#( int. quinn. )

[zoeysandin]

“you’re right, it’s not your business, i don’t need your fuckin’ pity,” she spits, licking her lips & crossing her arms as her eyes well up with tears. no one notices when they go out that she’s actually his captive. no one realizes something is wrong because they don’t want to. she doesn’t know how to just run away from him or tell someone the truth. he’s trained her to be good.

“please just leave me alone, it was my fault.”

muse: quinn wu, she/her, twenty-seven. open to: anyone, no taboo pls.

‟ maybe it's none of my business, and please, tell me to fuck off if you want but... ” soft sigh through rosy lips, quinn looks around the now empty subway car quickly before sitting near the stranger. still keeping a comfortable distance. ‟ you didn't deserve that. ” she's referencing the very public altercation the stranger just had with someone who stormed off the train at the last stop. ‟ they were definitely being a dick. ” she reaches into her tote bag, pulling out a small pack of tissues before offering it with a meek smile.

[blcssom]

closed for @silencedmoths ft. kieran quinn

"i mean, i just think it's childish to ignore my calls as though we don't see each other every single day." though, to be fair, he was just as prone to tantrums— case in point. "look, i just want to talk. i don't think that's asking for too much!"

[velvetdesirez]

@ofinfinitedreams asked

❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜

Samuel was certainly not expecting that confession from her. It was something that caught him completely off guard. He didn't expect such a confession from her and in truth he didn't even think she felt that way about him in first place. It was what had caught him completely off guard and he was left silent for a moment. But deep down he knew in his heart that he felt the same way about her. And that he had for some time now. Taking a deep breath he finally responded to her. "I don't know what to say to that. I had no idea you felt that way about me in the first place. " He said to her before going silent again. "The truth is I love you too and I have for some time now. But I never said anything because I didn't think you would feel the same way about me. " He said to her firmly.

[npuckhq]

📲 ( puck & quinn. )

puck: we good? puck: no more drama over song lyrics? @quinnnhq

[rorydflanagan]

☘️ 🧡 👞

Oh really now? I honestly think I’m the lucky one, love. And you can kiss me and get jiggy with me anytime you want.

[mythous]

❝ hey, when go you go to Broadway, do you yell at the people on the stage ? i’m in the middle of a scene ! ❞ @chaoslulled // memes // always accepting

IN  THE  MIDDLE  OF  A  SCENE  ?   she’s  causing  a  scene   is  what  she’s  doing,   but  barbara  shuts  her  mouth  with  an  audible  click  of  teeth  on  teeth,   a  silent  snarl  curling  her  lips.   sometimes  she  looks  at  harley  here  and  thinks  that  jim  never  would’ve  thought  barbara  was  crazy  if  he  got  a  load  of  this  one.  then  again,  maybe  they’re  just  part  of  that  whole  thing   —   birds  of  a  feather,  or  whatever.

but  babs  is  destined  to  be  queen  and  so  harley’s  just  gonna  have  to  learn  to  share  the  stage.

          ❝  i  don’t  know  what  kinda  scene  you’re  working  with,  honey,  but  they’re  about  to  start  tossing  rotten  fruit.  ❞   not  literally  of  course.  their  audience  is  more  likely  to  soil  themselves  than  lift  a  finger  against  any  of  them.  that’s  always  been  the  way  of  the  citizens  of  gotham,  anyhow,  rolling  over  for  any  villain  or  thug  that  issues  the  teensie  weensiest  threat.   

pulling  the  gun  from  where  it’s  been hiding  under  her  coat  —  just  keeping  warm  until  it’s  really  showtime  —   barbara  fires  one  shot  into  the  air  before  turning  back  to  harley  with  an  exaggerated  oops,   free  hand  pressing  to  her  lips  and  eyes  wide  as  if  it  had  all  been  some  kind  of  accident.    ❝  well,   i  think  it’s  time  we  shake  things  up   —   whaddya  say  ?  ❞

[powerpayback]

you know. i was going to make a whole post explaining why i make my divide between sprout and magni based on sprout having high intelligence and magni having high wisdom but then i realized a very easy way to explain it

there's a reason nature is intelligence and survival is wisdom

[flawcdexistence]

open to m/f/nb possible plot: age gap could be cool (her eighteen year old kid's best friend maybe?), or maybe her neighbor, or her bestie. she's bratty switch material for sure.

