#specs and tats

[woodenela]

The extent of damage on my pc is far greater than I initially thought. Once I got it working again I just booted it up to make backups but the past 2 days I actually tested the waters: it's not looking good :')

Graphics card seems somewhat fine but my motherboard and HDD seem damaged.

It's pretty much just hanging on by a thread at this point, every actions is laggy and files don't show up properly, especially if I create new ones (drawing that backup picture was a journey lol). I've begrudgingly looked into a new tower already ;_;

It's been with me for almost 10 years now, my brave little trooper 😭

I can't even offer commissions right now to lessen the blow of paying for a new tower bc drawing anything big or with more DPI makes it lag so hard/ makes it just freeze completely. 2023 keeps fucking me over, it seems....

[victoryai]

SOLAR RETURN ASC AND YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE FOR THE YEAR.

You can reblog ↪️ but please have the decency not 🚫 to steal my post.

©Victoryai.

My Babies have been requesting more solar return observations 😁❤️

Note: A person's physical appearance is predominantly influenced by their natal ascendant. However,(due to my observations) the solar return ascendant may exert a subtle(for most cases) yet temporary impact on one's physical appearance for a year. It's possible for others to notice this change more than you

🚕 Let's go....

🚕♈ Aries ascendant: When you have Aries as your Sr ascendant, you tend to look bolder and more confident in your own way. There's something about your face, maybe it looks more prominent. To some people, you just come of as intimidating. During this year you might easily get scars/tats on your face. You might sustain injuries due to the martian influence.

🚕♉ Taurus ascendant: When Taurus shows up as Sr asc, most people tend to add weight. So for a fact, you might look chubby or even look rich/richer. Simply put you look comfortable.

🚕 ♊ Gemini ascendant: This Sr ASC makes people look younger than their age. You might look nerdy and nervous too or mostly in uniform.

🚕♋ Cancer ascendant: Should I call you Mom or Dad😂 cause this one makes you look soft like you have a kid. You look more approachable though. You might be regularly moody and cry alot. It's funny how I cried for one reason or the other when I had this as a lunar return ascendant 😂, like always....

🚕♌ Leo ascendant:The giddy kid or the star or also the new parent!

You seem like you were created to have fun. There's something about you that just shines this year. You're a whole package of entertainment for your fans bby. You look high class 😋!

🚕♍ Virgo ascendant: I'll try to stay positive about this one,😂. There's a high chance you'll look really clean and organized. You look reasonable and efficient, trustworthy too. You might also look petite and lose weight too. It'll be great if you plan too lose weight. You look like you're on a diet bby!

🚕♎ Libra ascendant: omg 😳 you are pretty 😍, you literally look like everyone's spec. You look feminine and gentle. This is giving wifey/husband material 😻. You might also look like you're married 😂.

🚕♏ Scorpio ascendant: Honestly, you're gradually starting to change and transform . You look complex . You could also change completely due to facial surgery or makeup. I guess I'll have to observe this sign more🤔.

🚕♐ Sagittarius ascendant: You look like you have quite a lot in your head! There's that look of intelligence or someone that's currently learning alot. You look like a foreigner to people around you. You might also look like a religious person, maybe you wear religious symbols often. You tend to add weight . Plus you look funny too 🤣.

🚕♑ Capricorn ascendant: Who's the Boss? You!!. You don't look like you want to engage in cheap talk this year. You have this all serious look about you. You move slow and steady like a boss!!. You might even look like a celeb to people 🤣

🚕♒ Aquarius:Nerdy!Nerdy!. You might just look like that one nerd that uses their phone so much like their life depends on it. You look like "I don't give a f***". Your style this year is just very unique and different. You also look "friendly" too😂

🚕♓ Pisces: Oh my babys🌬️ you look like you don't belong to this world. I'm getting ethereal vibes from you. You might also look confused and lost too. Like someone searching for something that cannot be found on earth. You look sleepy maybe because you might sleep alot too. You might look depressed if you get yourself in bad habits like drugs, addiction or alcohol, so don't!!

You might look crazy too🤕 sorry 😔

[alanisstonedd]

okay bluecollar!rafe but yall. can we make it MARINE!RAFE?? or more specifically MARSOC!rafe* who works for ward at cameron construction co. on leave?? like hello i need him bad guys.

cw: MDNI smut, cursing, stuff in public, food play, cum eating, military stuff, ass play, manhandling, 1 mention of fighting, recording

*marsoc: Marine Forces Special Operations Command - basically what COD men do

like he starts off as a standard private officer after enlisting when you guys graduate high school. he works his way up from private to corporal to sergeant major, and then eventually to captain, colonel, then general. i mean hes fucking unstoppable, hes blowing thru these ranks like nobodys fuckin business, and he not stopping anytime soon baby he in his primeeee.

he moves on to MARSOC and leads a small team on SPEC-OP missions in like borneo. hes literally the best of the best. his full file is like 4 pounds, full of successful recon missions, confirmed kills, successful captures of enemy targets, accurate tracking efforts, successful counterterrorism efforts, successful hostage rescue and successful direct action raids. when theres a REAL threat? they call LT Cameron. callsign? RAIDER

