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My most definitely rule-breaking free verse haiku for today based around the next writing instalment/prompt:

!TWs: Implied suffering from depression + anxiety + separation anxiety between the lines, presence of deep/heavy thought, hints of self-doubt - If I’ve missed any, please feel free to let me know; thank you!

Motes of Dust/Heart Keeps Burning

None of it makes sense;

Why the sun burns, why night falls -

Why we were stuck here,

Often in darkness,

But there was one thing I knew -

By the utter end,

We’d all fall down, anyway.

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Hope you enjoyed, and are looking forward to the dropping of the full version of the upcoming prompt at some point tomorrow! ❤️

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Harley Quinn X FemWerewolf Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt [Sneak-Peek]

• Inspired by TJ Klune’s Green Greek Book Series as well as Rachel Allen’s Harley Quinn Book Series

• Takes place after the events of the first film (Suicide Squad, 2016)

• The full version will be dropping at some point on Tuesday!

• There will be more!

!TW: Implied suffering from depression + anxiety + separation anxiety, hints of self doubt, being in prison/imprisoned, self put-down(s), supernatural elements, mention of a break-up/breaking up + carcasses - If I have missed any, please feel free to let me know; thank you!

Motes of Dust/Heart Keeps Burning

“Why did you never tell me this before?” Harley questioned, and you winced, trying to avoid looking over at her especially when you could sense that she, too, was struggling not to break down, right now. “Why did you never even think to-”

“B-Because - I’ve - I’ve been-.. years, Harley. I’ve been in love with you. For years,” you managed, each word sounding strained, punched from your gut as if they were painful, your eyes dark, and composure weaker than she’d ever seen it before; she’d always had this effect on you - ever since you’d first met her, she’d-

“You should have told me,” she hissed, and you faltered, a pained expression on your face as you nodded gravely, “why didn’t you? Why wouldn’t you? This is important, okay? N-Not just some stupid little prank or whatever, right? So why didn’t you?”

“I just n-never had-.. never had the guts. To say it,” you admitted dejectedly, “was scared - thought you’d-.. hate me, if you knew. Couldn’t take that risk. Love you, Harleen.”

You tensed up, your heart pounding uncomfortably within your chest as she smiled lovingly in your direction, unable to fight it back anymore. She hastily bowed her head, knowing she couldn’t give in so easily to you, though she longed to do so, body and soul. She sighed, leaning heavily against the bars behind her.

“I just-.. can’t believe you’d keep this from me,” she stated, and you frowned, hearing the pain in her voice, “I thought I meant something to you - something more than that; keeping secrets, like they aren’t the type of ones to destroy everything around you.”

“You. Don’t feel the same - do you?” You guessed, your voice barely audible, and she hesitated, a hurt look on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at you, worried; she could hear you were trying not to cry, too, and it was more painful than anything she’d ever imagined, before. “Tell me,” you practically pleaded, your voice shaking a little, “make me hurt again. I’m not good; you know I’m not good. Just kill me. Put me out of my misery. Know you. Want to. So do it-”

“No,” she interjected sharply, and you faltered, “Y/n, I can’t hurt you; you know I’d never do that to you, right?” Your hesitation was enough to make her heart ache. She scoffed, before shaking her head, her eyes drifting over to the doors to her right. She couldn’t bear this; couldn’t bear seeing you like this. She sighed, before shrugging, and glancing back at you, but you didn’t dare look in her direction, afraid of what she’d think of you, if you did; what she’d be able to determine, if you tried. Instead, you focused on the ground, your throat burning with frustration and hurt, all from your own words, as much as her own. “Look, I’m gonna tell you something, okay? And you’re gonna listen, and not say a word until I’m done, alright? Nod your head, if you understand me,” she instructed, and you hesitated, before nodding slowly. She drew in a barely audible shaky breath, her hands even trembling a little as she crossed her arms over her chest as if trying to shield herself. You sensed the tension; her anxiety - it was enough to make you more alert, warily looking around, before your gaze fell back upon her. You just wanted to protect her; wanted to make her happy. Make her see that you would always be there for her; you’d always be her shadow, for her own good. It was all you’d ever dreamt of, ever since her sweet scent had invaded your nostrils the way it did, that first day. You timidly stepped closer to her, your irises flickering between their usual blue and a bold orange colour. Nothing would threaten her, anytime soon - not whilst you were still here. “You may already know,” she began slowly; cautiously, “I don’t know how you werewolves hear things; h-how easily you might actually be able to hear the betrayal of a small heart beat. Nugget, you.. I’m already making this obvious, aren’t I? Look, I know you might think that our kiss meant nothing, that day. When Winter almost caught us, but it meant everything, to me. Everything. You mean everything, to me. I love you, little wolfy. I always have - a-and I realised I was in love with you as - as soon as-.. when - when all of my decisions began to revolve around you, and I’m sorry, if that’s not what you want, b-because I know you’ve always been weird about me possibly wanting to be with you, and I’m sorry for that, but-”

You couldn’t take it anymore, shaking your head as you got up off of the bed, your heart racing as you lifted your hands up to your face, small tears leaking from your eyes like small pools of fury and weakness. You drew in a shaky breath, and she didn’t know what to do with herself; she just wished she could be in your cell with you, hugging you close to her, and cradling you whilst you cried into her neck, shaking, and cold. Well, probably not cold, being a werewolf with your own personal furnace, but you get the gist, right?

