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evil whore disorder

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gothamvengeance​:

@doctorharley-md is still on thin ice…

“I’m still watching you, Harleen. You’re on the mend, but you’re still dangerous. Don’t betray the space I have given you…” Batwoman’s eyes narrowed as she kept a close eye on the woman.

“Space?” Harley enunciated the word slowly as she pressed a fingertip into Batwoman’s chest plate. “This doesn’t look like space to me, Bats.” Sarcasm dripped from her grin, and Harley rolled her eyes before she turned to lean casually on the nearest gargoyle. “So what’s got you in such a mood? I haven’t done anythin’ noteworthy in at least three days.”

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five word starters: volume iv

five word starter sentences! feel free to change the pronouns/tenses/etc. as you like! content warnings: conflict, swearing

❝  how long before it’s over? ❞

❝  is there any other way?❞

❝  i wish tomorrow could wait. ❞

❝  that’s a problem for tomorrow. ❞

❝  where did you get that? ❞

❝ hey! can we go now? ❞

❝ that’s it. are you ready? ❞

❝ i don’t think i’m ready. ❞

❝ i can’t do this alone! ❞

❝ will it ever get better? ❞

❝ we will make it through. ❞

❝ wait. can we stop here? ❞

❝ nope. still don’t see it. ❞

❝ why? do we have to? ❞

❝ can you hold this please? ❞

❝ will you let me go?! ❞

❝ wait. let’s talk about this. ❞

❝ how many have you hurt? ❞

❝ when will you realise it?! ❞

❝ fuck this. i’m leaving now. ❞

❝ you now what? fuck off! ❞

❝ god(s), you’re such an ass. ❞

❝ why are you so annoying? ❞

❝ how did you fall so far? ❞

❝ well fuck me, i guess! ❞

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thewomanwholaughs​:

@doctorharley-md should help a cheerleader out… ♡

“GIVE ME AN S! GIVE ME AN M! GIVE ME AN I! GIVE ME AN L! WHAT’S THAT SPELL?! Smil! YAY SMIL!” The failed cheer was complete with Joker doing an awkward little performance, and very loud applause for herself. “Give us a smil lady!”

Harley frowned, the smallest tightening of her eyebrows noncommittally teetering on the edge of a cringe. “Not sure this is the kinda thing we oughta be smilin’ about, J.” 

Reaching down without much more than a glance, Harley plucked the calling card out of the closed fist of a very dead man. It was still warm. As she turned it over to open it, she spared a look at her companion. “Also maybe consider spellin’ lessons....” But while sarcastic in tone, the comment lacked bite. Harley was preoccupied reading the note - just in the area....stop by to say hello...you weren’t home...leave my regards - her frown deepened. 

“I really liked this guy.” Now there was a whine creeping in, tinting the edges of her voice and pulling down the corners of her mouth as she looked up. She stomped her foot, emphasizing her petulance. “Why’s Penguin always gotta be tryna encroach on other people’s territory? And also...why’s he write like I give a shit about his high-society aspirations?”

Crouching, Harley lifted the head of the man whose body lay discarded on the floor, taking a good look at it while shaking her own. “Wasteful...”

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Angsty Conversation Prompts

Here are some angst conversation prompts from this generator. Use them for your angsty needs!

"You must be mad, coming here like this."

"They've been missing since Friday and you're not worried?"

"I never meant to come between you and them."

"But this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable."

"No! I'm tired of doing what you say."

"Tell me what you saw, for his/her/ their sake!"

"This isn't just about you. It's about what's best for all of us."

"How, exactly, did you think that having an affair would help our marriage?"

"Find some proof that they betrayed you."

"You did a bad thing for a good reason."

"I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died."

"Could you be happy here with me?"

"If you leave now, you lose everything."

"Move away from the door and let me at them."

"You had time to call the police. Why didn't you?"

"I'm too old to start again."

You think I'm being paranoid but the truth is I'm worth a lot more to them dead than alive."

"Were you really spying on me?"

"I've been waiting a long time for you."

"You've taken them back? You can't be serious?"

