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dcxdpdabbles · 16 days ago

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DC XDP Fic idea: Gamer Boy

Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are well known for turning objects found around the house into ghost-fighting gear. This was partially to save money on materials and partially because the Fentons were geniuses like that.

They had no trouble changing an object's entire purpose. It was awe-inspiring if you didn't live with them and misplaced something.

What happened to the TV remote? It's now a controller for the defense of house security weapons.

What happened to the third chair at the dinner table? It's now the main anchor for the ghost shield at the top of the house.

Where were the forks? Melted down to create the Spector-Glider jetpack, allowing any hunter on the go to fly right after the ecto-foes!

Danny learned to keep everything he wanted to be left alone in his room (Jack and Maddie had a rule not to bother the kids' safe spaces); otherwise, it would somehow become gear. His room was messy, but he knew where everything was and when he placed it there.

They vanished if he didn't.

It was odd to be so well aware of his things, but it was a fact of life he accepted growing up in the Fenton Household, like the food coming back to life. When they came to visit, his friends knew he had a strict rule of leaving everything in his room.

So, really, there was no reason for this mistake to happen. Sadly, he's gotten a bit careless since the whole Phantom thing. This is his downfall. See, it started the day Tucker brought home a cool new mobile gaming console, lending it to Danny after his parents refused to buy it for him due to his grades.

He had been excited to curl up in a ball on his bed and play the mobile version of Doom. No computer needed, connecting to the world wide web and with a ton of new updates- some even inspired by him when he went into the game last time, and some developer saw him- it was everything he wanted to spend his Friday afternoon on.

Then, a new ghost yells about wanting to be the best showgirl this town has ever seen and starts Can-caning into buildings. She was from before Amity Park was even a town or a city. She was a ghost from the late eighteen hundreds who had arrived in what would have been his hometown with the few settlers who had tricked her.

From what Sam discovered, she had been promised a stage, her name on the headliners as the best performer, and riches beyond belief. What she got instead was a bartender job where the men laughed and mocked her dreams. They wanted something pretty to serve their drinks and would not pay her for it.

She was working to be fed and to keep a roof over her head.

She was too poor to leave and had no family willing to lend a hand after her father warned her that if she ran off to chase her dreams, he would cut her off.

Danny could understand why she hated the sight of this place flourishing and booming when in life it had been her cave but he couldn't let her break it all down. The fight with her last hours then days and finally weeks before he was able to put her away in the Zone.

He had been so exhausted that it wasn't until Tucker asked for his console back that he realized he had had it for a whole month and had not gotten past the main menu.

The worst was putting it in the living room drawer on his way out for a fight. That was a week ago. Rushing home, Danny was relieved to find it still in the same place, untouched by his parent's fingers.

He was supposed to return it to Tucker the following morning, and since no one else was home, he could at least leave it on for a few hours. Not bothering to change back into Fenton, Danny floated in the air, eyes dropping but determined to enjoy this game if it killed him.

The second he powered it on, a woman's voice beeped in a familiar chilling tone.

"Ghost detected. Activating FentonTrap."

He tried to drop it, but it had a similar concept to the Fenton Thermos. His hands were stuck to the metal, and thrashing about wasn't doing anything but fling him through the air.

Before he knew it, he was sucked right into the screen. He screamed, but no one was around to listen. Just his luck. The gaming console turned into a ghost bear trap, falling the second he was sucked into.

It landed in Jazz's cardboard box of old things she had set aside to donate. She was moving out for college and felt it was good to give it away to the less fortunate.

Danny panicked inside the gaming console, floating into a box of darkness with nothing but the screen acting like a window to see out into the real world. Unlike when he entered the game, he had no control over his surroundings or the settings.

He waited a few hours, and as soon as Jazz came down from her bedroom the following morning, he tried screaming as loud as he could to get her attention. But she didn't react. Not even when he pushed his ectoplasm into the screen, holding it would do something.

The game was off. Jazz wasn't a gaming type of person, so she felt no need to turn it on when she was opening the box with tape. Danny could do nothing as she loaded it into her car and drove it to a nearby Wayne Foundation donation center. He hoped someone would pick him up and turn on the console so he could get help.

It was the very latest system. Someone had to be tempted.

But no such luck.

He was moved through hands, everyone assuming that this was only donated if it was busted. It didn't help their assumptions that the darn thing randomly beeped and cried out, "Ghost detected!". Danny tried repeatedly to get someone's attention, but he always failed and was moved between centers across the country, watching time move on without him.

Being inside the GhostTrap was a strange pain. He didn't need food or water, but he felt starved. He missed the sun on his skin, the voices of people speaking to him and not around him, and his family.

