#write that fic tho. you'll have made something you love and that's the most rewarding thing ever

[jokerfic]

I just wanted to let you know that your fics are my favorite Joker x Harley fics ever. I have toyed with the idea of writing a Ledger Joker x Harley fic, but I just don't know that I have anything new to add to the world that hasn't been done before! How do you go about writing a ship that is well established with characters that go back 85/30 years without feeling like you're writing what has already been written?

omg. hello. first of all thank you so much for saying that about my fics-- I wrote Bad Jokes 16 years ago now and after so much time and so many changes in the way I write, it's hard not to look at it and think of all the things I'd do differently now, all the different choices I'd make. I know if I really look hard at it again I'm just going to pick it to pieces (and you guys would behead me if I messed with it too much) so I tend to just leave it totally alone. it's always a sweet reassurance when people tell me they love it even all these years later 😭

secondly, the insecurity you're feeling-- about not having anything new to add-- is a super common one for writers in every genre. they say there's nothing original under the sun. they say there's, what, seven basic narratives? and that every story ever written is just a variation of one of those seven plots. that line of thinking may be true, but it can also be a prison. it'll chop your legs out from under you and stop you from making anything before you even begin. you gotta refuse to let it paralyze you.

the thing is, yes, we're all telling variations on the same stories, but you're the only you, and you're the only one who can tell your stories. I can't tell your stories. You can't tell mine. I'm assuming that the urge to tell your own Ledger Joker/Harley story comes with notes, scenes, conversations in your head, things that you haven't seen in other fics (at least not to your satisfaction), things you'd like to focus on and talk about? if you don't have a single idea of something you'd like to put to paper then it might be that you just like the idea of writing a TDK jarley fic, but I'm betting there's specific stuff you're thinking about-- if I were you, I'd start stringing that stuff together and start wrangling it into some semblance of structure, see what you're working with. you might end up with a 5-page one-shot. you might end up with 200 thousand words. you're not going to know until you commit to executing the idea and start trying to hammer it into shape :)

what I will say-- and what I'd do differently if I was writing Bad Jokes now instead of then, and y'all may disagree with me-- is that I think with a well-established story like Mad Love, or, for instance, like Bruce Wayne's backstory, pacing is key. If you give your audience the same backstory for their fifth or tenth or twentieth time, they'll tune out faster, be less likely to stick with you to see where that backstory leads. if I was writing Bad Jokes now, I'd focus less on the ins and outs of how Arkham is run, less on following Harley's every step as the story progresses-- I'd trim a lot of that fat, spend much more time on the actual dialogue between Joker and Harley and reveal story details through the conversations they have instead of through Harley's inner narration, would probably do a lot more from the Joker's POV (back when I first wrote it he scared me too much to do it too often, lol). Everyone knows how Arkham is run and everyone knows Harley's path leads to the Joker-- you don't have to spend a ton of time on establishing all of that, because it'll tire you out and will potentially bore your audience. the meat of your story is going to be in the things your readers don't already know, in the Joker and Harley's specific chemistry with one another and the ways that chemistry is demonstrated, in the things he says to her to tempt her away from structure and stability.

or you could revamp the story completely. ditch Mad Love, re-imagine it, take Harley Quinn and put her into an entirely new Situation. you could literally write a coffee shop AU. there are no rules! what appeals to you? what do you like in the things you read? what do you feel is missing in the things you read that you'd like to bring to the table? start collecting those things in one place and use them to inform the story you want to tell. it'll come together. your joker/harley story is one that none of us have ever heard, you just have to write it!

[fireofjudgement]

That's what I like

Fandom: High&Low

Pairing: Ice x f!reader

Summary: His rules were simple and your obedience has always been rewarded. But when you became too comfortable and decided to disobey, he had to make sure you'll never break the rules again.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: this fic is strictly 18+, minors and empty blogs do not fucking interact or you'll get blocked on sight, swearing, established relationship, mentions of porn, sexual content: d/s dynamic, Ice is a mean dom, dumbification, restraints, gagging, humiliation, fingering, edging, teasing, taking pictures/filming during sex, baby/princess mentions, masturbation

A/N: Ever since I watched the first High&Low movie I knew I will write for these men but I definitely didn't expect Ice to be my first choice. Oh well. I think he fits this idea perfectly and I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy this short little brainrot lmao (tho I don't think anyone will read this since he's not a popular character but he is in my heart). Also I've been struggling with some really bad writer's block and haven't written anything in like 3 weeks so this isn't the best.

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"Aww, poor girl.." 

His voice was so calm, so reassuring, his tone as sweet as honey and yet.. you knew his pity was fake, his intentions far from innocent. One look at his face and you knew this was going to be a long, long night. But you've brought this upon yourself- you made a mistake and now he's going to make you pay for it. In his own, wicked way.

Maybe you should have listened to him. Maybe you should have followed his rules, they weren't that strict afterall. No cumming without his permission, no touching yourself unless otherwise stated, no porn or other sexually explicit content while he was away. Simple, right? He warned you about the consequences, should you ever disobey, and you knew he was a man of his word. 