"You've only heard their point of view. You never asked mine."

"I don't think I could live alone again."

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to see it through."

"Please don't argue. You have to leave right now, you aren't safe here."

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

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tell me why don’t we write together

✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet

☼: i have ideas but i’m not sure if you will like them

●: i don’t have high-quality graphics/themes 

✭: my writing might be lacking

❀: i’m shy to approach you

☽: i don’t know how our muses can interact

➤: you seem to be busy for new interactions

ϟ: you write with another person with the same muse and I’m hesitant 

✎: any other reason; write it down

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at the Very Least a not insignificant number of the rogues are just obsessed with batman (good taste or self-destructive tendencies you can be the judge of that) but tbh riddler takes this to an extreme. most of the crime everyone else has some other motive, but eddie’s over here plotting how to get batman’s attention and imagining what their clever little conversations will be like. reader, he loves him

i have been a riddlebat man since 2014 ad my hot take is eddie is too selfish for bruce to ever return the feeling, eddie knows this so everything goes unsaid but he still plays his little game with a brief hope he may catch

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                           I’ve been way too much to handle                      Bitch, I’ve never been a good example

                                       I’m gonna blow a kiss                                     And I bet it tastes like me

                                                 indie rp harley quinn, by noelle                                                  Rules                      Google Doc

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*whispers* hi i got engaged and i’m getting my phd in 2 months and my life is so busy haha but i really miss this blog all the time. so...who are the kids following and interacting with these days i need some recs i wanna know who’s popping off in the tumblrsphere

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@squigglemoon

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ladyofthespade​:

   “Expensive?” Ro chuckled, a full grin showing off her broken smile. Slowly, years of hidden enigma were peeling away and falling off like autumn leaves. Carefully, each resolute wall of sarcasm and isolation gradually began to lower. Why did she want to keep talking? Why couldn’t she just shut up and listen a bit? It was so easy- too easy to not just blather on about every little thing in her brain. Maybe that was the point of talking to a therapist, having that word vomit and sorting through the puke. “Well, if you’re this easy to talk to as a friend, maybe I’ll find a way- but that would be a conflict of interest or something, right?”

    It wouldn’t make sense though, to have a normal batch of people around the motley crew that accumulated in Arkham. Each person had such vivacity that normality was easily outweighed as blase. “That’s everywhere I fear. But, stranger the patients, stranger the staff.” Paling at Harleen’s question, the sputters immediately started, “Oh! No! Nothing like that, I promise, I just thought that it’d be a nice thing to do, figure it seem neither of us get out much and um, ah-” Ro bit down on her lip trying to get herself together. “It’s right on the corner there.” Walking under a streetlamp displayed the black flush that had crawled across her cheeks, darkening the constellation of freckles on the bridge of her nose. 

    Gesturing to the end of the block, maybe no more than a minute walk, was a sizeable diner that took up a modest portion of the corner. Stoplight Diner, aptly named given its location. It’s rockabilly 50′s theme had bright swirly decals on the linoleum tables and oldies playing softly in the background. Approaching the door, Ro immediately grabbed it for Harleen, as if trying to make up for simply being human. 

    Internally, she began the argue about food. Shit, why did I have to mention going to eat? Could’ve been a fuckin’ coffee but no. Idiot. Holding up two fingers to the hostess, she pushed up her cat-eye glasses and gathered up a set of menus and led them to a booth nearby. 

    “Couple a waters for ya while ya figure it out?”      “Oh that’d be great, thanks.” And with that, she slid into her side, picking up a menu.

Harleen laughed, loud and genuine. But the hand she placed on Rosemary’s shoulder was a very gentle admonishment. “Chillax, Rosemary. I’m only teasing. You’re so serious with all your conflict of interest and nice things to do.” She noticed the blush, couldn’t help lowering her voice to poke just a little more fun. “Besides, we’re already alone.” 

And they were alone in very typical Gotham fashion - a dimly lit street with a crumbling sidewalk. Except, of course, for the diner, which stood out like beacon against the surrounding dinge. Harleen firmly believed that a diner was only as good as its atmosphere. She’d spent enough time in New Jersey to know just how true that held. And the Stoplight Diner looked like it was gonna be good.

