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[little-buggy-beetle]

Auntie Harley and aunt ivy!

Yes 🥺 they’re so good oh gosh! I gotta save this so I remember to do headcannons later 🥰

[callalillywrites]

His Scarred Omega Part 4

Part 3 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

Summary: Bucky celebrates his first Halloween with his daughter and Omega.

Warnings: insecure Omega, flirty Bucky, flirty Jake, sappy-happy Bucky

A/N: I wrote this story really fast as I mentioned above. It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

With Halloween growing ever closer, Bucky invites Omega and Gracie to a friend’s place for a family-friendly party. Jake’s assured Bucky his niece would be there, someone Gracie’s own age as well as some others to keep them from being too bored. Steve also promises there will be plenty of homes they can trick-or-treat from, giving Gracie something else to look forward to.

Bucky can’t help taking several pictures of Gracie in her costume. (Omega managed to divert her away from the Harley Quinn costume and into something a bit more kid appropriate.)

He also snaps a couple of Omega when she isn’t looking to save on his phone.

Gracie’s now going as cute little witch. Her blue eyes are sparkling with a bit of help from her mischievous nature, so like his own, and some eyeshadow that Omega helps her put on. The costume’s light-up abilities really sold themselves when Omega presented it to Gracie as did Bucky’s endorsement of the costume.

“You look beautiful, sweet girl,” he assures her when she does a final spin for him.

“What about Auntie? She looks nice, too, doesn’t she?”

Bucky glances at Omega and nods. His lips quirk into a small grin as he takes in the Greek goddess dress she’s put on. She’s added a few golden adornments she’s made to complete her look along with some golden accent makeup that makes her face glow.

“No, I think nice isn’t the right word, sweet girl. I think the word we need for this moment is beautiful or maybe breathtaking. What do you think?”

Omega’s cheeks are heating at his praise though she’s shaking her head at him even as a smile makes her that much more stunning in his eyes.

Gracie eventually breaks through the spell casting around them as she agrees with Bucky.

Omega is doing her best not to let Bucky’s flirting get to her. There’s no way in the world he can ever be interested in her, not after everything with Dot. Besides, she knows he’s just being nice to keep himself in her good graces where Gracie is concerned.

She can tell he’s gearing up to ask for a weekend with Gracie that includes an overnight at his place. As much as Omega isn’t sure she’s ready for that, she also knows that Bucky and Gracie are growing closer to one another. It’s only natural he wants more time with his daughter, especially with so much time he’s already lost with her.

To get them back on safer ground, Omega steers the conversation back on track by saying, “I think Bucky looks quite the pirate, don’t you, Gracie? Looks like he could take over a ship in the harbor and sail away any moment.”

Bucky grins at that. “I’d never sail anywhere without my best girls at my side. Gonna need someone to make sure I don’t get seasick, you know.”

“Somehow, I doubt you get seasick. Those legs of yours look sturdy enough to handle even the roughest seas.”

It hits Omega a second later what she’s said, her cheeks heating further with the tips of her ears and neck joining in, too.

Bucky, thankfully, doesn’t comment further on her obvious embarrassment, but then, the weird connection they share between them tells her he’s quite flattered at her appreciation of his legs. Neither of them still have a clue why this connection exists between them, but they have slowly come to accept it over the last couple of weeks.

Soon enough, they’re heading towards Jake’s home with Steve and Angel.

Gracie doesn’t stop asking questions about his friends and Jake’s niece. Her hope of gaining a new friend is quite palpable as she’s been struggling in school to accomplish the same. Then again, it’s harder to make friends when you’re dumped in a new school after the start of the year.

Bucky’s certain she’ll find her footing soon enough as she’s only been in the school a couple of weeks.

He’s been checking in with her teacher about how she’s doing, something he’s been able to do since Omega added him to Gracie’s file. Sure, he’s only added as an emergency contact, but he’s hoping that will change to full guardianship soon enough alongside Omega’s name.

According to her teacher, she’s settling in well enough though she’s still a bit on the quieter side. She’s quite helpful though she does tend to stick to herself rather than branch out, but her teacher is seeing some signs that Gracie is adjusting and reaching out to her classmates, giving Bucky the assurance she’ll be fine.

When Jake’s home comes into view, Bucky can’t help the small smile curling the corners of his lips as he glances at both Gracie and Omega. He can’t wait to show off his daughter to his friends and her sweet Omega aunt.

Angel meets him at the door and immediately smiles at Omega and Gracie.