"I swear, you have one spread in playboy twenty years ago and everyone thinks they have unfettered access to your tits." Ivy groans, dropping down onto the seat. Yeah, her tits are great and she's worked hard to maintain her physique over the years and sure, it's flattering to know she's still got it when she's two years shy of pushing forty, but she could also live one day without someone staring at her tits. "I mean, they are pretty great," she continues, staring down at her breasts - the bikini she's wearing is doing many favors for her lithe body, the spattering of freckles on her skin only accentuated by the white fabric. "What d'you think?" Ivy queries, still staring down at herself.

[bluemoonbun]

Reader is implied to like feminine things, though gender identity is kept ambiguous.

Damian was a good brother. That’s what he always told himself. He was a good brother, a good son. He was cold, rude, and erudite, but he was able and willing to help anyone who needed it.

When he arrived at Wayne manor, Bruce told him the general run down of why you were to be avoided when it came to anything vigilante related. You were still pure, a year younger than Damian but without any of the pain. The only one in the Wayne manor that could have a shot at becoming a normal person. Damian envied that, but kept it to himself. His anger often boiled to the top, drops of green venom dripping from his mouth when you tried to annoy him into spending time with you.

Your complaints of him ignoring you was scalding water on his already raw nerves. Why would you complain about not being the center of attention for five damn seconds? He would trade anything for the life you had. A life where you could lay around after school and never worry about a rogue bullet lodging itself in your arm, or a poisonous plant releasing psychedelic spores into an open wound.

You could and would never join the Robins. You were weak; it was in your blood. Always sickly, always the pacifist. You wouldn't survive a day in his life. And you weren't living his life; you were living his dream.

But apparently the effort the family was putting in wasn’t enough.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that the manor felt… off about two weeks before the fight with Joker. He couldn’t trace it for the life of him at first. When he realized by the second week that he hadn’t spoken to you in days, or really seen you around the manor at all, he wrote off the worms writhing in his stomach. You must’ve been busy with a class assignment and had little time to annoy him with your demands of time together.

After the fight, however, he was a war of a thousand emotions. How dare you leave them? Why would you turn away an easy life fat on nepotism for a group of murderers, con men, the dredges of Gotham’s society?

Were you truly that desperate to be acknowledged that you’d turn your back on the family who did everything for you? He hopes you’re happy there, since you were clearly so upset at not being given attention.

Over time, however, things start to change. A few days after Jason made a full recovery, Damian looked at one of the drones Tim managed to get a chunk of code from. It took a lot of trial and error, and the development of an entirely new program to grab some of the code before it bricked itself, and enough all nighters and energy drinks that any doctor would faint, but it was managed. The code was dense, optimized to work with the least bloat possible, well tagged variables, and even a handful of comments in the code.

//Buy Bane those Boston Donuts from the donut shop on 5th //Why does this code need to be here so it doesn’t auto brick itself. What is in the code protecting it from the wrath of God //Louie likes Texas barbecue ribs. Possible treat? //DO NOT FEED THEM WHOLE RIBS. COOKED BONES BAD. //SINCE WHEN WAS THIS VARIABLE A STRING??? IT WAS AN INT 5 LINES AGO //Help the hopeless lesbians get together. //Would Harley and Ivy dating make Harley my mom or Ivy my big sister? Both???

His eyes skimmed the retrieved comments, laughing at a few. It seems that Bane, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn were the most common subjects of the notes, though a few mentioning the Iceberg lounge asking what non-alchoholic drink you’d like added, or Riddler offering you another puzzle to keep your mind active. Even Joker was mentioned, though it seemed mostly transactional.

It was strange seeing you in this light. You seemed to have a lot of spice in you, but a heart made of gold. You were definitely surprised whenever one othe villains offered to take you on some trip to amusement parks, regular parks, even just willingly watching anime with you. It was odd to see. Surely someone at the house did those things with you? He didn’t but he was extremely busy with school and vigilantism. Jason was legally dead, so surely he had all the time in the world.

“How was I supposed to relate to them? They’re what, 12 and into shit like that one with the cat looking dog thing and the robot girl. I have shit to do. Y’know, managing Crime Alley?”

