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from @chaoticjoke: ❝ it’s just a scratch. ❞

vision lurches (or is that her?), the sound of his voice punctuated by the erratic heartbeat that threatens to split her skull open. she feels lighter. probably because she is, considering the scarlet starting to seep through the fabric of her shirt. shaking fingers explore the new addition to her outfit. they pull away stained, only slightly more in focus than the man visible between them. when did another one of him show up anyways? the corners of her mouth are tugged upwards in a pale comparison of her usual grin.

“ it's...one HELLUVA scratch... ”

blue eyes swim, the world shakes, she swears the ground gets closer for a second. blinking away the shock, she rights herself, but the smile has no purchase on her face. her doe-in-headlights stare is pointed at the wolf she hopes will pick now to to take to heart the character of the sheep's clothing.

“ MISTAH J...I don't feel so good... ”

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batman #109 

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↪       𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝟑 𝑨.𝑴   .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  sylvia  plath’s  “ the collected poems ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)

my mendings itch .  there’s nothing to do .

what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?

stop crying .  open your hand .

it is a terrible thing ,  to be so open .

i am too pure for you or anyone .

it’s easy to blame the dark .

how free it is ,  you have no idea how free .

it must be one or the other of us .

it was a kind of marriage ,  being so close .

nobody sees us .

i couldn’t sleep for a week .

it is comfortable ,  for a change ,  to mean so little.

tell me i’m here .

your room is lousy with flowers .

now i resemble a sort of god .

nobody can tell what i lack .

i suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all .

i can stay awake all night ,  if need be .

this is not what i meant .

i can’t get it out of my mind .

when you kick me out ,  that’s what i’ll remember .

i wasn’t fooled .  i knew you at once .

if the moon smiled ,  she would resemble you .

your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .

perfection is terrible .

i do not trust the spirit .

one day ,  it won’t come back .

they will wonder if i was important .

oh god ,  i am not like you .

there is no stopping it .

we have come so far ,  it’s over .

tonight will be ,  in every respect ,  like every other night .

that’s how you always talk before we start .

if i didn’t trust you at this ,  i wouldn’t trust myself .

at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .

i admit it :  i’m afraid .

don’t be so smart .

i dreamed of doing it ,  and now it’s done .

earth is my haunt .

what manner of business are you on ?

perhaps you’ve late quitted heaven ?

i shall never grow old .

sugar can cure everything .

is there no way out of the mind ?

there are no trees or birds in this world .

this is what i am made of ,  this and terror .

why is it so quiet ,  what are they hiding ?

this is what it is to be complete .

is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?

the police love you ,  you confess everything .

is my life so intriguing ?

where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?

you flicker .  i cannot touch you .

if i could bleed ,  or sleep !  if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !

what did they know that i didn’t ?

you say you can’t stand her .

i’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .

you are ill .

you are so exhausted .

i can’t communicate .

we’re here on a visit .

where do you stash your knife ?

what sort of scenery is it ?

you know who you hate .

pure ?  what does it mean ?

i am not subtle .

right now you are dumb ,  and i love your stupidity .

i know why you won’t give it to me .  you’re terrified .

is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?

must you kill what you can ?

there is one thing i want today ,  and only you can give it to me .

it won’t hurt .

do away with it altogether .

are you our sort of person ?

i have always been scared of you .

i didn’t call you .  i didn’t call you at all .

there is nothing between us .

seven hours knocked out of my right mind .

i am myself .  that is not enough .

i dream of someone else entirely .

we should meet in another life .

it was an accident .

you know what lies are for .

dying is an art ,  like everything else .

how far is it now ?

do not accept it .  it’s not genuine .

i am so stupidly happy .

eternity bores me ,  i never wanted it .

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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Milena Milachich

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things said: assortment.

a meme about things said in a variety of situations, for when you want to get that feeling. some light trigger warnings apply for implications of death, injury, arguments, pregnancy, and sexual situations. 

things said: in the moment.

❝ i will never forgive you! ❞

❝ we have to go! we have to go now! ❞

❝ why can’t you see that all i want is you?! ❞

❝ you have entirely bewitched me. ❞

❝ get out of my sight! ❞

❝ i slept with someone else. ❞

❝ come here. ❞

❝ you are terrible and awful and perfectly horrid and – and mine. ❞

❝ it never meant anything to me anyway. ❞

❝ you broke my soul, ___. ❞

❝ i regret every moment that we spent together. ❞

❝ hate me as much as you wish, ___, but i will never stop loving you. ❞

❝ then marry me, for god’s sake! ❞

❝ now look what you have done! ❞

❝ i despise you! ❞

❝ what the fuck does it matter what they think? you’re the only one i love! ❞

❝ there’s no time for this! ❞

things said: the morning after.

