#╼ ✘╽ IT’S NOT MUCH … BUT IT’S ENOUGH. ╽ HALFDENT.

[d3adhood]

tag dump , feel free to disregard.

╼ ✘╽   IN MY DEFENSE I WAS PROBABLY STONED.   ╽   OOC. ╼ ✘╽   THIS IS THE WAY IT IS.   ╽   PSA. ╼ ✘╽   ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS TAKE IT SLOW.   ╽   P. ╼ ✘╽   I’M A POPULAR POPULAR MONSTER.   ╽   SP. ╼ ✘╽   WORDS MEAN NOTHING WITHOUT ACTIONS BEHIND THEM.   ╽   PROMPTS. ╼ ✘╽   I’M NOT PLAYIN GAMES ANYMORE!   ╽   GAMES. ╼ ✘╽   MY SWEET BOY…NOTHIN GO ON WITH YOUR DAY   ╽   META. ╼ ✘╽   TURNS OUT I MAKE THINGS SOMETIMES.   ╽   EDITS. ╼ ✘╽   YEAH NOW I’M BACK … OH LOOK AT THAT.   ╽   APPEARANCE. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD KNOWS I’M A LITTLE TWISTED.   ╽   MUSING. ╼ ✘╽   THAT’S WHY I GOT THESE … SICK THOUGHTS.   ╽   HEADCANONS. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED WAS RIPPED AWAY.   ╽   DESIRES. ╼ ✘╽   BEEN TO HELL & NOW I’M BACK.   ╽   IC. ╼ ✘╽   YOU TALKED SHIT .. NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET HIT.   ╽   ANSWERED. ╼ ✘╽   WE REALLY GOTTA STOP MEETING LIKE THIS MAN.   ╽   REPLIES. ╼ ✘╽   IT’S NOT MUCH … BUT IT’S ENOUGH.   ╽   HALFDENT. ╼ ✘╽   ME WITHOUT YOU DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE.   ╽   BRUZ3R.

[drekkavac]

𝐀  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊  𝐘𝐎𝐔!!!

As  many  of  you  may  know  ...  I've  been  going  through  a  hell  of  a  time  recently.  I'm  not  going  to  get  into  it  all  ,  because  that's  𝐍𝐎𝐓  what  this  post  is  about.  This  post  ,  is  meant  for  me  to  thank  some  people  who  have  gone  the  𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  to  reach  out  to  me  ,  &  make  sure  that  I  am  doing  okay.  It's  been  really  helpful  to  keep  my  head  up  &  keep  swimming  through  all  of  this  ,  &  you  guys  really  have  𝐍𝐎  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀  how  much  you  guys  have  actually  saved  me  recently.

These  people  are  real  ,  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  additions  to  the  rpc  ,  &  definitely  people  I  will  be  going  to  bat  for  in  the  future.  Thank  you  so  much  for  all  the  support  ,  love  ,  &  just  generally  caring  about  me.

So  without  further  a  do  ...  Lets  get  to  being  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋  ...

@vintertsarn  &  @scores-of-antiheroes.  We've  been  going  through  this  together  ,  &  I  have  to  publicly  thank  one  of  my  partner's  &  their  partner  first  &  foremost.  It's  been  a  good  feeling  knowing  that  no  matter  what  happens  ...  We're  in  this  together.  So  thank  you  guys  for  being  there.

@depictedmorada  ,  @wormholxtreme  &  @renownedagent.  These  people  have  been  so  giving  recently.  &  also  just  reaching  out  &  making  sure  I'm  doing  okay.  You  guys  have  helped  me  remember  i'm  not  alone  ,  &  Isabel  ...  You  sweet  sweet  flower.  You  have  been  so  so  so  helpful  when  I  just  wanna  curl  up  &  give  up.  Thank  you  so  much  for  the  extra  attention  &  being  so  giving  recently.

@halfdent  ,  @katarinawilliams  &  @urbanoath.  New  people  to  my  mutuals  list  ,  but  I  couldn't  be  more  thankful  for  you  three.  These  three  have  been  checking  in  just  about  every  day  ,  &  have  shown  me  just  how  much  people  here  still  care  about  people  here  as  more  than  just  a  blog  ,  but  we're  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄.  There  really  aren't  enough  people  out  there  like  these  people.  They  are  good  people  ,  who  care  about  people.  &  I  swear  to  God  I'm  tearing  up  writing  this  right  now.  Thank  you.

