he springs back up and steps closer to you. He stretches his hand out, you stare at it and then back to your husband.
“The fool wants a dance, my dear. Give him a dance.”
You try to hide the apprehension on your face and reach for the jesters white glove-covered hand. He doesn’t squeeze or pull you up like you expected, instead he holds it gently, waiting for your next move. You rise from your throne and cast one more glance at your husband, who only offers a self-satisfied grin in return. This whole time all they've wanted from you is a perfect queen and now they want you to dance with a fool?
The jester walks you to the middle of the room, encircled by leering nobility. He places your hand on his waist before dramatically correcting the mistake and placing it on his shoulder instead, looking bashfully to the audience who snicker at the joke. He takes your other hand in his and gives you a little nod before the musicians starts playing and he guides you into step.
Now obviously you know very well how to dance, you enjoyed it quite a bit when you were little although, now it’s just become another part of your queenly duties. Did any of that even matter now? Now that it’s clear the king and his peers see you as just as much of a joke as the man you’re waltzing with.
Your deep thoughts are broken when said man unexpectedly twirls you in a dizzying circle. You flail slightly in your surprise but you’re brought back into his arms just as quickly to continue your steps. You fully focus on him now and you wonder what his features look like under that gaudy clown makeup. Even in the bright chandelier lights of the ball room, you can’t make out the colour of his irises. Earlier, you thought they were hazel but now it seems they're an impossibly dark brown.
The dark pools look as if they could swallow all the colour from his face and your own. Actually, has he blinked even once during this dance, or at all for that matter?
You’re not sure if it was your mistake or the jester’s but you step on his foot and he suddenly pulls away from you. He clutches his foot and jumps up and down in theatrical pain. The room bursts into laughter, bellows and cackles. These elite men and women delight in the humiliating performance you’re both putting on for them. It takes everything in you not to cave right there in the middle of it.
While the jeering continues, you try your best to steel yourself, replacing the need to cry with spiteful compliance. If they want a dance, they can have a dance.
You curtsy at the jester, offering an apology and hold your hand out to him. He looks around and then points to himself. You can’t help but smile and nod your head.
He takes your hand and when the music starts back up again, you step in time to the beautiful melody. You try and put your full attention on the jester, not anyone else in the large room, which proves to be quite easy as he is by far the most interesting person present. You can just make out the small smile under the red painted grin, his relaxed eyebrows under the bright blue diamonds, the crook of his pointy nose.
While moving in sync, you become almost lost in trying to map out his face under the make-up. You look for imperfections in the face paint but can’t seem to find a single smudge or brush streak, in fact the paint looks impressively even, like it’s a second skin.
It truly does feel like its only you two and the music, for the first time in a long time you feel wanted by someone else.
But when the king grows bored he demands new entertainment.
He motions for the musicians to stop their music and you’re brought back to reality. The jester bows for the crowd, he gestures to you and you offer a little curtsy before being escorted back to your throne. Form there, you watch the rest of the strange performers routine. He juggles an impressive amount of miscellaneous items, he folds himself into ridiculous positions, walks on his hands and generally makes a fool of himself for the crowd.
You watch in delight, though your husband doesn't seem as interested as he was before your little dance.
You think about the jester all the way back to your courters that night. You think about him as you slip on your night dress and slide into bed, and you think of him as you stare up at the ceiling for possibly hours. There is too much on your mind, the fun of watching the jesters performance has subsided and thoughts of what this means for your reputation and position in the court remain constant. A sigh leaves you as you lift yourself up and open the doors to your balcony.
You lean on the balcony ledge and stare out at the starry night sky, not even the strange jester can distract from the humiliation ritual you were just a part of. He could have been in on it for all you know and you're just naive enough to think he was being kind to you during the whole thing.
A shuffling sound from behind you makes you turn your head and it takes you just a split second to register the very colourful jester standing in the corner of your balcony.
The screech you let out is smothered by your own hand. You clutch the edge of the balcony, staring at the slender man who puts his hands up, waving apologies while moving his chest as if laughing, nothing comes out of his mouth. You clutch your heart, breathing quite heavily as you stare at him bewildered. You look around trying to discern where he could have come from, and how you only now hear his bells jingle as he waves his hands, still apologising.
He steps closer and stands tall in front of you, he’s much more imposing than you remember him being. He holds up one finger and then mimics a waltz. His head bows low and he holds his hand out for you to take. He’s asking for another dance but is there really much of a choice at all? Has this also been planned? If you say no, will he just leave? Do you want him to leave? The dance you shared was the most delightful time you've had in so, so long
You stare at him for a good while, he stays with his hand outstretched, bent over at a near 90 degree angle, not straining even a little. The longer you wait, the more uncomfortable you feel in his unwavering presence.