“Oh, there’s our guests of honor. It’s so nice to see you both again. Come in. Come in. Jake is so eager to meet you both. Plus, his niece just got here and is already bored with us grownups. Would you like to meet her, Gracie?”

Gracie grins at Angel and takes her hand without hesitation.

Bucky motions Omega in after him and manages to lean in to say softly, “You really are breathtaking, Precious.”

Omega doesn’t get the chance to say anything as Steve and Jake converge on them.

Jake earns a deep growl from Bucky when he dares to awkwardly flirt with Omega after their introductions. Rather than be scared though, Jake just shoots Bucky a cheeky grin while holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“Only fair since you flirted with mine when you first met her.”

Omega arches a brow at Bucky then. “So, you have flirted with Angel then?”

“Only to mess with this dork. Angel will never have eyes for another alpha but him.”

Before Omega can get away, he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close enough so he can whisper, “Besides, there’s only one omega that has my undivided attention these days.”

“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean, Bucky. Gracie’s already half in love with you as her dad. You don’t have to keep flattering me to win her over.”

The guarded look in Omega’s eyes has Bucky pulling her closer. His free hand cups her cheek, his thumb running over her cheekbone.

“What if I’m trying to win you over, too? What do I need to say or do for you to realize I think you’re the most wonderful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Precious?”  

Omega doesn’t know what to say to that. As much as she wants to believe Bucky, she also can’t help wondering if he’s done this with Dot or any number of other omegas in the years they’ve lost touch.

Besides that, she knows she’s not like other omegas. She’s definitely no Dot. She’s never pretended to be. Maybe that’s why it’d been so easy for her future alpha to claim Dot while she’d been working hard for their future and Gracie’s. Doesn’t mean the betrayal doesn’t hurt any less though.

Can she trust another alpha to not hurt her again? Can she trust Bucky?

She’s still waiting for him to decide he’s done enough to claim Gracie through the courts and sever any connections she has with Gracie. It’s something she’s seen happen before, and she can’t handle the thought of losing the last member of her family.

It takes her a moment longer than it should’ve to feel and recognize the deep rumble pouring out of Bucky and into her. His hold on her tightens as he does his best to soothe the dark thoughts swirling within her.

This darn connection between them is proving quite maddening. It’s giving her hope where she shouldn’t have any. Bucky, for all intents and purposes, will forever belong to Dot because of Gracie. It’s a futile hope for Omega to think that she can ever compete with Dot’s memory or believe she can wriggle into his heart where she wouldn’t mind being.

It’s all his fault, too.

The constant flowers every weekend he spends with her and Gracie. Doing his best to spoil her as much as he does Gracie on their outings. He’s never failed to buy her something wherever they go, especially something she eyes while they’re there. He never fails to defer to her judgment where Gracie is concerned, too, wanting to make sure he never oversteps.

And hundreds of other tiny things he’s done for her and Gracie since they bumped into him that day.

In just these few short weeks, he’s managed to turn her crush into something so much deeper, and she’s not sure she can or wants to be mad about it.

“Will you and Gracie come back to my place tonight? I have something I want to show you.”

“All our stuff is back home,” she whispers, the only excuse she can latch onto to deny him.

He simply smiles against her skin. She can feel it as he presses the softest kiss to her hair that she’s ever experienced in her life. It’s enough to weaken her resolve and her knees.

“I’ve been preparing for this, Precious. You and Gracie will have everything you need for a single night away.”

“I’ll consider it,” she says before Steve comes to check on them at Angel’s behest.

The rest of the evening, Omega manages to keep Bucky at arm’s length for her sanity. She spends as much time as she can helping Angel out between serving up food and keeping the few kiddos out of trouble.

Gracie and Jake’s niece end up hitting it off so well that both are already begging for sleepovers and other playdates together.

True to Steve’s word, the neighborhood ends up being one of the best trick-or-treating locations with almost all the houses offering candy to the kids traveling between the houses. Some even go so far as to offer up some small but creative haunted houses for the kids to shriek and laugh their way through.

It’s in one of these that Bucky finally gets the chance to have Omega at his side once again. His hand remains firmly interlaced with hers as they see all the spooky sights, tightening in the few instances where a jump scare lands successfully. Hearing Omega’s small yelps and her other hand wrapping around his arm puffs him up in ways he never thought to feel again. It’s definitely intoxicating and something he wants to experience over and over again.

When they finally return to Jake’s home, Gracie can barely keep her eyes open.

Bucky’s carrying her while Omega has her sack of candy.

“You have fun, sweet girl?”