A family probably losing their minds looking for him. Danny Fenotn had vanished at fifteen years old, and the earth kept turning. He was stuck there, never aging, never moving, and always watching as years passed.

He stayed long enough for the console to become outdated, and people stopped even considering taking him home.

Eventually, Danny was pushed into the retro gaming boxes, sealed up, and moved across the states. He ended up in a pawn shop in a bigger city, placed in a glass case facing up. I was far more interested in him than the community depot the Waynes had him in.

He watched daily as various shady people entered Crime Alley's best pawn shop and traded multiple items for cash. He had stopped trying to get people's attention at this point. A little over a decade of inability to communicate did that to a person.

Danny sat back, watching people from below place cash on the counter items and wonder about them. Sometimes, they would peer down at him, getting close enough to fog up the glass, but never ask for him.

Until one day, a tiny little boy wandered in, clutching a few dollars. He said he got the money, and Hans (the pawn shop owner) didn't ask. He just counted out the bill for the tiny thing and told him what he could buy with it.

Danny was shocked to see those blue eyes sparkle with glee when they landed on his system. The boy was told that it might be busted because Hans was a good man to children, but he happily claimed he had never had a video game before, and a broken one was better than none.

The boy clutched the game tightly to his chest, slipping him into his pocket with great care, and ran home. Not that Danny could see where that home was. All he got was an eyeful of lint and a half-eaten lollipop.

It didn't stop his heart from leaping in his chest as the newfound hope he had long ago given up on bursting into flames along his rib cages. The second the boy was in his home, he washed after his mother yelled at him to bathe and eat, and he powered on Tucker's system after nearly a decade.

At once, Danny's surroundings changed into a bright light, and his powers could finally pass the screen. He rushed at it, feeling himself slipping through the traps as powering on the console seemed to be the same button as "release".

He flies out, throwing his arms wide open and laughing because, finally, after so long, he is free. He spins in circles, bathing in the feeling of air, even if it's a bit stale. He strains his eyes to listen to the city outside after everything has been so muffled, just seeing the real world.

The boy was pressed against the wall, his wide blue eyes staring up at Danny in suppressed fear. He was obviously on the poorer side, with his mattress on the floor and clothes so faded they might as well be white with a bit of color stains, but Danny didn't care.

"You set me free!" He tells the child, floating before him, "Thank you!"

The boy's mouth opens and closes- isn't it odd that he hasn't heard his name so far- before his wide blue eyes widen. "Are you a genie?"

"Hmm?" Danny wants to talk to him properly but is too busy taking everything in. He is feeling the real world again, seeing color, and feeling the walls.

No wonder his old foes kept trying to come back here. The world was a wonderful place to be in.

"You are! Like the one Aladdin found! I know my first wish. I wish my mom was sober."

Danny doesn't know who Aladdin is, but that... is a sad wish. Oddly enough, he does know how to make it come true. He had been studying under FrostBite after realizing he couldn't be an astronaut anymore and had found that his ectoplasm had a side effect of healing humans.

In theory, it should make her sober.

He considers the boy's earnest and hopeful eyes and thinks I do owe him.

"Alright, bring me to your mom. I'm Danny, by the way. Danny Phantom."

"I'm Jason!" Jason cheers, rushing to the door of his small little bedroom and grabbing Danny's hand on the way. He's practically dragging him to a small living room.

There, leaning against the wall, is a woman, her head bobbing side to side, muttering things under her breath and looking like a mess. There was a needle near her leg. This makes Danny grimace, especially with how easily Jason accepts it.

He places his hands on her face- reeling at the feeling of other humans again!- and pushes his ectoplasm into her body, removing anything he can find that shouldn't be there. He's repairing the damages done by the drugs to her body as he does so.

It might not stop her from doing more in the future, but the addiction is gone. She will no longer crave it.

When he pulls his hands off her, Jason lets out a little gasp by his side. Already, his mother looks healthy. Skin no longer shrunken, hair growing back, skin smooth and blemished free, and a rosy tint to her cheeks.

Now she's just a pretty woman nappin' against the wall with her son holding her hand, looking like he just witnessed a miracle.

Danny isn't sure how he can explain that she could just start up again and tear apart everything he fixed. It feels wrong to speak it as the boy snuggles close to her, crying silent little tears.

"I know what I want my next wish to be" Jason whispers. He looks Danny straight in the eyes when he says, "I wish you were my big brother."

And that is sad, too. But it gives him a reason to stick around and ensure she doesn't put this kid through this again. Besides, he's been missing for twelve years and hasn't changed much. He's scared to go back and has nothing to return to.

Danny shifts into his home form, making the little boy gasp again. "Do I pass as your brother?"

"Yes! You look a lot like me!" Jason beams, "Mom will be so excited to meet you!"

