silver meadows

The Joker x Reader  * How it all started* (Part 1)

Prequel to : The Joker X Reader 4 (part 1)

The Joker X Reader 4 (part 2)

    You enter the club, inhaling the scent you missed so much: cigarettes, alcohol, perfume, sweat, all blending together in an intoxicating cocktail. The music is blasting in the speakers and the strong base is making the ground shake. You are heading towards the bar when you are grabbed and pushed on the dance floor.

  “Dance with me, beau…”, the guy says, trying to make a move on you.

   “Get lost!”, you shriek with a bitter look on your face, not letting him finish, while slapping his hand away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, did I??”

    He ignores your request, reaching for you again. You dodge his hand, move a step closer and firmly squeeze his crotch, tightening you hold to the maximum. The young man tries to push you away but he can’t: it’s not the first time you’re doing this. He whimpers in pain, hitting your arm. You won’t let go. “You were just leaving, right?”, you smirk, finally releasing your grip. The guy bends over, covering his probably already bruised pride and slides down the glass wall, squinting his eyes in pain.


    The Joker is upstairs in the VIP lounge, watching everything that’s going on in his club from behind the smoky windows. He suddenly starts laughing maniacally, crossing his legs. “Auch, I bet that hurt!”. Frost is glancing out there too, trying to see what amused his boss so much. “Frosty, who’s the girl with the lacy yellow dress and bright red hair?” J points out with his cane in the crowd.

     “Ahh,” Frost answers when his eyes find you. “That’s Miss Y/N,sir.”

     “That’s Y/N?!” the Joker grins. “We’ve been doing business with her for a while…Maybe I shouldn’t let you take care of things so much, Frost. I’m missing on opportunities to meet…” he pauses, biting his lower lip “…new people.”

    “Of course, boss” Frost smiles, nodding his head in agreement.

     J passes his fingers through his green hair, holding it in place for a few moments, watching you take a sit at the bar and order a drink. “Tell her everything she wants is on the house.”

    “Yes, sir” Frost replies, already on the phone.


     You start sipping on your whiskey when the bartender leans towards you: ”Everything on the house tonight, miss.”

  “What? Why?…” you ask, surprised.

  The bartender points towards the VIP lounge. “Boss says so.”

   “Oh, he’s here?” you lift your glass towards the smoky windows and mutter “Thank you”. You hope he saw it.

    He did.


    You end the conversation on your cell phone, debating on what to do with the information you just got.  After a few moments you decide, so you take your drink and you head towards the stairs. Up to the VIP lounge you go.

    “Hi, Frost”, you snicker, seeing he’s already coming for you.

    “Hello, miss Y/N, it’s been a while". You take his arm as he leads you upstairs. The heavy security moves out of your way.          

    “Can I see Mister J?”

   “He’s already expecting you, Miss Y/N.” Frost parts the gold beads for you and stays behind.

    You enter the luxurious room and your eyes rest on the green haired man sitting on the velvet couch. His white shirt is unbuttoned almost all the way down and you can see a lot of tattoos on his pale, toned body.

    “Baby doll,” he grins at you, revealing his silver grill, “we finally meet.”

    “Mister J, it’s a pleasure”, you reply with a flirtatious tone, continuing to analyze him.

    “Kitten, turn around, let me see you.”  You giggle, slowly spinning on your high hills, taking a sip of your whiskey as you face the Joker again.

     “Prettttyyyy…” he purrs, gesturing you to come sit on the couch.

      You take two steps towards him when your favorite song starts blasting in the club. “Mmmm, I love this song,” you sigh, closing your eyes, starting to swing your hips to the beat.

    “Mister J, dance with me,” you plead, finally putting your drink down on the mahogany table nearby. The Joker catches the serious look that lingers on your face for just a few seconds. He is a bit intrigued; he senses something is not quite right. Nevertheless, he gets off the couch and comes to meet you in the middle of the lounge. His eyes narrow, and before he finds himself in front of you, you hear his warning:

     “I don’t like games, baby doll. Are you going to tell me what the deal is? Or do I have to make you?”