Gracie nods against his neck, a huge yawn escaping. “Do we have to go home?”

“Yeah, we do, but I promise you’ll see your new friend again soon. Auntie and I’ll make sure of it.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she says as sleep claims her.

Bucky’s knees nearly buckle as tears of pure joy blur his vision. He brings his hand up to rub at her back as he whispers back, “I love you, too, my sweet girl. Always and forever.”

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[morganstark-official]

INTRODUCTION

Hello there, I am Morgan! Morgan Stark.

Made by my lovely sister, Serena :3

My dad is Tony Stark! You know him :p

My mummy is Pepper Potts, you know her too :3

⭐I like cheeseburgers and hanging out in the garage! And stealing papa's masks⭐

(pls no inappropiate asks :p, no spamming)

❌(If You like starker, get the hell out.)❌

•I want to patrol with Peter but I'm not allowed•

Appearance: small, prosthetic arm after fire incident.. 💀

🦾Bucky and me: Team Badass! (Metal arm buddies) 🦾

💙Siblings💙

🕷Peter Parker!

🩻Serena Stark

⚡Sammy Stark

🔰Harley Keener-Stark!

I don't have a favorite avenger or guardian :p

❤️‍🔥Big sisters❤️‍🔥

@serenastank-official

@sammy-stark

⚡Brothers⚡

@peterparker-who

@definitelynot-peterp4rker

@peterparker-official

@youknowwhoiamjr

💯My siblings💯

Bestie: @nice-pool (one of the best dead pools in my opinion)

Friend: @ireallyliketacosokay

Auntie Nadia: @nadia-stark-official

✨Uncles✨

@strangeofficial @official-pietro-maximoff @americas-favourite-fossil @clintbarton-thearrowguy @justawhitewolf @official-buckybarness @iwasmadetobeasoldier

(Dads Friends And Or Allies)

✨Aunties✨

@wanda-maximoff-official @purple-surgicalborg @ducktamer415 @jade-lopez-maximoff @officially-gamora @official-wandamaximoff @mutantontheloose

(Dads Friends And Or Allies)

Cousin💙 @they-call-me-birdsong @they-call-me-ricochet

(Considers most Avengers a relative)

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is one but could kill you. 🖤

Likes bugs (spiders more)

Is Too Naive

Literally Kind To Everyone (except enemies)

🫸RULES🫷

⭐No hate here⭐

LGBTQ safe 🏳‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

No racism

No homophobic

Surpports Palestan (idk how to spell..) 💛

...

Facts About Yours Truly

Did actually take uncle Steve's shield sledding..

Was grounded 2 weeks 💀

Vocaliod Fan

Loves unicorns and cheeseburgers

Has A Pet Spider Named Sprinkles

‼️Things I was Taught‼️:

•Was taught self defense by Nat

•Was taught sorcery by Strange and Serena

•Taught to climb walls by pet sprinkles 🕷

•Taught how to use and make a weapon by Clint and Bucky

•Taught not to swear by Nice pool and Steve

•Taught to swear (more like self taught) by Loki and Tony

•Taught to be kind by Pepper and Tony

•Taught to be a lil shit and sassy by Tony

My other blog: @official-tony-stank

[professional-benaddict]

@winterspiderpurrs and i are at it again,,, this time omegaverse😌😌 link here to previous parts (start from top)

tw: ending pregnancy with pills

———

Peter and Tony share a curious look. Who could be at the door? Did Pepper come back with Morgan? That is Peter’s first thought, but it turns out he was wrong.

Harley is in the entrance hall, taking his coat off.

“Hi. I- heh… I thought about ringing the doorbell, but then that felt weird. So, I just used the key.”

Peter waves his hand to show it was no big deal, then pulls his middle child into a hug.

“You’re welcome whenever, Harley.”

Harley hums affectionately. He kisses his Dad on the cheek as they pull away.

“Is Papa home?”

Just then, Tony appears from around the corner. He has a dirty towel in his hands, trying to rub off the oil and dirt from his hands. It is a nostalgic sight for Harley. But, the past memories are at risk of being tainted in this current future.

“Hi, Papa.”

“You staying for dinner?” Tony asks, sounding a bit too rough for Peter’s liking. The omega shoots his Alpha a look.

“If- if that’s okay.” Harley replies.

“Of course it is. Come on.” Peter says, inviting Harley inside.

The trio go their separate ways, for now. Tony promised to wrap up what he was currently doing in the garage, and then he’d start on dinner later. Harley goes to his old room, checking if he needs some books he has stored there. His uni dorm room isn’t the biggest, so he also stores some clothes at home.

