#joker fire force

[thefirefleshedarchivist]

WHY IS JOKER LOKI KINDA FINEEEEEEEE

LIKE LOOK AT THIS MAN???????? WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THAT WAIST

respectfully i just wanna

[animeaestheticsthings]

HE IS HERE AHHHH🤩🤩🃏🃏🖤❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🔥🔥

[never-enough-fanfiction]

*lowers her sunglasses* WELL, HELLO THERE GOOD SIR

[ladyhuarts]

Joker Doodles

[sonicspeeddemon]

My favorite fire force characters

[melkyt]

Just watched *that* episode and I support this man's rights to kill his abuser and anybody he wants really, he deserves it, as a treat

Go off my good sir xd

[kubominero]

I'm finally done drawing the both of my favourite characters from Fire Force :))

I'm actually very proud of how this turned out so this is gonna be like,, one of my favourite drawings I've done so far

They're both be lookin' so badass there huh :)

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

I was listening to music again and another little story wrote itself. I may just start a whole series of these, a little simp jukebox if you will.

Anyway, here's a cute little Joker thing. Please forgive any errors, it's currently 4:30 in the morning and I've been up with a 6 month old since 7:30 yesterday morning. I hope it came out okay!

Under the cut because loong

Joker/52

There Goes My Baby

Here he goes, lurking in the shadows like a creep again. Typical.

A single sharp eye followed you, hopping rooftop to rooftop, skirting landings, sifting through crowds and propping himself anonymously just close enough. Something about it felt wrong. Everything about it felt compulsory.

It was his own stupid fault. You got too close to him, he told himself. You'd only get burned, figuratively if not literally. So the only thing to do about it was hurt you, push you away. Leave you. Which he had every intention of doing. Walk away and don't look back. He'd done it plenty of times before. It wasn't hard.

Except with you it was. Painfully so.

The first couple weeks he didn't see you out much, to his private dismay. And then he did - and somehow that was worse. This whole thing was unexpected and uncomfortable.

Every few paces you ran into someone - had a conversation, shared a hug, a smile and a quick hello. Some walked with you, some you seemed eager to part. You paid them an acceptable amount of attention. Not too much. Clearly casual. Nothing threatening.

Until there was.

A man you'd hugged enthusiastically the first time he saw you together. A man who walked with you often, frequently touched you, made you laugh and lingered long enough to make him grit his teeth. Walk away, he'd growled under his breath.

He had no right to these territorial feelings, he knew that. He didn't want them. He chose this.

Yet there he was. Watching you from afar, yet again, day after day.

Compulsory.

It became unbearable. Panic bubbled in his chest.

Was it a mistake?

It was late evening and you met this man on the sidewalk, walking… where? Was this...?

A date?

The feeling was unbearable. He had to plant his feet to stop himself from hopping down in front of you.

You walked with this man - too close, he thought - your giggles floating to him on the breeze, conversation too far to hear but the happiness in your voice clear even from afar.

Guilt gripped him. You were supposed to move on. That was the point.

Wasn't it?

With a flick of his lighter and a slow drag from his cigarette he disobeyed every instinct screaming at him and turned heel, hands in his pockets strolling away from you. This whole endeavor foolish. Why torment himself like this?

But it followed him, that sinking, anxious feeling. Around every corner, through every group of unfamiliar faces, down into the nether, up to the rooftops. He couldn't escape it.

So he found himself one night jimmying the lock on your window, expertly opening it from the fire escape. Ironic.

Still not home. The apartment was dark, empty, lonely. He fussed with knick-knacks, picked up photos you had sprinkled around and examined them, stole a couple snacks from your fridge and sat on your couch to enjoy them. Minutes turned into hours and he sat, waiting impatiently, cigarette after cigarette.

Midnight.

What was he doing? What would he even say? I don't want you, but I don't want anyone else to want you either? I'm not safe to care about, but don't care about anyone else? What if that guy came back with her?

His stomach turned.

Keys jingled outside the door, the scrape and click of the lock releasing. You were back.

He stood, brushing crumbs from his lap, and snuffed out his umpteenth cigarette. His heart was racing. His heart never raced, not for a very long time. What was wrong with him?

You swept into the apartment, dropped your keys into the bowl next to the door and flung your jacket onto the closest chair. You pulled the tie from your hair and shook it down, letting out a contented sigh. Home at last.

"Hot date tonight, huh?"

You jumped and flung the only thing in your hands at him: your hair tie. He chuckled, grin wide as you flipped the light switch and exposed him standing awkwardly in your living room.

"Are you fucking for real?"

You were mad. That was one of the many scenarios he's gone over in his head. It was also the one he was least sure how to handle.

"What the hell, Jo? What the actual hell is wrong with you? You tell me you don't want me, I was fun for a while but not what you want. Now you're, what, stalking me? What do you want from me?"

I don't know, he thought, I just can't stop.