Oh,, he will ensure she is. After all, he needed to scare her straight. Maybe he can find a job to help her get Jason all the games he wants in the world.

Danny Fenton went missing all those years ago. The World kept spinning, but now Danny Todd was spinning with it.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Gamer Boy #Part 1 #Danny helps raise Jason #Catherine wakes up healthy with a new son #Who SCARES her #Cause he not about to let her relaspe #She also saw his ghost form and couldn't pray him away #Danny does get a job. Hans hires him #Jason fully belives hes a genie #Saving his third wish #TW: Missing person

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fineprintedsunsets · 2 years ago

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𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙴𝚃𝙷

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 12! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

nurse au

Synopsis: Nurse Levinson knows her, and for as long as he can remember, he wants to help her. And tonight, his plan is going to work.

Word Count: 1.8k

Trigger Warnings: THE LAST DAY OF #HAUNTEDHOEDOWN, this is a bit late. nurse!ari levinson x unnamed f!oc. suicide attempt. HEAVY CONTENT<please read with caution> . Self-Harm. relaspe. feeling numbness, no emotion. pain. (lots of fucking pain). im so in love with ari saying "mama". comfort. psych wards. angst. (i fucking hate those places, and this was written with every ounce of hate i could muster) this is fiction, you obvi cant just walk out of a ward. (i wish someone just picked me up and carried me out of that hell hole.)

I miss my body.

The version of my vessel that remains unscared and unbroken. It's gone now, battered with bruises and self-inflicted scars.

I miss my home, the one I inhabited before I was caged with white walls and prescription pills.

I miss myself.

I can't describe myself, oddly. I can barely remember what I used to look like other than dull eyes and sunken cheekbones.

I’m dying in this place. Slowly, mentally.

I stare up at the white tiles, the same ones I’ve been looking at for months. They never change, I wish they would. The sound of a door clicking open, the noise bouncing off the walls, notifies me of the time.

“Hey Mama, how are you feeling today?” Nurse Levinson greets me with a small smile. I glance at him from my lying down position, seeing him follow with a cart of medication. I groan, turning away.

“Mama’s, Answer me.” The nurse demands, but I just sigh, sitting up to grab my medication, each colored pill placed in separate clear cups. There are five. Before I can wrap my frail fingers around one, Ari snatches the cart away.

“Mama.”

“I’m fine,” I answer bluntly. Although I’ll never say it aloud, Ari is the only nurse without evil intentions. He’s a good man, one I would have been friends with when I was still…

Me.

His tall frame comes to the side of my white bed, his large fingers cupping my chin. It’s nothing special, but it makes me feel for just a sliver of a second, feeling the heat from his palm press into my cheek.

“Not feeling group today?”

I shake my head, grabbing the first of five cups. “No”. He lets me this time, knowing my reluctance is evident. He should be used to it by now. I put the pill onto my tongue, making sure the appendage is flat. I don’t need a liquid, I’ve done this hundreds of times before.

I close my mouth, and close my eyes. My mouth wants to spit it out, wants to reject the medication like always. Ari stands in front of me, his fingers grasping gently at my chin as I’m forced to look into his eyes. “Swallow” He orders, My throat obeys him, forcing the red pill down.

I don’t gag, never have. Ari smiles with approval. “Good girl.”

I don’t feel anything by the words, although his presence offers me some form of my old self, which I haven’t seen in a while.

I don’t know if she was ever there.

“How about we skip group, and go straight to our lessons? What do you say?”

“No,” I answer him placidly, taking another pill and popping it into my mouth. This one is blue, it tastes no different.

“No? Mama, are you feeling alright?” I hate the way he speaks to me, as if I'm an animal in a cage, waiting to attack. I’m a grown adult.

“I’m not going to slit my wrist.” Ari's face turns into a wince at my sudden harsh words. I don’t care, they treat me like a weak little girl. I smile weakly, swallowing another pill in between dry gulps.

“I have to dull down the truth, I forgot, Nurse Levinson.” I began again, changing my words to the mandated ones we always use here. “I will not cause any harm to myself or others.”

Ari is battling with himself, I can see it in his features. He wants to feel bad for me, but just like the rest of us, he has a job to do.

“Mama-” He pleads, silently yearning for me to stop talking so plainly. Ari and everyone else here always want to cover up the truth, want to sugarcoat it in red and blue pills and select dialogue.

Screw that shit.

“I don’t want to go to the group, but you will take me anyway. I don’t want to go to lessons, but I'll be dragged there regardless” I turn towards him, moving off my mattress to stand in front of his tall form. He’s wearing blue scrubs, the same every day.

For I don’t know how long.

I lost track of time a while ago.