Peter, well, he paces. He can tell Tony and Harley are tense. He knows why Harley is, at least. The beta is disappointed in his Papa for pulling back from the family lately. Peter only told him of one instance where Tony snapped at him, but now it seems that Harley has a grudge against his Alpha father.

The atmosphere is enough to occupy Peter’s mind completely, so much so that he doesn’t even notice the first cramps hitting him. The abortion pill is working.

An hour or so later, the three of them are sat around the dinner table, just like old times. It’s been a year since Harley moved out and went to uni, and 3 more since Ben did the same. Ever since the older brothers moved out, the dinner conversations when the family is reunited again usually revolves around Morgan.

“I remember when Ben and I stayed with Auntie Pep. She let us work on her laptop. It was all just keyboard smashes, but she let us print it out and pretend to go to meetings. But, I don’t think Morgan would enjoy the same.”

“No.” Peter laughs lightly. “When we pick her up again from Pep’s, she always has a new nail polish colour on her nails. So, I think beauty salon is the most popular thing there.”

Peter and Harley laugh together, but Tony hasn’t said much. Peter can tell Harley is looking for an opportunity to address what is going on. The omega puts down his fork, and sips on some water. The cramps are getting worse, and food is no longer appetising.

“Papa…?”

“Hm?”

“How… how’s the car?”

“It’s fine. But, that’s not what you really wanna ask, so I suggest you spit it out, son, whatever it is you wanna say.”

“Anthony.” Peter’s tone is sharp.

“Fine! I wanna know how you are! Is that such a bad thing!” Harley snaps back.

“I’m fine!”

“No, you’re not! Dad’s… dad’s been telling things. And- and you’re not yourself. I can tell. You’re my Alpha father, for god’s sake. I know I’m a Beta, so I don’t understand everything, but I want to.”

Tony has put down his fork too and is holding his head in his hands. The Alpha is breathing heavily, his veins pulsing and muscles tense. Peter can feel his violent energy, like a heat wave, next to him. It adds to his growing discomfort, so he rises calmly from the table.

“Papa… you okay?”

Tony snaps his head up. He briefly looks at his Beta son, but then his gaze flickers to Peter. He looks startled, worried, anxious. Afraid? His voice wavers when he speaks.

“Omega…?”

Peter hums in question. He follows Tony’s intense gaze, and only then does he notice all the blood between his legs.

[skylie-spiderlillis]

I have mentioned in my previous post how everyone related to the biological bat family is Jewish, but I need to talk a moment about Damian Wayne's aunts.

Because this boy has 5 Jewish aunts. And not just from Bruce's side.

Let's review them, alright?

1. One of the most famous out of them, Kate Kane aka Batwoman. The Jewish icon and Bruce's cousin. (Once removed or-something still counts!)

2. Beth Kane or Red Alice, Kate's twin. She's his aunt as well, the same as Kate.

3. Bette Kane, aka flamebird, another cousin of Bruce. Also shares the same Jewish blood.

Just wait, now is the more interesting part I've been waiting for:

4. Nyssa Raatco. (Very different from the Arrowverse version).

Talia's older sister. Daughter of Ra's Al Ghul and her Jewish mom. A badass Jewish Arab assassin, and one of my favorite Jewish aunts of Damian.

And the last one might be more controversial, because I know she's *technically* not family but still

Harey Quinn is the 5 Jewish aunt of Damian I'LL DIE DEFENDING IT.

My source?

AUNTIE QUINN!?!!

DC fans don't get mad at me I know Harley is not batfamily I just think she's an aunt figure to Damian. She's not part of the whole batfam, she's his aunt exclusively. She's Damian's fifth Jewish aunt fight me.

Yap I'll see myself out 🚪←🏃

[that1emowitch]

Villain - Chapter 5: Breakout Band

Summary:

Dick teams up with Roy, Harley, and Ivy to break Jason out of Arkham.

TW: Death, Violence, Flashbacks, Blood, and Swearing. lemme know if I missed anything!

Chapter links: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6

POV of Dick Grayson, approximately thirty minutes after the last chapter because that’s how much time I wrote this in after uploading chapter 5.

I’m sitting on the roof of the manor, thinking. Why would Bruce do this? Why now, of all times? When I’d finally gotten my little brother back?

I can feel tears form in my eyes. Jason must be so scared right now, he must think he’s all alone again…

A hot tear runs down my cheek as I bite my lip. 

