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I know I've been away for an eternity, but joker is still alive and well over on @writingxthexsilence

I would LOVE to have some shit to write for him over there. The ask is open and ready to be stuffed full of interaction.

meme || accepting

@strongerthanmadhousewalls

56. Slacker vs. straight A student

so boring.  all of it.  college was full of normal, useless, boring patrons.  no one ever wanted to have fun.  they were all too busy with their noses stuck in their books.  all scattered around campus.  he couldn’t find a single, seemingly available person to screw with.  he was getting restless. 

then a flash of blond pushed past him and toward a nearby building.  a smirk tugged at his lips.  a brow raised in curiosity. she was fresh meat.  he followed her through the stairwell and to her classroom, occupying a seat two places behind her.  he could watch her the whole time.

this went on for weeks unnoticed.  but in a surprising turn of events, he’d grown to enjoy watching her.  he’d memorized her class schedule and turned up whenever the mood hit.  lately, every day.

this day was different however.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

meme || 28 days later: A wakes from a medical coma to a desolated city scape that is populated by rabid, living zombies. When A encounters B, they join forces to fight their way to safety.|| accepting

@rxttenheart

“Errggh.”

he stretched himself as long as he could.  his entire body ached.  his throat was dry.  his voice raspy when it fell through the silent room.  it took a few moments for his eyes to open and he was forced to shield them from the sun coming through the blinds. 

where the hell was he?

oh yeah.  arkham asylum. 

the lovely doctors there had decided to try a new and improved treatment on their most infamous patient.  their first lifer. 

but where were they now?

he slide from under the covers and planted his bare feet on the cold floor.  when he stood, he nearly fell under his weight.  his legs were weak. what the fuck had they done to him?  he’d never felt so incapable in all his miserable life.

slowly he made his way toward a window and wasn’t sure if he wanted to be ecstatic at the sight of the chaos below, or afraid of the crumbling bodies walking around the city streets.  he squinted to try and get a better look at them.  they were…decaying.

his brow furrowed in genuine confusion as he continued to watch.  eyes glued to the mass of bodies shuffling through one another.  the soft sound of boots in the hall only momentarily took him from the room’s view.

meme || 31. Waiting for office hours || accepting

@rxttenheart

he’d been sitting.  for hours. these assholes sure did take their fucking time.

he pulled his phone from his pocket and smirked to himself.  numerous messages popped up on his screen.  he’d been on the prowl the night before.  sorority houses full of vapid girls only worried about one thing.  getting drunk. 

and oh how he’d helped them along.

now he had his fill of drunken pictures waiting to be seen.  too bad for them he’d just delete them.  after checking them out of course, but they’d all end up in the trash bin no matter what their hopes were.  j wasn’t interested in taking any of them seriously.  they were all normal.  so boring.

as he perused the images he hadn’t even noticed the blonde walk in and sit a few seats away.

meme || 23. You keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows|| accepting

@frost-whatcha-need

he wasn’t studious.  in fact he hated college.  it was pointless.  four years of passing tests and handing in papers that end up in the trash once graded.  all for what?  a piece of paper saying you’re smart enough for the job. 

fuck that.

but it did offer plenty of opportunity to muddle around the minds of the plethora of playthings surrounding him. 

as he rounded the corner to his most favorite place on campus a grumble rumbled in his chest. 

he leaned forward to study the teeth poking from beneath his lip. he was close enough now to see that it wasn’t makeup covering his face. his skin had turned chalk white after his dip in the acid pool. warm and bubbly as it ate away at its pigment. his red lips turned up in a sneer as he straightened back up.