NOW. when baby comes home on leave he works at the family construction company ward owns, building giant beach houses for rich kooks. he eventually inherits cameron construction when ward gets too old to work and he helps ward retire bcs of the cash from being the most elite soldier in the US military. bae is tannnn bcs of construction work ofc, but also since being in the military he likes to go on runs and be in nature to clear his head. and yall alr know hes yatteddddd, both sleeves done by his boy at home on the cut, who happens to be a very talented tattoo artist (barry...)

strictly keeps a buzz for deployment but will grow out a mullet when hes home. signature gold chain is always on, and has a tat on his ring finger for you and maybe one on his forearm. does he have both ears pierced with fake diamond studs in? yes.

is currently in the blueprint stage for a beach house he wants to build you on figure 8 (and one in florida... and will probably start planning another one if he ends up having a long ship-out next deployment) even tho he despises rich fucks and is suchhhh a country boy. i mean hes like pogue!rafe but hes more of a mudding, dirt biking, bonfire, shotgunning beer, lifted truck, bar hop, football game kind of guy. and the most elite soldier in the US military ofc.

takes you on stargazing dates and fucks you in the truck bed, a big beach towel set down and his head in your neck while he ruts into you short and fast. occasionally gets into bar fights when some dick is tryna say sum to u. is such an ass man and will smack and grope that shit wheneverrrr whereverrrr - has zoned out of convos with people while feelin HIS booty up + loves to grip your pussy with his big ass paw when no one is looking.

has a super firm grip due to years of being a marine and WILL manhandle ur ass around - into various positions, onto the bed or couch or counter or etc., up over his shoulder when you gettin on his nerves. gets actually animalistic when yall fuckin, and yk that boy a munch. growls and grunts sooo loud the whole time.

will take you to the dock and fuck you on the family fishing boat. will christen any new bar yall go to by fucking you in the gross bathroom and carving both your initials in the wall with his pocket knife that ward gave him when he was 15. is kinky af but lets u bring it up bcs he feels awkward talking about it. is sooooo nasty - will eat his cum out of you with his whole mouth, eyes locked on yours, sucking your lips into his mouth. then, when it’s not enough, he drags you up to sit on his face and rubs your clit, watching you clench and letting his cum drip from you right onto his tongue.

will stick a thumb in your ass during doggy, while reaching for his phone bcs the way u throwin that ass back on him? yall bout to make another movie. loves watching you clean him up after round 5, when his dick is covered in his and your cum - will not let you miss a spot, even where it dripped down over his hefty balls to his ass. and he rarely shaves - uncut.

if it’s a hot day, he’ll turn the ac off and find you so he can lick the sweat off every crevice of your beautiful body while he’s fucking you over the counter. both of you completely butt naked bcs it’s hot. has a sweet tooth - will interrupt you while you’re baking and strip you, laying you on the counter like the dessert you are and eating the frosting off his favorite parts. get especially excited when it comes to sweets on your nipples.

honestly if that aint a FEASTTTT i dont know what issss

[specs-tacularmen]

Gorgeous

Glorious

Godlike

Guys

.....in glasses

၂၃ ၁၂၁၂

[shades-o-grey]

HELP! GOOD OMENS FIC WRITERS <3

Hello, my fellow lovelies - I'm taking a shot out here in the tumblr scape since I don't know where else to look without getting lost.

Basically I would like to find some people willing to help beta some of my writting or some direction to a community or discord with fellow fic writers or even just enthusiasts in this fandom.

I've gotten mutual help from a friend of mine with my current projects - but they're very busy with life and their own projects, plus our writing style are very different and they're not someone who's seen the show or read the book.

It's great for getting a fresher and objective look - but for more stylistic writting choices and flairs I'd love to find a community who has the same level of Good Omens brain rot as I do who might understand my writting better more creatively?

If that makes sense.

Basically i have so manny ideas a projects and writting things that I want to bounce of someone who can pick up what I'm putting down but don't know where to look.

And shouting out concepts and ficlets into void can only get you so far.

So If you know a place and would like to share, I'd be very grateful - or if you're personally interested please leave a comment or dm me!

If you need an idea of what I sound like when writting- I'd say this post is a pretty good indicator (so if you find my writting annoying in this I'm probably not your cup of tea).

Current projects is a re-work of a 'in canon' fic i wrote last year about the apology dance. It didn't perform as well as I wanted it to so I'm giving it another polish before I re-post it.

If you're curious, here's the link "The Little Dance" - please be gentle with me.

Basically that it - I'd love some writing help and would love to help beta other people writting too - tit for tat. I also draw so if people are looking for some art/banners or covers for thier work I'd love to do that too.

I'm 22 - English is my primary and only language. I am comfortable with mature and sexual themes even though I myself identify in the ace-spec.

Any further inquiries hit up my asks or leave a comment. I'm desperate for some interaction.