“You always cried too much,” A familiar voice pipes up from behind me. Wiping my eyes, I turn around to see my old friend Roy Harper climbing onto the roof. Smiling slightly, I got up to give him a hug.

He wraps his arm around me and whispers, “He’ll be okay, Dickie, he’s the strongest person I know.”

Then why do you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?

Pulling away, he sits down beside me, his green eyes meeting mine. “So, why’d you call me, of all people, to help? Why not, like, Superboy or someone?”

“Because you’re not just my friend, you’re Jay’s friend too. He trusts you.”

“Yeah, friend .” His smile fades slightly. My eyebrows furrow, but I decide not to pry.

“Well, I was going to call Star too, but she’s off-world with her sister, and I have no idea how to contact Artemis or Bizarro.” I shrugged. “But it’s okay, we’ve got a pretty good team here.”

Roy raises an eyebrow. “Just you and me? We’re gonna break into Arkham, one of the most heavy-security prisons, all by ourselves?”

I laugh a little. “Well, rogues break in and out of that place on the regular! Which is exactly why we’re gonna ask one of them for help!”

“Wait, what? ” Roy’s confused. “Do you even trust them? Why would a rogue help us? If anything they’d be happy Red Hood’s locked away for good—”

“Chill, Roy,” I smile. “We’re asking an ex-rogue for help. Harley Quinn! She’s broken out of that place about a billion times, surely she knows her way around there. Plus, she went straight-ish over the past few years, she was even batgirl for a few days.”

Roy snorts. “Straight-ish? Isn’t she dating that plant chick?”

“You know what I meant!” I slap him playfully on the arm. “Now come on, we gotta go find her.”

“So you want me to risk my life, help you break into a heavily secure facility, go to the cell right by my crazy ex’s, break out your baby brother, kill a couple guards, get Hood out, break a few hundred laws, and bring him back to you, when I’m finally starting to gain the police’s trust?!” Harley Quinn questions us with a pointed stare.

“Well, yeah,” I mumble, “Except for the killing guards part. Plus, Arsenal and I will be helping you.”

She stares at us for a few more seconds before answering, “HELL YEAH! ‘Course Aunty Harley’ll help you, birdie!”

“Harls, think about this,” Ivy spoke up from the corner. “What if you get caught?”

“We won’t get caught,” Roy answered for her. “It’s a simple in and out mission. Little to no damage, if possible.”

“Well, that won’t be possible,” Harley says. “The only way in is to break the walls down.” She turns to look at her girlfriend.

Ivy stares back at her for a second before realising what she’s talking about. “No. No. Absolutely not. No way!” She replies sternly.

Harley jumps off the table she’s sitting on and clings to Ivy, making her best puppy dog eyes and giving a pout. “Pwease, baby?”

Ivy gazes into her eyes like a lovestruck simp before finally looking away and huffing. “Fine. I’ll use my plants to break through the walls.”

“Yay!” Harley spins around excitedly. I smile at her gratefully. “Ooh, we need a team name! What about Breakout Band?”

“We are not calling ourselves Breeakout Band!” Ivy tries to say, but Roy speaks over her, hyping Harley up.

“WHOO! BREAKOUT BAND!!!” He yells as Herley cheers.

“Great, now we can start planning!” I say, pulling out a map of Arkham Asylum.

We’re coming, Jay, I think, hoping he can somehow magically hear me. Just hang on for a bit.

[lil-munchkins-blog]

Could you do cg headcannons for Reno, Bobby, and Cheyenne from renegade!? :D I saw you had a small post about Bobby and I was so excited to see their was content for renegade :3

Yes, I love doing head cannons, I'm so happy that other people know what renegade is

Babysitter hc

You call call Cheyenne 'Auntie Chey', and because of your little space lisp, you call reno 'neno'

Cheyenne loves to spoil you with barbies while Reno spoils you with hot wheels

Bobby is your main caregiver, so he makes the rules, the other two break them

Since your bedtime is 9:15 pm, it's 10:30 pm when reno watches you

Your Nickname from them is little speedster or little star

Solid reno hc

As your main caregiver, you ride with him on his Harley, when you two ride together, he always makes you wear a helmet

When you are little, you ride in front of him, usually asleep, but you are tied to him via a long scarf or a baby wrap, so you don't fall off

Solid Cheyenne hc

She spoils you to death with toys, since you stay in the winnebago for every mission she can, Bobby doesn't mind

You tend to have four or five naps a day, meaning that you have your own crib at the base and in the winnebago

Some sort of cartoon is playing always

Pacis for days

[gagegh0st]

Doing Batfamily + Batjokes Headcanons even though nobody asked for them

If you don't like batjokes or batman and follow me, Smd, you were warned on the pinned post. Joker + Batman Relationship Hc's: <3

Bruce is the handholding king of the relationship

Mister J always gets to be the passenger princess whenever they go out on dates

Bruce doesn't let the kids watch him and Joker show affection to each other. They keep it to themselves.

