#c::quinn

[ithinkiwishedonamirage]

[martyrbat]

batman and harley quinn #4

harvey singing duets at random karaoke bars is actually so dear to me....

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"...The first and only therapist I ever saw tried to vaporize my sister in order to influence certain students at my school to commit suicide."

Harley stared down at the kid, nodding with understanding. "That's rough, buddy."

[weinzapfel]

In which Barbie meets Harley Quinn in the real world

[stromer]

“He’s improved his eating habits, he’s reading a book almost weekly to try to improve his brain… I know that sounds silly, but as a captain at 23, that motivates you, that motivates our group… He’s the engine for our team" — Conor Garland Quinn Hughes via the Dropping Gloves podcast

[houndfaker]

Even the shadows swallowed he, To fill his empty soul

[batmantasdaily]

Happy Birthday, Mr J

[midnightsun-if]

Who fell first, and who fell harder with each RO?

Koda: He fell first without even realizing it. It was as natural as breathing at the end of the day.

Scarlett: The MC fell first and she fell harder (or you were both in the same place all along and it just took her a moment to figure that out).

Cyrus/Cyra: They fell harder— not even afraid that they’d hit the ground while doing so as they knew you’d be there to greet them.

Quinn: Their wolf fell first and they fell harder as Quinn wanted to be sure that they, their human side, wasn’t just being influenced by their lupine one.

Caden: They fell at a sedate pace, taking in the sights and allowing themself to truly come to terms with what’s happening. Sometimes they may have shifted up a bit, but they would inevitably end up on the ground with you.

Sloane: They fell harder… But perhaps they also fell first too… Their emotions are sort of all over the place, but they’re content on where they end up landing all the same. Doesn’t matter how long it took to actually fall.

Blake: They took a tumbling dive down a gigantic flight of stairs, got whacked over the head, and then proceeded to be oblivious that they had fallen in the first place and didn’t just find a new, more painful, way to travel.

Reginald/Regina: They fell first without question. How could they not when in the face of you? There’s nothing in this world that could have stopped them.

[thehollowwriter]

Pov Finn in Azul's dream

Okay, so I don't exactly have full context, but it seems most of us were right on the money with Azul's dream involving him having a lot of contracts and power. Of course, since Malleus is influencing these dreams it also means they're not 100% to what the characters want, and more his idea of happiness (even Idia called it shallow)

I don't know what Malleus' take on romance is, but I wouldn't be too surprised if his idea of a "happy, perfect" relationship is one where there are no disagreements and, since Azul's desire seems to be power and admiration, Finn's just there to sing his praises and always go along with whatever he wants to do which is most certainly not how Finn is lol, even if he didn't speak his mind during most of Book 3. He plays the role of the unimportant partner who's always on Azul's arm and always there to be protected and show how great Azul is now.

I also think this Finn would have given Azul his magic immediately and is probably teaching Azul Abyssal magic like Azul wanted in the real world (which normal Finn turned down because Abyss magic is deadly an while he loves Azul he doesn't really trust him with it gfnjjfj) along with a dash of "but you know best, of course."

You'd wish you could see the horror on Finn's face seeing Dream! Finn like "oh my darling Azul is just so smart~" "Oh they're threatening me won't you protect me :(" "Yes of course, Azul, all your ideas are brilliant" He is going to throttle dream Finn.

Maybe I'm horribly wrong and this interpretation is terrible but I found the idea of a crybaby Finn funny af

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[martyrbat]

harley quinn (2000) #1

[ID: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, and Cassandra Cain ambushing a gang as they're all in their respective costumes. Tim quips to Nightwing, “Cheer up—they probably never even heard of Batgirl!” Behind Cass, a criminal suddenly points a gun at their head as he states, “Never hear of her again, either...” Out of nowhere, Batman swoops down and hits the criminal, causing the gun to go flying out of his hands! He tells him, “She never would have let you pull that trigger. Be glad I got to you first.” END ID]

[letsgetrowdy43]

He’s just a little shy 🙈

[joesquaredkq]

Joseph Quinn as Billy Knight in "C.B. Strike" Season 4 "Lethal White: Part 1" (2020)

[dailydcvillains]

Selina Kyle & Harley Quinn in Gotham City Sirens #4

[weirdlookindog]

"I took the candle-lantern and flashed it's feeble light into the coffin." - Seabury Quinn

C. C. Senf - Satan's Stepson

(Weird Tales - September 1931)

[batmantasdaily]

Just a normal argument between a murderous clown and his equally murderous girlfriend

[midnightsun-if]

What would the Ros' reaction be like when killing someone to protect Mc?