Anyway Ciao~ <3

[gr333g]

Hi....can you pls write boyfriend headcanons for Spec (baby from 3 season of Baki)

🏃‍♀️ 🍃

I tried my best❤️

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST HERES A COOKIE 🍪🤞😘

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Spec BF headcanons🤪

(TW: mentions of violence and stalking.‼️)

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-you guys probably met when he was still a serial killer and hadn’t been caught yet.

-you were simply minding your business when you saw him drenched in blood standing in the park.

-he noticed you and became completely infatuated.

-then proceeded to stalk you until he was put in prison.

-when he finally convinces you to date him. (Aka him breaking into your home and forcing you into a relationship with him.) he’s actually not that bad.

-you’re probably the only person he genuinely likes.

-also he has no boundaries. He will touch you whenever he wants and when you ask him to stop he does but will go back to touching you a few hours later.

-he kinda just..shows up at your house whenever he wants.

-it’s 3 am and you’re getting up to go use the restroom? He’s in your kitchen eating your food.

-you just get back from a long day at work? He’s taking a nap on your couch.

-I could go on and on about the random times he just shows up at your house.

-he’ll also leave notes around your house, purely just to see your reaction.

-these notes can be normal. Like a simple ‘I love you’ or ‘I hope you’re doing well’ OR. They could be the most lewdest out of pocket thing you’ve ever read.

-he isn’t able to take you on fancy dates, since…yknow…he’s a convict..

-but he makes up for it by bringing some drinks and snacks, so you two can have a little makeshift date.

-if you have tattoos… oh boy..

-this man will go feral. If he didn’t love you so much he would probably skin you and keep your skin to himself, so he can admire the tats all day.

-even if you don’t have tattoos he still would want to skin you so he could feel your skin all the time.

-if you can’t tell he’s a very violent man…but he means well. I promise 🙏😔

-he’s also INCREDIBLY possessive.

-he would gouge out anyone’s eyes if they looked at you weird.

-God forbid someone TOUCH YOU in a way he doesn’t like.

-if you’re uncomfortable he’ll know

-no matter how hard you try and hide it, he’ll know.

-then he’ll try and find out why you’re uncomfortable.

-he’d definitely let you color in his tattoos btw..😘

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I HOPE I DID WELL AND I HOPE U LIKE IT. Please tell me if I made any mistakes!!

HOPE U ENJOYED AND IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭🙏❤️❤️

[causticcontemplation]

Do you have any images or pictures or art of your Tav? Any descriptions? Refs? Can people draw your tav? And if they do draw it, can we post and tag you?

Anon! Thank you so much for this ask!

Here's a screenshot from when I made them in game (shadowheart for scale). I really need to progress this run, but I've been focusing on my Karlach origin lately.

As for descriptions, lemme give a bit of what I've written in my modern AU:

"They had always been small, barely reaching 5 feet tall, but somehow they seemed smaller now. They were wearing faded, baggy jeans and a black hoodie that went all the way down to their knees. Bleached, buzzed hair peeked out from under their dark gray beanie. Their same round face that she’d seen every day for years now sported dark bags under dim blue eyes and deep worry lines on their forehead. Their piercings were a surprise too: a silver lip ring on the left side and a silver septum ring that had little mushrooms on both ends."

The chapter I'm working on reveals that they've had top surgery and their chest is tatted up (big tat of a weeping willow tree). That would be canon in game if I could get the top surgery mod to work.

Their D&D beyond specs are:

2.5 feet tall and 60 lbs (short with a bit of a tummy), 11 STR so that 60 lbs ain't muscle lol, they have a wide nose with a scar across it, and they rarely smile. I also imagine them with rounder cheeks than BG3 let them have.

If anyone wanted to make art of them, I would be HONORED. I will also probably cry. That would be so sweet. Please tag me if you do so I can see it immediately lmao

Thank you for wanting to know about my favorite little dude! 🤍

[mightyflamethrower]

What Exactly Was Iran Thinking — Or Not?

June 16, 2025

Victor Davis Hanson American Greatness

Iran apparently had not adjusted to its new 2025 status—or maybe it had. Most of its bought terrorists are currently either destroyed or anemic.

There is no more ascendant Iranian “Shia crescent” in the Middle East. Russia is no longer a Middle East power, patron, and protector.

The Assad dynasty imploded, flipping Syria from an Iranian proxy into a likely Iranian enemy. Hezbollah, once supposedly the most fearsome of all the Iranian terrorist tentacles, was humiliated and neutered by a series of surreal Israeli operations.

Hamas has been reduced to a subterranean terrorist remnant.

The Houthis’ tit-for-tat encounters with Israel and the U.S. are systematically turning their Yemeni enclave into an impotent dump. At its present rate, the Houthis will likely soon launch their last rocket at Israel or the Red Sea in a country without fuel, electricity, and ports.

Iran itself, last year in a disastrous air war with Israel, lost its air defenses and is now more or less impotent and defenseless against Israeli air incursions. Its oil income has been slashed by 70-80 percent by the renewed Trump sanctions and ‘maximum pressure’ campaign. Israel can destroy all of its oil industry if it wishes and, apparently, send operatives inside Iran itself as it pleases.