“Why do you ask me the same questions, as if I’ll have another answer?” He runs a large hand through his long blonde hair, sighing.

“It’s-”

“Required?” I finish his sentence with a silver tongue, my face unmoving. I’ve looked like the same frowning woman since I arrived here.

Nothing ever changes.

“Leave, Ari.” I start to walk by him, not going anywhere in my bedroom, The doors lock from outside, I could run, but I'd end up right back where I stand. I learned that the hard way.

His fingers grab my wrist gently, he’s careful to avoid the white scratches. He knows where my scars are, and he knows I hate them being touched.

I almost smile.

“You know I can’t do that.” He gruffs, I have to look up to him every time he talks, I'm much shorter.

“Because it’s required or?” Ari stops short, his fingers still grabbing gently at my wrist, the medication cart still off to the side. I could grab something.

I could.

He pulls me to him unexpectedly, and I let out a small whimper at how quickly he does it. His heat warms me up, although I’m just skin and bones against him, it makes me feel something. Ari always makes me feel.

It’s why I hate him.

I run my hands down his back, looking for something. Something very specific. He stills underneath my fingers, palms my head and brings me to his chest, our position resembling something of an awkward hug.

“I’m not required to care about my patients.”

A disappointed smile appears on my lips as I grab something from his pocket. He doesn't notice, my little fingers make it impossible. I recognize the tube immediately, and with all my strength, I push the man back, taking the tube with me.

He barely stumbles.

“Liar,” I whisper, holding the syringe in front of my face, Both I and Ari can see it, and the color that drains from his features makes the truth worth it. The tube has a label with a word I can not pronounce, but the number of times I’ve had one injected into me, I know what they do.

A sedative.

“Come on, mama. I have to carry them”. Ari pleads, his eyes wide. I circle him, watching as he flinches when I move closer.

I hate Ari Levinson because he feels like home. I hate him because I’m upset at the fact he carries a sedative when he walks into my room.

Normally, I wouldn’t care if a nurse carried a sedative, but because it’s Ari, a piece of my non-existent heart cracks. He stares at me. I stare at him.

I smile.

Ari knows he’s just lost me.

Not physically.

My broken vessel remains where It stands.

He’s lost my trust.

And we both know in here, that’s worth more than a life.

ꕤ

I don’t know how this happened.

After my chat with a deceitful Nurse, I went to a group, went to lessons with him, didn’t talk, and now somehow I’m running.

I did something, something bad.

There’s blood on my paper clothes.

My socks make it easier to run, they are good for something. I turn down another hallway, an alarm blaring loudly. They’ve announced a lockdown.

Everyone and their mothers are going to be in this hallway in about 3 minutes.

I didn’t mean to etch glass into my scars, allowing them to re-open, but I’ve never had an urge so strong in my entire life. After Ari left my room, taking the syringe and medicine cart with him, I felt again.

It’s weird, almost like flipping a switch back on but having to dust it off first, maybe fiddle with the wires. I can’t explain the true feeling of having consciousness of your body again, numbness turning into pain, feelings burning throughout you.

I was hurt by Ari carrying that syringe, he turned my switch back on.

And my mind went into pain.

I relapsed.

My feet hurt, I can’t stop running though, I feel a set of booths stomp behind me. They're coming for me, it’s only a matter of time.

I don’t know why I ran to begin with, they would have walked into my room, seen my bloodied wrist, bandaged it, and then sent me to a padded room. To “ensure” my safety, of course.

“Mama?” I hear his voice echo through the hallways, and I stop in my tracks. I don’t hear any other footsteps unless they're trying to ambush me. Why would they send Ari after me?

I don’t fight it when he finds me, I stopped running when I heard his voice.

My body just did it, even as I tried to move my feet, they wouldn’t budge. “Sweet girl…” His voice is taut with emotion, I know he notices my wrists, but he pays no attention to them.

“Come here.” Ari holds his arms out, and with the same reluctance, my body is attracted to his, like a magnetic force field pushing us close together. I settle into his arms, feeling his heat as he lifts me up, grabbing my ankles and wrapping them around his waist.

I look like a little girl with her father.

His fingers run through my hair as I bury my nose in his shoulders, his other hand holds me up as I cling to him. We stand there, in the middle of the red-lit hallway, alarm blaring, and he just holds me.

“Shh… You're with me, sweetheart.”

Ari keeps me supported against him, whispering words into my ears as he leads me down a hallway. I don’t recognize this one, I’ve never been down it.

But then I see a large red sign, spelling the word

“EXIT”.

I lift my head from his shoulder, my face unmoving as I ask, “Exit? Ari-”

“The sedative wasn’t for you, sweetheart.”

“It was for anyone who got in my way.”