❝ thank you for staying with me, last night. ❞

❝ mmmh, i think i’ll stay here for a little while longer. ❞

❝ i don’t want to get up just yet. ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? gosh, i am lucky. ❞

❝ beside you, i slept better than i ever have on my own. ❞

❝ i liked what you did when you – ❞

❝ i don’t regret a second of what we did together, just so you know. ❞

❝ so much for being ‘just friends’, haha! ❞

❝ i’m going to be late for work, but i don’t want to leave you. ❞

❝ thank you for seeing me. the real me, underneath. ❞

❝ i was just thinking how beautiful you are. ❞

❝ do you want to – y’know. go for seconds? ❞

❝ where’s my shirt? i don’t know where i dropped it. ❞

❝ soooo. what next, hmm? are we together now? ❞

❝ what are we going to say to everyone about where we went? ❞

things said as they turn to leave.

❝ i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to say it, it just came out! ❞

❝ don’t come back until you’re sober. ❞

❝ can you pick up some milk on your way back, love? ❞

❝ have a good day at work! ❞

❝ you’ll be fine, i know it. ❞

❝ wait, there’s something i wanted to ask you – ❞

❝ just promise me you’ll come back in one piece. ❞

❝ please, let’s just talk about this! ❞

❝ oh no, you are not wriggling out of attending this party so easily! ❞

❝ what do you mean, you’re going out? ❞

❝ hey, you’ve forgot your keys again! ❞

❝ aren’t you forgetting something – like the lunch i’ve made for you? ❞

❝ you are not leaving this house dressed like that, are you? ❞

❝ why do you always walk out when we have a fight? ❞

❝ don’t expect me to still be here when you come back. ❞

things said when you can’t bear it.

❝ there’s something i haven’t told anyone. ❞

❝ i couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. ❞

❝ i’ve held my silence for all of these years for your sake! ❞

❝ it was ripping me apart inside. ❞

❝ i’ve done something terrible. ❞

❝ i think you might need to sit down for this. ❞

❝ they didn’t make it. i’m so sorry. ❞

❝ i really, really need to tell you something. ❞

❝ please don’t be mad at me, but – ❞

❝ it was meant to be a surprise. ❞

❝ so, i have to tell you what happens in episode 5 – ❞

❝ there’s something hanging over my head and i have to tell someone, so here goes – please don’t hate me, but ��� ❞

❝ do not tell them i told you! they swore me to secrecy!! ❞

❝ darling, what i’ve been meaning to tell you is – i’m pregnant. ❞

things said when time runs out. 

❝ what do you mean, only one of us can leave? no, no, i’m not going without you! i can’t leave without you!❞

❝ you said we would always be partners in this. what’s changed so suddenly, huh? am i not enough for you anymore? ❞

❝ but i loved you with every bit of my heart. did you ever love me? ❞

❝ no, no, stay with me! tell me what happened, tell me how i fix it! ❞

❝ what are you saying? are you – are you breaking up with me? ❞

❝ woah, that was rough, wasn’t it? ___? ___!!! ❞

❝ s– sorry, __. ❞  ( collapses. )

❝ just go, don’t worry about me, okay? the most important thing is you get to safety while you still can! ❞

❝ don’t forget me, ___. ❞

❝ it’s just a scratch. ❞

❝ how long have you been hiding this from me? no, come on, stay awake, it’s alright – you’re going to be alright – ❞

❝ you were meant to be my happy ending. ❞

❝ please stay with me. please, please stay. ❞

❝ you made my life worth living. ❞

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HARLEEN QUINZEL was one of the most promising post - doctoral researchers that had graduated from GOTHAM UNIVERSITY. With a B. Sc., an M. D. and a PhD under her belt, no one would’ve suspected the upbringing she came from. A father who disappeared from the picture at fifteen for some lowly conning and a dingy Bensonhurst apartment with little to no love to spare didn’t exactly come to mind when talking about a 3.87 GPA and a GYMNASTICS SCHOLARSHIP. And it’s not like people were too apt to believe that those things were WELL DESERVED when they belonged to bleached blonde hair, wide blue eyes, and lips that smiled too often.

Their biases were only STRENGTHENED when she was caught with one of the psychology department professors in what she believed was an act of GENUINE AFFECTION. To say that her graduation was a RELIEF was an understatement. Her peers still mocked her until, to her surprise, the funding for her research at ARKHAM ASYLUM had been granted. She was the one laughing.

This was where the trouble began. She could feel in her bones that something EXTRAORDINARY was about to go down, but she had no idea just how extraordinary it would truly be. Flipping through patient files, she recognized some faces, her television screen having broadcasted them through the darkness of her small apartment, a vague echo of the one in which she was raised bouncing between beige walls. POISON IVY. THE RIDDLER. KILLER CROC. One in particular, however, piqued her interest.