Most of the Arab Sunni world is now losing its accustomed fear of Iran. While the weary pan-Islamic solidarity boilerplate of the Middle East remains the same, privately, most Arab nations rely on the U.S. or even Israel to deter Iran—and predicate their own foreign policy on the degree to which they do just that.

With the end of the Biden administration and Obama a distant memory, Iran lost all hope that it could bluster, bluff, and negotiate itself out of sanctions and embargoes—and into nuclear weapons. There are no more John Kerry's or Antony Blinkens in charge, eager to meet Iranian demands. Ben Rhodes’s “echo chamber” Iran Deal is ancient history.

Israel had done more than all of America’s Middle East wars or all of NATO’s global presence to end Iran’s claims on power and the ability to project its brand of terror and fear throughout the Middle East.

So why did a neutered Iran still sound like the fiery Iran of old, when it once terrorized the Middle East and sent its assassination teams worldwide, with its nearly weekly loud threats to wipe out the one-bomb “Zionist entity?”

What was Iran thinking in refusing to negotiate seriously with the Trump administration to disband its nuclear weapons program and “normalize” its role in the Middle East?

Apparently, given its disastrous last two years, Iran still felt its last-gasp claim both internally and externally on power was on spec to stall and delay by negotiating its way to a dozen nuclear weapons, or, barring that, a deterrent consisting of huge stockpiles of conventional guided missiles.

Such a mini-nuclear arsenal, or fleets of long-range, conventional rockets, would, in Iran’s eyes, still frighten Israel, leverage Europe and the West, and eventually recharge its terrorist legions.

To achieve that unlikely deterrent, the theocracy thought it could draw out Trump’s negotiations endlessly with a series of its trademark feints, falsities, and even threats until it had enriched enough weapons-grade uranium to deter Israel, or created a massive missile force that could overcome the Israeli Iron Dome.

Tehran naively assumed that Trump’s own MAGA base forbade him from starting or even reacting to “forever wars.” Thereby, the Iranians may have believed that Trump’s willingness to deal was a signal that he was restrained domestically or naive enough to put up with their trademark dissimulation. And thus, they wished to believe that Trump would either harness Israel or keep distant from it should Israel preempt to end the Iranian nuclear option.

But Trump had always been clear that Iran could never obtain a nuclear weapon, if deliberately unclear about how that ultimatum would actually be enforced.

Moreover, Iran had always failed to grasp that Trump is not a neo-isolationist but rather a Jacksonian. He certainly does not believe in endless wars or, for that matter, any large, preemptive military action, especially on the ground in the Middle East. He loathes nation-building, and would likely never send a single platoon into Iran.

But all that said, the prior fates of the arch Iranian terrorist general Qasem Soleimani, ISIS kingpin Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, or the Russian Wagner group in Syria might have reminded Iran that Trump will use force to restore or enhance deterrence and ensure U.S. interests.

When Trump began negotiating with Iran for an end to its nuclear program, he warned the theocracy that it had 60 days to renounce nuclear weapon acquisitions. He apparently had picked such a two-month window, given that any time beyond that date might have ensured Iran would have developed a few nuclear weapons, a reality he knew was untenable for Israel and the U.S.

Iran arrogantly gambled that Trump was bluffing and would stay in endless Iranian bartering while pressuring Israel to stand down so as not to derail his peace efforts. But anyone who knew Benjamin Netanyahu or Trump would know that staying the deadline was impossible, and Iran would likely be hit right after the two-month warning expired.

And so, the regime was hit—swiftly and decisively.

Did Iran think its new Russian and Chinese allies would intervene on its behalf or threaten Israel to stand down? But Russia is bogged down in Ukraine in a new Stalingrad that may have cost it 1 million dead and wounded, with no end in sight. Its military has been weakened. It has no desire to enter any additional foreign conflict. If anything, Putin may soon wish Trump to find him a way out of his own self-created quagmire.

Anyway, an Israeli-Iranian conflict and the subsequent unrest and uncertainty in the Persian Gulf, as far as Vladimir Putin was concerned, would only raise the price of oil and further help feed his tiring Russian war machine.

China is currently trying to avoid a catastrophic trade war with the U.S. It has no desire to prevent the U.S. from aiding Israel. Unlike Russia, China wants no conflict of any kind in the Persian Gulf. It once bought 80-90 percent of Iranian oil, and the Middle East supplies about 50 percent of Beijing’s current oil needs.

So, what was Iran’s backup strategy of resistance if its nuclear infrastructure came under attack before it obtained a bomb? Apparently, it had none.

And in some sense, that is a silly question, given the theocracy has no reason to exist if it is not an exporter of Shiite Persian-sponsored terrorism aimed at isolating Israel, bullying the Sunni Arab world, and scaring the West. Indeed, the regime always believed it would dissolve without terrorist satellites, a nuclear threat, and oil money. Yet what we are beginning to witness after nearly half a century is a terrorist regime with no terrorists, a would-be nuclear bully with no nuclear weapons, and a conventional threat that will soon not be threatening.