My heart cracks as he glances down both ends of the hallway. They trusted him to come and find me, but really, he’s freeing me. “This was your plan, to free me-”

“You were never supposed to hurt yourself, Mama.”

The sunlight hits my skin immediately, and I bask in it, I haven’t felt it in months. The doors shut behind us, and security cameras can surely see me wrapped around his waist, his large hands placed at my back, and my little fingers, running through his long blonde hair.

My wrist hurts, but the guilt never comes, even as the blood starts to dry and the aftermath is revealed. Ari wanted me to find that syringe, that’s why he pulled me to his chest. He knew it would upset me, and he knew when I got upset, I ran.

“I’m glad I did”

“Sweetheart-”

“No, Now I know, Ari. I can feel.”

“You make me feel.”

#masterlist #fanfic #oneshot #ari levinson #ari levison x reader

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thatknittinglady · 5 years ago

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Thinking about The Joker movie

So I watched the Joker movie, and honestly it is ONE of the only Jokers I can see other then BTAS, I can see Harley falling in love with. Like full on seriously. I can imagine her talking to him and just you know falling in honest to god love. Just by the way he is, and is portrayed. So spoilers of course. This is more of the way I think Harley and Joker would interact with this, rather then a review.

The thing is, that the way its in my head is much like the BTAS way, you know Harley is just like ‘so cool’ and all of that. The old Gothom Hospital was Burned down in the riots and everyone was temporarily housed in Blackgate as Arkham was retrofitted into what it is. Harley is one of the people brought in in order to help categorize the people there as to where they go. So she gets to talk to him and she is just like “look all your records were lost in the fire, could ya give a gal a name?” and being all fairly subdued due to the massive amount of drugs pumped into him he can’t really talk or anything.

So Harley goes on against them and goes ‘look he can barely talk lets let off on the meds’ and people just go. ‘This guy has literally killed three people in this place, yeah no’ but Harley knowing that these things can you know be detrimental to health, goes and lessens the does herself. So she can talk to him and all that, get everything done. A lot of people just got shuffled around a lot so no one there really knows who he is the point of this.

She sets him up for an interview and so asks him his name. “What can I call you? I got them to lessen your meds so things should be better.” She polite and kind and smiles you know.

“I don’t like my name, I like the name Joker.” so Harley wanting to get his trust to open up and all of that is like.

“Okay! How about telling me about yourself Mister Joker? Or can I call you MIsta J?” Harley laughs and you know he’d perk up and smile.

“I like Mista J.”

“Okay, Mista J, can you tell me when your birthday is?” and he’s confused. You know why do you need to know these things. “Well, you were pretty badly drugged, I guess ya don’t remember. But some people tried to burn down the hospital you were in. You’re in Blackgate right now, but we lost a lot of records in the fire. A lot of people quit or were moved, and some people had to be brought in from Bludhaven like me! So no one really knows ya here anymore I’m really sorry about that too.” so they talk for awhile Harley gets the info we all think is real and all that. He’s being all nice and everything since Harley is you know nice, she is happy and just EGEAR.

“I would love to talk to ya again Mista J, we’ll set it up! So long as you’re good and don’t do anything to hurt anyone.”

“of course! I’ll do my best.” so of course the staff is a bit you know mad that she lessened his dose, but after a week and nothing happens they back off. She gets him back to a room to talk and he’s just telling her a mix of lies and truths.

“I just wished he only hurt me, my dad you know. I could take it, I’d act out, so that he’d never hurt my mom. Cause I love her.”

“You are a real hero for trying to keep your mom safe! Not very many people would do that sort of thing!” she taking down notes. “You know I wish my mom is as good as yours.”

“Is she really bad?”

“OH she’s just an alcholic Mista J. I tried to help her so much, get her into programs but she always relaspes. There just comes a time you just have to step back and let a person just...”

“Destory themselves?”

“KInda I guess Mista J. I want her to be like she was when I was little, you know always happy and smiling. But she just isn’t anymore. I figure if she wants to die, then she should just-” *puts her fingers to her head and pulls the trigger* “Make my life easier.”

“You’re a doctor! How can you think that?!”

“Mista J, everyone has those kind of thoughts! The only bad thing is acting on those thoughts!” he starts laughing and she laughs with him. “I’m so happy that you can laugh, you are really laughing right? I want you to be happy Mista J.” so its just, like wow. See a person who is genuine in wanting to help people, but sorta becomes obsessed with him. Someone kinda easy to manipulate, but yet not really. Manipulate in the way that they don’t see the lie being told. Eventually Joker stops eating to manipulate her. Either in an attempt to escape or gain sympathy because these people are not fully trained to deal with them.

“Mista J, why aren’t you eatin?”

