Tonight, You're Gonna Break Your One Rule - Comments

oH! So good!! :D SUbscribing! :]

Im so sorry guys, I'm actually trying to pass my Alevels this year, and its such hard work, but when everythings calmed down I promise I'll try to write more.. I'm so sorry guys

-cries- I miss this story so frakken much. I love it. Please, keep going. I know you can do it!!!!

I long so much for this one. Just want you to know.
Though I hope it doesn't come out wrong to you. I don't want to stress your writing.
Just tell you this story is missed.

This is a great story, keep it up!!
I'm excited to see the next chapter!

OMG AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i almost cried when i found out that joker wasnt
a hallucination that time XDD

more more more por favor!!!!!!

i admit that i did loose a little faith but now its back i love this story so much. its so intense. i'm now in love with the joker and i wish i was the death clown. love you story hope you write more soon.

Just awsome.

Oh, trust me, I'll never lose faith in this story or your incredible writing.
It's just that it feels like even how much I try to tell you how amazing your writing is, my words can't seem to describe it.
But that's no excuse for not commenting. :].

Anyhow, they way you write really makes you feel like you're in the characters place, how you describe their feelings so emotionally and perfectly. I just have to read the first lines of one of your chapters to already get lost in your writing. I am in a dreamlike state every time you update this story. And I scream with joy as soon as I see the notification e-mail that you've updated.
And this chapter was really... wow!
This story is getting better and better, if possible, and more and more interesting.
It's so intense and wonderfully well written.
You ought to be really proud of yourself.

Take care. :].

That was beautiful, Jenn -- may I call you Jenn?

But anyways, wow.


He looks at me with those hollowed, hallowed eyes, "Would your hallucinations bleed for you Cally?"

God, I love that line. Beautiful.

I bend over to try and stop myself heaving from the sobs in my throat, "I'll hurt you!"

It's so sad that she thinks she'll hurt him.

"You're just like me, Precious. Look at us, monsters together."

That kind of sent chills down my back.

Gosh. It was so sad that he let them take him to Arkham because he didn't know where she was.

.:cry:.

"I love you, Cally-Rose Evans, more than the sun and the moon and the stars and chaos. More than anything in the world and I couldn't bare it if you aren't with me forever."

That's so sweet. He loves her more than chaos.

My scarred, ravaged, red-covered cheeks and lips nuzzle into their paradise, their haven, and it takes me a second to realise I should say something back, "I love you too Jack, more than you can comprehend... I don't know why I did it... I needed... I don't... don't even know... I love you so much Jack Napier, so much."

I think that had to be my favorite part, honestly. I don't know why. So sweet.

I don't mind at all that this chapter was long. Personally, I prefer longer chapters. And I'm definitely not giving up on this story. Don't even say anything like that. This is beautiful and so is your writing.

HOLY F’IN GEE. You are amazing, hon. Yet another fantabulous work of writing.:D This is a pretty damn good Christmas gift, lol. I would have gotten around to reading it earlier, but I’ve been sick and today was the only day that I’ve felt well enough to give you proper feedback. Erm, well, I’m on a new computer and it won’t let me copy and paste bits into Microsoft Word, so I can’t do how I normally do, so you’ll just have to bear with me. Yup.

And yes, when he appeared again, I nearly peed myself with joy. Excellent reactions with Cally and Joker. I think that the time spent apart was definitely needed, because it shows the reader a more independent view of her after being with in commpany of the Joker. But of course, I’m super glad he’s back. I’m just really interested in what will come after they get back and things start rolling. And I especially want to see more of the Scarecrow. I’m kinda becoming a bigger fan of him outside of the story, so it’ll be interesting to see how you portray him, if you do go into that lane with it…

Oh, and in the beginning, where you described the effects of the gas, I really like how . I think that the time spent apart was definitely needed, because it shows the reader a more independent view of her after being within company of the Joker. But of course, I’m super glad he’s back. I’m just really interested in what will come after they get back and things start rolling. And I especially want to see more of the Scarecrow. I’m kinda becoming a bigger fan of him outside of the story, so it’ll be interesting to see how you portray him, if you do go into that lane with it…

Oh, and in the beginning, where you described the effects of the gas, I really like how you described it. In particular, I really like how you described what was going on around her. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed reading about what was in her head, but to me, it was particularly powerful how you explained the world around her.