So, what is the future of this latest episode of the Iran-Israel air war? For now, Trump will keep raising the specter of negotiations, and Israel will keep hammering Iran. Trump will expect that, at some point, either the cornered regime will return to drag out negotiations, lie and cajole to save their battered regime and dwindling resources, or see their oil and defense infrastructure eventually wiped out—and the possibility the regime disappears as well.

We might then expect the current hot war to turn into an intermittent one for a few weeks, its pulse controlled by Israel, in the manner that it has systematically eliminated Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Houthis as threats.

Is that a viable solution? For now, yes, if the Iranian nuclear program is dismantled for a few years.

But no, if the regime survives.

The only end to the latest phase of forever wars in the Middle East is for the current regime in Iran to disappear and be followed by a somewhat sane regime resembling, say, Jordan or Egypt—mostly secular states that may loathe Israel in private but are pragmatic enough never to war with it ever again.

[mageofspacemultiverse]

hey dev hows it going?

TAT> hello person ! hAve never tAlked to before...

TAT> you mAy hAve to be A b!t more spec!f!c

TAT> Are you referr!ng to l!fe !n generAl or some other hAppenstAnce ! should be engAg!ng w!th !nsteAd?

[harperhydra]

[ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall

corruption!au jill !

Finding someone that can go tit-for-tat with her in a hand to hand fight is rare. It brings an exhilaration with it thats only fueled by more and more adrenaline, and a demand from something she can't see, and can't even properly act on.

She's not infectious, the strain ends with her.

At least she thinks so...

A blade rakes across her face, the hot burn of boiling blood streaking down her cheek eventually falling onto her opponents arm as she's suddenly grabbed and shoved into the nearest wall, growling almost like a feral animal as the frenzy raged, but finding it almost impossible to escape from the imposed grapple. She's covered in lacerations and her own hot blood now, the exhaustion is quickly setting in.

For once, she's met someone that can resist her inhuman levels of strength.

"Now I know why they got squads of spec ops tracking you. Shame..." she coughs, glowering at the other woman and slowly becoming dead weight in Jills grip, unable to hold herself up for much longer.

Hunnigans screaming in her ear for a status report... Would that she could give one.

[various-temperature-takes]

pinned

we're corvid , welcome to our page ^^

this is meant for posting thoughts + opinions and not intended to be a discourse account , but who are we to deny someone an argument if they want to start one ?

in other words if someone's gonna be an ass then we're gonna be tit for tat. if you're looking for an argument we'll give you one.

we're bodily seventeen , audhd , physically disabled + chronically ill. we're an m-spec gay genderhoarder , n we're nonhuman.

no dni since we're almost always open to hearing other ppl's opinions on what we post , but we have no issues with blocking ppl if we need to.

[memurfevur-archive]

TAT> sorry perhAps ! should spec!fy TAT> ! Am A...former quAdrAnt of Ashter FAurux TAT> ...on the off chAnce th!s !s not the wrong number Apolog!es !f thAt !s the cAse...

hm. he dΩesnt have a lΩt of thΩse and yΩu sure as hell dΩnt type as ΩbnΩxiΩusly as dez.

Ωh nΩ yΩure prΩbably the Ωther d-person he dated.

daveΩn Ωr sΩmething?

[knowntobevexing]

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It all started on the outskirts of Gotham City. Where all the gloomy clouds seemed to gather and linger for days on end. There was a labyrinthine-stone institution tucked away from the rest of civilization, a place where no single organism lived on the grounds except the patients and staff. A home to some of Gotham’s most criminally insane. . .

The 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦.

The place was littered with corruptible staff and unhinged patients with flight risks. One in particular being a homicidal-clown, who outside of here, frequently found himself fighting a superhero dressed up as a bat. (𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘺) After being thrown in the institute by the Batman, the clown was deemed their most dangerous patient. Who would’ve thought?

(𝘈 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦!)

𝘿𝙧. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙯𝙚𝙡, an intern psychiatrist, (𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦!) had somehow convinced her superiors to let her treat the clown. Often bending the rules for this particular patient, she quickly found herself all too consumed by her work and time with him. Even away from the asylum, her every thought was centered around him.

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Clowns were once a deep rooted fear of hers growing up, but that fear had ultimately lead to curiosity as an adult. Even more so as a licensed psychiatrist, she knew fear aroused and stimulated the brain, and boy was she a sucker for the things that made her feel so painfully alive. (𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯? 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘩.)

On top of the coulrophobia, she had also witnessed such immense violence from her corrupt father during her childhood. Events that planted the seed of fascination for troubled minds, within her.

What made them tick.

The urges.

The perpetual tug-o-war of the illness itself and the specs of humanity they may or may not still possess.

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It didn’t take long for Dr. Harleen to fall under the spell of the once failed comedian, now, 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢’𝙨 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚, aka 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙅𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙧. He had her wrapped around his thick — (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘐𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘕! 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴.) He had her wrapped around his tattooed finger, every deeming credential that made her a good psychiatrist disintegrating in the name of love. (𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

“𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙣.”