“Stop,” you whispered, “please-”

“Nugget-”

“Hurts,” you managed again, “too much - can’t take it. Won’t take it; stop-”

“You need to hear it,” she insisted, “look at me.”

You couldn’t resist her command, lifting your gaze to her own as you swallowed thickly, your eyes already sore, and hands shaky as you lowered them back down to your sides. Her eyes were almost enough to stall the pain; it felt like a warm blanket enveloping itself around you, to have her holding your frame within her stunning icy blue orbs. You wanted to be lost within them, forever. If only you could be.

“You love me,” you murmured, and she smiled faintly back at you, nodding slowly as she inched even closer to the bars, begging you to come closer; to let her at least hold your hands in her own. She couldn’t take the distance between you both; it was painful, even. It burned, to taste fresh air. She offered you her right hand through the bars, and you timidly glanced down at it, before nodding slowly again, and making forward to take it. She grinned back at you, as soon as her hand was safely enveloped within your own. You smiled softly back at her, glad to be this close to her again, even after how things had been before, between you both. Her and Winter. You flinched at the reminder of the name, but tried not to let it effect you too much. You forced a smile back at her, though your fangs itched to come out of your gums, the wolf within you scratching for you to change into your true form. You grunted quietly, and Harley wondered what you were thinking, wishing she could look into your brain - see what was hiding within it. It had always been something that had captured her interest, like that. “Winter. Back at home - will you-”

“Don’t worry,” she cooed softly, things starting to make sense, now, “consider me and Winter donezo, okay? We’ve been-.. thinking about it for a little while, anyway. It’s you, Nugget - it’s always been you, for me. I just wish I could have told you, before.”

“Wolf. Stone wolf - when we get home-”

“Whenever you’re ready, okay? You don’t have to give it to me right away,” she reassured you, “only when you’re ready to take such a step. I love you, and that’s all that matters, now - just don’t bring me dead animals, okay?” You winced, and she appeared skeptical, before sighing. She knew you much too well. “You’re gonna give me dead animals to try and court me, aren’t you?” She guessed, and you shrugged, before releasing her hand so you could begin to undress yourself, intending to sleep in your wolf form, tonight, to avoid any further complications as well as partial embarrassment. She tried not to eye your body too much, looking away to give you some privacy, until she heard the tell-tale shift of bone and muscle, prompting her to look back over you again once you’d landed back down upon the ground, now on four big white paws, instead of two human feet. “Look, it’s fine if you do, I guess, just - leave them in a sanitary place, okay, so we can actually use them, at least,” she recommended, and you grunted in reply, before lifting your tail a little to bury your face into it, curled up just beside your bed. It wasn’t as comfortable as the floor was, considering it was only a sheet of hard metal. At least the ground was level, to help you keep a level head. She smiled softly - she couldn’t stay mad at you, before she herself laid down upon her own bed, her gaze dancing over for a brief moment longer, until she decided she wouldn’t get anything else out of you tonight, as she bid you ‘goodnight’, before allowing her eyelids to flutter shut. Little did she know, you still weren’t asleep, your eyelids opening slowly as your irises flickered boldly again, your now orange eyes shining in the darkness as soon as lights out fell. You wouldn’t sleep, not until you were absolutely positive she was safe. No matter what.

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Hope you enjoyed, and are looking forward to the dropping of the full version coming this Tuesday! ❤️

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Hello, everyone! This is just a quick update to say I have finally finished the next writing instalment/prompt! It will be dropping over the next few days in this fashion:

Sunday - Sneak-Peek of the prompt!

Monday - Haiku based around the prompt!

Tuesday - Full version of the prompt!

I hope the style is okay; I’ve been busy recently and my creative mind hasn’t worked very well due to this! I hope you enjoy, and have a lovely rest of the day! Thanks, guys! ❤️

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Reneé Rapp as Leighton Murray THE SEX LIVES OF COLLEGE GIRLS — 3x01: Welcome Back to Essex (2024)

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RENEÉ RAPP on INSTAGRAM

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I love evil gay people

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a drawing of regina picking janis up…again. much to her disdain.

You guys love making Janis angry huh?

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Janis with selective mutism is actually so interesting to write, I forgot about this draft.

Gosh, Imagine Regina trying to learn sign language for Janis. And Damian already knowing it.

Like...Awwww 🥹

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♡ Harley Quinn by Bailie Rosenlund ♡

Harley Quinn (2021 - ) #48 Variant Cover

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Harley and Ivy by David Nakayama

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HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES ⇢ 4x10 | KILLER'S BLOCK

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hi barbie, hi harley 💚

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autumn and Harlivy :)

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Hello, everyone! I apologise for not posting today; had a busy day at Uni, but I’m back now and will continue with the production of the next writing instalment/prompt! Have a lovely rest of the day! ❤️

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Thought I'd make a tiny fic in chat form. Should I make more of those?

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Regina: Come on, you need to go to bed.

Janis: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die!

Regina: …

Regina: What the hell, Mr. Snuffles—