#fleck

[druidshollow]

his arm is what

#iterator oc #rain world oc #off string au #rivers #phrases #fleck #druid animate #oc posting

[theanoninyourinbox]

I would like to think shellheart's father is a barncat

I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA FROM THAT ASK THANKS FERN

So Crookedkit goes to leave Riverclan, sneaking away when he thinks no one is watching...but Shellheart is too worried about his boy and finds him shortly after Crooked leaves. Shellheart isn't letting his kit go by himself - there's a feeling of unease, like someone is watching him, like someone is glaring full of hate. (He doesn't see the gray shape of his mate staring from the shadows - but there's no sign of a tortie molly anywhere) He's not letting Crookedkit (and how he hates calling his little Stormy that, even if the kit insists on it now) alone. He goes to Hailstar, leaving Oakkit in his and Brambleberry's care (leading to Oakkit taking a different path in life), and loudly divorces a disbelieving Rainflower in the middle of camp before heading off with Crookedkit to the Moonstone - maybe there will be answers there.

They stop at the barn for the night, meeting Fleck and Mitzi and her wild hoard of kits. Fleck mentions his adoptive father having a similar facial injury, maybe he can help? And Domino the broken jawed barn cat locks eyes with Shellheart the warrior, and everything stops-

Many seasons ago, Willownose the loyal warrior of Riverclan fell in love with a dashing loner, who tried to join the clan, but was rejected. They met in secret for moons, in a parallel to a long ago river tom and forest molly, except he met his kit - even named him! But another warrior found them, and to save his love and their kit, he feigned being a stranger, and was attacked. He was struck down, falling into the river, cracking his jaw on the stones, and waking to a strange molly pulling him from the river. Her body is soaked with rancid water, and her throat flaps open like a torn leaf on the wind, but he thanks her anyway - she must be a protector spirit to save him like that! (He only sees her one more time in his life, but Mapleshade, saving a soul far too much like her, begins to change. The river is walked by a molly in the mists, keeping wanderers out of the river.) He recovers with the help of the barn twolegs, and helps a molly raise her two kits. He sticks around longer than she does, and helps raise his in-all-but-blood kits raise grandkits when the father refuses to stay. And then Fleck calls him over, to a kit with his jaw and a tom and everything stops-

That's Shellheart's father

That's Domino's son

Domino, Mitzi, Fleck, and the kits join Riverclan - Dominojaw, Mistyglow, Fleckbelly, Sootkit, Piperkit, Mistkit, and Magpiekit. Oakpaw becomes a medicine cat, Crookedpaw becomes Crookedstorm, Sootsong and Piperleap and Mistnose and Magpiewing. Dominojaw sees the cat who saved him strike down Rainflower when she tries to kill her own kit for daring to thrive, and watches the massive tortie fade away in a glimmer of stars. But he sees her again, in a way - when he and Shellheart are called into the medicine den by Oakheart and Brambleberry, and at the belly of Willowbreeze, under the loving eyes of Crookedstorm, nestled between her three sisters, is a faded but familiar pelt. He suggests Glimmerkit for that one, and she thrives along with Silverkit, Minnowkit, and Shinekit. Dominojaw lives long enough to see his grandkit become Crookedstar, and then passes into the fields of Starclan.

And wakes to the loving eyes of Willownose.

(Oakheart still romances Bluefur, but he saves his frostbitten kit. Piperleap becomes deputy after Leopardfur shows her anti-kittypet side. Silverstream survives her labor, and her sisters Minnowstripe, Shinefall, and Glimmerscale help take care of the kits - while teasing Graystripe about his terrible swimming. Everything is a little softer and brighter, if for a little while at least)

#my art #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats au #hello from the void #ask answered #warrior cats design #warrior cats designs #crookedpaw #crookedjaw #crookedstar #shellheart #domino the barn cat #fleck #mitzi #piper #the gasping silver spotted one #soot #the laughing black one #mist #the blepping pale gray one #magpie #the loafing spotted one #domino the barn cat is shellheart's dad au #listen this idea hit me like a brick to the face #and I had to do it #mapleshade kills rainflower #as a treat #reincarnation #fixing the canon with a hammer

[lemnnshark]

"Fleck is a plump ginger tom with a white belly and thick, soft fur."

#warrior cats #fleck #fleck wc #warrior cats designs #loner

[ghostclangen]

moon twenty - leaf-fall net gain of 4 kits. i am... running out of designs.