He said from behind the tattooed smile that adorned the back of his left hand, his abrupt laughter (𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵���𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴) could be heard from wild distances. But it wasn’t the laughter of joy or happiness. It was a condition known as the 𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙗𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩. (PBA), which was personified by brief uncontrollable outbursts of crying or laughter, that have nothing to do with the patient's feelings.

“𝙃𝘼! 𝙃𝘼! 𝙃𝘼! 𝙃𝘼!”

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An onslaught was brought to Arkham that condemned day 𝘿𝙧. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙯𝙚𝙡 delivered the machine gun. The invasion of Joker’s followers (𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶���𝘴) poured into the institution quickly, all of them armed with heavy artillery made it as easy as 1, 2, 3, to rip through the bodies of guards, other patients, windows, walls..

The stench of death and gun powder filling every hallway. Blood splattered along the walls and shards of glass and bullet shells masked the true linoleum floors.

Chaos.

Destruction.

Madness.

All for him..

(𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯)

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𝘿𝙧. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙯𝙚𝙡 was betrayed that day. (𝘕𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.) Though, she didn’t see it that way. Not even as The Joker’s men threw her down and strapped her into the very seat that Arkham used for their electrotherapy.

The Joker’s eyes were two black holes of rage as he stuck the electrode pads to her temples. A tit for a tat, he said, as he placed a leather belt between her pearly white teeth to stop them from breaking upon a chattering impact once the juices hit her brain.

“𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙡𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙.” He said.

“𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩.”

And take it, she did. After-all, she’d rather the pain from him than the pleasure from anybody else. . .

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Swimming in vivid colors and distant memories, the powerful electroshocks altered her brain chemistry that day.

Not only did she willingly escape the asylum with The Joker and his posse, but she even went as far as plunging herself into the same vat of chemicals that disfigured him, just to prove her love for him.

(𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.…")

And like a phoenix rising from its ashes, she rose from the toxic chemicals as Harley fuckin’ Quinn.

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[adaineisms]

this was not true btw um . the oracle exists now and she asks permission to eat and sleep and touch herself and look people in the eyes. she can rattle off the specs of several different military sniper rifles. she has a serial number womb tat and a tramp stamp that says “built for violence.” she slapped herself across the face because kalina was frustrated with her once. she’s a wizard/monk multiclass. kalina refers to her affectionately as a glass cannon before punching her in the stomach. she’s a combat doll. she’s unstoppable

weird and fucked up of me to admit that as much as i want to be trained im not malleable enough for it. can’t take commands without talking back or explaining. no one is gonna want something that’s only half broken

i’m so stupid im such an idiot god what am i doing

[specs-tacularmen]

이이일일공칠🇰🇷ViRBRo

[cloveroctobers]

GUERO — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: yeah there’s no way you thought I wouldn’t right? I have a type 🤫 & since I’m divorced from angel and SICK of EZ’s ass (the way they scrambled his character is not it) + have a slight crush on Hank I basically just decided to take my pick and I don’t think Guero’s a bad choice—hopefully he doesn’t fuck that up lol. Listen to me being delusional but you kinda have to be even if it’s just a little bit when writing no?

WARNINGS: nothing but short fluff for my new man — with a hint of chaos!

PROMPTS from this list & this one too: 1.) “I’m so hot.” “Loving the confidence.” “Shut up.” + 2.) Ice cream dates.

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It’s early when Guero almost jumps out of your shared bed. He’s the type of man that can sleep through anything if you let him and it takes minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim bedroom. He almost flinches when his brown hues settle on the thin gold curtains, specs of light threatening to fully break through with their beams from the outside.

He yawns, stretching his long ink covered limbs above his head, glancing to his left to notice that you’re not there like you should be. A frown erupts between his brows, his leg brushing over the sheets to feel they’re cool—almost to the point it feels damp?

Instantly he’s pushing himself into a sitting position, stuffing the palms of his large hands into his eye sockets to push the grogginess away. Giving himself a few moments, he glances at the fancy new modern alarm clock, which happened to be a careless purchase on your part, that’s illuminated in white, blurting that it’s 6:51AM.

You were always a early riser but not this damn early. Now he’s in a search of you, feet shuffling against the dark wooden floor as he tosses the bedroom door back. The hallway is also dim as he begins to make his way down by the bathroom on his left-hand side.

It’s not like it takes him long to find you, eyeing the top part of the fridge wide open, the front of it blocking the top half of you. You don’t notice him as he squeezes his way around to stand behind you, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as you stand on your tippy toes, face buried into the freezer.

“I’m so hot.” He hears you say, voice muffled while he leans against the counter that contains the kitchen sink.

“I’m loving the confidence.”

The way his voice booms, makes you smack your head against the top of the freezer, making him snort as you settle back onto your feet, now holding your head as you glare at the taller man.

“Shut up,” you rubbed at the back of your head, “the hell are you doing sneaking up on me? sounding like Morgan freeman and shit?”

Guero lightly laughs, “my apologies babe. I thought you said you liked my morning voice?”

