We haven't been commenting because Jenn hasn't mentioned the story here, yet, and we didn't know where to put our praise, pimping, and offers of sexual services.
The cackle comes hissing through the walls, brushing up Lex's skin and making him twitch.
"Word is, Jenn is writing Arkham fic." The Joker giggles, high and long.
"Word is she's writing the Clark sections." Lex reminds him, and that's fine, because Devin gets him. Gets them all. Gets them to burn.
"But Jenn won't forget us!" Joker's voice is petulant child's, then rises and quakes with laughter. "We're unforgettable! Devin's seen to that!"
Lex snorts but doesn't answer. He and Devin both know that no matter how grotesquely fascinating the mad clown prince is, he isn't Lex's other half. Lex remembers Wasteland and breathes deep. He licks his lips at the thought of A Handful of Dust, and Somewhere I Have Never Traveled brings tears to his eyes. Then he imagines the strength of arms not human around his shoulders, and because thought is as real as anything else in this place, he turns to Clark and licks a slow slide along the alien's jawline.
"So how will you love me this time?"
Clark looks at him through lowered lashes, then leans in so close Lex can feel clark's breath on his cheek.
"Ask Jenn."
edited to fix italics and to place in Devin's thread.
*Revives Devin, helps her over to the sofa and offers her a cup of water.*
So you like it?
Joker elbows CJ aside. "Of course she liked it! I was in it! and I laughed!" He turns to preen in a large mirror with baroque gold frame that has just appeared up Devin's sofa. "Women can't resist my laugh!"
"No one can resist your laugh." Lex says as he sunters up. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets and he watches Devin with half colsed eyes even as he continues to address the Joker. "It's something about the opiates in your laughing gas."
"Nonsense!" The clown prince hisses, whipping around to snarl at Lex. Then he seems to remember something and smoothes his expression into its normal rictus grin. "It's my porcelain complexion they love!"
Lex nods absently, still focused on Devin. He crouches down next to her head, pulling his hands from his pockets. He's fast, but she still sees the shake in his fingers before his knuckles whiten as he grips his knees.
"Tell me." He whispers, and his eyes are wide now, round with recent madness. "Tell me why Bruce hates me so much?"
If you don't send me feedback, I will sob uncontrollably for hours on end, until finally, in a fit of depression, I slash my wrists and bleed out on the bathroom floor. My death will be on your heads. Murderers . -- Unknown, on feedback BTS List
That's why he goes bad, you know -- all the good people hit him on the head or try to shoot him and constantly mistrust him, while there's this vast cohort of minions saying, We wouldn't hurt you, Lex, and we'll give you power and greatness and oh so much sex... Wow. That was scary. Lex is like Jesus in the desert. -- pricklyelf, on why Lex goes bad LJ
Obi-Wan has a sort of desperate, pathetic patience in this movie. You can just see it in his eyes: "My padawan is a psychopath, and no one will believe me; I'm barely keeping him under control and expect to wake up any night now to find him standing over my bed with a knife!" -- Teague, reviewing "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones" LJ
Beth: god, why do i have so many beads? Jenn: Because you are an addict. Jenn: There are twelve step programs for this. Beth: i dunno they'd work, might have to go straight for the electroshock. Jenn: I'm not sure that helps with bead addiction. Beth: i was thinking more to demagnitize my credit card. -- hwmitzy and seperis, on bead addiction AIM, 12/24/2003
I could rape a goat and it will DIE PRETTIER than they write. -- anonymous, on terrible writing AIM, 2/17/2004
In medical billing there is a diagnosis code for someone who commits suicide by sea anenemoe. -- silverkyst, on wtf AIM, 3/25/2004
Anonymous: sorry. i just wanted to tell you how much i liked you. i'd like to take this to a higher level if you're willing Eleveninches: By higher level I hope you mean email. -- eleveninches and anonymous, on things that are disturbing LJ, 4/2/2004
silverkyst: I need to not be taking molecular genetics. silverkyst: though, as a sidenote, I did learn how to eviscerate a fruit fly larvae by pulling it's mouth out by it's mouthparts today. silverkyst: I'm just nowhere near competent in the subject material to be taking it. Jenn: I'd like to thank you for that image. -- silverkyst and seperis, on more wtf AIM, 1/25/2005
You know, if obi-wan had just disciplined the boy *properly* we wouldn't be having these problems. Can't you just see yoda? "Take him in hand, you must. The true Force, you must show him." -- Issaro, on spanking Anakin in his formative years LJ, 3/15/2005
Aside from the fact that one person should never go near another with a penis, a bottle of body wash, and a hopeful expression... -- Summerfling, on shower sex LJ, 7/22/2005