"I don't know," he said quietly, grin falling, unsure what else to do but be honest. You stared at him for a minute, waiting for an elaboration that never came.

"Please figure it the fuck out. I can't keep doing this."

He sighed with you, exasperated with himself. What could he say? His heartbeat was roaring in his ears. He felt uncomfortably exposed. Vulnerability was not his thing.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he confessed. You stared at him again, incredulous.

"What do you think you're doing to me right now?"

He almost winced. "Yeah. Of course I am. That’s what I do."

You softened a little seeing him struggle. "You didn't until you pushed me away. In fact, you did the opposite."

"But I would have. One way or another you'd always get hurt."

You rolled your eyes. "So you claim. But in the months we were seeing each other it didn't happen until you made it happen. You manifested your own fear."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, head hung low, looking every part the scolded child. "I'm a dangerous man. You shouldn't trust me."

"Then why get involved with me in the first place?"

"It was a good time."

"Oh, we're back to that again? Just in it for the fun?"

He groaned, head falling back in frustration. "At first, yeah. Then... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to see you as much as possible."

"... okay?"

"I'm not somebody who should be seen visiting you. It was too dangerous."

"And you think I could get hurt," you finished with a heavy sigh. "Why not tell me this instead of cutting me on the way out?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I thought it would be a clean break. You'd hate me and I'd walk away free."

You pushed back the sting of the truth. "So what's changed?"

"Nothing. That's the problem. I still can't stop thinking about you. This is... new."

You swallowed against the flood in your chest. "I don't know what to tell you."

"I don't know what I want to hear."

"I don't either, Jo. This... I really cared about you. I was trying to move on. Why are you here? Now? What is it you want from me?"

He took a step toward you nervously, hands still in his pockets. "Honestly?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"Everything."

That one single word and the gravel and sincerity with which he said it caught you off guard. Your stomach flipped, butterflies erupting despite your efforts.

"What does that mean?" you almost whispered.

"I don't want you to get hurt. I also don't want to lose you. I don't know what to do."

"Protect me. Be honest with me."

"What if I cant?"

"Be honest with me?"

"Protect you. You don't understand what being close to me means."

"Okay, tell me then. Show me, teach me. I don't know, help me understand."

He took a few more steps until he was in front of you, looking down at you, a sad aura about him. "You don't know what you're asking."

"Then tell me. Do you not trust me?"

He stroked the back of his fingers across your cheekbone, brushed your hair behind your ears. You sighed softly, your heart thundering. "You’ve never given me a reason not to.”

"Then let me in," you pleaded. "The way I see it you have two options. Walk away from me right now and never come back, or tell me what I need to know and we can figure out a plan."

He smiled dolefully down at you, taking your chin in his fingers, not especially happy with either option. "I... can't walk away from you."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"It's late. You should rest."

"I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow."

"I can come back tomorrow..."

"How do I know you will? Tell me tonight. At least something?"

He hesitated but ultimately acquiesced, sitting with you on the couch for hours confessing his sins, laying all the ugly truth out for you to do with what you would. You listened quietly, trying not to show your shock and dismay at his story, until the two of you fell asleep tangled up together.

By the break of dawn his fate had changed. You were in it whether you understood what it was or not, and he struggled with a foreign, agonizing feeling of vulnerability and fear. But it was far less unbearable than watching you move on.

He didn't have to be alone anymore.

[sansan9]

[thefirefleshedarchivist]

why TF this sonovabitch wearing airpods

[animeaestheticsthings]

🔥🔥🔥

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Pure malice

@ravenettegoth you called to the void and the void answered. Joker x paramedic!reader ~1 200 words of fluff Enjoy!

Her life was a mess as it was. Career as a paramedic destroyed her sleep schedule to the point of no return and the additional side job from Victor did not help at all. In moments like these one develops surprising ability to sleep at the most uncomfortable places. So, when [Y/N] decided to move with the wires she was working on to the couch it was a lost cause.  

[Y/N] woke up maybe 15 minutes later, maybe an hour. The only thing that was certain was that she hadn't slept longer than a day, as she was still sleepy. Wrapped in the omnipresent smell of cigarettes, she blinked her eyes lazily, recognizing the familiar interior of Light's hideout. The light she used to work was already off, only the side lamp gave off just enough light to look around the room. 

[E/C] landed on her work. The colorful cables were safely placed on a nearby table. She couldn't remember the time when she was conscious enough to put them away herself. The small screwdriver digging into her thigh suggested that she had fallen asleep with her work in her hands. She reached down to pull the tool from between the cushions, and the material resting on her shoulders slid down, exposing her to the unpleasant chill of the underground. Her body, torn from the pleasant warmth of her nap, shivered as she reached for the material. The black coat was nothing more than a blur of darkness in the dim light, but the smell of cigarettes emanating from it aroused no suspicion as to who it belonged to. 