“Not when it’s quiet and I’m trying to have some peace.”

“…In the freezer?” Guero questioned with a frown on his face, as he briefly runs a hand through his bed-hair.

You huff, turning back around to stick your head back into the freezer, hands feeling around the space until you find exactly what you need.

Guero’s rushing over to you now, reaching to snatch the carton of ice cream that you just plucked the top off of, “oh hell no,” he responds as it’s your turn to frown at him.

Immediately you’re putting your back to the tatted man, his frame colliding with yours as you scuffle over the ice cream carton, “get your own!”

“What do you mean? That is mine! You don’t even like peanuts in your hot fudge sundaes.”

You didn’t even rock with sundaes like that in the first place to be honest…but the point still stands.

“Mind your business, Guero.”

“Sorry, last I checked, You are my business.” Guero argued as you peered up at him.

Normally that would make you weak in the knees but at this current moment, in your aggravation? It wasn’t going to fly. Smiling evilly at the man, you stuck your tongue out and swiped it right across the top of the ice cream, letting out a sigh in content as Guero scrunched up his nose.

Now here he was, waking up at the crack of ass, in search of his loving partner of two years that moved with him to santo padre in this updated mobile home, thanks to her contractor dad who had his own business and did plenty work around the golf course in the area, wondering if their well-being was in tact since they had a common case of insomnia from time to time, just to stand here now; with them disrespecting him by licking his favorite ice cream (and not off his body).

“Oh, you’re done for now.” Guero voiced as the both you were now in a battle for the ice cream.

Laughing to yourself, you went to do the same action again but the smack of the carton from your hands was almost like slow motion. Before you could even scrabble to attempt to save the ice cream, it toppled straight to the floor with a loud splat. A brief silence filled the small home as the both of you stared at each other, Guero quirking up a brow, tatted thin but muscular arms raised, quietly asking with his facial expression, what you’re gonna do about it now.

With your hands around his neck and him swinging you around, it was about to turn into WWE up in this bitch. The round only lasted for maybe about ten minutes, the both of you playfully wrestling and talking shit to each other as you stumbled into the living room.

Your arms had Guero’s tree sized ass in a headlock as you yelled, “why would you do that when you know I’m over here sweating my behind off?!”

“One, you didn’t ask and two, just turn the fucken AC on then!” Guero yelled back, arms locking around your waist as he used his weight to shove you onto the floor, but not without using one of his hands to protect the back of your head.

We didn’t need another repeat of the accidental concussion he gave you the last time the both of you wrestled.

“You’re the one who said we need to start saving money, paying $643 a month for just the mortgage alone with both of our shitty salaries and the ceiling fans weren’t doing shit!” You wrapped your legs around his hips while he gripped your wrists back over your head to keep from slapping him.

This was a old but still a fresh story, considering the both of you debated over this maybe two weeks ago? Before the both of you fell into the same routine of trying to make ends meet. The both of you were still young in your mid-to late twenties and didn’t live together back in Tucson but decided to when it came to this new destination.

Guero was grateful that you were locked in with this relationship, since he’s never had a serious partnership before you and he wasn’t down to do long-distance but he also really wasn’t down to fall in love with anybody else either. Back in Arizona you were in school working some shitty minimum wage job at a home improvement store, while he tended to a declining club with his late father…so you do the math.

Now in Santo padre, it was supposed to be a fresh start and money wasn’t discussed much between you two back then since the both of you like to keep it to yourselves. That quickly changed now living together, since it unofficially put a stamp on the potential of making this a forever thing. You were now involved in a unpaid internship while attempting to do some remote part-time job for income and Guero? Let’s just say the new distribution of a deadly thing that starts with the letter “F” was worth something nice!

You didn’t need to know the details though.

“I don’t mind you a little sweaty,” Guero shrugged, thinking about it, while you rolled your eyes.

“Ew, get off me you pig! You’re only making this worse.”

“For you maybe, not for me.” He responds with a wink, “I kinda like this position too.”

While he says so, you brought your knees to your chest, just to push your toes right into Guero’s gut, knocking the wind out of him as he crumpled to the side.

“That…was…not…cool.” He wheezed, holding his belly.

“Just like you smacking that ice cream from my hands. Fair is fair.” You folded your arms, rolling your head back up to stare at the ceiling with a sigh.

Guero watched the profile of you, feeling the energy radiating off you. He wasn’t completely clueless, he knew things were tougher out here for the both of you, trying to find your footing and him trying to avenge his father’s death and live up to his legacy but it always felt good to know that you had each other at the end of the day.

He shuffled closer to you, reaching out a hand to grip yours as he placed a kiss to the back of your hand. Soon he got to his feet, briefly leaving your side, then chuckled to himself at the fallen ice cream on the floor before looking into the freezer himself.

You had your eyes closed, actually liking how cooler it felt on the floor than in your bed. That nap wouldn’t last long with Guero lightly kicking your foot with his own to get your attention.

A nudge of his head made you eye him in curiosity, “Get your pretty ass up here, we’re going on a ice cream date.”

