Help me with my hair???? I straightened it today just so I could see how damaged and long it really was, and it’s really frizzy and just blah. My natural texture is coarse and curly, and I already have 2/3 of it shaved (like a mohawk, sort of) but it’s kinda long on the sides and back right now because my head gets cold in the winter. Please remind me that my nose is too big to pull off a **edit: fully** shaved head, ‘cause big mood.
Anonymous said:Could you make an imagine where the tables have turned and instead of the joker not believing in love, the reader is the one that does not believe in love❤️ J tries to make her his, but she just can’t love..😢
Note: Thanks for the request. I TRIED. I hope you like it :) Also I was listening to ‘I can’t make you love me’ while writing so that’s probably why it’s a little sad OH WELL
‘’Y/N’’ I said her name as calmly as I could. The girl turned to look at me, her arms crossed and there was a slightly angry look on her pretty face. We were outside, in an alley in Gotham city. It was night, but the lights from the buildings allowed us to see. ‘’Go away Joker’’ She told me roughly, but there was pain obvious in her voice. I sighed, trying my best to keep my cool. She wasn’t just a girl, no not even close. Y/N had somehow managed to make me feel good things. She was a normal girl in her 20′s with a dayjob as a nurse, but at night she grew into a wild animal. I had seen her take down 6 men alone. She truly impressed me and ever since I had tried to make her come to my side.
Somewhere during that time when I tried to convince her, I grew attached to her. Yes I know, Joker likes someone? I didn’t believe it until I had to save her. For years I had been a cruel man who survived very well without a partner. I mean I had money, power and henchmen. I ruled Gotham and if I wanted to play with someone I had to piss off Batman. But then I bumped into Y/N. I ignored my stupid feelings for a few weeks, but back to the story when I saved her. Some wannabe gangsters knew that I had spoken to Y/N a lot. Of course they kidnapped her and tried to make me give them money and a part of Gotham that I ruled. I didn’t give them that, but instead I took a few of my goons and we attacked the sad losers. Then I saved her.
So I guess it was safe to say that I had feelings for this girl. I thought that she had feelings for me as well, but she kept pushing me away. She sighed and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked into her E/C eyes and hurried to think of something to say. ‘’Wait, Y/N don’t go’’ I growled, possibly a little too angrily, but I couldn’t help myself. She clenched her jaw,but listened to me. ‘’We could rule Gotham together’’ I told her, stepping closer by a few steps. ‘’I don’t need to rule Gotham Joker, I’m happy with what I got’’ She hissed madly. She was like an angry cat, ready to claw the shit out of someone. But behind that I saw her trembling. Something was wrong.
‘’I could keep you safe and you know that’’ I sighed, getting angrier as time passed. I was never good with my nerves, but damn I truly tried for her sake. When I got too angry, heavens knew what I’d do. ‘’You think I can’t help myself?’’ She raised her eyebrow at me. I put my hand against the cold tile wall and took a deep breath. Don’t get angry at her! ‘’No, but you’d be safer kitten’’ I explained as calmly as I could in the heat. Then I saw how her eyes started to glisten, almost like she was holding back tears.
‘’I-I need to go’’ She excused herself and tried to leave, but I was quick to grab her wrist. She tugged her arm, but it was useless. Although she stopped, she didn’t turn around to face me. ‘’Y/N what’s holding you back?’’ I nearly growled, sensing that someone was behind her sadness. Oh I’d slaughter that person if I knew who it was. ‘’Y/N’’ I said her name again. Her body was trembling ,but it wasn’t cold outside. ‘’Talk to me’’ I told her seriously. Suddenly she turned around and slapped me, out of the blue. I was so surprised that I let go of her wrist.
her body froze for a second, giving me time to see the shock on her face. Then the next thing I knew was that she was running away fast. My senses told me to chase her and teach her that no one could do that to me. If she wasn’t so special I’d probably hurt her, but I couldn’t. I was two minds in one now. I growled and tried to contain my anger. Then I kicked the wall and yelled out loudly. ‘’Fucking hell’’ I grunted and then rested my head against the wall. I tried to calm down by breathing slowly, but it was fucking useless. Then I started laughing. Sweet laughter left my lips and it turned into a loud session.
