#theclownprnc

[abyssurviveda]

kinda plotted starter for @theclownprnc​

IT’D BEEN HOURS SINCE THEY FIRST SET OUT - ----since the clown had energetically danced around his place , urging the blend to pack whatever she needed that would do for a couple of weeks ; since he bundled her confused form into his car and started this even more bewildering day . ❛ sooo---- gonna tell me where we’re going yet ? ❜ blend would have been concerned , afraid even that this was all a ploy to drop her stranded somewhere like a dog , but his constant touch on her ( hand gripping her thigh like a vice , digits waywardly tucking strands behind her ear , his hand tapping excitedly against her knee ) and the fact that he refused to allow her to pack more than necessary , soothed any thoughts or qualms blend had about her potential stranding . ❛ ‘cause i gotta say , if this is some weird way of taking me out to the sticks so you can kill me and leave my body scattered some place , you’re kind of missing the most important thing ; surprise . ❜ means it all in jest ; knows he would never ( unintentionally or non consensually ) hurt her , but blend would admit that doesn’t quite stop those creeping worries that she may in fact , be in some substantial danger , ❛ ----just saying ; if you kill me jack , just know , i will come back to haunt you and will haunt you by sorting everything you own alphabetically ; that’s a promise . ❜ of course the one thing blend can think to threaten the clown with is neatness .

[alreadybrcken]

{ ♛ x @qquinntessential​ & @theclownprnc​ x}‌

Being invited around to Jack’s own nightclub wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence. In fact, he had become quite the frequent visitor. Mainly for business, of course - a majority of the people surrounding Jack in the VIP area had now become customers of their own - though it wasn’t unheard of for Tommy to accompany Jack back home afterwards. If they even made it that far. Bathroom stalls and storage areas had proven quite convenient as well. Not exactly his preferred choice, but Jack just seemed to know exactly what buttons to push. 

Tonight was yet another one of those nights. The bouncers at the door let him through without a second thought - Tommy’s face being a familiar sight by now - and the same thing applied to the security stopping anyone who tried to enter the VIP area without invitation. It wasn’t that he was unfamiliar with that sort of treatment (both money and reputation had opened a lot of doors in the past couple of years), but he had to admit that there was a certain feeling of pride given this particular club’s reputation. Gaining access to the VIP area, let alone Jack’s little corner, was notoriously impossible. And yet, here he was. 

His eyes found Jack first, and a little grin involuntarily snuck onto his features. Hot Handsome as ever. But just as Tommy started to approach the other, another familiar face came into his view. Blonde hair, bold make-up, extravagant outfit. Harley. The sight of her caught him so off-guard, that there was a brief pause in his movements and he had to remind himself that it might seem a little suspicious to just stop walking like that. What an awkward coincidence to have them both here at the same time. It wasn’t that Tommy was worried about either of them finding out that they weren’t the only one he was sleeping with (he wasn’t exclusive with either of them, after all; something they had made clear on more than just one occasion), but.. Given that they both seemed to frequent not only his bed, but oftentimes his mind as well just made it feel.. Weird to be confronted with it like that 

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he found his seat opposite both of them, and placed a small package on the table between them. “Here’s the goods, just as ordered.” One arm was draped over the back of the seat he now found himself on, and he studied Jack’s features for a little longer than strictly necessary. Then he turned his attention to Harley and decided to go the whole ‘I have no idea who that is’ route. “And who’s that, eh? Haven’t seen you around here before.”

[cvrsdordr-a]

theclownprnc asked: “ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?” [ insert double spiderman meme ]

it all had happened too fast, perhaps the three or four drinks of pure vodka were not the wisest decision while being on duty. but tonight had been a quiet night, this might have been the reason why a robbery came as a surprise. the sight had been blurry and the hold on his gun was shaky. unclear of whom to shoot - if shooting should have been on his mind at all. many thoughts had rallied up and eventually got the better of him. the captives were human shields and the cop ran straight into their trap. before he had even the chance to save himself from a lifetime of sorrow was adan the one that pulled the trigger. unintentionally shooting those that were but innocent bystanders. ‘’ i didn’t fucking mean to! ‘’ there was no reason to answer, no reason to scream at the person that asked the question. still self hatred was a tool others could exploit easily. ‘’ they jus’ stood in the way of police business. so i had to... had to go though ‘em instead of letting ‘em get away! ‘’ 

[qquinntessential]

miscellaneous angst starters. | @theclownprnc​ said: i didn’t mean the things i said.

❝   YOU SAY THAT EVERY TIME !!   ❞

Even she is stunned by the outburst that barrels past smudged scarlet, but it doesn’t stop puffy eyes from locking onto his visage. HE who induced this SORROWFUL STATE and who has done so time and time again and will do so over and over. Breath is still torn to shreds from the sharp sobs that wracked thin frame, bones threatening to FALL APART with each heave. Oceanic gaze is TUMULTUOUS as it studies the form she’s not sure is capable of bearing any true REMORSE. She’s felt his WRATH and his CONTRITION too many times. SHE’S NOT SURE WHICH IS WORSE. A sniffle precedes her elaboration, the makeup running down her cheeks not assisting in her attempt to piece back together the MASK she feels the need to don.