Koda: "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he murmurs, gently lowering the body to the ground. The sentiment coming from anyone else would have rung false, but a sincerity lurks within his soft brown gaze that made the bittersweet truth all the more apparent. He knows that if it ever came down to protecting his mate or not taking a life, he'd choose his mate every time, but that didn't make the heaviness on his chest any lighter. "My mama always taught me that you only kill what you need to. Never more than that, because the universe will be unbalanced, and it'll end up righting itself by coming back to haunt you." Koda shakes his head, brow furrowed. "I'm sorry that your death became a necessity."

Scarlett: Blood had never tasted so sweet. Droplets of crimson fall down alabaster fingers as Scarlett grips what remained of the throat she had just torn out, a snarl etched across an elegant face, full lips pulled back in the beginning of a primal growl, fangs coated in red. "Did you think that I wouldn't hunt you? That I wouldn't tear this world apart in order to find the insolent little worm that thought it was okay to harm her?" Her grip tightens, delighting in the strangled gurgle of pain the action causes, as she brings the insipid creature closer. "Your gravest error, besides hurting her, was thinking you'd ever be able to escape. I would let cities turn to ash if it meant I could bask in the warmth the fire cast with her by my side. I would bring ruin and damnation upon the gods themselves, even if it meant I was cast to hell, because I would know what it felt like to have heaven in my arms." Scarlett cocks her head to the side, the ghost of a sardonic smirk appearing briefly. "Taking your life? Is the smallest of sacrifices that I'm willing to make for my heart."

Cyrus/Cyra: A Healer. You're a Healer. The words ring through their mind, sounding vaguely like their grandfather, as they stare at the body in front of them, blood staining the ground in a horrific display; a shade that matched the brilliant vermillion hue that their own eyes had become, soft gold being eclipsed by fiery red. A Healer. You're a Healer. It's a sentiment that echoes tauntingly as they watch the light leave the other's eyes, a grim melancholy settling over them because they know that a single drop of a golden tear would have prevented it. "I am," they whisper, their grip on the still pristine fabric of their pants tightening further. "I am a Healer but before that, before anything, I am theirs."

Quinn: Should have made them suffer. Made them scream. Their wolf snarls, clearly angry at the lack of Quinn's "proper" response to the threat that had been imposed upon their mate. "Enough," Quinn orders, a growl working its way into their voice. They could envision their wolf clearly; the large form pacing in the mental prison Quinn had entrapped it in. "We're not like our family. We're better. We do not do what they would have done." Sapphire blue eyes glint dangerously underneath the moonlight, a sharpness hardening the usually calm expression. They know their words would do little to appease their wolf -- not when it was in hunt mode -- but Quinn would never let themself become what they had once been. "Besides," they continue, their eyes taking in the mangled form before them. "I think we made them suffer plenty."

Caden: Despite their personal feelings on the individual perishing before them, Caden would never forsake their sworn duty -- something that had given them a purpose for so long; their only one, if they were being honest with themself. Until you came along. Silver eyes, a haunting shade of argent in the moonlight, meet the dimming gaze of the person they had just killed, an icy chill working itself out from their chest as they grasp a slackening cheek. "It's alright," they intone, voice carrying sharply across the gentle breeze, wrapping itself within the very sounds of nature. "You can rest now."

Sloane: Harsh breaths escape chapped lips, almost panting due to the exertion, as bloodily bruised fists continue to slam into the figure that had tried to take their everything from them. They had already lost their home once; they weren't about to let some asshole, with a superiority complex and a penchant to not know what was good for them, take the one they had only just found. Stop. Enough. The command from their wolf, harsh in its softness, would normally be ignored, shrugged off like an annoying gnat that still persisted to invade their personal space, but their bone-deep tiredness, coupled by their own fears, causes them to finally halt their movements. Hazel eyes honing in on the mess they had made, but they can't bring themself to feel too bad. Not if it meant that you'd be okay, that you'd be safe, due to their actions.

Blake: A small grimace flits across their features, violet eyes narrowed in disgust as they observe the small flecks of red that had suddenly decided to reside on their silk shirt. "That's just unsanitary," they mutter, sending a sharp glare towards the still form before them. "It didn't have to happen, you know? Wouldn't have cared if you had gone after anyone else, but you had to go after them." They settle on their haunches, a snarl twisting their typically docile expression. "And that?" Blake shakes their head; blonde curls being displaced on their forehead. "That is simply unforgivable."

Reginald/Regina: "I-I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry." The knife, still stained a nauseating crimson, falls from their laxed grip, the clatter of it striking the ground only a dulcet sound compared to the static that had begun to build within their ears. Nausea swirled within their stomach, anguish squeezing their throat in a vice grip, as tears steadily begin to make a trail down their face. Pain, unlike anything they had ever felt before, rips through their chest like the knife had only done a moment before to the figure laying prone on the ground. I had to do it. I had to protect them. I didn't have a choice. They slowly sink to the ground, shaking hands tearing at their hair. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a cho--