I looked at Y/N who was far away now and she’d turn to the left of right any second now. ‘’You’ll be sorry baby’’ I whispered by myself. Then I sighed and watched her disappear. Yes it hurt that she left, but the slap didn’t. I’d find a way to make her mine. I had to.
*the next night*
For the first time in a while I was nervous. I was dressed up in my favourite black tux and I even put my green hair nicely.I held a bouquet of red roses in my left hand. Aaand there was a sleeping gas in the roses that I’d launch by pressing a button. Maybe this was wrong, but I would do anything to make her love me. I stopped behind a grey door on the second floor of a building she lived in. Then I knocked on the door three times.
A few seconds passed until someone opened the door. It was Y/N. She was wearing a red nightgown that barely covered her bum. As she saw me, her eyes widened. ‘’Didn’t expect to see me?’’ I asked bluntly. I swear she looked kinda scared. It wasn’t the Y/N I knew, she could hit me if she had to. Now she looked terrified.
‘’Who is it?’’ A man yelled angrily in the background, making her flinch. ‘’Um..n-no one’’ She yelled back and then looked at the roses. Jealousy burnt in my guts. Who the heck was that guy? ‘’You can’t be seen here J’’ She whispered to me. ‘’But I got you roses’’ I pouted, trying to get inside. Y/N was between the door frame and the door, giving me no access inside. ‘’Thanks, but you need to get out’’ She warned me. Then I heard footsteps approaching. A man walked up behind Y/N. He had short brown hair, dark eyes and one of them was looking bad, like he had received a punch. He was wearing a dirty white T and sweatpants. ‘’Why the fuck are you here?’’ The man growled at me.
Before I could answer, he pulled Y/N’s hair and pushed her on the ground, making her wince in pain. That’s it. ‘’I was going to take her with me, away from a snob like you’’ I answered angrily. Then man was obviously afraid of me, but he was acting tough. ‘’Good luc-’’ he started, but I wouldn’t listen to that asscrack. I punched him in the other eye and then launched the sleeping gas right in his face. He grunted in pain, but a few seconds later he collapsed on the ground. I made my way inside to Y/N who was still on the wooden floor.
‘’He’s going to kill me’’ She whimpered sadly. I kneeled down and tried to see her face, but she hid it with her hands. ‘’You know he won’t’’ I sighed and then grabbed her wrists more gently than yesterday. Then I saw her face. She was crying. ‘’Yes he will you idiot! When he wakes up, I’m dead meat’’ She sobbed loudly, obviously scared of this loser. It made me angry. So I let go of her, stood up and grabbed my gun that I had inside the jacket. Y/N stared at me in horror as I loaded the gun and pointed at the sleeping douche. ‘’I wished I could torture him, but I can make it easier for you’’ I sighed and pulled the trigger, piercing his skull with a silver bullet. A smile appeared on my face as I saw the blood pooling around him, some of it ruining the wallpaper. I loved killing people like him.
As I turned to look at Y/N, I saw that she was in shock. Her eyes were open wide and she wasn’t breathing. ‘’See? He won’t hurt ya’’ I shrugged while putting my gun away.Slowly she turned to look at me. ‘’Leave me alone J’’ She whimpered and tried to breathe, but she couldn’t do it easily. First she was breathing really quickly and then her breath hitched in her throat. her chest rose wildly and her body was trembling again. It took me a while to realize that she was panicking.
Since I wasn’t good with words, I shut up. Then I got back on the ground and wrapped my arms around her. I didn’t like seeing her like this. I would do anything to keep her happy. I was so pissed that this man treated her like this.What if he was the reason she kept me pushing me away? If he was still alive, I’d skin him slowly. ‘’It’s okay now..’’I whispered quietly. Then I clenched my jaw and stared at the wall. Y/N was crying loudly now. Her arms were around my waist and she was holding onto my back. It felt good to finally hold her like this, but I hated the fact that she was so sad.
‘’I’m sorry’’ I apologized and then grabbed the flowers. She looked up to my eyes and tried to speak, but I launched the gas at her. Y/N breathed it in and I saw how it started to calm her. Her muscles relaxed, but she kept looking at me. ‘’I’m taking you home, you just need to relax’’ I explained to her and picked her up in my arms. Then her eyes shut and she was completely asleep in my arms. It gave me time to leave the apartment and get in the car. Frost was waiting for me outside.