𝐈  𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!  Even  if  you've  just  liked  my  posts  ,  or  commented  on  them  wishing  me  well  ,  I  want  to  thank  each  &  every  one  of  you  as  well.  It  really  ,  really  means  the  world  to  me.  I  don't  celebrate  Thanksgiving  ,  but  I  support  the  energy  of  being  thankful  this  time  of  year  ,  for  the  people  &  things  we  𝐃𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  ,  &  despite  how  scared  I  am  for  my  future  ...  I  am  so  so  thankful  for  the  things  𝐈  𝐃𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  ,  &  it's  because  of  these  people  specifically  that  that  has  been  easier  to  do  right  not.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌  𝐎𝐅  𝐌𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ...  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊  𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[thrspidcr]

"𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥" 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

@halfdent ASKED: [ FOOD ]: after ensuring the receiver is safe and stable, sender brings them out a plate of food. (HARVEY && TWOS)

The goblin had been the hardest one to track down, he always was. Peter was too reliant on his senses when it came to the Goblin. How else was he to deal with the level of crazy that floated around on a glider?

To top that off, he hadn't expected the clown to join in. That kind of insane would surely contest the other. He couldn't wrap his head around how such a pairing was remotely possible.

He had accepted the Batman's help. The Disaster that had hit New York prior to his suction into this universe was already becoming a reality here.

The Goblin somehow had access tot he technology. Giving it to the clown seemed a worse idea than its own inception. The only crumb of sanity was that the Goblin had been searching for something ( or rather someone) and whatever temporary truce had transpired, Peter wasn't letting the citizens of Gotham pay for it.

He didn't remember much beyond his mask being slashed and the gas hitting his lungs. He had a vague memory of webbing ahold of Robin and the woman they had targeted before flinging them into the direction of safety.

Between pain, fog, and whatever else had transpired, he only knew the last thing he had tried to do, was keep the buildings standing, and let Batman handle the Joker and evacuation.

He wasn't going to let what happened to his home, happen here. He just couldn't. Whoever they were searching for wasn't worth the cost of the lives it would take tearing the universe apart to find them.

He hurt.

When he opened his eyes, he could still feel pain radiating down his spine and into his legs. He imagined this was what sciatic pain felt like. He was stiff as his arms throbbed down to his fingers. He tried to stand and wavered, clearly the gas was still in his system.

He didn't wander very far before he began to cough. Great. What did he break now? The coughing turned to retching and the wrenching produced some red mass of internal importance and several bullet shells right into the nearest trash can.

Swell. At some point he'd been shot.

He'd picked up the small can and had proceeded throughout...wherever this was. He couldn't exactly leave the trash can where it was when the contents inside were radioactive enough to give anyone cancer.

He needed his stuff. His suit, his web shooters. Whose clothes were these even? He didn't like to use his organic webs, they were harder to control.

He did use them, however, on the first person he was alerted to. he wasn't strong enough to climb the walls to evade them and the slightest misstep meant his identity would be exposed. Better to get them first.

--

" I'm sorry about that, sir." he repeated again, now seated and calmed down. " It'll dissolve in an hour or two, your guy'll be fine. Promise."

He really was sorry. He was only trying to protect himself. "Thank you." he said softer, watching the bowl of chicken noodle soup be placed down in front of him. He didn't think he'd actually get it. He was starving.

[ofgctham]

i diagnose you with hot

incompetent intern hot

your coworkers have a crush on you. if they can even be called your coworkers because they're kinda above you. you sit at the bottom of the pecking order, but when the office sees you fumble another stack of papers or leave in a panicked hurry for the boss's coffee, they feel fond of you. they wanna straighten your permanantly askew tie and fix your hair for you, so maybe you'll get the recognition you deserve.

incompetent intern hot

your coworkers have a crush on you. if they can even be called your coworkers because they're kinda above you. you sit at the bottom of the pecking order, but when the office sees you fumble another stack of papers or leave in a panicked hurry for the boss's coffee, they feel fond of you. they wanna straighten your permanantly askew tie and fix your hair for you, so maybe you'll get the recognition you deserve.

math tutor hot

you're really not here for romance, at all. but whenever you actually interact with people, they're smitten with you. you might be usually overlooked, but for some reason whenever you're helping a peer who likely wasn't responsible enough to study like you told them to before the session, they're always paying rapt attention. you roll your eyes and lecture them whenever they seem distracted, staring at you or the floor instead of the textbook. but it's the moments where you raise an eyebrow, half impressed, and give them a quiet "good work" that makes you such a successful tutor. your praise is hard to come by, and people are certainly going to work to hear it again.

Tagged: @halfdent / thank you so much!!

Tagging: @question-marked , @nvincbl , @oceandeepling , @storybounded , & anybody else who wants to do this!

[clownofspades]

@halfdent requested a starter ♡

Harleen hates this part of town.

Necessity makes fools of us all, she thinks, as bitter as the biting winds cutting through the street. As familiar as a limb, she moves through the back alleys, careful not to be seen. If she had it her way – and one day she would – she would never set foot in this part of the city again. But desperation had driven her to the edge; only she didn’t want to jump this time. She almost had everything. It wasn’t fair.