#warrior cats #wc #clangen #clan generator #wc oc #warriors oc #gc update #quail #rosy #celebi #rook #tansy #fleck #auburn #crag

[profeyandere]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐅. ─── ☾ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃

Masterlist || Joaquin Phoenix Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Fem!OC

Warning: Anxiety attacks, mentions of drug addiction, swearing, fluff

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The first and gloomy hours of the morning were always the hardest for everyone in the small city of Gotham, the city that never allows to rest, regardless of what day of the year it was or the situation that each of its inhabitants was suffering. A place known for its high crime rate and poverty was supposed to not promote human trafficking in it, no one in their right mind would want to live there unless they had enough money to squander it wherever they wanted in the most expensive and expensive places. Anyone could buy a nice apartment in the rich part of the city because that was where there was a lot more security, but there was always some crazy person who thought that settling there would be a good idea just to tell others about how he survived a city where crime reigned, even if it had never been the best option, it was not currently and would not be in posterity to settle there permanently; such a gloomy city, with so much tension and self-loathing, only needed a small trigger for everything it was known for negatively to increase to stratospheric and unsuspected levels or to fade as it had arrived. Its citizens suffered from hunger, sadness, and pain. Each and every one of them had a tragic and horrifying story behind them, whether at some point in their life, they had been insulted by their next-door neighbor for not having shared sugar or salt with him or her, or it was because of some traumatic event that had been considered horrifying enough for oneself that one's mind had completely erased it, even if in reality that person continued to remember it every night in their worst dreams or nightmares that prevented from resting for much more than two hours a day; Living in Gotham was a survival game in which only the strongest or the wealthiest won, and that was what caused the city to be immersed in its small, central chaos.

For Arthur Fleck that was life, a game of survival in which his smile and positivity could not fade no matter how hard the day was. For as long as he could remember, people had always seen him as the 'weirdo', as that classmate who it was better not to approach or talk to because of the strange stupidity that could come out of his mouth and that would cause a great stir in the classroom or as the adult who it is better not to talk to because of how bad he looked, mainly because his extreme thinness and the poor condition of his clothes made people assume that he was some kind of drug addict who could become violent at any moment if they approached him, even if in reality it was quite the opposite and they were only based on prejudices when it came to seeing the people around them. But that was Gotham, a place where it was better to watch your back before some lunatic got the brilliant idea of stabbing you in it. He just wanted to live quietly, with his mother in their small, run-down apartment, and fulfill his dream in that city where opportunities are scarce or non-existent, where everything could be served on a silver platter as soon as you were born, or where you had to work hard to get everything you wanted. Becoming a comedian was complicated, the mere idea of making people laugh was something that truly made him happy because, from a very young age, he had been told that his mission in this world was to make people happy. But making people truly happy was complicated; Gotham was not at its best for its citizens to forget their daily problems because of a joke from a complete stranger, even if the intention was the best of all.

"Hey! You!"

The scream coming from a strange clown that was traveling at high speed through the central streets of Gotham City caused many passers-by to look around with curiosity, seeing the aforementioned running through the crowd of people who were walking in the opposite direction to be able to recover the clown enormous yellowish plank that had been stolen by a group of teenagers who were barely around fifteen years old; people with some education who preferred to make others suffer rather than fix their own problems and face them properly. They all laughed and made fun of the poor adult who wanted to stand up to them, being shouted and called by the one who followed them. It was an embarrassing scene for Arthur. These types of injustices were very typical to see in the city, and no one was capable of taking the step to stop criminals who only wanted to annoy a worker who needed to get his money honestly, even if he was a clown who earned very little at throughout the month; Belonging to one of the lowest social scales in Gotham, no one would stop for a poor person, but if it was someone who worked for one of the most important companies in the city, then there would be someone who would stop those young people. Evidently, no one would do anything, no one would notice the poor clown who was running as if his life depended on that sign, except for an intense and curious look of amber tones that did do it, that did notice that underprivileged person and, very contrary to what many would think, he would help someone else under the false mask he always wore with the intention of scaring someone else.

Arthur Fleck, the clown who walked around Gotham with his fist over his heart and on the verge of an asthma attack if he suffered from that disease, shouted in an exasperated manner as he crossed the avenue without realizing that a huge shadow was looming over him with every step he took, without paying attention to the agile steps of that person who was chasing them over the buildings, ignoring any indication that someone else was trying to help him; No, at that moment it was only him against the group of criminals that seemed so slippery to him. The boys were so young, so agile, and he was already a man barely over thirty years old, with a deplorable physical condition and with the health of a small child; It was evident that he would not reach them unless someone gave him a hand.

"Stop them!" He exclaimed again, accidentally pushing a couple whom he simply looked over his shoulder at an apology before continuing his chase. At that moment he couldn't stop to apologize to the citizens he ran over. "Thieves!"