As I walked down the stairs, my frown turned into a smile. I knew that what I did was wrong, but truth be told I was a criminal. I did things differently, including love. I’d make her love me. I walked outside and Frost stood there, holding the backdoor open. He was here with the purple lamborghini. ‘’We need to hurry, someone heard the gunshot and the bat sign in up there’’ Frost told me seriously. I looked at Frost and nodded. ‘’he won’t catch us’’ I growled seriously and put Y/N inside the car. Then I took off my jacket and put it on her, since she was nearly naked. I shut the door and got seated on the front seat ,next to Frost. He started the engine and it roared loudly.
‘’Let’s go’’ I nodded and leaned against the car door. Just as we drove off, I saw a black shadow coming closer. Batsy came too late. He tried to chase us, but the car was quicker. It made me laugh. ‘’Maybe next time Batsy’’ I giggled loudly at my worst enemy, but the person who drove my motivation. Then I sighed and tried to relax.
i cant believe there’s actual discourse about the fact that harmony is a better person than spike i mean everyone is a better person than spike and it just so happens that harmony is an actual Angel who was abused and tried her best to be good
I was super in love with this prompt, and then it tried to kudzu its
way out of my hands so that was a thing. So now it’s kind of… divided into 3
parts? Because this thing would’ve never seen the light of day due to me
obsessively picking at it and going back instead of moving forward. By chopping
it up it’s… somehow a lot easier to move forward.
This will ideally eventually feature some of my headcanons about the
fall of Overwatch, slightly modified to apply better to this particular fic B)
Also mildly canon-divergent in regards to Mercy’s position and role in the
story/organization, shh, don’t worry I promise I kind of know what I’m
2068 – OVERWATCH, ZÜRICH HEADQUARTERS
“The Iceland labs have gone dark, sir.”
Jack stood slowly from his desk, eyes slowly narrowing as the words
sunk in, sent the gears in his head turning.
“What do you mean they’ve gone dark?”
Lab goes quiet, lights out,
alarmed yelling, the first round of a firearm cracking into the darkness.
A/N: I love Lucien, when I read the books I tried to pick up on what others said to and of him. During the events of Hybern, Lucien was more surprised that Ianthe sold Feyre’s sisters to the king, then he was of the mating bond reveal.
- - - - - - -
Lying in bed tired from the day’s events, after months of sleeping on the ground it should have been easy to fall asleep. As if the Cauldron wanted him to answer his own question why the Night Court was so much better, numerous events kept playing in his head on repeat.
He stood in Tamlin’s study, holding a note of five short sentences. He was almost heart broken by the letter, surely they deserved more than just five lines. “What do you mean she cannot read?”
Tamlin growled his response, something that he was doing more and more each day. “Feyre is illiterate, the note is a fake. Go to the Night Court and bring her back.”
His memories warped to the second trial, the ceiling was close to close. He watched as she grabbed the second lever and hissed before glancing at the tattoo, Rhysand’s tattoo. She reached again for the second lever, and then reached for the first lever. But before pulling the third she had looked up at Rhysand.
Tamlin was wrong, she was not illiterate, she had spent hours in the library. When he checked on her before his morning patrol she would be sitting reading a book, when he returned she would have barely moved. A little voice in the back of his mind, oh but not always, only after the wedding.
That little nagging voice called forward his memories of the wedding. She had stopped before a cluster of red rose petals. The look of terror washed over her face before guilt and despair took hold. Feyre stood, not moving, glancing at him, then to Tamlin and to Ianthe, before returning her gaze to the red petals. When Tamlin reached for her, she took a step back.
The whoring prick purred, “At least, Feyre seemed to think so.”
She was going to say no, and somehow the prick knew it. He hadn’t come to piss off Tamlin, he had come to help her.
His memories whorled to her return from the first week. Not only was she in one piece, she had come back with a little more life, the dark circles had begun to fade. She had a little more bite, almost a purpose, but by the end of the interrogation the little bud of life was gone. It took one night for the night terrors to return and two days for the dark circles to claim her face.
His memories flashes again as he picked the emerald off the foyer floor. What had they done? How did they know that she was in danger?
- - - - - - -
They were back in the Spring Court, trying to regroup their search for Feyre, when they received a letter from the Summer Court informing them of the blood rubies. She had been so close.