Slowly sitting up with a groan you eyed the other carton Guero was now holding in his hands. A laugh bubbled out your lips as you held one hand out for Guero to easily pull you up with one arm to your feet.

He unlocked the front door to the partial screened in porch, letting you lead the way as you let out another sigh of contentment as a breeze greeted your skin. Plopping down on the couch, you awaited for Guero to follow as he sat right beside you. Tossing your thigh over his, he pulled the top off the carton, stuck the scooper into the container and handed it right over to you.

Smiling to yourself, Guero shook his head at your eagerness as you went to work on getting a good scoop of neapolitan ice cream, leaving him to grip your neck so that he could place a kiss to the back of your once sore head.

Together the both of you sat side by side, watching the orange sunrise above the lake up ahead. A golf cart sputtered by with a elderly couple who happened to be fussing at each other as they made their way by the front of the home.

Originally Guero didn’t want to live in some retiree spot that you picked out but stopped bad-mouthing it after learning that your late firefighter mother spent her remaining months here. He also came to sorta like it, enjoying the quiet (especially at the late hour after hanging out with a bunch of rowdy brothers) and company of you after a few weeks.

“Morning!” The man greeted the two of you on his way by but not without making a coo-coo motion with his other hand towards his wife.

Which earned him a nice slap to his shoulder as the both of you waved at the couple, “I can still see you, AL! I’m not blind.”

“Oh sorry, Martha honey,” The man playfully grimaced at you two which earned him a laugh before he whispered, “I thought the glaucoma was beginning to set in.”

Guero snorted at the man, “have a good one,” as the couple carried on down the path to their daily outing.

“That’s gonna be us in forty years.” You stated after pulling the scooper from your lips, resting your head against Guero’s shoulder.

The man hummed, “you think so?”

“You don’t?”

He shrugged, “I’ll look sexier.”

“Of course you will.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you handed the scooper over to share.

“Wherever you go, I’ll go.”

“Likewise, even if you’re a idiot who wastes ice cream when it’s ninety degrees inside.” You smirked up at Guero who scoffed.

Guero placed the multi-flavored dessert into his mouth for breakfast and declared, “this shit is trash and nowhere near my hot fudge sundae.”

“More for me!” You reached for the carton but Guero blocked you from doing so with his shoulder.

Scowling Guero shook his head at you, “nope you’re gonna wait your turn since you ruined mine.”

“Be for real, That’s your problem, you don’t ever want to share. You’re being a trash date right now and won’t get another one.”

Guero tossed his head back in laughter, mouth full of ice cream as he talked, “yeah, right! What’s mine is yours and you’re mine.”

“Exactly, so give me my ice cream.”

“What?” He was confused by your logic.

Collapsing back against the couch dramatically, hand over your forehead and eyes closed you waited for Guero to break. It was quiet with the wind rustling it’s way through the leaves in the trees and the birds chirping through the summer morning air.

Cracking a eye open, Guero laughed at you.

“You’d be the perfect actor in a soap opera, you know?”

“And you’d be the perfect thief.”

“…takes one to know one,” Guero bit back as he placed another scoop into his mouth.

He was making you sick!

“Give it to me,” you side eyed the man, “you just said it was garbage.”

“Doesn’t mean I completely hate it but it’s not better than my sundae.” He mocked just to fall short as you latched onto his nipple and twisted.

Guero yelped, dropping the scooper into the carton with a hiss and abruptly handed it over. Grinning you happily welcomed the carton back into your hands as Guero rubbed at his pec.

“I cannot believe you just squeezed the shit out of my tit like that! Why you gotta be so violent for?”

As if he didn’t start it by breaking the best and only tower fan in the house, forcing them to settle with the mediocre ceiling fan in their bedroom.

“It’s the only way you’ll listen apparently.” You swung your feet as you licked at the scooper.

Guero winced, “fuck. Who am I gonna marry?”

Your eyes snapped to Guero’s then who stared intently at you.

“Marry?”

“Yeah, I said that.” The man dipped his head confidently before saying, “ One day though, only if you want to that is.”

There goes those butterflies with the birds singing to the beat of your heart at his words. Yeah you were being gushy right now but you couldn’t help how Guero Bardales made you feel.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, based on the look in your eye right now, can you maybe twist too so that way I’ll be more prepared and confirm if I’m with it or not?”

“You kinky asshole, you’re so unserious.” You were ready to flick the ice cream right at Guero’s gorgeous face.

He laughed, “what? I’m giving consent but I’m definitely serious about marriage down the line, I won’t lie about that baby.”

“Mhm.” You nodded leaning over for Guero to peck his plump lips with yours.

Before you could go back to your ice cream, he held your face in place—almost studying every surface of it adoringly. It was still early and you didn’t physically feel your greatest or put together for the day yet, so you sorta hated the fact that Guero was being this intimate right now.

“I love you more than anything, you know?”

You nodded without hesitation, “And I love you.”

He smiled at you, cupping your face, which you turned to peck the palm of his hand, giving him equally a loving smile.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.