“I always used to eat with my mom, todays the aniversy of her death. I just don’t want to eat alone anymore.”

“Well, if you would be nice, and not try to hurt me, or anyone else, i’ll eat with you. We can talk everyday then!”

“Promise?”

“As much as I can! I can’t really promise 100% but I will do everything in my power to do this for ya Mista J!” maybe she like sees a way to get in the head of him, but really he’s gotten into her head. He’s manipulating her.

“So bam! He hits me really hard, and that’s when they finally rescue me, but now I’ve got this thing in my head. I used to think its a condition.”

“That’s what my mom says about her crap. “its a condition, people don’t think that maybe its just the way they are. They blame things on other people right? Because its easier to do that. Do you blame people?”

“Nope. Why would I blame someone else? When I smothered my mom in the hospital I did it because I wanted to.” Harley, blinking just shakes her head laughing.

“Mista J, a guy that says he’d take a punch for his mom isn’t the type of guy to hurt her.” Then she actually touches him, like grab his hand and smile. “I know its hard to tell real things from some bad thoughts in your head. I really wish my mom was better so much I can see her being good again. Like it really happened.” so she doesn’t actually believe he killed his mom.

“I killed three kids, and then a doctor. Two orderlies.”

“Well I know the doctors and the two other guys, why did you hurt them though Mista J?”

“I didn’t like them. They were mean.”

“You’ll tell me if I’m mean right? I don’t want to be mean to you. I want you to be happy.” So you like SEE how this relationship works when Harley does go crazy, when she helps him kills and murder. Eventually, he is just being awkward with the utensils, and looking at her so she gets them to uncuff him for the meals and stuff. She tells him actual truths about herself, but we don’t know how much he is lying or not.

“You know what would make me really happy?”

“Yes! Please tell me!”

“Flowers. Can I gift you some flowers?”

“Oh my goodness Mista J! You are a charmer! I adore flowers!” she tells him her favorite flowers and just praises him for this sort of thing. “I think its really important to tell a girl you like her through flowers like the old way. It’s so romantic, I think all romance has left the world.” Then we see something kinda scary, when she gets home there are flowers. In her apartment, her favorite flowers. So of course this is kinda scary, but then that’s it. Its just flowers.

“Mista J, did you send flowers to my place?”

“Yes I did, the door was open when the delivery guy came by. Is that okay? Did you not like them.” *puppy dog face* and Harley is more concerned with loosing ground then her fear.

“No! Of course I love them! It just a little surprising! But surprises aren’t bad at all.” Then slowly, like a month, and eventually comes the time to get everyone moved. Harley’s work is basically done, and is ready to go to Bludhaven.

“I don’t want to go there, people are still so mean to me. Can’t I be transferred to your hospital?”

“I’ll do what I can Mista J.” and he kisses her. The orderlies come in and start beating him. So she grabs one of the sticks and actually beats them off him. You know defending him. So she actually can’t help him be transferred anymore, and now knows that she has to help this guy, because she feels like she is the only one who cares. So in the last meeting, she slips him a note. Basically asking him to behave and she’ll get him to Bludhaven. And during the transfer actually takes him, and gets him away from the trucks getting him out and away.

Then the shoe drops, and they basically get jumped by Joker goons, and she is kidnapped. Then probably tormented, hurt, but she is just trying to help Joker. And soon just does it. Like one of the orderlies is brought up and she kills him, and finds that you know what. Killing is easy and not really that bad anymore. I mean seriously.

All these thoughts and scenes are in my head because THIS guy is one of the few iterations I can see HARLEY falling in love with. In helping and all that jazz you know.

#joker #joker movie #BTAS

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qrowofmisfortune · 4 years ago

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tandemrosa:

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Unable to remove the images of death from her mind, Ruby truly hadn’t given mind to his words, she watched people die like she was playing a simple video game - First Penny, then Roman. The Pyrrha. She almost lost her Uncle on their way here, even if it was by default nobodies fault, she attempted to inhale, only causing a choke of a much louder sob - she’s supposed to be strong. This was what it meant to be a Huntress, to see close ones die, even team mates - to witness demises of Grimm and people alike, born into warriors to prevent those, she wasn’t doing much of a good job already; but, she had to be brave.

Choking and holding back all she could, she inhaled again, sniffling and pressing her hand against his chest to push him away. If this were a while ago, maybe she could - no, she would have clung to him and cried harder. It seemed, like that rose he’d helped raise; had wilted over time just a few more, having maybe even lost a petal for the first in all her years of innocent and purity. - “I’m fine. I just, miss her- Them. I miss them.” - Even. Roman? She guesses, he was a funny character; disturbing and always causing trouble, but he was human too.