    You immediately drop your fake bimbo act, completely changing your demeanor and tone of voice: “The SWAT team will raid this place soon, looking for you. I’d say you have about 10 minutes left.”

    “Hmmm…” that’s all you hear before you get pushed out of the away and he heads towards the exit. He suddenly stops in front of the door, keeping it open.

   “Are you coming?”


    He’s speeding like a lunatic on the streets of Gotham, almost hitting cars and people a few times. That seems to amuse immensely, he can’t stop laughing. What a strange, interesting man, you think to yourself, opening your side window so you can feel the wind in your hair.

   “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll tell Frosty to drop your car at your place tomorrow. Where do you live?”

  “It’s OK, Mister J, I’ll steal another one. Not very fond of the color of my current one anyway. I really love your purple Lamborghini”, you turn towards him, just to meet his intense, blue gaze. Why the hell isn’t he watching the road?

   “Where…do…you…live?” he insists, pausing after each word, taking his hands off the wheel.

    “Umm..” you try to concentrate, pulling down on your short dress, “ Silver Meadows Hill.”

    “Fancy place”, he grins, with a sinister smile on his face. “Do they know what you do for a living?”  Hands on the wheel again, good.

    “They think I’m a dentist,” you confess, amused at the fact that this is very entertaining for him. He laughs again.

    “Well, actually I am a dentist; I went to school for that and I have a degree. It’s the perfect cover up.”

    “Beautiful and smart, I’m impressed,” the Joker winks and for some reason you fell your cheeks getting warm. That’s weird, you never blush. “Want me to take you home?” he suddenly offers, yanking the wheel and running over the curve.

    “No, not yet, I want to party some more. It’s my birthday today.” You don’t even know why you told him. That was stupid.

    “I’ll be damned, doll; we really need to party then. How young?” he asks, interested.


     “Ahhh,26, a good time to be alive,” he slams the breaks right in the middle of Gotham bridge. Holly crap, is he entirely crazy? You sure hope so. He’s definitely not boring.

    “Here, for you” he says, reaching for the glove compartment while leaning on your legs for support. You feel awkward but you resist the urge to kick him in the face like you normally would if some other guy would be doing this to you. He pulls out a box and leaves it in your lap, starting to drive again.

     “Are you sure?” you ask, uncertain, looking inside.

     “Yeah, yeah, I have another one, all yours”, J confirms, accelerating. You take out the beautiful gun that’s been personalized with diamonds and the Joker’s trademark clown face.

      “Wow, this is beautiful, thank you, Mister J”. Your heart is pounding, you love guns so much. You can tell this is an exquisite one just by holding it.

       “No problem, doll, I have to repay you somehow, right? How much money do you want?”

       “Oh, no money, Mister J, I don’t need pay for the information this time. But I definitely want this,” you chuckle, waving the pistol at him. He smirks, lifting his shoulders. “That’s fine,Y/N, I told you it’s yours. Oh, we’re getting there,” he raises his voice, excited.

       “Where are we going, Mister J?”

       “To celebrate!”, he replies, grinning his silver teeth at you. For some reason your mouth opens and you ask: “How old are you, Mister J?”

      “HA,HA,HA,HA!” his sinister laughter resonates in the car. “How old do you think I am, baby doll?”

      “Thirty…four?” you try to guess, but the truth is you find it hard to estimate.

      “Close enough,” the Joker smiles, scrunching his face like he heard the cutest thing ever. “ I saw what you did to that guy in the club,” he changes the subject and you get the hint.

     “Well,” you say, licking your lips, “I don’t like men to touch me without my permission.”

   “I touched you,” he replies and you can’t help but feel a bit of cockiness mixed with pride in his voice. “Does it mean I have your permission?” His eyes widen, waiting for the answer.


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MY FANTASY BABIES! I really should have drawn Elyle but he’s hard to draw. Maybe next time. 