The clown finally thought he saw a small ray of hope when he made sure that the young people were finally turning into one of the alleys of the street and, praying that this one would not have an exit, and they would be forced to stop and return the sign with which he had been working all morning, slipped clumsily on the soggy pavement and continued his run to reach them, without realizing that one of them was patiently waiting for him hidden between some of the boxes to attack him with his own sign. To everyone's surprise, before the hidden young man could even move to hit Arthur with his own sign, a strange weapon that none of those present could identify managed to destroy the sign before it hit the clown's face, causing the grimaces of surprise and fear appeared on the faces of those present; None of the kids had seen the armed clown, and there were no other people in that narrow place but them, or at least that's what they thought.

"What the fuck, man?" Said one of the teenagers strangely, thinking that the clown who was now lying on his knees in front of them had had something to do with the destruction of the board. "How did you do that? Which has been...?"

The entire group, including the adult who was trying to put together the pieces of the plank wet from the puddles of water around them, were enveloped by the darkness of the enormous shadow of the person who had come to the narrow alley to join the party. His soft whistle and his slow steps, with which the heels of his boots resonated, made the young people feel their hair stand on end, and a great shiver ran through their bodies, even more so when they became sure of who they had in front of them; that criminal, that whistle, that mask with small side horns, that intense pulse that he had to destroy whatever she wanted. Evidently, the boys, making sure who was threatening them with that amber gaze, ran in the opposite direction when they saw who they had in front of them, confusing Arthur into thinking that it had been him who had scared them away in some way; He had been so immersed in his attempt to reconstruct his sign that he didn't make sure who was standing behind him. He clearly noticed the shadow that covered the entire alley, so he turned his head slowly to meet the person who had scared away the young people, gasping when he saw behind him one of the most dangerous thieves in Gotham: Eclipse.

Eclipse was one of the villains that had emerged in the city a couple of months ago, one of the most threatening to tell the truth. Without distinction of age, without distinction of class, she always went after those she considered potentially rewarding targets for her person and extorted them intending to obtain money through threats and slight intimidation; very few had seen her, and people hardly talked about her because of the fear that the simple fact of mentioning her name caused in the hearts of those who knew her, and the only thing they could distinguish about her were her penetrating amber eyes that, before the little light in which she was usually found in Gotham City, they seemed to shine more intensely than the eyes of a feline and that his calm and impassive voice seemed like sharp daggers that he spat from his mouth and that stabbed into the skin of those who met him. They were with her.

"Look at this…" Her slightly threatening voice murmured that Arthur was unable to place. He had never heard her, so she was not a known person to him. "For such a happy man, you don't smile as much now, do you? Come on, clown, show what you have for me."

Eclipse's strange and exaggerated smile was slightly obscured by the woman's dark fiber mask, with which he could barely distinguish a feature of her other than the shape of her face or her amber eyes almost lacking pupils, causing my heart to jump. Arthur's heart was beating hard, and that uncomfortable lump in his throat that he hated so much appeared again for the fifth time during the week, being the first sign that that laughter that he hated so much began to come out from between his lips in such an exaggerated way that it replaced crying in situations of fear, stress, or anxiety. Seeing the sharp fangs of his attacker, his belt full of weapons that could perfectly harm him, and those boots just inches from his face that could leave a big mark on his face if he wanted to kick him, left him breathless. She could be on the brink of death, and he was just going to laugh about it. Just as Eclipse's smile had appeared, he vanished, hiding any trace of happiness or amusement as he saw the situation unfolding before his eyes. Arthur's outrageous laughter began to appear in a soft tone, at least at first, which he slowly increased as he saw death so close to himself; He would have suffered from robberies, from threats of all kinds, among which his own death stood out, but he had never suffered anything more than beatings or insults. He didn't think she could put an end to his own story.

"What are you doing?" Eclipse asked with confusion as he saw how the clown began to laugh. "Stop laughing. It wasn't a joke. Stop it! It's not supposed to be funny to you, damn it!"

Arthur couldn't stop, his attack prevented him from doing so. Contrary to what the villain expected the clown to do, he offered her a laminated card that Eclipse quickly took, turning her back to him so she could read it better due to the lack of light in the alley, while she listened to his scandalous laughter in the background and read what the card had written. It was there that the thief's pupils became more noticeable as she realized the anxious situation in which the clown found herself, which managed to confuse her at times because of how she was reacting contrary to how the rest of the population used to do, because which slowly turned to look at him to confront him, this time squatting in front of him while looking into his eyes, watching how the clown tried to cover his mouth and silence his laughter. It was a sad scene; A scared man laughed in the face of death.