When she’d acquired that distance with him, Ruby wiped her face clean away from the despair as best as she could - exhaling deeply, with a sniffled inhale a second after. - “I…can probably find something, to relasp the tag switch, it’s a little loose.” - Because there wasn’t any lens inside it to be stronger. But tucking herself and her chair to the table, she clicked it into place, fastening the bolts and locking it into it’s correct space, bottom lip quivering here and there - she wants to cry, but she can’t, unable to believe she was deserving of feeling better after a good sob.

- “Instead.. Instead of a line, what if - we, did a heart. Penny, always put her heart into gifts and words. So it’d be like carrying her heart with me. Crying over the past isn’t going to fix what happened or make it go away. We just have to keep moving forward and prevent it from happening again, to anyone.” - The wrong type of thoughts, but in a way of trying to tell him she couldn’t cry over something she couldn’t go back and fix if she had everyone else and the future of others to protect..

Qrow didn’t fight Ruby pushing him away. If she wanted to put on that brave face, he would let her. He only hoped she wouldn’t shatter as messily as he had. He couldn’t even imagine the level of scolding Summer would have given him by now, all he does know is he’d probably need a hearing aid from the verbal scarring.

“We never stop missing the ones we care about Ruby. We just have to move forward and hope we’re doing the right thing by their memory.” Qrow wasn’t much to talk in that regard... Summer hated his alcoholism more than any other flaw in STRQ. He was there for Ruby though, and Yang every blue moon. “A green heart...” Qrow said, exaggerating a moment to think, when he already knew what he’d say next. “She was lively, and seemed welcoming to everyone. It’s clear that heart’s right on the nose for her.”

#on a mission #tandemrosa

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jo5huaray · 7 years ago

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can i express how i feel today?

why is that everytime someone wants something good in their life.....there has to be something or someone to ruin it? yin and yang? good and bad? without one, you can have the other? makes sense. has too. and if it doesnt, does that make you blind to reality? you living in your own reality where things are make believe? dreamland? how could someone live there knowing that isnt the reality that we live in? would that consume you mentally? and if it didn't, would you actually be living your life? yolo? i mean you would have to actually dream it and make it reality but you necessarily couldnt because you would dwell to much on that reality of yours and get lost in the idea of actually making it. so i guess in terms, you have to know when to leave your box, and expand without losing the fire. hmmm.....you think some people actually think, "my life is actually amazing" when in reality its not. i mean that could be their reality or idea of what life being good is.....just because its different from your idea of a good life doesnt make it any less dumb or not "good" enough. but where im going with this is, can people actually go through life things about what they can be doing instead of what they are actually doing? i mean you have to get to a certain point where you see someone actually try to progress and be like "hey you are doing it!!" or "fucking told you so" and find humor in someone elses bad luck.....but im a strong believer that people go through life not trying to succeed and love to stay in their shell and cry wolf when no one has time for them or can make time. its like are we suppose to wait for you to decide when its time to change. katt williams said it ffucking right when he said it," cant be fucking with people doing the same shit every year" "them people are the unhealthy people that will drag you down" " if you gotta succeed alone then so be it, at least you arent being held back by those who call you their friends"

guess you can say im not in the best mood atm, pretty down, wouldnt say depressed. my kids are happy. and healthy. shit to healthy i think. i do miss them. rather be with them at this very moment instead of this place or surrounding. but things and people are stopping me from that currently. im the type of person who cant get anger constantly.....i have 3 modes. anger and im attacking. anger and i cry because it did it to myself. or happy and burying what i have bury to no get emotional. you dont know how many people have told me you do this to yourself joshua.....like a fucking record thats skipping. and i finally realize the reason i keep making immature mistakes. i cant hate....truly hate someone if they were to mess with my babies. and my dog. and my computer lol. but truly hate someone who done me wrong? i mean my dad use to beat the shit out of me. my mom as well.....mostly females who loved the idea of being with me or wanted to be with me. i cant truly hate none of them....so i guess you can say i relaspe until i figure a soultion inbetween hating them and being their slave. relaspe like a user and my drug is female......well the idea of being in love like they would see me. my idea of being in love and being able to love someone excites me. but it cant be just anyone....definitely cant be anyone. and i tend to jump from one to another because that fizz isnt there anymore. the cheating. the lying......i have yet to have someone constantly keep my entertained like i would think they would want too. i mean the concept of,"if you dont do it someone else will" and most people nowadays settle for it keep the hope alive. that idea of being loved and loving alive.....but why? should the couple understand that concept because how more real can it get? i mean if you dont buy flowers for her someone else will. if you dont make him dinner someone else will. if you dont tell her you love her like people need air and show her, someone definitely will come along and tell her and that and actually mean it. if you dont fucking him or keep him satifisted, you know damn well someone will be waiting for that text saying, "hey wyd" and you dont believe that....its ok eventually you will have to figure it out or be stuck in a constant loop for immature relationship or immature adults who act like big ol babies