The Clown couldn’t keep winning; the hammer could not always come down against the nail, yet here she was. The only home she’d managed to create for herself, separate from him, was destroyed; her beloved hyenas and the threadbare sense of security she’d clung to the casualties. Unspoken was the agreement between them; she remained out of his orbit, stopped trying to kill him, and in exchange, he left her alone.

You should have known better, the sensible, teetering-on sane part of her whispers in the back of her mind, throbbing like a headache. When has he ever cared about honoring rules and respecting boundaries? ❝You're right,❞She grumbles to herself. ❝But there's no need to be a bitch about it.❞

Harleen could spend all night unspooling the tangled web of mistakes she’d made where The Joker was involved; instead, she planned on doing something about it. She wasn’t running; she was regrouping. The first and most crucial step meant friends; she was fresh out of those, so allies would have to do the trick for now. 

Coming up on the back entrance to the run-down dive bar she’d chosen as a meeting place, she quickly unlocks and opens the door, slipping inside. She saw that walking through the front door of any place was a quick way to find yourself in the middle of an ambush, so she made a habit of never doing so. No one says anything as she cuts through the kitchen, though she can feel a dozen confused glances tossed her way. The employees give her a wide berth and a healthy dose of invisibility as she struts out of the kitchen and out to the main floor of the bar. Harleen drinks it all in, gulping down the attention greedily. She was the Harley Quinn—Gotham’s Diamond four times over, as evidenced by the tattoo symbol on her left wrist. The Clown would never be able to take that from her, no matter how hard he tried, though she was prepared to take quite a bit from him. All she needed was a little help.

Harleen knew nothing of Two-Face outside of street talk rumors and speculations, and that was enough to pique her curiosity and send them a message. The world painted them as someone unglued, a door that had never seen a hinge: perfection. She did not expect much when she had made her way here, having no clue if they would even bother responding to a stranger, so when she lays eyes on them in the low light of the bar, silhouetted by the grey cigarette smoke of some asshole smoking, she grins. Surprises are rare and her favorite delicacy. She grants them a silent point on the mental tally she had only just decided to keep and makes her way over to them.

❝Color me surprised,❞ She says. ❝I wasn’t sure you’d be here. Harley, here. So which of you showed up?❞ Harleen asks, taking in the man with a face half like a fractured mirror.

[drekkavac]

Anya  hasn't  had  much  of  a  Birthday  from  what  he  has  gathered  ,  never  anyone  to  truly  care  about  the  occasion  ,  always  treated  like  a  well  oiled  machine  rather  than  a  human  being  .  He  tried  to  pay  attention  to  the  small  things  she  liked  ,  the  things  that  really  seemed  to  matter  to  her  .  Hm  ...  that's  when  he  saw  it  &&  he  could  only  thank  society's  obsession  with  The  Nutcracker  as  a  festive  tradition  for  it  . A  music  box  with  a  spinning  ballerina  on  top  .  Sure  enough  he's  wrapped  it  &&  awaits  for  her  at  the  dinner  table  at  breakfast  .  "  Morning  to  you  .  "  ﹔  @halfdent.

The  sun  had  been  what  woke  them  up  that  morning.   UNUSUAL  TO  THE  NORMAL  NIGHTMARES.   What  that  meant  however  ,  was  rather  than  being  up  before  the  morning  songbirds  were  ,  Anya  had  found  themselves  sleeping  until  the  winter  morning  sunlight  BATHED  THEIR  FACE  IN  LIGHT.   Gently  rousing  them  to  greet  the  day.   A  stretch  &  their  body  takes  up  the  length  of  the  bed.   Letting  out  a  sigh  &  a  groan.   The  kind  you  let  out  after  a  𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  night's  sleep.

She  hadn't  remembered  what  day  it  was  yet.   They  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  remembered  when  it  came  around.   Their  birthday  HADN'T  BEEN  IMPORTANT  WHEN  SHE  WAS  GROWING  UP.   Weapons  didn't  have  birthdays.  Weapons  weren't  born  ,  they  were  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄.   Shaped  and  formed  from  pieces  into  something  to  bring  harm.  No  ,  birthdays  never  really  felt  like  something  that  BELONGED  TO  THEM.   Something  they  could  watch  others  enjoy  if  they  were  lucky.   Then  ,  when  their  life  was  their  own  …  The  people  they  wanted  to  celebrate  that  with  …  were  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