Well, Dick had come over to hang out plenty of times. Surely he’d spent at least a few hours with you every now and then? “I have an entire team and criminals to manage of in another city, Damian. I don’t have as much time as you think to do whatever it was with them they’d wanted to do”

Maybe Tim? “I have college and stuff, Damian. And I don’t have the energy to put into hanging around them. I’d probably just be sleeping most of the time.

Bruce? “I have to manage you, Gotham, and the Justice League, Damian. I barely have time for myself.”

… Alfred? “I tried, Master Damian. However I’m constantly pulled thin between so many tasks. Besides, all you have is school most days, and you’ve had summer vacations and weekends. Shouldn’t you’ve had plenty of time to spend with your younger sibling?”

… He did have the most time outside of vigilantism. And it took him a week to realize you were missing.

You had to realize that they were under extreme stress though, right?He couldn’t spend all his free time with you. He had his own friends to hang out with. How were you two even supposed to relate?

One day at dinner, the thoughts were thrashing in his head, slamming against soft tissue and tearing through brain matter. He aimlessly poked at the food on his plate.

“You alright, replacement?” Jason asked, pausing in his extremely rare dinners with everyone else. Alfred had promised him a tray of fudge to take home this time around, and nobody made fudge quite as good as he did.

“… They were gone for two weeks.”

Everyone stopped eating as he continued.

“Two weeks. Two full weeks before they showed up at that fight. Did anyone here even know? I only noticed after a week and assumed they were just holed up in their room with a class assignment or something.” He was rambling. Everyone was quiet and looking at each other. How did it manage to slip past everyone? They were detectives, for Christ’s sake.

They were your family.

—

Dinner ended with guilt wrapping around their throats and pulling.

Eventually, all of them found themselves in your room. It had been emptied, but showed no signs of struggle. All the small items, the comforter, and your clothes were gone. But what was taken left something behind. Copies of photos of you winning state level competitions, letters requesting your attendance at seminars, photos of gold medals and blue ribbons spread across the floor. Most damning of all was the most recent photo. A certificate by some big time tech company being handed to you. Edward Nashton stood behind you, a firm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

When had this happened? They never remembered hearing of something like this. A news clipping on the back told them it was maybe a week before you left.

“The Wayne prodigy stated that their family had more important things to see to than such an occasion. I can’t imagine something more important that either of my kids being recognized by a multi-million dollar tech company! I remember postponing an anniversary with my husband to celebrate our child placing second in the science fair. But I guess that’s just the Waynes for you!”

That’s just the Waynes to you.

But it’s ok. He can make it better. He can be a good big brother. He can spend time watching anime with you and decorating your room with lace and fairy lights and go makeup shopping with you. You just need to come home. Now.

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[giselle-archive]

@wmuquinnfabray: my last roomies would never ask, so it lowkey traumatized me. But for you and Marls... I'll think about it 😏

I'm taking that as a yes, just so we're clear. I'll at least make sure you're in the room and can see me going through your stuff, if that helps.

[brckensociety]

tag drop | paxton striker, peach chapman & quinn frost

[dottieonline]

well, i appreciate your honestly i suppose. my therapist used to say i always make things harder for myself then they need to be... and then i felt like i was taking up too much of her time so i stopped seeing her.

I feel like yes is the only correct response for this answer I'm sorry.

[blcssom]

closed for @persephonyed ft. kieran quinn

"you're paranoid! i worked with her on a few films last year and she just wanted my advice on a couple scripts. nothing happened, and i can't believe you'd even suggest it."

[brckensocietyarch]

tag drop | quinn frost

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. kieran quinn inspo in source!

he's been keeping himself busy at the craft services table for the most part, but when he sees a familiar silhouette come up beside him he's quick to drop the bagel he'd been eyeing. "i told you to keep at least five feet between us at all times.... it's too risky otherwise."

[heidimoreno]

idk I think if I had to pick, I'd wanna see a fight on Tuesday. What day would you want instead?? Tuesday is the only good choice.

Fights on the MTA are always more entraining and annoying than they have any right to be. Last thing I want to experience headed home on a Tuesday, but at least I didn't have to deal with the cops myself today.

Though, I now really want everyone else's tea for the day.