Harleen flashed a bright smile when Rosemary opened the door for her. But she let Rosemary take the lead since this was her haunt. And water was an easy yes anyways. She was never remembering to drink enough in the asylum... Maybe because it seemed so wet in there all the time. Harleen put the thought out of her head by clearing her throat and picked up the menu in front of her as she sat across from Rosemary. 

“So what’s good here? Seems like....everything, jeez, I’m starvin’.” She glanced up from the menu, slightly sheepish, but nowhere close to guilty. “But like, actually, what’s your favorite?”

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masterofthespade​:

  “She,” he started, and stopped almost immediately. Any hardness or tautly wound confusion melted away in a single word. “Jennifer.” A name muttered over her grave every year on two days, nothing more, nothing less. He couldn’t feel her anymore any other time, and even on her days, it was only a small blip of a heartbeat. “She persisted.”

   Biting on the corner of his lip again, his brow narrowed in remembrance more than confusion. These were solid facts, not things that would be easily proven wrong given time and space. “But I’m not, I’ve never been, well really hurt. Nothing, tragic, I suppose. Granted, losing Jennifer crushed me for a bit, but then it became nothing. Comfortably numb again.” Sighing, he almost pushed her out of his present thought and back to his tacit, but he quirked his head to indicate it was just how it was. “I was driving her to her graveyard shift and then I drove her to her grave. A drunk driver smashed the passenger side of my car when I had the green. I lost her on impact.”

   Hands on his hips, he stared at his spot on the ground again for a second before looking back to Harley. “She ah. She persisted. Jen saw something in me she liked, and apparently I was hers.” He sported the first genuine smile of their conversation. “And nothing about the way I was or the way I thought could change that. I interested her, like a frog you catch in a crick for the night that your parents let you keep until sunrise, and she didn’t bore me. It worked. And it worked well enough that we figured we’d do it forever. I interact with the outside world because I have to, she did it because she wanted to. Something I could never understand about her. Something I was supposed to spend the rest of my life figuring out and trying to understand.” Another quick jump of his brow. “Guess not.”

Persisted... Harley turned the word over in her mind, thought it an odd way to describe a loved one, but also not at all coming from Lucifer. It sounded right when he said it - Jennifer’s ability to persist in his life, in his thoughts, and in his heart surprised him more than anything else. 

Harley’s expression didn’t change while he spoke. Perhaps a more regular person might try to convey sympathy. It didn’t matter to Lucifer, and to Harley, dead people were just that. Death was a fact of life. And anyway, he was on a bit of a roll, and not entirely looking at her until he suddenly was again. She mirrored his smile, though hardly even by half.

“I don’t think I ever was in love...for real.” The words almost startled her as she said them, so caught up in his story that she hadn’t so much thought to speak as just reacted. Her eyes shifted across his face. “I think... I mean, I know it’s hard to hold onto those feelin’s cause’a how fleetin’ they are, but I think it’s nice to have had it once. I want....that.” The sentence deflated, and then Harley redirected herself. “Most people don’t ever get it, y’know? And it’s so very human, ya’d think it’d be more common.” Now Harley smiled genuinely, but with heavy irony.

“Unfortunately, Lucifer, in my psychiatrist’s opinion, I gotta diagnose ya with bein’ human. Albeit, like super flawed by most standards. I guess that’s how you’n’me ended up here, though, isn’t it? For all that the Don seems to got it figured out, the Family’s got a penchant for collectin’ weirdos. And it’s not so bad to talk about it, is it?”

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CEOs of being in love

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this issss a little tiny interest checker. if i have ever been in love with you (we were writing together) or even if i havent, swing by

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i have a disease that makes me like pink and heart shaped objects and it’s called being a fucking genius

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SUICIDE SQUAD (2016) // BIRDS OF PREY (2020) // THE SUICIDE SQUAD (2021)

I love the rain. It’s like angels are splooging all over us.