Grillz by Lisa Michalik
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hold this for a second. / from harley quinn
For a brief moment, there's a puzzled look on his face, followed by an exaggerated 'Beg pardon?' expression. Then he simply shrugs and roughly snatches the offered item from Harley's hand.
"Mmmmm, let's see." Wiry hands quickly open the harlequin's purse and the Joker shamelessly starts rummaging through its contents like a kid searching for candy.
"Whadda we got here?.." He murmurs, totally absorbed in his task. The Agent of Chaos takes zero interest in her cellphone or wallet, casually throwing the things away along with the bubblegum he's found. A smirk twists his scarred mouth when he fishes out a tiny pocket knife and a bottle of mace. He nods in approval but continues his search.
"Ahhh!" he exclaims, dexterous fingers extracting a tiny object -- a red Maybelline lipstick -- and a connoisseur he is, Joker raises his eyebrows dramatically, closely examining the crimson shade. "Finders, keepers." He clicks his tongue. "I'm taking this one."
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Bout time for a proper joker drawing
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β five songs.
made of scars
This one came from looking
This one opened twice
These two seemed smooth as silk, flush against my eyes
This one needed stitches and this one came from rings
This one isn't even there, but I feel it more because you don't care Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah, because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
firestarter
I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated, yeah
I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated
corrupt
I could corrupt you in a heartbeat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet
What are you trying?
Oh don't even tempt me
Soon you'd be crying
I wish you'd trapped me
knife prty
My knife it's sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
I'm the new king
I take the queen
serious
Because you're too serious
You're gonna make me delirious
Because you're too serious for me
tagged by: my partner in crime @freakarus
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πππ§ π§π’ ππ‘π’πͺ π π πππ§π§ππ₯.
ALIAS / NAME:Β Natalie
BIRTHDAY:Β December 21st
ZODIACΒ SIGN:Β Sagittarius and year of the monkey
HEIGHT:Β 5'8"
HOBBIES: gifmaking, writing, reading nolanverse fanfiction, watching movies/tv shows
FAVORITEΒ COLOR:Β purple and black
CURRENTΒ BOOK: Mr. Mercedes, The Call of Cthulhu, and Snuff (reading simultaneously)
LASTΒ SONG: Ritual by Ghost
LASTΒ FILM / SHOW:Β The Cleansing Hour (2019), Lisa Frankenstein (2024) / The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (2024)
INSPIRATION:Β for writing Joker? probably rewatching some parts of The Dark Knight for the millionth time, watching fanmade tribute videos and rereading my favorite fics, listening to Slipknot/Korn/The Prodigy/Radiohead on repeat
BEHINDΒ URL: i wanted something between "an agent of chaos" and "the killing joke" so i came up with chaoticjoke. i thought at first it was the lamest url ever but now it's my trademark lol
FUNΒ FACTΒ ABOUTΒ ME: it was me who coined the word 'barbenheimer' here on tumblr and then a few days later it appeared on twitter and everyone thinks it belongs to some twitter user
Tagged by: @hexsreality <3
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i don't like asking you for help, but i don't have a choice.
Not sure if... serious?
These words make him blink. Twice. Joker's eyes narrow and brows furrow in confusion -- he's not sure if he's heard Batman correctly. The Batman's. asking. for his help? Really? Reaaaaaallllyyyy? Oh this is already so much fun. Even if this is another hallucination. The Joker can't really tell with all the Thorazine in his system they keep pumping him with these days. He wonders what might actually happen that his arch-nemesis would come to him, of all people.
He can't help it anymore -- loud maniacal cackling is now echoing off the walls of Arkham Asylum. The Agent of Chaos can't tell if it's a joke or not -- and that's what makes it even more hilarious.
"Ooooh, poor little Bat is desperate!" he announces, his voice is hoarse from both laughter and dehydration. "Ah, come on, spit out out already, Bat-man, I'm all ears!" He nods enthusiastically, encouraging the other to continue.
"But, before you do, I have a question." He bats his eyelashes at the masked vigilante, mocking. "What do I get in return?"
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Though we've never interacted a lot (due to language barrier in the first place and because I'm a shy bean) I am a big fan of your blog! Your aesthetics, character portrayal, everything, is a 10/10.
/Heeey! This is super sweet <3 it really makes me happy that you enjoy my blog so much :) you're always a joy on my dash, and though we haven't written (yet!) together, you're my favorite billy butcher and i also can't wait for season 4 of the boys ;) thank you so much, and never feel shy to approach or tag me in random things <3
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"Aw, you're still sore 'bout that. Wasn't personal. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, all that jazzzz." Hands gesture theatrically, corners of his mouth spreading into a fiendish grin.
"So, what did I do this time?" Joker whines, his greasepainted face cringes in a grimace of boredom and annoyance. "Do I get a DUI or somethin'?"
β you tried, remember? β words spoken through gritted teeth, his wrists burning, remembering. β and you wonβt be able to this time, either. β
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β Detective Sentences β @chaoticjoke β
It felt strange to question herself, yet, ever since she came here it felt like those thick walls that allowed her to analyze were beginning to crumble, leaving room for doubt. What she did recognize was that she had formed something like an attachment to one of her patients, The Joker, such a dangerous game to play, but she had full control of the situation, right?
Of course!
Harleen's distant gaze returned to her patient and their most recent conversation, her. With anyone as she would feel the need to lie, an act of false confidence, of course I know how to read them! Psycho-analyzing allows me to become them to understand them. Which, perhaps some of it was true, maybe it was her getting too deep into the minds of the 'criminally insane' that left her feeling lost and at night finding herself trying to, and on some occasions getting to the bottom of a bottle just to get some proper amount of sleep.
No, he got honesty. "I'm not so sure of that one, " The blonde paused for a moment, her thoughts attempting to collect themselves before she continued. Glacial blue eyes turned to focus on his eyes, "Would you say after our sessions that I am remotely close to understanding you?"
Gardens. An idea suddenly crossed his twisted mind while he was watching the pretty therapist thoroughly consider his every word. Oh, he liked how carefully she was trying to choose what she said to him, each session with him akin to walking through minefields. Mindfields. Fields. So, he thought, if he wasn't who he was, he'd be a pretty good gardener. Planting seeds and watch them grow. Grow into something... beautiful. All you needed was time. And he had plenty. He'd wait.
He could see the thoughts on that pretty face playing like a movie. The doctor was thinking too loud. Each session, each time they sat across each other, it wasn't about him. Each time, she was questioning herself. Her morals. And who she really was. But, the gentlemen he was, he'd do her a favor. The Joker was about to show her her true self. She was about to see.
"Wanna know.. what I think?" Joker drawled lazily, dark-circled eyes glimmering with amusement. He smacked his lips, continuing.
"I think we had understanding between us from the moment we first saw each other." He leaned in further as much as the restraints allowed him. "Wouldn't you agree, Doc-tor Quin-zellllll?"
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Took this pill and it swallowed me whole
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