THE JOKER.

A man with no rhyme or reason that anyone could decipher. UNTIL NOW. She was convinced that her predecessors had all come in with the wrong approach. They’d regarded him as nothing more than a criminal, out for personal gain. She begged to differ. To her, he was just like anyone else. “ WHY’D YOU DO IT ?? ” would not be her question. No, she was more concerned with “ HOW CAN I HELP ?? ”. So their first session was booked and her life was changed forever.

Quickly, seeds planted themselves deep in her mind, sprouting furiously. She was never a good sleeper, but now she COULDN’T SLEEP. Not without seeing HIM, and every time she did, she stayed awake for the rest of the night. If it wasn’t for her NEW - FOUND FRIEND ( the cheapest whisky on the shelf ) and their PARTNER ( more caffeine than most humans could handle ), she most certainly would’ve died of exhaustion. But she carried on, knowing that she was GETTING SOMEWHERE her colleagues hadn’t.

Meanwhile, she ignored the ALARMS sounding in her head, warning her to BE CAREFUL. She was convinced she could handle her LITTLE CRUSH. Convinced that it was just EMPATHY crawling up from within her for a patient with which she was working closely. And then, when she could no longer CONVINCE herself, she IGNORED. Ignored the ETHICAL VIOLATIONS. Ignored the RISK TO HER CAREER. Ignored the MESS THAT SHE WAS GETTING HERSELF INTO. Because, in all honesty, the things he said MADE SENSE. And so she spiralled into this self - made pit until she found HIM at the bottom, waiting with OPEN ARMS and a SHARPENED SMILE.

Everything sank into her bones the minute THE BAT had his hands on her patient. WHO WAS HE TO ENFORCE THE ALLEGED MORALITY OF THE CITY ?? The rage festered, manifesting in her attempts to further REHABILITATE her patient. She needed to show him that she UNDERSTOOD. That she was ON HIS SIDE. That’s how she’d win him over, RIGHT ?? But before she could sneak him the weapons he’d requested, another force had seeped its way into ARKHAM.

Before anyone could react, GOTHAM’S MOST WANTED had been granted an early pardon, havoc spilling from every cell into BLOODIED HALLWAYS before taking to the streets. She stumbled upon it halfway through the ordeal, dashing inside despite the horror. SHE HAD TO MAKE SURE HE WAS OKAY. Before her mind was at peace, she’d been cornered, a gun brandished, HARVEY DENT HIMSELF determining her fate with the toss of a coin. She’d been lucky that her patient didn’t believe in such determinism. He believed in BRICKS.The weapon clattered to the ground, metal against tile, her head SPINNING as she tried to make sense of what was going on, her place in this MAD REALITY, who was really the bad guy, how they were going to ESCAPE FROM IT ALL. Flashlight beams rounded the corner and suddenly none of those questions mattered anymore. Another gun had her heart racing, but this time it was aimed at BLEACHED SKIN. Before she could comprehend it, a BULLET WAS DEPLOYED, a shot RINGING through hallowed halls, a body crumpled to the ground. THE JOKER STILL STOOD. She didn’t know what to do. The recoil had her fingers shaking as blue eyes feasted on the scene. AN INNOCENT MAN HAD DIED BY HER HAND.

A laugh slipped from surprised lips.

And then another.

IT WAS HILARIOUS, WASN’T IT ??

Nothing she did, good or bad, accidentally or intentionally, MATTERED. He really was right, and for the first time, she saw it for herself, FIRST - HAND. The blood, the guts, the CHAOS. NONE OF IT MATTERED.

She dove into the acid of her own accord, melting away what was left of HARLEEN. She donned the red and black with a SMILE ON HER FACE, one that mirrored his own, CAREFREE and WILD. Whenever they inevitably fell apart, she'd put the pieces of herself back together into their newly discovered configuration. She had finally found her true self. From then on, she wore her rightful title:

HARLEY QUINN, THE CLOWN PRINCESS OF CRIME.

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Stjepan Sejic - Harleen 

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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.

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#𝒸𝓁𝓌𝓃𝓅𝓇𝓃𝒸𝓈𝓈 ⋆ ˚｡⋆・❥ independent, low-activity, mutuals only, iconless portrayal of ɦǟʀʟɛʏ զʊɨռռ of dc media. draws from multiple continuities including comics, movies, and video games. loved by elle (25+, est, she/her).

𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙎: the merits of chaos, subjective morality, ( un ) conditional love, identity ( bestowed or discovered ? ), unlikely defence mechanisms, the reality of reality, and the ever-shifting parameters of madness.