And HOLY moley, when she called him a psychopath. I loved that whole section, I was really expecting her to get the beat down.

As usual, you blow my mind away with your strong writing. I say this every time, but I really do enjoy reading this. The other day, I just realized how attached I am to this story, this is the longest I’ve ever stuck on a story to read it.XD Major props, yo! I don’t know what else to say, that I haven’t already said. I’z in love wit your story.

Overall, this chapter was very well executed and I liked it a lot. There was like, a sentence that seemed kinda backwards, but…it’s okay, because it wasn’t distracting enough to bother anyone. Anywho, another great chapter. I am insanely excited for the next one. Thank you, thank you for the update!^_^

Hun

If anyone moans about a chapter being too long then they should be shot!

With a sawn off rifle.

They don't even deserve a glasgow grin.

That was FOOKIN AMAY as always

Loved it loved it loved it

Cally has her clown back! And her Death Clown woot!!!

Now kill off Scarecrow and you will make me a very happy girl xDD

i know you'd never do that, but it makes me happy to think that you would xP

WRITE MORE SOON MY LOVE!

i don't think someone will ever complain about an update this fantastic being too long :) this was great :) and im excited to see the next chapter :D

Thats what i'm fucknig talking about. Bravaaaa. YOu made me co0me out of the vow of silenceeeee to tell my friiieeennnnnndddd.

i love you! ahhaha
jenn srsly, love it.

Oh please please please tell me that this ending will satisfy me. Will there be a sequel my dearest?

I don't know if you knew this but...HOLY HELL THIS WAS AN AMAZING CHAPTER! I'm in love.

My hallucinations soon reappear, three nights later, with the soft promise of an apology, the slide of a leather glove against my cheek, and a chuckle. He told me not to be so silly, whispered in my ear, and that he was here.
Mmmm, I love this. It's such amazing flow and...ugh, so amazin'!

The blood still lingers under my broken fingernails, and there's a strange yellowing to my skin, perhaps more malnutrition than staining.
...I just really liked how you worded and described this a lot, and I felt that it needed to be mentioned.:)

It was a strange comfort, swirling the delirium in my eyes into a fever pitch. I was crazy, absolutely crazy, to imagine the endless prattle of a murderer into my ear, to imagine his murderous hands covering my, equally murderous, bloodied hands.
I love this. I think it's odd and beautiful in a way that she realises that she's losing it, but it's such a nice sort of insanity that it...doesn't make sense to rid herself of it. Beatiful.

The same hallowed look filled my brain as he carved the scars into my lips, the same hollowed and hallowed look filled my vision as he stared at me, as I ran from the gilded lobby... when I left him.
I don't know if this was intentional, but I really liked that you used both 'hollowed' and 'hallowed'. In this context, it shows...sort of the way something can be so horrible and great to a person, if that makes any sense. Regardless, I do adore this.

I reach up and go to tangle my hand through his hair, but he's not there, of course, and I don’t feel the grease of his hair nor the soft whisper of his skin. Instead of the tickle of his hair on my neck, I instead feel his rough, weathered, white-tipped hands caress along my stomach, slide along my hipbones and knot above my womb. It takes me a second to realise what exactly he's pointing out to me. I clench my stomach muscles beneath his imaginary hands as he whispers.
Damn, girl, this is brilliant and...just a flippin' demonstration of how you are such a strong writer. This was such a perverse light into her mind, in the sense that we can see how...torchurous but also calming her hallucinations are. And again, I don't know if this will make any sense.XD. And yes, I felt it was neccessary to include this whole paragraph because it was so amazingly written.