❝   You say it EVERY TIME and every time, NOTHING CHANGES.   ❞

[withaconscience]

closed unplotted unprompted starter for @theclownprnc

“Hey, man, listen: I know you’re...angry that I killed your dealer guy, but it was just a job, okay? I was told the bare minimum about him and...that was it. I didn’t have anything personal against him. Okay?”

He’s sitting in a chair with his wrists and ankles bound together with rope. (He could probably get out, he just hasn’t thought up a far enough plan to know what to do after that.) All he could tell was this guy in here with him radiated unpredictability.

It felt a little bit like being back overseas.

[gotham-incarnal]

[ @theclownprnc random smut. Wow thread number 46474 i threw at you today oops ✌😭 ]

Lazy but deep kisses. Bruce againstthe counter, fingers knotted in fabric yanked Joker closer. Then Bruce pulled away, panting. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide in excitement and mischief and desire.

"Could I be... entirely yours for today? No decisions, no worrying, just... trusting you and-- and following orders?" That sounded INTENSE but... Joker understood. Right? "Red, yellow, green yeah?"

[smallblueboyscout]

@theclownprnc​ said: “I only play games to win.”

“But that’s no fun! Losing can be really fun if you have fun the whole time. Like-Like dad races Flash, even though he’s gonna lose. Are you a bad sport? Is that why you only play games to win? Why are you a bad sport? Do you want help with that? I can help with that. Or I can try anyway. Can’t promise how effective I’ll be, but I can try! Does fighting B count as a game to you-” He’s going to keep going unless you stop him.

[zeitlosleben]

@theclownprnc​ asked: ❛ No live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ❜ ( hey there! )

Eleanor could have made a point to contradict him, but only if he had been wrong. “Well, that’s why we have alcohol... along with other much stronger things,” she said as she brought her glass to her lips. “It silences everything around you long enough to get you through the next day, and then you repeat it as many times as it is necessary, nothing wrong with that. Everyone deals with things their own way, of course... some ways are far more enjoyable than others.”

[catbrglrmoved]

         “ somehow i always know my night is going to go WRONG when i see that painted face of yours. “  ----------------------  @theclownprnc​​  ⁞⁞ ❮ joker. ❯

[abyssurviveda]

plotted starter for @theclownprnc​ !

THE SOUND OF FLESH COVERED BONE AGAINST SKIN IS LOUD - -----in the echoing quiet of the night as fist meets face ( face she’s seeing clearly now ; face she’s recognising as not what she once thought it to be ) .❛ you piece of shit---- ❜ how easily those same words fell from her lips months ago ; before that inevitable night in that motel , before weeks that soon turned to months of sharing each others presence , of sharing each other's skin , of soft & whispered promises spoken into the night . . . . until that morning . that morning that shattered , what blend sadly recognises now , the charade . ivy wasn't blind anymore ( couldn't be an investigator if she was ) , so she didn't miss the signs of it once she began to look for it ( oh how blind she'd been before ) . ❛ you think that i wouldn't notice , huh ? ❜ another punch , this time delivered to his gut ; fist throbs at the collision , tears burning earthy green orbs as blend bodily shoves him into the nearing wall ( how they had each performed such action mere months ago ; how different it seemed then ) . ❛ you think that i , a fucking investigator wouldn’t notice ? do you think i’m that dumb , or are you that egotistical ?! ❜ a shove away from him , ivy not even bothering to hide how tears over spill and run down her face , voice never raising above a hissed whisper ❛ were you ever going to tell me ? . . . were you ever going to say ? ❜

[alreadybrcken]

send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine // accepting @theclownprnc

[overgrownboyscout]

@theclownprnc​ replied (x):

uh OH

        “You better drive your little clown car out of here real fast, Joker.” 

[qquinntessential]

aggression   //   sexual  tension .  | @theclownprnc​ said: 🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat . ( >:o))) )

She’s not sure what she’s done this time to bring upon his WRATH ( ?? ), but it must’ve been something. After all, cool metal is pressed up against her neck, threatening to spill CRIMSON and stain the floor beneath her. She isn’t particularly motivated to play the part of HELPLESS VICTIM, however, despite the concrete pressed up against her shoulder blades. No, today she’d rather put on a brave face and bear her teeth. Cherry lips part into a grin, a dark brow quirking upwards as she directs her gaze directly at him.

❝   Is it PLAYTIME already ??    ❞

[gothamincarnate]

‘ you didn’t have a pulse! how in hell are you already standing?! ’ // jason? :o

JASON TODD AND THE TERRIBLE HORRIBLE VERY BAD NO-GOOD DAY. A play in three acts: The runaway! The reunited! The regrettable! The tragedy-comedy gets a BROADWAY REVIVAL after three long years.