They openly tell the kids that their bedroom and section of the house is off limits because they enjoy having romantic little dates and such on their own. Of course without someone skateboarding in on them while they make out... *cough cough* DAMON.

They have a bedroom terrace. No further elaboration. Just terrace.

Batman likes to sit on the terrace before bed at sundown when the sun is setting and reads a book in Latin or French or some other language that makes J swoon all while letting Joker sit on his lap.

Batman is the one who gets his ass slapped more. Joker 'will just give it a slap while he's doing something.

Jokers little bit of heaven every day for batman is singing songs in the morning to wake him up. silly little songs like hamilton songs or heathers and stuff like that

Batfamily Hc's:

Joker is just as respected as the second father in the batfamily

Auntie Harls and Barb are gossip buddies

Joker and Batsy talk to the kids about the fact that they don't like it when other people see them being affectionate together. This convo happens at the dinner table. Barbie knows what she did.

Joker had the talk with Dames because Batsy was too embarrassed.

Harley is the family wingman.

Tim works at a red robin to be ironic even though he hates his job.

Joker wakes up at 4am to make Barb a new balloon animal to put on her desk so she doesn't get lonely.

Harley does the shopping with Alfie because he gets lost easily.

Barb and Joker have a very sweet relationship. He's her little Mini-Harls. But like. A bit more geeky and speaks in the same crazy-intelligent way like he does.

Joker and Dick do NOT get along. He is constantly invading J+B's privacy. Their relationship is tense for a reason.

Bats is a very "softy mom" dad to the kids and offers emotional support because he fails to deal with his own.

[susandsnell]

1, 6, 24 😉 xx

eeee, thank you so much ditty!!!! you're an absolute gem, hope this solstice thursday is treating you well!! <3

choose violence ask game 🔥

1. the character everyone gets wrong? pick a Batman Rogue. any rogue. literally any of them, and they will be Flanderized to hell and back over one to two traits they may not even have canonically possessed for two to three decades. I readily and wholeheartedly admit that this is not entirely the fault of fandom, and is at least partly owing to the broader problem with having long-running comics universes, because there is such a huge variance in characterization (and quality of said characterization thanks to the overabundance of edgelord and bigoted comics/comic media writers), in the gravity of their actions and where they land on the moral spectrum, and even in motivation that it is nigh impossible to even say what getting said character 'right' means unless the person is talking about a specific iteration (ex.: someone writing fic or making headcanons about specifically Paul Dano's Riddler from The Batman 2022, who has a very particular voice/ethos/motive distinct from your other Riddlers, though there are core shared traits). But of this bunch, i'd have to say my poor Ivy gets it the worst. I'm truly glad she's evolved beyond being just another Temptress of Men Who Hates Them But Also Needs Their Validation Through Constant Sex (although done right she's still a great femme fatale wasting their time and catfishing them for eco-terrorism purposes), and of course as a canon queer character she means the world to me, but as is the case with every popular female character, she's either Holding The Braincell (aka everyone's mom, and I don't mean in the kink way), or Irredeemable. A lot of this does arise from how poor the execution of modern canon Harlivy has been because of respectability politics, but reducing her to Snarky Husky Voiced Plant Lady Rolling Her Eyes At Harley's Antics, making her have her shit way too together (she's always sent to Arkham!), making her the one-sided babysitter/healer of Harley's problems (and by extension, the problems of any other woman), making her a snarky queer auntie to the Batkids (vomit, it's as cringe as the rest of mainstream Batfam fanon), making her have way too much emotional intelligence to the point of counselling others (she's not even one of the psychologist rogues!), having her whole existence revolve around Harley....it's exhausting. (And again, unfortunately something the writers are fucking up in canon constantly, too.)

Fandom as a whole is allergic to women having flaws that impact the narrative concretely without demonizing them for it (when the dudes doing the same and worse are adored and worshipped for it), doubly so if she's BIPOC or queer (because again, double the respectability politics), so they flatten out those flaws and it's like, is she even a villain anymore with her own motivations and ethos, or is she a big tiddy witch gf from a paywalled phone app dating sim? Let her be as complex and angry and jagged and hypocritical as the other male rogues, my god!! (Sidenote that I'm not against retooling characters' designs/presentations/tactics anew entirely for a new universe iteration, especially if it refreshes the narrative, so long as they're interesting and true to some spirit of the character. In other words, masc Ivy's are fine and more than welcome lol.)