“Tarquin, you know that she is being controlled, please recall the blood ruby.”
Tarquin laughing, “Don’t be as blind as your High Lord Lucien. Feyre is many things, but being controlled is not one of them.”
“Why’d you let them come here?”
“You know he saved us Under the Mountain. One word from him and we would have all been very dead. Lucien my friend, be careful there is something between them. The way he looks at her and she has sway over him, no one has sway over Rhysand. He was different than from Under the Mountain, the whoring prick we knew and feared only surfaced when the princess threatened to return Feyre to Tamlin.”
“What are you saying Tarquin?”
Tarquin looked at him with a sad grin, “Lucien, remember her last moments, before she snapped her neck and you’ll know what I am saying.”
His memories flashed back. Rhysand had picked up the ash knife. Not Tamlin. Not Himself. No Rhysand the most evil High Lord, Amarantha’s whore had picked up the ash knife. He lunged for the queen with every intent to kill. Over and over again until he could no barely move, even then he was still trying to get to her. To save her or to die with her, it was unclear. Feyre begged for him, asked for Amarantha to stop attacking Rhysand. Not to beg for her own life, but the life of another. In those final moments, Rhysand screamed for her as if his world would end with her death.
Without discussion, five High Lords that had never met the human girl stepped forward. His father would have never been the first, the last, but never the first to step forward and grant immortal life. Without a doubt in his mind he now knew that Rhysand had called them forward, caused them to act to save her.
His memories flashed to the events of today in those cursed Illyrian Mountains. She looked as if the Night Court had breathed life into her body and soul. She looked every ounce the warrior she was dressed as. He could now see why the letter only contained five lines, they were the nicest five lines she could write to the people she trusted and who in turn hurt her.
She was right the human girl died and he had failed to see it. Oh yes Feyre, the darkness has taught you many things, but it has also called you home.
Why do you love your Sans? That sounded... Weird, butt Yea the anon from before asking for your favorite
Lol it’s ok <3 I’ll go in order I created them.
Spirit - He was my first boy. I remember feeling incredibly anxious making my own AU as I’ve never done that or really tried to create an OC and share it. He’s grown into such a wonderful character, and I love him. He’s incredibly stubborn, but for good reasons. He’s very protective of those he loves, but also can’t easily let go of sins he feels he’s committed. He’s very pure though, and I love that he tries to avoid lying as much as possible.
Gane - My angsty angry boy <3 I love all my boys’ designs but I think his might be one of my favorites with his metal arm and lower jaw. I like playing around with the idea of mutated monster souls, and how he had to eat metal to avoid losing his HP during an explosion.
Tzal - My shadow baby… oh I adore him! He was actually loosely inspired by a character I thought of years ago. I tweaked it a bit, and added more complexity than just someone who had power over darkness. He has surprisingly good morales for a deceptive thief, and I like changing the dynamic of light and dark. Stereotypically darkness is associated with evil, while light is pure and healing. This is not the case in his world~
Rai - Originally he was a simple shy skele with a few shocking powers. But as he developed more he became more complex. He reads the codes of universes, and has a passion for music which allows him to communicate over radio waves across the multiverse. I love him because he’s shy at first, but is a very good friend and loyal. He gets frustrated from time to time, and will “reprogram” his approach if needed. His world is really fun to mess with, especially with my idea for two Gasters.
Almos - Like Tzal, he was based on an idea I had a long time ago with dream eaters trapped within the realm of dreams. He’s ethereal and difficult to understand as his own emotions are alien to him. The closer he comes to eating a dreamer’s soul, the more he learns to feel and connect with reality. However, this doesn’t mean he’d learn mercy. He could become a beautiful dream or a horrifying nightmare.
Shift - So he’s really really fun. I originally got an idea for him thinking about Lady Justice and wondering why sans wouldn’t kill the human during a dirty brother killer route. If any route this one felt the most illogical to me since he doesn’t even fight you. So, Shift actually isn’t a sans. He’s an alternate creation by Genocidal Gaster who banishes sans into the void to take his place as judge where Mercy has no place in his rule.
My version of G feels like an adopted son to me too, and he belongs to Borurou. I have been thinking about tweaking his design for my specific AU I have for him.
I also have one last AU I have not yet drawn the sans for, but he’s very important for my multiverse idea as well as Shift and his stolen universe. <3