#post inspired by my dumb baby boy Puddin

[rachi-roo]

Rachiiiii, I know I send you nice stuff on Instagram but I thought I’d surprise you on here for a change. 😘

Where do I even begin with you? Well since I’m writing this on my fic account, I may as well say that you are sO FRICKING TALENTED LIKE IDEK HOW YOU DONT SEE IT!! Whether you’re creating characters, writing fics or drawing, I’m always inspired and amazed by your talent, even if you don’t see it, so many others and myself do. 💕

Aaaaand, you’re my beautiful girlfriend, and I love you so fricking much. Every day I ask myself why you chose me, as you deserve so much better, but I’m so thankful you did choose my dumb ass and I want you to know that I will always be here for you no matter what ❤️

I’m asking other people the same sort of question but I’m gonna expand it for you... if you could have any OC or fic come to life, which would it be?

I love you 3000 💕❤️

Ijwndhwhshahajdisid? Jenfuajanfidke? Isndjsjdbejsowkd?! 😭 I love you so much, sweetheart! I'd be so lost without you, both in adulting and life in general! You give me a reason for living, a goal to achieve and I'm so glad I met you. It hasn't even been a year but already I know I want to spend my life with you. I chose you because you are you. You're my smol, smart, funny, adorable lil' fat-free puddin' and I'd do anything for you my dearest girl 🥰❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️

Honestly, all of my ocs are kind of self inserts 😂 But the one who isn't a self insert is Marvin. That red, imp boi I made from the Onward universe 😁 He's so sof, and I love the relationship between him and the Lightfoot bros. Barleys best friend and Ians honorary big bro. 💕

I really wanna post my Marvin aaaart! But I'm worried the fandom is dead 😭 Eh I'll do it anyway XD

I LOVE YOU 3000, BABIE!!!!

[rawrkats]

sweetheart, guess what i did today

fanfic; joker/harley; this was actually suppose to be my entry for day 1 of jokerxharleyweek but I went with something different instead... anyway, I don't see the harm in posting this so here you go. Enjoy!

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They had all found out, eventually, that there wasn't a single soul on earth that could stop a Harley Quinn on a mission. (And especially if that mission had anything to do with her beloved Mister J.)

It was a visibly confused and bleary-eyed Johnny Frost--who had barely taken his first sip of coffee that morning—that Harley had accosted and made to drive her to the 24-hour tattoo parlor that the Boss frequented.

Well, used to frequent that was, until he got an on-call tattoo artist that would come running whenever the Joker wanted him to... it was better that way, Frost had thought. Less driving and less precaution while the Boss was under the needle.

Why Harley didn't want to get tatted up at home this time, Frost had no idea. He knew it wasn't his business to ask.

Especially when she had given him a warning before she climbed out of the car, "You blab about this to Mistah J and I dump you in the river with the Lambo. And you know how much he loves that car."

Frost only allowed himself to breathe normally again once the door slammed shut behind her.

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When inspiration struck, Harley didn't waste anytime dragging Frosty down to see Stacy—formerly Steve—the tattoo artist. (She found it hilarious. A little endearing too because of course J would never let a guy lay their paws all over her naked skin... even if they had gloves on the entire time.)

It was about time she got something to fill up that annoying empty space above her cleavage and give the boys something new to stare at.

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"Be careful with it, sweetheart." Stacy said around the lollipop in her mouth. It was the one thing that Harley found irritating about her. The overuse of the word 'sweetheart'.

"This isn't my first rodeo," Harley slapped a couple of hundreds onto the table and held out her hand expectantly.

"Mmhmm. Still, remember to keep it dry."

Harley didn't respond to that; she was busy unwrapping the lollipop Stacy pressed into her hand.

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"Ow." Harley blinked back tears when she had forgotten about her new ink and flopped belly first onto the bed.

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By the time Joker returned to their base, Harley was impatient to show him the surprise she had gotten for him. She hoped his reaction would be better than the last time, when he had stared for a long, hard second between uttering, "That's cute, Harley-pie."

And then he dismissed her by going into the bathroom for a shower while Harley pouted and sulked for the rest of the night.

That was not going to happen again.

"What did you do today, honey?' Mister J was in a good mood. He wouldn't indulge her and play house when he wasn't.

"Oh you know. This and that... I found that last grenade you were looking for. It was behind the bed!"  

Joker purred. "Ahhhh...you're the best, baby."

But he had yet to turn around and look at her, because he was too busy wiping his favorite knife clean. Mister J had a very eventful day indeed.

Harley pouted. "Aren't you going to kiss me hello, Puddin'?"

She refused to submit and go to him unless he decided he would pay his full attention to her. After what seemed like forever but was actually half a minute, Joker finally stopped what he was doing and turned around to face her.

He raised his arms and asked expectantly, "Well?"

Harley twirled the ends of her hair and played dumb. The Joker rolled his eyes and took a step torwards her. "Come on. Come to daddy."

He had anticipated her squeal of delight, and when she leapt from the bed he readily caught her in his arms.

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Harley was enthusiastic in nearly everything she does, so kissing required a lot energy and concentration on his part... not that he minded at all. It was only when Harley was catching her breath did the Joker finally had a chance to notice... something peeking out from her shirt. Something that had definitely not been there before. His eyes traced the strokes and curves of black ink, realized they were words and managed to make out an uppercase 'D', an 'a', and two lowercase 'd's...

Daddy's

Daddy's what?

He yanked down her top and ignored the way the silky material ripped under the force. Harley didn't seem to mind. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Do you like it, Puddin'?" Her voice trembled with barely concealed desire when she caught the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at the words etched on her skin.

Daddy's lil' Monster.

Joker's voice was rough and strained when he finally uttered a simple, "Yes."

He kissed the tattoo, tasted sweat and ink, before licking the red smear from his lipstick off her skin.

Harley was a pile of jelly in his arms.

"I... I'm so glad," she squeaked because she had just felt the scrape of his metal teeth, and her tattoo was still a little sensitive to the touch. "I did it just for you."

Joker groaned and rolled his head upwards, slowly as if in pain. "You're so good to me, Harley."

When he looked back down at her, Harley finally noticed how dilated his pupils had become. "Now let me show you how good I can be."

He anticipated her squeal of delight when he swept her up and carried her back to their bed. 

It was uncertain who the monster was that night.