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@laughn-a1
I should laugh, but I cry - because your love has passed me by. You took me by surprise. You didn’t realize but I was waiting. Time goes slowly, but carries on and now the best years have come and gone. You took me by surprise - I didn’t realize that you were laughing // arthur fleck from joker (2019) as written by heath
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i've moved arthur to the same url @laughn
alright, so i’ve decided i’m going to be revamping / moving blogs to start fresh. i don’t feel comfortable or happy on this blog right now so i just need to start over - i’ll be posting a promo for the new blog once it’s done x
roadtaster:
mike blinks, looking up at the figure from his slouched, half-sitting, half-lying position on the ground. words take a moment to sink in, & a furrow forms between the blond’s brows. ❛ no, ❜ he says, words mumbled into the collar of his SHEARLING JACKET. arms are crossed over his chest, hugging himself tight. ❛ i was just - ❜ arm extricates itself from ENTANGLEMENT ; gestures towards the man. ❛ - admiring your suit. ❜
DEMEANOR PERKS UP. sitting upright, leaning forward towards the other. giving a cock of his head, a crooked toothy grin spreads across painted face. stained hands remain linked together, resting on his lap. a theatrical nod of his head followed by spoken word. seemingly loud enough for their whole section of the train to hear.
“ oh of course ~ well then you’re welcome to stare “
soliswrote:
AN EXCITED GASP ESCAPES FROM THE BRIGHTLY - PAINTED LIPS on a pale woman’s face, her flouncing step running up towards the man stood nearby. He’s dressed as a clown; Harley loves nothing more than a GOOD CLOWN. She claps her hands together, beaming up towards his face & leaning up on her tippy toes. Pom poms shake on the ends of her shoes, & her pigtails bounce around her shoulders. “ HI ! OOOH, YOU LOOK GREAT ! CAN I GET A PICTURE ? PRETTY PLEASE ? ”
IT STARTLES HIM. her sudden presence. her rushed and excited words. shoulders tense, he holds brightly colored sign firm in hand. no-one had ever asked for a picture before. normally passers by give him a glance at most. well, that or he’s getting beaten up. he isn’t quite sure what to say. but collecting his bearings, he gives a slight now. shuffling closer to her. cautiously.
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rosescut·:
SHE HELD AN ICE PACK TO HER CHEECK , looking over at him as she sat away from the other kids , having gotten in trouble with some of the bullies . ‘ i let them hit me . ’ she admitted quietly , her free arm hugging herself . ‘ it’ll just make them fall even more when they get knocked down . ’ there’s a soft pause before she looks at him . ‘ you’re arthur right ? ’
BACK AGAINST BEATEN LOCKERS. dented metal and faded paint. hands casually in coat pockets. a slow nod is given in response. not replying further to the matter. but returning to the former. “ why would you let them? now they think they’re tough shit~ “ he spoke as though he himself would have been able to fight back. of course not. he was too frail to do any sort of damage without a weapon. in fact, if it had been arthur, he would probably be in worse condition than lizzie is right now.
brainwrangler:
SHE WAS VERY STILL, , unmoving as she watched the other move, , watched as she glared, , watched as he tested her - - she knew she was being watched too so she just stood, , hands behind her back as fingers tugged sleeves down as not to give anymore of her weaknesses away- for he seemed to already know where they all were, and wasn’t afraid to call her out on them - so much like any other prison visit she would remain still , , and try her best not to let personal feelings in -
“ still there - just lost ” hands stop moving behind her as she speaks they clasping her jaw tightening for a moment as she unwavering stares into the green hues she has stared into many times, , how different they looked in this moment (but how similar ) to the ones she used to know. as she stands there heart beating loudly in her chest , , gaze on the man she used to know his words sting - she was being naive , , she was choosing to have hope in someone that was most likely gone - however no matter his words or her mind, , she would firmly believe in him as she always had, “ do you have a lot of visitors ? “
SLOW, HANDS LOWER. gaze unwavering. the laughter suddenly stops. grazed digits slide down painted feature. smudging greasepaint. streaked downwards. the motion was fluid, and soon his hand returned to his side. the other slipping into his coat pocket. they had contacted cori when he had been arrested. she was listed as his most recent psychiatrist and was immediately called in to the police station where they were keeping him overnight. this was the first time cori was seeing him like this. in a strange way, it was painful for arthur to let her see him this way. she was one of the only people who was ever nice to him. BUT NOW SHE GOT TO SEE THE REAL HIM. there was no hiding anymore. what was the point? every day of his life had been spent trying to be normal. but what was the point? he knew he wasn’t normal. and he wasn’t going to pretend to be anymore.
there’s a sharp intake of air, followed by deep huff. eyes shut. collecting his thoughts. turning his back to her, shuffling feet to the center of his cell. short dragging sounds on concrete, the soles of shoes. he spoke again now. much calmer. composed. yet he remained facing away from her. “ no - who do you think would visit me? “ as he finishes his sentence, eyes are cast over his shoulder to meet with her once again. before suddenly the laughter elevates again. hunching forward, hands covering face. it was wild and berserk. there was something different about it than before. it wasn’t hollow. it wasn’t forced. it wasn’t painful. it was joyous.