"A disorder?" Eclipse questioned as she gently returned the card to its owner, being careful not to upset him further. "I don't know those things, does that mean you're crazy or something? Not in the sense that you have to be in Arkham, but you do need a person and all that stuff. Aren't there dogs that took care of that shit? You know, the ones that give you hugs and everything."

Arthur's rather hesitant nod made the villainess understand him better, at least in part, but her words failed to calm him down. She had never encountered a similar scene, and it was beginning to terrify her because she didn't know what to do or say.

"What am I supposed to do? There may be something..." Eclipse muttered, trying to get some answers to his questions so he could help the citizen dressed as a clown, watching as he hit his chest to calm down and grabbed his throat to avoid choking due to lack of breath.

The thief, seeing the way the clown looked at her with his enormous greenish eyes full of tears, felt something pushing her to place her small, thin hand on one of the trembling knees of the man who was still sitting on the ground while the other took one of his and placed it on her chest, allowing him to feel the soft beat of her heart through the black suit she was wearing at that moment. Her amber eyes collided again with his greenish ones, this time as if they were mutually in a trance that they hoped would not be broken in a short time, allowing him to guide himself with their breaths so that he could calm down, which he did as the minutes passed, listening to how the sound of his laughter diminished until it finally disappeared through coughs, causing the alley to once again be enveloped in a deep silence in which only the sound of the cars on the nearby avenue and the rapid footsteps of the inhabitants of the city could be heard.

"I have met people who have feared me, there are drunks who have pissed on themselves as soon as they see me, but no one has ever reacted like you," Eclipse murmured with some seriousness, remaining squatted in front of him, without making any gesture that denoted evil intentions towards him.

"And no one has ever calmed me down like you have," Arthur answered softly and shyly, feeling the thin material of the villain's fabric under his fingertips, receiving a frown as he believed he had acted badly. "Sorry."

"Don't say something like that again," the villain threatened, ignoring the gentle caress on his suit before removing the clown's hand from his person in the same way he did from him, standing up again to impose her haughty figure over his trembling one. "I'm one of the villains of this city, you have no right to say something like that. I am cruel, I must instill fear. You must fear me."

Eclipse's voice had tried to be threatening, scowling at him as he bared his teeth, in the same way an aggressive animal did.

"And you have calmed me down, that shouldn't be done by a villain," the clown said again, receiving a soft growl from the person in front of him. "You're not that bad."

At that moment, something seemed to change in Eclipse's eyes, and he saw in Arthur's eyes something more than fear towards her. Eclipse saw gratitude and happiness. Arthur saw surprise and remorse, she wasn't so bad after all.

#arthur fleck #arthur #fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck x oc #reader #you #oc #arthur fleck imagines #joaquin phoenix imagines #joker 2019 #joker #dc

[bookdragonquotes]

#today's words were #Astermite #fleck #tonight #vanoé getting married! #which I don't think they would even if they could #but let's pretend for a minute #vnc vanitas #noe archiviste #noé archiviste #vnc dante #dominique de sade #vanoe #vanoé #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #les memoires de vanitas

[marmosetpaw]

#warrior cats #wc designs #fleck #outside clans #crookedstar's promise

[izayoichan]

Shelter Stories: Teddy's Christmas tales

Teddy: You all ready to meet someone then? Good, let me introduce you to Fleck. Just how old she is or where she comes from, no one knows but her. I have been told that it's not nice to ask a lady her age. She came to the shelter after being found wandering the hillsides, thin and clearly not well. After a month of trying to find anyone she belonged to, it was decided that she would stay with us. Fleck is a friendly lady who loves attention, and you can probably brush her for hours without complaining. She also loved long countryside rides, especially if you find something fun to jump along the way. She also likes other animals for company, and I can assure you she has a comfortable back to sit on or sleep on! So if Fleck here sounds like the horsy for you, you'll contact us, won't you?

🎶

#the ward legacy #simblr #simblrstories #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #Teddy Ward #Fleck #Teddy likes Fleck #sleeping on her back is comfy #specially since she doesn't mind #and tends to stand still #no one ever found out who she ones belonged too #but she would like a new home #safe and friendly

[junoswarriorcatsdesigns]

Fleck

#Fleck #Loner #Outside clan #Crookedstar's Promise

[scarletfortune]

my mind forbade me from sleep until i sketched this dumb idea

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #dorbees #fleck #idk how to spell this little orbs name #scrawlit

[druidshollow]

fleck intimidates me to be completely honest

the darn eyes..

she wont stand for this slander

#druid draw #rain world oc #iterator oc #fleck #descent #i just wanted to draw des i miss her and the only thing im drawing with her in it rn is Very sad for her #here she is happier wahhhhr

[harleenfleck]

"5 years later" A letter for Artie

This is a kind of fanfiction/selfshipping. It'll be soooo cringely, yes is a warning haha, just wondering how is that Arthur comes back to my life after those long five years without him.