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Oh, you really want me to swing my bat at the hornet's nest with this one, huh? While the cheat answer for this is "all of them if you spend enough time in any given ship fandom", I'm the most frequently exhausted by migratory Good Girl Fixing Bad Boy fandom. Fuck it, I'll name names with periods. The Zutar.a/Reyl.o/Darkli.na/Dae.myra et cetera fandom. The ships themselves, I can take or leave (though my main gripe is frequently their execution is just boring). There's no moral objections on my part, to be clear. I'd be hypocritical to take that tack considering my own tastes in markedly more fucked-up shit and like, hello, I cut my teeth in Phantom of the Opera fandom since I was 12 and love gothic romances, so like, glass houses. My issue comes in where these types without fail are consistently smug about the potent feminism inherent to ships they specifically in fanon interpret in the most boring, gender essentialist, wattpad daddy-dom-size-difference kink ho-hum ways imaginable because...it makes them horny, and woman horny about traditional gender roles equals feminism somehow. If it stopped there, I'd've never developed such an animosity, but no no. They make arguments about how much more feminist it is than the (often canon) hero/heroine ships because Feminism Is When Woman Is Treated Like Property By The Man I Find Attractive. They act like cishet romances, usually between two white characters, is the most marginalized thing imaginable and whinge that artists/studios/creators are "too cowardly" to "include romance" if it doesn't go canon in the way they like, as if more marginalized romance stories aren't fighting tooth and nail just to get off the ground. And on that note, the bigotry I have witnessed firsthand in these circles is just appalling; this is a fandom-wide issue and certainly not exclusive to any one shipping community, but the amount of times I have seen them come off as just frothing at the mouth to be homophobic should a slash shipper not bend the knee to the Great Potent Feminism of their ships, and the amount of times the mask as come off is just. Whew. It's okay to just be horny. It really is. One does not have to make a Social Issue Thing about it.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse? Weird corollary to the above question, and kind of an overbroad answer so I apologize, but Appropriate Amount Of Condonation Versus Condemnation of both characters, and works of fiction as a whole. I feel like the purity culture discourse has gotten so toxic it's gone completely 0 or 100 "if you watch something where something bad happens You Yourself Are Guilty Of This Thing" or "nothing fictional has any impact whatsoever", when my take is a more nuanced idea of media normalizing and reinforcing certain biases, but also, it's not real lmao. If the work itself espouses certain troubling viewpoints it's unsurprising if the audience takes that on (ex: Frank Miller perpetuating racism and misogyny through his writings), but people are such whining babies about so much as glimpsing any kind of Problematic Media (especially miserable if you're a horror fan) that I understand how the knee-jerk defensiveness arose. On the other hand, the baby got thrown out with the bathwater, including by opportunistic bigots who want to shut down any and all critical discussion of social issues present in or surrounding their interests, lest it Spoil Their Fun (and to silence people over whom they're privileged), to the point that any critique from a moral standpoint is immediately branded as Purity Culture with no regard to nuance or the context of the perspective of the person making the critique. So for example, you have people who throw hissy fits about Catra from She-Ra getting a redemption arc and you have people who thoughtfully point out how the writing of certain tropes in a given work perpetuate transmisogyny, and they're all thrown in the same basket and it's exhausting. No space for nuance, you're either Pro or Anti, and to quote Sarah Z's excellent video on this issue, I for one am a tax-paying adult woman.

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Gotham Bound

Description: Cece Waldron is moving in with her supervillain aunts after being granted a scholarship to a private high school. Slice of Life kinda stuff ensues. But then she receives more than a couple of surprises. Watch out, Gotham City. (Gods, I suck at descriptions)

Characters: Cece Waldron (OC), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Delia and Lucy Quinzel (Mentioned), The Quinzel Brothers (Mentioned), Nick and Phyllis Quinzel (Mentioned), Special Guest OC

CW: ADHD/Autistic Character gets mildly overestimated, Needles (On like a flu shot level), Blood (a few drops), Shady Adults are still kinda shady, Two people disagree for like a second, New Jersey, Brooklyn (Mentioned), Florida (Also Mentioned I think)

Word Count: 4299

(A/N: Dunno whether or not to make this a full fix. Comment and lemme know pls and thx <3)

Minors DNI -> Nothing is Explicit I'm just covering my bases for the future

Cece’s head was spinning as she peeled her forehead off of the seat in front of her. She had known it was a bad idea to read on the train, but she just couldn't help herself. The trip was excruciatingly dull when the only thing to do was stare out the window at New Jersey’s landfill-ridden countryside for four hours. She had updated herself on all of her favorite YouTube channels while waiting for the train to arrive, so the way Cece saw it she had no choice but to indulge in some Agatha Christie. The motion sickness must have gotten the better of her and put her to sleep judging by the dribble on her chin.