@kaspbraktm said: BLOOD COVERED
IT WAS RELENTLESS. laughter rang through bleak atmosphere. choking on his own breaths. he grabs at his throat and face in desperate attempt to stop. to muffle sound. the body lay lifeless in front of him. crimson liquid staining pristine white tile. roughened skin. dirty clothing.
the sound was like wails. horrific and cruel. hands tremble. fingertips numb with the sensation of the act he had just carried out. the scene before him was brutal. gruesome and appalling. yet what he felt wasn’t guilt. it was CONFUSION. confusion at his own emotions. something he felt often but not quite like this. not in this sense. he was perplexed that he didn’t feel guilty. he had ruthlessly ended someones life and yet all he could do was sit there and laugh. he cried and yet the laughter still somehow overwhelmed it. not even the other’s presence seemed to stop it. not even an onlookers judging stare. he didn’t care anymore. it was funny.
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‘ I’VE BEEN RAMBLING AGAIN HAVEN’T I ? ’ she asked with small smile . ‘ sorry sorry , he just gets on my nerves with all the deadlines . ’ she never thought that being a proffessional photographer would be this stressful but then again , she did her work well , so she was often in high demand . ‘ anyways how have you been , i made sure to clear my schedule today so that i could hang out with you ! ’
HAD HE SAID THAT ALOUD? shit. it had been unintentional. he had become so lost in his own thoughts that he had begun to speak them. calloused hand moves to cover his mouth nervously now. gaze cast to the ground, brows furrowed. a slow nod is given, refusing to catch her gaze now. his embarrassment was evident. hunched shoulders, curled posture. “ yeah - i’m alright “ muffled through dirtied fingers “ it’s been a rough week “
reclot:
his parents told him not to wander —— it was easy to get lost in a big bustling crowd such as one at the circus. but michael never listens & he`s kicking up manure dirt when he sees a clown ! & he does what he does best , following from the unnoticeable distance until he`s so close , you can`t escape.
❝ are you … a real clown ? ❞
IT WAS BUSTLING. the circus was loud and littered with eager crowds. but he wasn’t exactly trying to keep a low profile. that much was obvious. matted green hair falls over scrawny shoulders, covered by bright red suit jacket. face slathered in make up. he turns towards the voice. eyes wandering for a moment before falling on the small figure before him. the sight forces a smile. a twisted familiarity in the mask he wore. “ of course i am~ “ is reassured as he leans down to the other’s height now. words are low and hushed. as though meant only michaels ears. “ i like your mask “
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@pistollips said: “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!”
A KNOT FORMS IN HIS THROAT. eyes wide. brows raised as his sentence falls flat. suddenly his mouth feels dry. suddenly his palms feel clammy. his breathing quickens. the anxiety was overwhelming. he was in shock. taken aback by her abrasive comment.
“ i- well i- .... what? “ he stumbles over his words, they spill out carelessly as though he was in a daze.
For my whole life, I didn’t really know if I even really existed. But I do. And people are starting to notice.
hi! we haven’t gotten the chance to write yet but that hasn’t stopped me from being the amazing writing and portrayal that you bring to this character. the care you have for arthur is palpable and allows any reader to really see him in an interesting way. keep on being amazing! 🖤💚💜
omg thank you so much anon! this honestly means a lot to me, i’ve always been kind of unsure about my portrayal of arthur and feel like i’m not really doing him justice so it makes it worth it to know that someone finds my writing interesting and entertaining ,, i’d love to know who you are so i can love you forever :) feel free to hmu with an im <3
bathtook:
He fights the urge to PANIC, to kick out against the chair he’s tied to. “What do you WANT?” Absurdly, he thinks he had a childhood friend who was terrified of clowns. They’d never bothered Stanley, although he was beginning to reassess that. Patty would be so worried when he didn’t return home. “Money? Revenge?”