I see the shadow of malnutrition staining my skin, I see the scars and ravages of crime and knives through my flesh.
Every time this story is updated, I feel like my favorite author has sent out a new book to be published.XD This is exactly why. Like, in simple sentences you can say so much. This line is the equivalent of awesome, fyi.

And, the SCARECROW? YES! I am excited. And highly interested.

I hear, tinkling over the screams and whirling its way towards me, the maniacal cackle of a jester. I hear, as my heart seems to leap into my throat, the loud, leaping, horrifying laughter of my clown.
I take great pleasure in the way you describe things such as this. LOVE IT. Like, this is so great.

My eyes stream back to Arkham as the cackle resonates within my bones; I didn't care if it was my imagination. I knew in my skin, in my muscles and tissue and bones, I knew it.

Something big had happened.
I need to read more. AWOJFDKSL. This entire f-in' chapter was fantasic as per usual.

What I like most about your fic is that it's different from most other joker fics, or any other kind of fic. It's not just a lovestory between two people, it's like, much more than that. It makes you think and, well, I love stories that do that. This just has so much substance to it. I don't know, maybe I just read too much into things, but regardless, you are a very good writer. :D So glad that I found this beast. ^_^.

Great chapter, I cannot wait for more. I'm excited for what will come.

Wow, this was a really amazing chapter. The first sentence just pulled me in. It's insane how well you can describe her imagination and her insanity, how she see's Joker, and yet he isn't there. But it seems like he really is.

Gawh. I love this so much. I am dying with curiosity to know what Scarecrow is up to.

MY GOD GIVE ME MORE WOMAN! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!!!!!

fear gas?>!??
oh good god no no ther fear gas

scarecrow is such a friggin beast no no no n no no

NO I DON@T LIKE IT!

WRITE MORE NOW!

GAHHAHHHHH!!!!!!!"

ok I'm new to this comenting thing but your story is so good that I just can't stop I really love you story sooooooo much. I can't wait to read more of your stories.

Firstly, let me say this: you truly are a powerful writer. Secondly, thank you thank you thank you for reminding me to read this! My memory is so poor, and..man, I'm so glad I read this.

The days drag on and on, the sun crawls across the sky, ducks below the horizon and instead the inky blackness of the night takes its place.
I'm glad you started with this, because it fit the state of things, you know? Things are fallen apart, dimming like. Well, basically, it set the mood. :) Not to mention, that paragraph had some of those lovely descriptions that I do adore so.

I'm aware of the shirt, thin and dirty, waving around my shoulders and my emaciated ribcage, and I'm aware of the wind whipping around the building, but I make no move for a hoodie. Maybe the cold could numb my confusion and my fear.
Desperation. I don't know, it's like, your writing is so raw and real. I don't know how else to explain it, honestly.

The colours seemed to change like an oil slick on water, and the sights and sounds were as enticing as they were repulsive. The smell of anything but stale air invigorates me, yet the smell of raw sewage and firewood seeps to the back of my throat, staining so strong I thought I would taste it forever.
Possibly one of my most favorite lines in this chapter, I do say. AWESOME writing skillz, lady. Great usuage of imagery, for real.

Okay, so obviously there is a big jump from there to the end, but once again, I realized that..well, your writing is awesome and I needn't copy every line to tell you what I like and don't like, because that has to get...hugely bothersome to read, so...I'll just tell you what I thought.

I feel like this is somehow coming to an end, or at least this part is. I'm really liking how well you portray her emotions and..just pretty much everything. The anxiety, the paranoia and just...mrrheghhh. You. Have. Skillz.

Oh, the part in which that guy trys to mug her. I sort of laughed when he figured out who it was. Hehe. But yeah, then there was the part after that, at which it was all very sad.

Well, I'm tremendously pleased with this chapter and..well, I can't wait to read the next one. :D Great stuff.