Against your better judgement, you reach out and touch his gloved hand. He curls his fingers around yours and stands upright. You let him bring your hand to his shoulder, place his hand on your waist and step closer. This time is different from the last time. Now it really does feel like his attention is only on you, not with the other guests, not with the performance. It should be frightening, but you find no malice in his eyes, no ridicule in his demeanor.
As he steps into motion, you begin a slow waltz in the small space of your balcony. It's slower than in the ballroom, it's more intimate. While you dance with this complete stranger, your thoughts run rampant, you second guess your judgement again and again. Maybe the kindness you sense from him is a ruse. Maybe he is here on behalf of the king, setting up another degrading show. He could even be an assassin, come to rid you quietly in the middle of the night.
You would deserve such a fate for giving in so easily. You slowly spin in his arms and this time you don't hear the snide laughs of the nobility, just the sounds of the night. Both of you step in time and you let him guide you to the edge of your balcony. You hold your breath as he dips you over the ledge. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out what could be your last breath ready for him to let go and let you fall.
But he doesn't let go, your grip on his shoulders never slips. You open your eyes, a bit blurry from wetness but you can make out his face, because it's right in front of you even though you're bent over the balcony far enough that your feet have left the ground. You stare back at his unrelenting gaze. In the dim light of the moon his eyes look even darker than before and something new swims in the deep black of his pupils, something sad.
They are lidded as they examine your face, your entire being. His hand on your back presses your chest further into his until you're sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat through your very flesh.
He lifts you upright again, turning you away from the ledge and out of harms way. You’re still chest to chest, he’s so close but you can’t feel him breathe. Your wide eyes stare up at him, trying to discern his expression. Your breaths are short and your grip on him hasn’t let up a bit.
He brings his hands up to your cheeks, the warm fabric of his gloves on your cold cheeks has you easing into them far too easily. His eyes examine every inch of your face while his thumbs stroke your cheeks, you can just barely see the frown on his lips behind the painted smile. He brings your face closer to his, slow and methodical, making it very clear what his next move is. You’re not sure if this was due to his own hesitation or to give you time to pull away, regardless you let him inch closer and closer until his lips grazed yours and you finally feel him breathe out one long breath.
The kiss is deep. Despite being slow and gentle, it still forces a struggled breath from you. You would’ve thought he tasted like paint but he doesn’t, he’s warm and inviting. It’s nice.
Your eyes close, surrendering all hesitation to the stranger in your arms. Fingers dig into the fabric of his puffy striped sleeves as your body melts further into his. You quickly learn to breathe through your nose, out of necessity and unwillingness to part from his affections.
You let him work your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The feeling is so foreign, you can’t help but whine. The backs of his fingers flutter over your throat and you shiver.
His tongue fills your mouth, sliding along yours and savouring your taste. The wet muscle reaches far into your mouth, farther than you thought normal but your experience is slim and you don’t have the awareness to fully question it. It’s overwhelming. Your knees tremble and he lowers you both to the cold stone floor. His tongue reaches into your throat, a feat you know is impossible.
You’re too lost to even think of the implications of this, as you gag and convulse around the thick muscle in your throat that no longer feels like a normal tongue. He reaches so far, your eyes roll back, your lower region warms uncomfortably and you forget how to breathe. You tap his shoulders quickly, a plea for air, and he retreats from your throat. He holds you as you cough and heave, wiping the spit from your chin.
You look at him with the an expression full of shock and fear and bewilderment and every other emotion shooting through your fuzzy mind. His expression is hard to discern but he seems both amused and sad.
He stands and brings you up on shaky legs. When he starts to back away, you panic and clutch his hands tighter. You don’t know what you were hoping for. That he would stay? That he would spend the night with you?
His face is full of what you hope is longing and not pity, you know what pity looks like. He holds you close in what you know is a goodbye embrace. He presses his forehead to yours and he places one last short kiss on your lips. Its playfull and very much not what you’d consider a proper good bye kiss. You search his gaze and you’re met with rather boyish mirth, lifting your spirits slightly. Maybe this isn't goodbye then?
He winks at you and takes your hand, spinning you around once, twice and three times before he lets go. When you rebalance yourself and look around the balcony, there is no sight of the jester. It's just the pitying sounds of the night and your only other witness, the moon. Like he was never there at all.