EXHALING SMOKE. blowing it straight into the other’s face with a sly smirk. joker didn’t want anything. he didn’t know this man. and he certainly hadn’t done anything to him personally. he was just very much in the wrong place at the wrong time. “ i jus’ wanna have some fun~ “
pherotox:
❝ the LEAST you could do is hand over the remote… who knows, your ugly mug MIGHT still be on the news. ❞
HIS GRASP TIGHTENS. holding firmly to the remote control. “ i’d much prefer to watch this~ “ his eyes narrow at the monty python skit playing on the old television, refusing to look at her.
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brainwrangler:
this is the most tragic, difficult thing she has ever had to deal with in her entire life, , being beaten, , kidnapped and tortured was easier than this, , that was a cake walk- but sitting here with him , , with this new person J O K E R - - it was a new level of heart break she had not in all her years has ever felt. there was no time to morn Arthur, , once the mind is broken the way his is theres no time to think, , so here she sat her hands in the lap of her tan velvet skirt , , brown hues resting calmly on her patient which he still was, , he always would be - there wasn’t a choice in that, it wasn’t up to anyone else, not the people, and not the JOKER.
“ you haven’t died . “ her tone was soft, , lips turned in a soft smile, , everything about her was soft- - just as it always was for Arthur, and how it would be n matter what happened, , she was a professional and every emotion she was feeling needed to be put away, , she wasn’t going to get in the way of the progress that he was in need of, , “ feels like it doesn’t it ? “ she shifts slightly in her seat as her eyes focus into the others, her fingers moving to fix her sleeves as she did so, , she hoping to show that she was comfortable even if everyone else was not- - “ but i know you are very much alive Arthur, , you’re just hiding right now.” she gives a slight nod, , “ and thats okay. . ill talk to my new friend. “ she offers teeth in her widening smile as she spoke, “ Joker, , do you do stand up as well ? or is it just your name ? “
THERE WERE SIGNS. signs that this was imminent. this person. no, arthur wasn’t gone. he wasn’t dead. not really. he had just changed. but so drastically he wasn’t arthur anymore. he was joker. a murderer. and to this person, arthur was dead. there was no chance of him returning. that part of him was gone. for good. but perhaps that wasn’t the case. perhaps there was still hope for him. despite how much it didn’t look like it right now. maybe he could be helped.
SMILE SPREADS ACROSS PAINTED FEATURES. careful movements up to the bars of his cell. hands grasping slowly onto cold metal as he leans close. crooked teeth bearing. a low chuckle raises into full laughter which never seems to cease. arthur had always had a peculiar laugh - but now with the way he looked it was just ... creepy. “ naive, as always “ words slither out with malice soaked tone. green hues are deadly still. watching her. seeing right through her. “ always wanting to see the good in people, hm? well where’s the good in me now, cori? where is it now?! “ he shakes the bars violently. this really wasn’t arthur anymore. he was a mere shell of his former self.
nightheroics:
he’s keeping count, somewhere in his head. Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen...just enough seconds for his other victims to be out of the building so he could have the clown all to himself. And a raise of his arm and he’s flung from the ground onto the top of one of the crates, hovering just above him as the smoke finally clears. The calm and ease at which he finds him almost unnerving him where he stood, perched as a black mass of shadow and rage.
“ it’s just us now. ” He murmured, a low growl in between lips, as if that was important. As if it could change the mad man’s mind from doing anything more than hurting a few civilians. “ Put your hands up behind your head. Don’t make me force you. ” The threat crawled out of him so severely, guttural words uttered from a distance. A tremble that was more rage than the subtle fear he felt as cold sweat running down his spine. His hand reaching for another batarang ; gaze following every weak flex of movement for any surprises.
STARE WAS INTENT. focused sharply on the freak. yet he was calm. unwavered. he simply smiled as he watched him move. simply cupped his hands behind his back with ease as he was threatened. allowing his cigarette to hang from his lips. smoke rising delicately into the frosty night air. head tilts as eyes narrow with curiosity. curious as to what the others next move would be. he had the higher ground yes, but he should know that he wouldn’t go easily. “ you’re going to have to try a little harder than that~ “
FINALLY HE AVERTS HIS GAZE. towards concrete as he takes slow steps around him. circling. he felt relaxed enough to look away from him. to not have to watch his every move. that cocky. but arthur joker found this all to be far too predictable. slyly now, cigarette is removed and thrown to the ground without care and swiftly stopped out. with a deep breath he stops in his tracks and turns his entire body towards him, giving him a cock of his head and look that egged him to make his next move.