A gentle and rhythmic movement at her side announced her companion's presence. [Y/N] tensed, her breath frozen, as she nestled between the back of the couch and the man's side. Blood roared in her ears as she frantically tried to find a way out of this situation. But so far, not a single sarcastic comment was dropped. 

She turned her head cautiously, glancing at the man. To her surprise, he seemed unaware of her awakening. Joker was leaning against the faded couch, his arms crossed over his chest, rising slowly in rhythm of his calm breaths. Most of his face was hidden by a red scarf as he rested his chin on his chest. Only a closed eye was visible between the loose strands of hair. Joker's pale skin stood out despite the darkness of the room, but the shadow under his eye seemed even deeper than usual. Was it just the poor lighting? 

Many of the people who inhabited the Nether were not ambitious individuals. Hidden in the darkness from the church's gaze, they lived their own mediocre lives. However, the longer she spent in the hideout, immersed in her work on the machine, the more she was convinced that the man before her was not one of those people. He seemed to constantly work on matters anything but trivial. Her gaze fell on the journal forgotten on his knee. The tattered pages hid secrets beyond her understanding. This state of matter suited her. Her hands were stained, but they had never delved into matters so deep and so soaked in politic. Joker had no such problems. His mysterious motivations pushed him much further than hers did. 

She returned her gaze to his face, suddenly strangely unfamiliar. Joker always kept his guard up. Even when he was carelessly joking and fooling around, or was busy with something. It could be seen in his lightning-fast reaction to any change in his surroundings, and in the way that no matter how much time they spent together, or how close he let [Y/N] get to him, his figure always remained shrouded in mystery, always keeping her at a distance. But this time the sharp features, smoothed by calm for the first time, seemed almost alien, unreal. 

Her hand slipped out from under the coat and reached for him, freezing mere millimeters from the pale skin. Unwanted touch was a plea for an attack from Joker. She had no doubt the man would be capable of a violent blow despite his calm demeanor. And one well-placed elbow would undoubtedly be able to dislocate her jaw. 

The problem was that [Y/N] was known for her stupid decisions. She held her breath as her fingertips gently brushed his skin. The lack of any reaction gave her courage and she carefully brushed her palm against his cheek. Fascinated, she watched this unusual sight until a purple eye flashed in the darkness. 

“Boo!” His voice was barely audible, but when his warm breath grazed her hand, she had no doubts. [Y/N] nearly jumped out of her skin as if electrocuted, not caring about the table or the cloak covering her. She fell to the floor, accompanied by the Joker's evil chuckle. 

* 

Joker's senses were heightened to their limits, and after years in the underground, his eyesight was the last one he relied on. The change in her breathing alone was enough to put him in a state of absolute alertness. Despite that, he didn't even move, his calm breathing masking his vigilance. 

He pretended to sleep, hoping that would be enough for her to leave him alone. He didn't have the strength to deal with her today. All he really wanted to do was collapse onto the couch in his own hideout and sleep, but someone had already occupied it when he got here. 

Joker's alert ears listened as the woman woke up and looked around. He was able to detect the slightest movement of her body. Including the sudden paralysis and slow turn towards him. He expected an immediate escape, sudden creation of distance, anything. But nothing happened. Despite the sudden increase in his curiosity about her behavior, his body gave no sign of it. He sat still, curious to see what would happen next. 

Well... The touch of [Y/N]'s hand on his cheek was definitely not the most likely idea. His mind was screaming in alarm, demanding a reaction. An attack, or rather a defense. Her touch burned with a fire that his generation had not protected against. It was strange, completely unnatural. 

But his body did not react. It continued to follow the gentle rhythm of his breathing, camouflaging the battle boiling in his mind. It allowed the warmth of her touch to spread deep into his bones, broken many many times. 

He opened an eye slowly, meeting her gaze. Despite the lack of light, he had no trouble seeing her eyes focused on him as they shined in the darkness. 

“Boo…” he muttered quietly. The word didn’t contain even half of his usual malice. It was purely automatic. A miserable way to act like himself in this unusual situation. 

The effect was immediate. Faster than he would have expected her to, she landed on the floor, her cheeks glowing red in the darkness of the room. A quiet chuckle echoed in his chest. 

And for the first time in years, it was sincere. 

[lurielart]

[puppygirl-gwyn]

part 3 of - i compiled even more of my favorite characters from anime.

(might be a while til i post one of these again)

JJBA is honestly one of the greatest anime out there imo and i have been profoundly moves by every part of it. i implore all of you who have not yet seen it to seriously consider watching it.

edit: replaced naruto shippuden with food wars because i noticed i had already used that for the last part.

here’s your way to the last part:

… and if you wanna get back to part one:

[bicxtlixx]

E esses três?

PORQUE NINGUÉM FALA DESSES TRÊS?!

Um deles como meu marido é eu seria feliz

[bricked-brutus]

Does anyone else have the same persona for every anime or x character just with a few things different or just me? But like don't get me wrong its not like they are a copy and paste they all are unique just not the name, looks, or powers(sometimes)