I’m just now getting around to writing out page 17 for them and their universe. I have a lot of the plot point introductions set up already and the bigger characters already shown so I’d say I’m off to a good start. 

Walking in John Muir’s Footsteps

The ghost of John Muir accompanies every hiker through the High Sierra and, if you agree with Muir, a bond with nature that we all share.  In his autobiographical book, My Boyhood and Youth, Muir claimed that his passion for nature derived from a “natural inherited wildness in our blood,” which he believed exists in each of us In this short piece, Stargazer touches on that shared connection between man and nature.

We will talk about Muir more in future entries including sharing some of his writing.  Writing which has done much to shape our attitudes about nature and our responsibility to protect it.

By Albert “Stargazer” Wallace

My hike from Silver Pass to Tuolumne Meadows in the back country of Yosemite was one of my most memorable sections of the PCT. This is John Muir country. Muir was the 19th century geologist and botanist that wrote about and documented the glacial origins of Sierra Nevada mountain topography. His writings brought these mountains to life and helped to establish them as one of the great natural treasures of America. He was a founder of the Sierra Club and was its first president.

I camped across the valley from Mt. Ritter and Banner Peak at the end of a 19-mile day and 3,200 feet of climbing including Silver Pass. I had passed the Reds Meadows bus stop in the morning.  No ride to Mammoth Lakes for me in order to keep to schedule and resupply at Tuolumne Meadows. It was a two day hike further north up the trail. There was a box of food waiting there at the US Post Office.

Alpenglow on Banner Peak and the right Banner Peak

The night air was crisp and cold. I breathed effortlessly for so high an elevation. My alarm was set for 5:00 am. It was summer solstice, June 22, and the longest day in the year. 5 am was very close to day break first light. I was asleep by 8:30. My journey required a serious attention to detail, a never ending focus on trail miles. It was a regimen that would make a 10th Infantry Division army drill sergeant proud. This unit trained for fighting enemy at high elevation during the Second World War. My pack weight was equivalent to carrying an M-1 military rifle from World War II, ammunition and other military issue high elevation gear and traveling on skis.

The camp site was high above the Middle Fork of the San Joaquin River. The views to the west were breathtaking with the ice covered peaks framing the scene. This is a mountain first summited by John Muir in 1872. He wrote about his two day trek up the icy peak equipped with a piece of bread and no equipment. My tent was on a bluff east of the San Joaquin. Rising early I watched the rose colored glow on Ritter and Banner in the morning daybreak sunrise and snapped a photo with my iPhone. John Muir described a similar scene this way: “This was the alpenglow, to me one of the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God.” This was an adventurous hike through the most beautiful of nature’s gardens. My whole body and being was continuously in awe of this wondrous paradise I was privileged to briefly inhabit.

I passed scenic Thousand Island Lake which is the headwaters for the San Joaquin River Middle Fork. It rests at the foot of Mt. Ritter. I lost the trail and hiked half mile around the lake as if to count the thousand islands, caught my navigation error, retraced my steps and was back on the trail to Island Pass. The trail led me down to Rush Creek that feeds into salty Mono Lake. Then it was a 1,500 foot climb to Donohue Pass the southern entrance to Yosemite National Park. I passed down through ancient glacial moraines and snow fields on the north side of the pass and into a beautiful tree lined graceful valley which holds the Lyell Fork of the Tuolumne River. The Lyell Fork holds the most serene meanders. The river seemed to be in no particular hurry. Watching the clear graceful meandering flow, I became peaceful and serene.

This hike was like fire and ice: endless work and military self discipline, overwhelming beauty and serenity simultaneously. I walked in John Muir’s footsteps and experienced the alpenglow sunrise. Muir understood the subliminal connection of man to nature.