But oh, how difficult it was to follow the rules when he's been neglecting you for almost a week now. You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, but that didn't change the fact that you were starting to feel lonely in your relationship. Busy with something related to Mighty - that you couldn't care less about - Ice was barely spending time with you anymore. It became a new, disappointing routine - he left before you woke up and got back long after you fell asleep. With nothing but a few texts and calls here and there, you started to lose your patience.

These crumbs he gave you simply weren't enough anymore, they didn't satisfy you - you needed your boyfriend by your side, not god knows where, taking care of another shady business, possibly risking his life. But as much as you cared about his safety and wellbeing, you had to admit that it wasn't the main reason you were upset. No, it all came down to something way more..trivial. You were an adult, of course, and an independent one at that, you could live without him for a week or two. But your pussy? That was a completely different story.

You missed the intimacy, it was as simple as that. You missed kissing him, touching him, you missed having him inside you. The way he always knew how to make you feel good, how possessive and dominant he was in bed, even if a little mean sometimes. Nobody has ever loved you like he did, nobody has cared for you like him, nobody even came close. And he knew it damn well. He knew how good he was in bed, how attracted to him you were and he knew you loved him more than you've ever loved anyone before. He knew you wouldn't ever leave him and he liked to take advantage of that.

"What was that? Is it too much? Aw, it's such a shame you can't say anything with that gag in your pretty little mouth, isn't it?"

But at that moment you hated him, you genuinely did. You hated how amused he seemed despite the tears running down your face and your muffled sobs, you hated the look in his eyes - he looked..hungry, like an animal that hasn't eaten in a while, ready to devour you. And most importantly, you hated how fucking good he made you feel, the humiliation and his fake concern making you clench around his fingers. You wanted to scream, beg for him to go faster, deeper, to fuck you already but you couldn't. Tied up and gagged, completely at his mercy, you didn't have a choice but to give in and accept your punishment.

You knew he was enjoying this, you could see it and you could feel it - his hard-on pressed against your naked core and a cocky grin on his face, both growing as he continued torturing you. If you could think straight, you'd probably be embarrassed by how fucked out you were already - your naked body wiggling and squirming under his touch, your pussy completely soaked, wet sounds filling the room as he finger fucked you at a painfully slow pace, drool and tears running down your face and onto the sheets. All that while he didn't lose a single piece of clothing yet. But he knew you were enjoying it too.

"Look at you!" He cooed, his free hand ghosting over your nipples, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. "Aren't you just the cutest? Such a dumb little plaything, all wet for me. You look so pretty right now, maybe I should take a picture, hmm? So next time you remember to follow the rules." 

You tried to shake your head but your body betrayed you. Unable to move or say anything, you simply watched as he grabbed his phone and took pictures of you, his fingers never leaving your swollen cunt. Your mind cleared up just for a brief moment, when you realised he wasn't only taking pictures, oh no, he was filming you too, but before you could even start worrying about it, he sped up his pace, your mind going blank again. 

"There you go baby! Don't worry about it, you're doing so well. So fucked out and pretty for me.."

How much time has passed since all of this started, you weren't sure but it must have been at least a few hours. Hours of teasing, edging and humiliation. He'd go faster, trick you into thinking you'll finally be allowed to cum and end this torture, then slow down or even pull away completely when he knew you were so, so close.

All of this because you couldn't stand feeling lonely anymore and decided to play around a little, touching yourself to some random video you've found online. However you quickly realised the poor acting, fake moaning and ridiculously bad dirty talk weren't doing it for you, so you tried to think about one of your many nights with Ice instead. And it worked - the oh so familiar fire in your belly was growing fast, spreading to the rest of your body, your boyfriend's rules long forgotten.

Unfortunately for you, that night Ice finally finished the deal he's been working on for so long. And with that, for the first time in days, he was able to come home early, excited to surprise you. Thinking about the previous week and your lack of communication and intimacy, he did expect you to be upset, maybe even mad at him but he most definitely didn't expect to walk in on you naked, spread on your bed with your hand between your legs, the room filled with fake moans and other obscure sounds from the porn you were watching, mixed with your, very real ones.

He would never admit it to you, but it almost made him happy to catch you breaking his rules. It meant that he had to punish you and it was one of his favorite things to do. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you like this..tears stained cheeks, your hips moving involuntary, desperate to make him go in deeper. He had full control over you, over your body and mind - it was intoxicating. He didn't want to stop and he knew you didn't want him to stop either.

"Aww, are you getting tired? But I'm not done yet, princess. I need to make sure you won't break the rules again. So just let go, let me do the thinking and just feel good for me, okay?" You barely even registered his words anymore, all you could think about was the way he made you feel, the overwhelming amount of sensations he provided to your body, the mixture of pain and pleasure. You knew it wasn't going to end anytime soon. And you didn't want it to. "That's it, just like that. That's what I like to see.."