So, I hope you like it, oh my god, will be so cringely but i don't care hahaha! Based on a lot of Taylor Swift music, to be specific, "the 1", "right were you left me" and "daylight" Hope you like it! Again, sorry for the grammatical and language mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.

Hope you like it!

...

Hey. Hello?

Arthur? Arthur Fleck? Is that you?

It's me, hi. It's a very bad, really bad way to say "hello" as nothing after 5 years later, don't you think so?

It's hard to explain what is in my head now, in my heart and even in my lungs. I wanted to ask what happened to those years. How have you been? I hope better than the last time we saw each other. Something inside me wants to beliv you're better now, I want to belive it, help me to belive in it.

You're still in the same old city? I am right in my own old and sad town. A lot of friends of mine aren't my friends now. That narcisist guy who you hated to death is ruinning the life of another girl, hope she's okay and she'll be okay. I'm still in the same job I hate, but I try to make it better.

Speaking about it, do you remember the social worker who don't help you? I think what would happen if she could help you since the first moment... And you know what? Today I'm studying to be a Social Worker too. Everybody thinks was to get a better job and it's true in a strange way. But the real reason was you... I'm studying that career because I want to help, that help was deny to you, to help others like you.

I try to found relief and cure in music as you, I found a blonde and beautiful woman who writes songs of love, pain, girlhood, anxiety, sadness, freedom and poetry. I've heard her songs and I even go to her concert, was one of the best nights in my life.

And you know something funny? When you come back, all her songs about love started to come to life and make sense to me.

Do you remember "California"? That song we listened for hours and hours in midnights? You finally come back, and I want to take you yo California, forever.

It's kind of funny you back after I go on with my life, I have new friends, some of my old friends, a new partner who help me as you did it in the past. He treats me so well, so tender and gives me peace, sometimes I think both of you have the same soul.

I see you found love for your way, she's the character I've played for months and wanted to be, to convert myself to her. She looks like so interested on you, and I hope she treats you and loves you as I do. I hope you have her picture in your journal, I hope you dance with her with emotion and hold her hand with passion, I hope she laughs with your jokes as I did, I hope she helps you as I try to do in the past.

I never thought you'll come back again to my life, you were in my mind, my daydreams and my lungs after you showed in my eyes again. It's funny that I use "lungs" and not "heart", but since you come back, your name is in my breathing. Heart has envy to lungs now.

There's a lyric in a song who makes me think about you since I've heard it, "In a world of boys, he's a gentleman". Be a gentleman with her as you was with me before.

I think I'll bought a chain with your initial, and I'll use it for the rest of the year until our next date in October. I'll use it and you'll know I'm still owns you and you really knows me. I take this from a song of the blonde singer I've tell you.

I'm starting to think I'll never stop to love you, you show me after the darkest period in my life I can back to love again, to take me to the dark and scary night and bring me to the golden daylight. Maybe you know that I need to be saved again, and you're here to take me to daylight again... Thank you again, Artie...

With love

You know who I am

#arthur fleck #arthur #fleck #joker film #joker #joker (2019) fanfiction #joker fandom #joker 2019 #joker 2024 #arthur's day #fanfiction #i was very inspired #im scared about the new movie #but ill go to see him back #im so in love and obsessed #f*cked of head I think

[blueblossem2]

#warriors designs #warrior cats #flame #flamenose #nightheart #flamepelt #flametail #flashnose #flaxfoot #fleck #fleetfoot

[ghostclangen]

moon twenty-three - leafbare while i was drawing that last picture the person next to me leaned over and told me it was amazing and it's like "...are you sure"

#warrior cats #wc #clangen #clan generator #wc oc #warriors oc #gc update #SIGH. TAGS #hornet #charred #haven #lichen #rook #tansy #crag #fleck #auburn #fauna

[fluffybird1]

Cuddle time with Fleck!

#birb #birblr #bird #pet #pets #petblr #pigeon #columbidae #Columba #columba livia #old german owl x feral x homing pigeon #fleck #soft #squishy #cute #bedtime routine

[warriorcatsideas]

#fleck #loner #clanless #warriors #warrior cats #design #designs