#monster x reader#monster x human#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fucking#kinda rushed and bad but i needed to be done with this damn idea#Mysterious Eldritch (?) jester anyone?
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(in tears) the year is still new....
Hi hi hello dca fandom! I just wanna say thank you for being the most amazing community! i can't believe i made so many new friends and drew in so many fun magmas last year, everyone here is so nice,, and cool, and talented,,, y'all are genuinely the highlight of my 2024 🥹🫶💖
May your 2025 be filled with joy and whimsy (and silly jesters)!!
#shout out to everyone in the daycarefriendpickup discord!! mwah mwah mwah 💋#can't believe these goofy ahhh jesters made such a big difference in my life#my brain chemistry has been permanently altered by naff's cryptid sightings#also it is my silly headcanon that Sun is a walking fire hazard#it's barely 2025 and the pizzeria has been set on fire (again) by sparklers#Moon is wearing a eyemask to 1. protect his eyes 2. to not perceive sun's shenanigans#Also moon is shielding y/n from sun's sparklers (what a gentleman)#also also if you count the number of fingers the hands are showing it spells out 2 0 2 5 :))#dca fandom#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare attendant#sunnydrop x reader#moondrop x reader#y/n#my art
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I wanna give shadow milk hugs! Just lay on his chest and be cozy!

Aw yes i feel you anon. he just so cute. A little cuddle won't hurt


If it was any other cookie
#Now you got a jester clinging to you for dear life#good luck#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#art#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#crk x reader#crk x you#shadow milk cookie x reader#shadow milk cookie x you
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Last Names
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"KAPRI YOU CAN'T POST THE AFTER STORY FOR CHASING STARS YOU HAVEN'T EVEN POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTERS YET!!!"
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This comic is kinda shitty but you get the point XD
Bonus clothed CS Moon!
#Anyone else desperately want to give these jesters your last name???#No???#Just me???#k :(#Chasing Stars#chasing stars au#Ngl I feel like I seen a comic like this somewhere so if I accidently copied someone Im sorry#fnaf#fnaf security breach#moon fnaf#sun fnaf#daycare attendant#dca community#moon x reader#sun x reader#sun x y/n#moon x y/n#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf moon x reader#sundrop x reader#moondrop x reader#dca x reader#dca x y/n#daycare attendant x reader#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#kapri's collection
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yooo so I started working on this when I finished reading Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse (not sure if you okay with tagging, i'll delete if not) some weeks ago and it absolutely destroyed my heart :D
the scene where they ran after the Vigilante after discovering their "secret"? Tears??? At 4AM??? More likely than you think!!
so yeah this piece is based on that scene, yes I took very long, yes I forgot to post it, kiss kisss muah
Edit: forgot to credit @sunnys-aesthetic, who made the Detective AU Sleuth Jesters is based on!! :D
If the tag edit doesn't work I might reblog this with the tagging later
#dca#stupid bibi!! you should've posted this WEEKS ago!!#I know i'll be better posting often and with a schedule#no you wont#no i wont#my art#dca fandom#daycare attendent#sleuth jesters#sleuth jesters fanart#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sundrop#fnaf moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare attendant#dca fanart#dca au#dca au fanart#moondrop x y/n#moondrop x reader#sundrop x y/n#sundrop x reader#edit
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“My perfect Marionette~.”
Shadow Milk Cookie HCs
‧₊˚ 🩻 ✮⋆˙ ₊˚🎧⊹⋆。𖦹 °
“Oh, mister wolf, you want me to stay? But I fear we’ll regret it one day.”
TW: slight spoilers(mainly tame), possible yandereisk themes, SM being a morally evil cookie (who all we love), mention of violence/death, slightly suggestive ( aka biting and stuff, but nothing NSFW), this is mainly fluffy, etc..
CW: Shadow Milk Cookie, other CRK characters ( such as Pure Vanilla cookie, the other beast, etc.. ).
Based on @dedfly ‘s CK/SM x anon art, maybe check them out since they’re honestly awesome and deeply underrated! These HCs are mainly romantic, but can be platonic dating depending on your preferences. BTW, the reader will have they/them pronouns for gender neutral reasons.
‧₊˚ 🩻 ✮⋆˙ ₊˚🎧⊹⋆。𖦹 °
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-Let’s get it out of the way—yes, he’s the jealous type. Whenever he sees you around the other cookies (expect for the beast cookies, he’s cool with the gang), he automatically pouts before shooting a glare at whoever dares to even breathe your air. Of course, you always calm him down with butterfly kisses.
