#lilliryth

Kaliiiiiii ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Much thank, darling!!!💗🤗

This sounds awesome! I love open fields at night. It seems like there is no end to them and even if you're completely alone, you have this feeling that you definitely aren't. There are lots of fields like those around my house so I hit the jackpot if ya ask me haha and my dogs love it too :^)

Carding your fingers through his hair, that dark brown which you know and love so well settling back in... his hair is so soft and it falls through your fingers like ink. His hair is much like the man himself; it’s a vibrant green but when you get up close, you can see the parts of himself which have been so tormented and so abused breaking through. 

Joker’s breath catches as your fingers snag on a tangle and you press a kiss to his cheek by way of a silent apology. His hands grip your hips and he tugs you onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you up closely to him; he loves you, dearheart, and he wants you to be all that he can see, all that he can smell, all that he can feel and sense and know.

Joker wants to sink into all that you are, all that you have ever been and will ever be and to never resurface. You are his entire life, his whole heart and the saviour of his soul; and there’s never been a love like this. There never will be again and though you love him so much that sometimes it makes your heart physically squeeze in your chest almost to the point of pain, you know that never again do you ever want to love anyone in the way that you love your Joker.

“Please, Y/N, I - “

“Hush, darling. I know.” You’re safe with me. I’ve got you. It’s okay, Arthur.

OMG I LOVE CARNIVAL <333 this is so, so cute omggg~ if I saw Carnival, this would absolutely be me lmao I’d wanna take him home and keep him forever kskksskk he’s the only clown I’m not scared of lmao.

He’d notice straight away. There’s you in the crowd, a little to the side but right in front of Kenny’s Music Shop, and you has your hands over your face, trying really hard not to completely lose it. Still, as the clown winks at you, you blush and shout (to be heard over the jaunty tune) “you’re my favourite clown” (or something) and he blushes and makes a beeline for you, giving you his undivided attention. He would dip a gloved hand inside his checkered blazer pocket and withdraw his wand and he’d do that paper flower trick, Temptation Rag still playing as an accompanying piece. By now you’re drawing attention and a few customers go into Kenny’s murmuring compliments about the clown, and you see him blushing even through the greasepaint. 

“Thank you, sir. You - you’re really good at this.”

“Arthur. My name’s Arthur. Th-thank you. No one’s... no one ever really notices me.”

“Arthur,” You smile, tasting his name on your tongue. You like its flavour and you want more of it, of all of it. “My name’s Y/N. Wanna get a coffee when you’re done here?”

“I’d - I’d like that.”

Oh.

Oh.

He would... okay, it doesn’t matter whether you’re just friends or just a neighbour or just someone in the street. He would obsess over the cheek kiss for days, so much so that he takes to stroking the area even weeks later, his touch deliberately light just so that it mimics the ghost of your kiss long after it’s faded. He replays the moment over and over and over in his mind, like a broken record, and he just can’t get it, get you out of his head. 

If you have a crush on him and you kiss his cheek, then he’s gonna devote his days to making you happy. He’d bend over backwards just for half a smile. Arthur would become your shadow; anything you want, he’ll get for you. He’ll ration his cigarettes, deliberately ‘bump’ into you in the street just to be near you again... you’re both painfully shy, but that won’t stop Arthur, especially once he knows you return his feelings.

Ohhh omg -  🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺

“What’s wrong, angel?”

A light, breathy chuckle? “Wr-wrong? How could th-this be wrong? No, I - I - thank you. This is the rightest thing I’ve ever felt.”

He leans into your touch, the softest of smiles on his face as he does so, and his green oceans flutter shut, his eyelashes caressing his upper cheeks like butterfly wings, and Arthur smiles, he smiles, and he knows that he’s found everything that he deserves and more.

Same here.

I can’t even look at the GIFset without smiling so hard I start tearing up so if he did it in real life?

My ovaries would be like