i honestly feel like crying my eyes out. or leaving and crying in my truck....what good will that do me? probably make my eyes look like shit and hurt, thus not worth it. even though i know its not worth it, i still feel the sense of sadness growing inside of me. like a sickness you werent prepared for. no medicine can help you and only you can help yourself. but yeah that brings it back to me not being able to truly hate someone. what will hating them get me? make me feel better? temporary? sure maybe but would it be worth it to bring someone down with my lashing of constant bombardement of hateful words and degrading comments? yeah definitely bring their asses to the reality they may not be seeing or what they caused me to do. reaction to their action? not the best choice thats why i choose not to be a hateful person. even though i know some would say go for it. use it to make yourself beat this sickness they call sadness........they been telling me that since day 1 and you think i choose to do it yet? lol i just cant. the cheaters, liars, the "its you and not me", the "i love you but not in love with you" yeah i cant. idk hate me cause i cant stand up and do it. i just dont feel the need to do it. and thats the main reason i slip....relaspe back to the idea of actually being loved by these so called girls.....i cant call you women because you havent shown me enough to actually be a woman. but im not innocent bystander. ive done it all and im not proud it either but i can dwell on it as i do it because why sit here and love someone who isnt texting you or talking to you or attempting to be with you and expect you to sit here waiting with you bent over like you ready about to get fucked? lol literally majority of people want you to wait on them if you are their friend or if you love them....like what shit you smoking.....waiting on hand and foot yet you give me a pinky of time and attention? thats not being mean nor hateful in my opinion. thats just common sense....shit i would expect that if i wasnt fucking or loving a girl i was interested in. thats why i never text first... if im important or whatever ( with certain exceptions of course! lol hey grey areas) then you would make time for me....best believe if you text me or call me, and i find you highly attractive or actually like you, you wont just get one text or two....maybe like a series of questions or a poem lol lol or something to bring you closer mentally and physcially lol but thats just it. you cant race to win and stop racing......keep it pushin! never stop. yeah its alot of work but wtf you think we are here for? to obtain this lifes best by simply hopefully for it to happen? yeah some are fortunated the others but then mostly 99% of people arent that fortunate that others....the bottom, down in the slumps where you either sit there and regret it your entire life you never actually bust the ass to obtain your "reality".

the idea of being love by those who i know cant love me truly like i want to be love consumes me entirely where i forget about the life im living in itself. the life i picture for myself ( and yes my kids as well for those of you who acutally thought i wouldnt picture a life without my bootoo, hot ness, and Jilee) that life i picture does come with someone who actually loves me like ive always preached. i always swapped between one or the other because of negatives or defaults that may have had....or push them away on purpose so i wouldnt have to be the bad guy, and in reality, my reality, i wanted them to be like the previous one. or the next one so jumping from one to another, hoping they would take from the last to be better than the last is only a fragment of my imagnation playing tricks on me. lying to myself to make my reality seem livable with in reality, its not. thus the cycle begins and repeats....jump to this one....oh you wanna be loved forever and be happy.....but cant keep me focused on us. then the next one, oh you always had bad boyfriends and just want someone to understand you, but yet you dont take the time to actually understand who i am or what we actually have to be a couple.....these days people say, "50/50" and yet i laugh my ass off cause these ignorant fools dont understand that it has to be 100/100. hell you can even say 150/150 if you want. if you are those type of highly expectation folks......why would anyone want 50% of what someone has to offer? tell me how that math even makes fucking sense.....tell me how someone is suppose to stay in a relationship or be with someone who they give more than the other? cant do that math because its impossible. actually not impossible, possible just fucking retarded lmao. whoever decides that is only harming themselves and the other person. so lets do that math now 50/50....breaks even with 50 cross the board. so she gets 50 and you get 50. not the full 100...so would would anyone want that?.....meaning you both get nothing in the end with that analogy. 100/50? left with 50.....and ill let you be the guess on whose left with the 50%.....cause if you guessed the person only giving half...you seriously need to go back to 3rd grade and learn the basic fundenmentals of math lmao....ok 100/100? you get her all and she gets your all....that works. definitely can see that working. would have to second guess your love or hers. probably would have time to even think about whats wrong or what could go wrong because you would be in the reality you just fucking made? and the funny part, she would be right there with you!!! lmao making sense now? the 150/150 is for those selected few who are over acheivers and know how to actually give 150% of who they are. think about it.....how could someone give 150% of themselves to another? and no not tissue or blood you fucks.

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halfblackwolfdemon · 16 days ago

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