-As evil as your man is, only you can insult him. So whenever a cookie tries to say something, you often end up beating that said cookie while Shadow Milk Cookie places his hands on his cheeks with a playful smile. It’s like he gets a power trip off seeing you defend him, he either becomes a playful ass: “Baaaabe, staaaawp, you know I’m shy!!” or be your personal cheerleader, doing whole choreographed works while you beat someone up.
-Often, he dresses himself up all pretty whenever you two go outside for a date as to show off to other cookies. Mainly wearing jester related clothing, but making sure to stand out. If you praise him, he always lets out a smug scoff saying that obviously he’s the handsomest cookie to live!… only to ask you to repeat the praise again, basically fishing for compliments.
-Yes, he has fangs which he proceeds to nibble on your fingers. Like a cat, biting is a love language he enjoys, but unlike Burning Spice Cookie, he isn’t going to bite your face off, so it’s only mildly annoying to you. Most of the time, you find the jester only leaving soft and light marks on your fingers and at worst, he takes a playful nibble of noise. Again, he is nothing compared to Burning Spice Cookie.
-When he confessed to you, he did it through a puppet play and you cannot believe how long it was. He plan out the whole puppet wedding, domestic life, how we could kill million of cookies as a present for you.. you know, the usual! Anyways, he was over the moon when you accepted and return his feelings.
-He has odd gifts, alright? Look, he’s tried getting tips from Eternal Sugar Cookie herself, but the gifts are not the best. Most of the time, you end up getting gifts such as a bouquet of cookie’s (still beating) hearts, designing fancy outfits for you, and so on, so on.. either way, Pure Vanilla has to force him to get you normal gifts even if the Beast whines.
-Long story short, he’s a ♾️/10 and you cannot convince me otherwise. Of course, he’s not the best, but he’s trying his best! Basically, you two are cutie pies who love each other.
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જ⁀➴ Me and Mr Wolf - The Real Tuesday Weld
0:32 ━❍──────── 4:33
𐙚 “The old and upright, what do they know?
I'm all appetite, you'll help me grow!”
𐙚 “Oh my love, I want you too
But, my desire may prove your doom.”
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“His evil eyes and jolly smile captivate me”(✿╹◡╹)!
#x reader#gn reader#x you#shadow milk crk#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk cookie x reader#crk x reader#crob x reader#jester x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run ovenbreak x reader#cookie run x reader
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Jester Darling - swinging from a chandelier whilst holding a half empty bottle of dark liquid: I'm the king of the universe!
Servant: Your highness! Forgive me if I am overstepping, but I believe your jester has had enough wine for one evening.
Titus [Space Emperor Yan]: My Jester does not drink alcohol. That bottle in their hand is nothing more than sparkling fruit juice, but they certainly play the part don't they? They do this just to humor me - but I predict an evening of thrills once we retire to the bedroom.
[Jester Darling shoves the bottle between their thighs - pointing at themselves before pointing at Titus as they then form a heart with their hands, making kissy noises at their emperor as they continue to rock back and forth]
Titus, hiding his blush with his robes: I'm fear I may faint from the anticipation.
#titus my oc#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere insert#yandere blurb#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#male yandere#yandere emperor#jester reader#yandere text#yandere alien
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please let him in, he'll be so normal he swears
#art tag 👁️🗨️#WAHH I LOVE THIS SILLY GUY SO MUCH#i just cant help but love a jester or clown....#also yes monitoring redraw becouse i adore that song#anyway the first thing i finished using csp! its cool#MAN i need to finish my sunday wips#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk fanart#shadow milk crk#shadow milk x reader#cookie run kingdom#cookie run fanart#crk
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♢JESTER!READER X BATBOYS♢



→Jester!Reader: Taking after the inspiration of joker and Harley Quinn, aesthetic wise. They loathe that man even after the inspiration. They always loved circuses, watching the old flying graysons clips their families use to record. Their age and genders are unknown despite their small frame which makes them confused a child. People think they work joker, forcing Batman to put them on his charts. They can never caught due to always being sneaky and playful. Someone who is some random person that helps crimes and wear a medieval jest costume that is either monochrome for night stealths but is bright and happy colors for random day shenanigans. The jester, who people can’t tell if they’re a girl, or a boy. They seem genderless, they also seem skinny as well with how the sleeves of their so called costume is loose, covering their hand.
Damian
Sees the jester as a nuisance, mostly because of how he was used as a gymnasium board when the jester had pulled the boy’s cape over his head and flipping over him.
