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Send me in Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ and I'll fill this out for our two characters (Can be Shippy or Platonic)

Takes the most photos:

Talks in their sleep:

Takes Petty Revenge on their partner over minor offenses:

Talks the other into doing things out of their comfort zone:

Watches the most TV:

Lives off of microwave meals and takeout if no one cooks for them:

Watches reality TV shows seriously:

Watches Reality TV shows as a joke:

Kicks ASS at video games:

Only plays games on their phone:

Has the plan for a Zombie Apocolypse:

Does the crafty things:

Reads kids/YA books rather than age appropriate literature:

Quotes stupid things in day to day life:

Insists that they HAVE to take the top bunk in bunkbeds:

Still sleeps with a stuffed animal:

Has the biggest nostalgia:

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jxsontodd:

            “Re-assess your shitty dye job, then we’ll talk. Now,              we doing this the easy way or the hard way, ‘cause              either way you’re outta luck.”

          “you’re givin’ me a choice? how sweet of you!           and i didn’t even get you chocolates, or nothin’!”

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me: hey wanna see pics of my dog person: no me: *shows pictures anyway*

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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hc + biggest fears

HEADCANON TIME || ACCEPTING

okay oh boy here are the top three:

          1. abandonment. i’m not talking about joker levels here. i’m talking more              about the kind that happens when your friends leave you, betray you, for              nothing more than empty promises and blood stained payments. (this              applies more to people she absolutely would trust with her life, like ivy,              selina, anyone in the gang of harley’s. people she’d personally die for.)

          2. loss of self. now, this doesn’t apply to most verses i have for her, but it              definitely is a threat that has always been there. if she is corrupted enough               by joker (for lack of a better term), the few traces she still acknowledges of              harleen would either be ignored or completely erased. when she is left on              her own for a period of time, or is reflecting, it’s something she sees as              being a potential, and sometimes does what she can to avoid it happening.

          3. alcoholism. this one makes sense, as it affects her father and brother.              and she’s very careful to try to avoid it. she does have drinks at times, but              normally when she’s around other people because she’ll likely have one              or two drinks to keep her own senses from watering down enough for her              to be vulnerable. in any other situation, she’ll most likely be drinking water,              soda, or some sort of mocktail. (virgin pina coladas are her favorite.)

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harley talking to someone she knows and trusts, and taking the opportunity to get some of her own fears and frustrations out of her system. if only because she knows she can, and also because they’ve been eating at her for years, and it makes her feel better when she knows she won’t be judged/ridiculed for being concerned for herself.

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there are people who are rays of sunshine, cherry blossoms, vanilla candles and the colors of dusk.

there are people who are marble floors, roman temples, black ink and the smell of the earth after rain.

there are people who are star-gazing, holding your breath, little smiles, subtle touches and soft fabric.

who are you?

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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CONTINUED || @invengeance

she leaned back to a standing position, grin wide on her face. the bat she’d become so fond of over the years was resting on her shoulder, almost like a pet bird that was curious enough to watch this encounter. free hand moved to rest gently on her hip, fingers tapping lightly on the little bit of skin that showed from under the hem of her shirt. the concern that could have been caught in the depths of her eyes quickly changed to glee now that he moved.

“i’m glad you joined the land of the living, mr. wayne!” her voice almost sang the words. “i thought you were never gonna wake up, and that wouldn’t have been fun.” she moved to the side, not quite out of his field of view, to place her bat down and return with a chair of her own. metallic, one that scraped along the concrete floor under them, less comfortable than the wooden one she had attached the billionaire to. she took her own seat in front of him.

“i don’t think you could give me whatever i want, though jewels and money is always an option.” her smile grew even wider for just a moment, though it was clouded in her eyes. “no, see, what i’m looking for is knowledge, which is really more valuable than money in times like these. think you got that?”

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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                   ιт'ѕ oĸay ιғ yoυ leт мe dιe.                 ѕavιng мe waѕ never yoυr joв.

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why do bad things happen to chaotic neutral people

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Why don’t people do random nice things for me? You know, send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me three hundred thousand dollars.

TUMBLR POSTS || ACCEPTING

she took a look at him, head tilting up ever so slightly to gethim properly in her field of view. as her eyes ran over him,she thought about the options she had for answering. a partof her wanted to take it in a slightly more serious direction,but that wouldn’t be fun for him, probably. and she wasn’tfor being serious. so instead, a smile started to grow on herface, head now tilting to the side as her eyes twinkled along.

                          “maybe the same reason i don’t have that.”

@cadmusreject

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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it’d also be pretty rad if a hot guy lived upstairs & maybe he was in a band & after a long night of practice he’d come out onto the fire escape for a cigarette while you’re out there looking up at the stars & reading a mystery novel & it goes on like this for a while, just sharing a few glances & head nods & then returning to your apartment but maybe one day he walks down the stairs & sits on one of steps & asks you what book you’re reading & it all kind of flourishes from there. you’re welcome. 

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amnesia AU where muse a falls asleep for a nap, then wakes up ten years later with no memory of what happened. muse b, now their partner, has to help them remember everything that happened in the past ten years.

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Ask Memes;; Tumblr Post Edition

And then Satan said “put the alphabet in math”.

Sometimes I think I’m sassy and then I realise I’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean.

Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on? 

I love sunglasses! Am I looking at that tree? Am I looking at your dick? Who knows!

This is the police, open up, tell me about yourself, don’t be afraid.

Raise your hand if you’re a lil’ bit of an asshole. 

Why don’t people do random nice things for me? You know, send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me three hundred thousand dollars.

I am three years behind on math homework. 

I don’t like your clothes; take them off. 

What if you start making car alarm noises when people you don’t like touch you?

Hey, is your girlfriend seeing anyone?

I get butterflies when I think about myself. 

When you see a good body and you just can’t think of a good pun. IT’s dev-ass-tating.

Umm… hi. My friend wanted to know if you think I’m hot. 

To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line ninety two, “no.”

I never run voluntarily so if you see me running, you should probably run too because something must be coming. 

I’ve got a masters degree in being ignored. 

I will do a lot of things, but admitting to my mum that I’m cold after she told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them. 

Dads are either too nice or assholes; there’s no in between.

On a scale of fake pockets to nachos, how good is your idea? 

I’m alive, but only ironically. 

I’ve been in a bad mood since two thousand and seven. 

No, you’re not as funny as me. Stop trying. 

Just suck my dick, bro. I said no homo like, five times. 

I love it when people try to hurt my feelings because I don’t have any. 

-sighs- Why am I better than everyone? 

I don’t trust people who can look good with messy hair. 

If my jokes offend you - one; I’m sorry. Two; it won’t happen again. Three; one and two are lies. Four; you’re a pussy. 

If I go to hell, I’m just going to torture everyone by continually asking if it’s hot in here of if it’s just me. 

My love is like a candle; if you forget me, I will burn your fucking house down. 

Let’s play a game called “Guess My Sexuality”. 

I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me. 

Are you from Europe because europiece of shit.