But  things  were  different  now.   They  weren't  alone.   NOW  THEY  HAD  HARVEY.   Where  at  first  things  were  tense  between  them  ,  a  wounded  animal  feeling  caught  in  the  corner  ,  &  the  man  who  want  to  right  all  the  wrongs  DONE  BY  OTHER  MEN.   If  he  was  anything  ,  he  was  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓.   He  knew  that  they  needed  time  ,  &  space  to  learn  to  trust  him  ,  &  he  had  given  them  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  ,  &  more.   One  of  those  things  was  showing  her  everything  in  like  that  she  had  missed  out  on.   Last  night's  activity  being  their  person  𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  ,  a  good  black  and  white  movie  on  the  couch.  ‘It’s  A  Wonderful  Life'   a  movie  they  had  thoroughly  enjoyed  ,  before  𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘  retiring  to  their  room  to  sleep.   Sometimes  Harvey  slept  in  the  floor  ,  but  they  had  opted  to  spend  the  night  alone  ,  SO  THEY  COULD  SPEND  THE  NIGHT  DRAWING  SOME  OF  THE  FEATURES  HE  HAD  THAT  CAUGHT  THEIR  EYE.   By  the  time  they  ventured  into  the  kitchen  in  dining  room  ,  it  was  nearing  close  to  7am.

His  voice  caught  her  attention  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  ,  followed  by  the  spread  of  food  waiting  for  them  both  to  enjoy.  LIPS  CURLED  UP  INTO  A  SMILE.   Hand  reaching  up  to  itch  the  back  of  their  head  with  a  bit  of  a  SHEEPISH  SMILE.    ❛❛  Morning  ,  you  really  put  out  the  spread  didn't  you?  ❜❜    The  food  ,  &  the  man  who  had  made  it  all  had  been  noticed  ,  BEFORE  EYES  FOUND  THE  WRAPPED  PRESENT.   When  they  did  though  ,  brows  furrowed  in  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘.   Picking  up  the  small  wrapped  box  before  looking  at  him.    ❛❛  You  got  this  for  me?  ❜❜    There  was  a  genuine  confusion  there  ,  but  no  less  gratitude.   Mismatched  eyes  looked  back  to  the  gift  ,  &  a  moment  later  those  eyes  widened  ,  realizing  they  had  forgotten  a  very  important  day.    ❛❛  Боже  мой  ,  what  day  is  it?  ❜❜    There  should  have  been  enough  context  clues  to  tell  them  𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘  what  day  it  was  …  The  day  they  always  forget  …  Their  birthday.

[thrspidcr]

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@halfdent SAID: ❝   PROTECTING 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , PROTECTING 𝐌𝐄 ( / 𝚖𝚎 ) . * I throw the evidence into the trunk && 𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙿 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰 . Lie awake . I SLEEP AWAKE . I sleep with one eye on the bedroom door , THE OTHER ON MY 45 . ❞  ( Harv && TWOS . )

Its always an interesting to watch them interact with each other. It wasn't like they talked directly to each other, but more so adjacent to each other. Like the internal monolog became external.

Dr. Octavious was like that in some sense. Sometimes Peter missed the way he had been. He'd invented those arms to help with his fusion reactor-- but also to help his wife. Rosie had been paralyzed in a car accident. Something about going through the windshield and getting stuck on the glass.

It was through a summer intern program that Peter had met the doctor and that they even got along at all before the accident.

The two birds one stone of the arms and his experiment was meant to further his research in his fusion reactor, and the arms hooked up through his nervous system were only a prototype for his wife. If he could have been successful, he could have taken the next steps to make something better for her. If he had managed to help Rosie, Peter thought that many other people could have been helped, too.

But now , whenever their paths crossed, he was still experimenting away, building bigger and better reactors, having some kind of one side conversation with the arms. It always circled back to Rosie. Sometimes they ( the doctor and his silent arms ) even argued over her.

He wondered where Rosie was now much in the same way he wondered after Gilda. It wasn't as simply comparable as that.

What he could see very clearly, was how often Mr. Face went out of his way to protect Mr. Dent. Peter wouldn't call it brotherly, but sometimes he wondered if he stuck a mirror up in front of them-- would they actually talk to each other instead of simply commentate on the other's existence? Did all their discussions happen in their head?

That seemed so terribly lonely.

Sure, Mr. Face was a staunch character, but under the right circumstances he wasn't that bad a person. He was just like some neglected dog on too short a chain. Of course he was going to bite. A mad dog wasn't a bad one. Someone had to beat that into them first.

Visiting them at Arkham always made Peter feel kind of sick. It was like they'd been lobotomized. Like all of their teeth had been pulled and they went on guming through their existence. Wasn't there some study about how twins could devour themselves in utero? Or was that just superstition? Maybe this was what happened. Maybe they were always meant to be two people. Somehow that thought just didn't fit for them. two birds, one stone.

" Hey." Peter began as if to cut in. "Make sure you drink a lot of water okay? Get all that junk out of your system." He knew well enough to give them space on the first few days out. He'd been here long enough to know that by now. That didn't mean he wasn't itching to go and see them and hope it was a good enough day and the coin landed the right way up.

Without thinking the rest through, he stepped forward and gave them a hug. Pulling back ( and looking up at them ) he said " I'm glad your back." Both of you.