How can you hold an image in your mind?
To see
To feel
To touch
To find yourself lost in the glittering illusion that gives credence to the parlance of emotion?
You spell it out,
Folding it
Rolling it
Wrapping it
Tight, and tighter still about My cerebellum, until I can taste the flavor of ink that drips from the font of your pen.
How can I offer thanks for the lover and friend that has thrown words into My face
Slashing them
Screaming them
Impaling them
Into the darkest parts of My measured mind, sliding them unaware under the door to taunt?
Handing them out like candy to tease Me until I, in turn, answer in kind.
To fall into the vortex of languages spell, drifting along the hidden currents that sparks wildfires in the core of creative intuition.
Flung high..battered and beaten against the walls that fight to hold you down, and rebelling with each soul dripping splatter of venom that marks your mouth.
Or sent running over moon drenched meadows , silvers and gilded, laughing
Until the words fade from the screen, only to find they have been left in burning marks on the insight that was given, the window to a soul opened for a tiny glance into dreams
Given freely                                                                                                    

Virgo Moon


“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~Carl Jung

The lunar maiden sits under the mysterious veil of the Sign of Virgo, a crown of ivory lilies strung through silver hair, and a meadow filled with healing energy lights her way to selflessness.

Those born with the moon in Virgo are selfless, idealistic, tender, judgmental and insensitive. Many with this placement feel the nurturing energy in their life was analytical, harsh, health conscious, critical and pious or righteous in some way. Natives with this placement may feel that their feelings are frightening and the world is a place in need of healing, often leading to extreme martyrs putting themselves in situations where they must sacrifice something to help another, be it human or animal, they can be intellectual elitists, hypercritical, and powered by stress, which while motivating, it can be damaging.  An obvious opposite to the Pisces go with the flow attitude.

Emotionally moon in Virgo has trouble expressing its deep need to feel loved and help others, The emotions for moon in Virgo are not structured or organized, but messy and filled with the need to serve, they crave an inner order, thus they may come off as cold and sad if it this can’t be met, when in all actuality this moon is extremely emotionally loving and giving. Moon in Virgo is very service and health centric and may naturally be drawn to health fields, be it science, alternative medicine, reiki or therapy, moon in Virgo deeply longs to heal. The best healers have the deepest wounds.

Later that evening, Meadow Lark and Princess Luna got in a shouting match over which one of them was “the night”.  Canterlot Voice always wins out in the end though.

Guest appearances by Rusty Nail and Techno Wizard.

SS:  It was great, making everypony smile.  I even got to experiment a bit   I think that was when I earned my mark.  Meadow started helping, too, when I decided to stay ‘til close.  He was the first to notice it.

Red velvet raspberry swirl.  My first original recipe, and where it all fell into place.  I owe Miss Romancedy a huge thank-you, I think.


And so ends Silver’s Cutie Mark Story!  Yay!  *blows noisemakers*


Coffee Talk of

Gargle of [Who is suddenly a pegasus 'cause I’m a dummy…]

Seti of

Miss Romancedy of [I couldn’t resist the urge to draw that adorable floof of a mane!]

and Meadow Lark of ))

This is why I should never, ever be allowed to draw updates while at school.  At best, I will reverse colors and/or make small errors.  At worst, I get your species wrong.  X///X

Everyone wound up super washed-out, and I’m really upset about that.  Colored pencils only get me so close, but it’s closer than this!  At least Meadow isn’t green this time…


Working in the Vicinity of Narrative: Todd Hido and Darius Himes

Artist Todd Hido discusses his work and his latest monograph, Excerpts from Silver Meadows (Nazraeli, 2013), with gallerist, lecturer, writer and editor Darius Himes. Named for a street in the Ohio neighborhood where the artist grew up, Excerpts looks back on Hido’s upbringing and his dawning awareness of “the darker aspects of life beyond.

Don’t worry, it’s all fun and games between Luna and the kids.

The same cannot be said for Rusty Nail and Techno Wizard, who were unable to attend Nightmare Night this year due to being arrested for egging and TP’ing the Night Guard HQ.

Happy Nightmare Night, folks!


Dead Meadow

“Sleepy Silver Door”