It's weird, after you get used to the affection you get from a rabbit, it's like any other BDSM relationship. Only without the sex and hot chicks in leather corsets wielding floggers. You'll grow to like it. -- revelininsanity, on my relationship with my rabbit LJ, 2/7/2006
Smudged upon the near horizon, lapine shadows in the mist. Like a doomsday vision from Watership Down, the bunny intervention approaches. -- cpt_untouchable, on my addition of The Fourth Bunny LJ, 4/13/2006
Rule 3. Chemistry is kind of like bondage. Some people like it, some people like reading about or watching other people doing it, and a large number of people's reaction to actually doing the serious stuff is to recoil in horror. -- deadlychameleon, on class LJ, 9/1/2007
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Fan Fiction is John Cusack standing outside your house with a boombox. -- JRDSkinner, on fanfiction Twitter
I will unashamedly and unapologetically celebrate the joy and the warmth and the creativity of a community of people sharing something positive and beautiful and connective and if you don’t like it you are most welcome to very fuck off. -- Michael Sheen, on Good Omens fanfic Twitter, 6/19/2019
Adding for Mastodon. -- Jenn, traceback Fosstodon, 11/6/2022
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From:No, I didn't know, but reading your "Balkanize" post made me think of Norma Rae standing up on her sewing table with her UNION! sigh. :P
So glad you liked it, lol. (:
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From:If it makes you feel any better though, you and Devin helped turn a rather crappy day for me into something much nicer:
Arkham, Redux. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/devinmoonshine/119407.html?thread=353647#t353647)
*bounces* I lovelovelove this story! And I'd very much like to see it continued. *g*
*hugs*
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From:They like us. They really like us.
Heh.
I asked them to comment to your LJ, but so far I think only one has done so. Come to mine to read more. We're a hit!
*sloppy hug*
D.
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From:Hey Jenn - there's petting in your LJ. Where are you?
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Creative Poking...
From:"Word is, Jenn is writing Arkham fic." The Joker giggles, high and long.
"Word is she's writing the Clark sections." Lex reminds him, and that's fine, because Devin gets him. Gets them all. Gets them to burn.
"But Jenn won't forget us!" Joker's voice is petulant child's, then rises and quakes with laughter. "We're unforgettable! Devin's seen to that!"
Lex snorts but doesn't answer. He and Devin both know that no matter how grotesquely fascinating the mad clown prince is, he isn't Lex's other half.
Lex remembers Wasteland and breathes deep. He licks his lips at the thought of A Handful of Dust, and Somewhere I Have Never Traveled brings tears to his eyes. Then he imagines the strength of arms not human around his shoulders, and because thought is as real as anything else in this place, he turns to Clark and licks a slow slide along the alien's jawline.
"So how will you love me this time?"
Clark looks at him through lowered lashes, then leans in so close Lex can feel clark's breath on his cheek.
"Ask Jenn."
edited to fix italics and to place in Devin's thread.
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From:*pants*
*faints*
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From:So you like it?
Joker elbows CJ aside. "Of course she liked it! I was in it! and I laughed!" He turns to preen in a large mirror with baroque gold frame that has just appeared up Devin's sofa. "Women can't resist my laugh!"
"No one can resist your laugh." Lex says as he sunters up. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets and he watches Devin with half colsed eyes even as he continues to address the Joker. "It's something about the opiates in your laughing gas."
"Nonsense!" The clown prince hisses, whipping around to snarl at Lex. Then he seems to remember something and smoothes his expression into its normal rictus grin. "It's my porcelain complexion they love!"
Lex nods absently, still focused on Devin. He crouches down next to her head, pulling his hands from his pockets. He's fast, but she still sees the shake in his fingers before his knuckles whiten as he grips his knees.
"Tell me." He whispers, and his eyes are wide now, round with recent madness. "Tell me why Bruce hates me so much?"
The Joker laughs.
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From:Lex? Talking to me?
*thud*
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From:I am going to stop with this creative poking if all it does is render you unable to type!
That is certainly not my intent! *chuckle*
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