Opening scene: a warehouse. It's always a warehouse. Something about ROBIN'S screams echoing off a cavern of sheet metal must add to the ambiance.

Swing n'a hit! The crowbar strikes his temple and he goes down. REDBREASTS' bird skull cracks. (The helmet was a GREAT idea in his resurrection rebranding) But the magic latticed between calcium carbonate chalk absorbs the shock. (No subdural hematoma this time 'round!)

He's on his own on the icy concrete floor and he can't breathe. Old scars make his bones itch. Panic locks him in his own head. He can't reach out for help. Can't meld and merge himself with the City whe he needs it most. They're in Gotham. Right in the heart-- right below the earth a few miles away is the thrumming buzzing heart of the City.

Come on! Come on. Limestone curved over his arm stretches, crystals spreading out into a circular sheild. At least the parts he made himself are working. Just gotta breathe. Arm curls over his head as he tries to focus.

Wham! Bang! Scrape! Metal strikes fossils. He tries to ignore it. Imagines himself sinking down, down, through the foundation and topsoil and layers of limestone and clay to reach the heart.

There! The City awakens from a bleary month of hibernation. From the diner right before Dalton Bridge to the tattoo shop in 130th to the Green Building towering over the Arts district to Wayne Tower on the Business Center.

Everything tints orange, wires buried under the foundation tangle up the walls. Below his fingers, the paths itch in his fingertips like STATIC ELECTRICITY. Lights and switches and breaker boxes all awaiting instructions.

Things are different now. He's stronger. (As long as he keeps his cool.)

PLOT TWIST: the hero of the story can't die! Well, he does, for a few minutes. The corpse-bird rattles out a SECOND final gasp.

The warehouse lights dim and spark and twitch in their casings. The cracks in the armor creak and pop limbs back into place. The HORRIFYING dent in his helmet begin to convex back to it's original form.

A gasp. His eyes open, face to face with yet another explosive. THE GOTHAM GAZETTE GIVES IT TWO STARS FOR RETREADING OLD GROUND. (Though this one he can't turn off, thwarted by simple BATTERIES.)

He finds footing and somersaults himself out of the line of fire. The cracks in his ribs itch as magic braces and splints the injury. A patch job to keep him standing. More of that Becoming.

KILL THE JOKER. The order rings clear in his head-- at least the thing constantly jerking his puppet strings shares his goals. He stands, chest heaving. Reflecting mirror-pupils flicker from within the dark skeletal orbits.

"That's the thing about killing a Bat." He chuckles. Too arrogant, showing his hand too much. But damn, it feels good to see the calculating manipulative bastard OUT OF THE LOOP for once. "We protect the city. The city protects us. I'm a dead body moving and I've got all of Gotham on my side." He grins wild and wyrd.

Time for a rewrite.

HEY, BATTER, BATTER!

[redsleuthed]

“ What? Is that all you can take? I’m very disappointed in you. “ 

@theclownprnc​ |  TORTURE SENTENCE STARTER

          The laughter of the other helped spur a week long, repressed rage. Problem? Yeah-- a lot. Tim lost a significant amount of blood to the point his vision started to blur. In fact, the other tried to keep his balance, even attempting to reach towards the Clown Prince of Crime, but failed when his body betrayed him. His hand swiped at a mirage of Joker, only to be knocked back with an unidentified object. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t going to last long with the lunatic, and would suffer the same outcome of Jason. The only smart thing was to take the beating. After all, it was a huge insult to Joker about his existence. 

              Tim crashed onto the cold, concrete floor, coughing up blood. His muscles ached beyond anything he ever felt, not even when Lady Shiva trained him back then. In the back of his mind, he knew Bruce would come to his rescue. Or Nightwing. Please--- he didn’t want to suffer any longer. He didn’t want to die Jason Todd.

              Another blow from behind, rendering Tim limp. His vision tunneled, as he phased back to unconsciousness a few times. He could hear his pulse loudly in his ears, his head heavy, his limps refusing to put up a fight any longer. He felt his body grow colder by the second, and yet Tim refused to play along with his sick, sadistic games, holding in every grunt and groan. Joker’s footsteps caused his heart to race, as the other got closer to him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the finishing blow.

              Either way, Nightwing and Batman knew where to find Joker, even stopping his crew from continuing their terror on the streets of Gotham. If he were to die, Tim would die with the upperhand. Joker was off the streets again, in Arkham where he belonged.

               His breathing hitched, as it became harder to breathe. He coughed once more, then glanced upwards towards Joker, shivering a bit.

             ❝ ...... ❞

[spiriituma]

@theclownprnc​ asked: ‘ would i lie to you? ’ ( for dick grayson? )

Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters

Robin scowled, spitting out blood onto the floor and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “WELL-- seeing as you’ve never given me any REASON TO TRUST YOU?

YEAH. Yeah, y’know what? I think it’s pretty safe to say that you WOULD, in fact, LIE TO ME.”