Honestly hates the damned jester. Cause why must they be so tricky with their explosive cards. He’s an Al-Ghul! He should be easy to capture this damn jester for more information on the joker.
But of course he’s only a plaything to the damn jest.
Tim
Grabbed you one time, wrapping his arms around some certain gas came out of you. It was cotton candy colors as Tim gasped shocked and let you go. He should’ve came prepared for this as he thought it would be joker gas. Turned out it was just scented cotton candy that smelled like a circus and was sweet.
Informed the others about your “gas” and how it’s different from joker gas. The boys think maybe you are just playing it safe to not get more heat onto you. But Tim feels like, you don’t wanna hurt anyone.
He starts to check cameras for you more, writing things about you, noting the smallest things. You have clown makeup like Harley Quinn, but more colorful and playful. Being a clown like joker but more passive. You’re different from them.
But what’s your story?
Jason
Has used non lethal bullets which were rubber on you. But of course with your insane flexibility, you dodged them. Doing a scorpion posture before flipping backwards multiple times before flipping into a fire escape and leaving again.
He can’t help but love the game of cat and mouse as you playfully chuckle. Doing mime moments and Jason jokingly guessing as he tries to get you. You once leaped off of his head, the bells on your clothes and your shoes jingle. Jason watched as you leaped each building with such grace.
He lays at night, wondering who you are. He wants to be mad at you for thinking you may as well be an ally to the man who killed him, but why are you so… friendly?
Next time he sees you, he may bring you a bat burger. Your body just seems so small.
Dick
Likes you, he has to seem like he can’t help you roam around Gotham, but having a compatible person who’s flexible like him makes him smile.
When he charged at you with his batons, you did a breakdance move, kicking them from his hands and flipping onto one hand and then flipping back onto your feet. Dick’s eyes widen before getting into hand combat with you. You smelt like the circus he used be in. When his parents were still alive. He frowns as you blow glitter at him, that snapped him out of his thoughts.
You left him with giggles and the soft jingles of your clothes. Dick tried to get the glitter off his clothes and hair. He looked as if he was in those glitter bomb videos.
Took days to get glitter out of his scalp. He swore he woke up to glitter on his pillow when he thought he was safe.
#jester!reader#jester#dc fluff#dc x reader#dc x male reader#dc comics x reader#dc imagine#batboys x y/n#batboys x male reader#batboys#batboys x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne x you#damian wayne x male reader#damian al ghul x male reader#richard john grayson#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson#dick grayson x female!reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x reader#tim drake x you#tim drake x male reader#tim drake x reader#Tim drake#jason peter todd
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mk11! johnny cage: truth or dare?
jester!reader: truth
mk11!johnny cage: how many hours have you slept this week?
jester!reader: . . .
jester!reader: dare...
mk11!johnny cage: go to sleep, baby.
jester!reader: i don't like this game.

#ch:. johnny cage#game:. mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat incorrect quotes#mortal kombat meme#johnny cage x reader#jester!reader
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Hi, just wondering, is there a witch y/n? If so, can I request shadow milk x witch y/n (with whatever situation you want) :3
- anon 🪭 (is anon emoji taking allowed???)
I'm still working on witch y/n's design but here's a little peek ^^
And I'm absolutely fine with emoji taking!
#dreamydraws#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run x reader#shadow milk x reader#shadow milk cookie x reader#witch y/n#ohhhhh your little mildly [extremely] violent jester is here to entertain you~#omg the quality. click for better quality please o.ou
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Just some royal shuggy
Inspired by this painting below

#drawn by me#fanart#anime#one piece#buggy one piece#buggy fanart#captain buggy#buggy the clown#op buggy#buggy pirates#buggy#shanks x buggy#buggy x reader#buggy the genius jester#buggy thoughts#buggy x oc#buggy op#buggy opla#opla#opla s2#shanks#shanks op#shanks one piece#shanks opla#shuggy#shuggy fanart#shuggy fanfiction#one piece fanart#one piece fanfiction#one piece fan letter
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He would pull this off if he's self aware
#DJSFJGK THIS IS MORE FUNNY THAN IN MY HEAD IM GLAD I PULL IT OFF#self aware shmilk my beloved#pure vanilla so mad he opened his eyes#shadow milk cookie#.....shadow milk cookie x reader#I CANT OKAYYYYY I LOVE TO FEED THE YN GIRLIES#crk fanart#pure vanilla cookie#me want to think pv is also self aware he just cant stand this jester#SO ILL TAG IT#pure vanilla cookie x reader
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