Affixing her glasses that had fallen into her open palm, she lifted her head to check her trip status on the Amtrak app. The plastic of her phone charm clacked against her charm bracelet as she unplugged it from the charger. Only ten minutes left. Had she really spent two hours taking a nap? As she shook her head back into reality once more, blue eyes glanced down at something nudging her feet. The novel she had been reading had not been as fortunate as her eyewear and landed pages down on her cherry-shaped duffle bag, the paperclip she'd been using as a bookmark had been cast to the floor. She cursed to herself and let out a sigh as she leaned down to grab her things and pop them back in her backpack on the seat next to her.

The remainder of the ride into the city was spent gazing out nervously at the Gotham skyline. Gloom and fog hung thick in the air as the rain beat against the windows of the car. What little light there was seemed to be emanating from the city itself despite the fact that it was nearing six o'clock. Cece didn't know if the AC was cranked up or if it was just the fact that they were above the bay, but the compartment was far too cold for early September. She slipped on her red hoodie and shook off the unnatural chill, hoping it wasn't some infamous ice villain deciding to wreak havoc on the train. Somehow, she figured her aunties wouldn't be too pleased knowing some hooligan with superpowers caused her trouble. As the bright lights and neo-gothic architecture loomed ever nearer in the distance, she hoped her future in Gotham City was more exhilarating than the journey there.

Once her feet hit the platform of Gotham Train Station she immediately stumbled back a little. The smells got to her first; pretzels, sandwiches, cigarettes, and human waste. The fluorescent lights cast everything in an eerie green glow that did nothing but worsen Cece's headache. Not to mention the noise of hundreds of people and the screeching of trains. Eager to exit the platform she beelined it up the concrete stairs, bolted through the main dais (completely ignoring the massive, gorgeous, marble hub), and busted out of the revolving door and onto the granite steps outside the station with her luggage in tow.

Hastily, she threw her hood over her head, hiding her low strawberry-blonde pigtail braids, in an attempt to shield herself from the downpour. She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and scanned the crowd for one of her aunts, eventually coming up empty, so she shot one of them a text.

Within seconds her aunt replied with a, ‘Be there in a sec,’ and sure enough, a fluorescent, pink helmeted blonde came barreling over the hill on roller skates. In front of her was a shopping cart with a soaked sheet of paper plastered to the front, but as she got closer Cece could begin to read the letters that bled through the disintegrating paper. ‘Welcome Home, Nugget!” it read in bright blue, undoubtedly once scented, marker. Smiley-face stickers flew off in a trail behind her as she dodged pedestrians, hurtling toward her niece at an uncontrollable pace.

The grin on Cece’s face as her aunt pulled over at the bottom of the steps practically split her face in half. The tall woman gazed up the stairs with an equally deranged smile and outstretched her arms toward the child, making a quick flexing motion with her fingers. Excitement buzzed through the small girl’s body, now faced with the reality of being reunited with her aunt. From the top of the steps, she launched her luggage into the cart before backing up and taking a running start, leaping off of the wet stone. Her aunt caught her effortlessly, spinning her around with glee as the two embraced.

“Auntie Harley!”

“Welcome home, Nugget! How was the trip?” her voice cut through the rain like a stray sunbeam, warm and mildly disruptive. She placed her niece back on the ground and nodded to the cart’s main basket. Getting the hint, Cece climbed in.

“It was okay, mostly boring. My head hurts.” the girl complained, adjusting herself against the metal. Her aunt unhooked a neon orange helmet from inside the shopping cart and tossed it to her with a knowing smirk.

“Which book was it?”

“Murder On the Orient Express,”

“Classic! Got to love good old Aggie!” her aunt leaned down and ruffled her hair, “Alright, Nugget, helmet on! This thing doesn't have breaks!”

The pair rocketed uptown to a red-bricked apartment building across the street from the reservoir. Cece knew it was theirs instantly. It looked nearly identical to every other building on the block save for the fact that climbing plants had completely overtaken the sides and roof. They had even surrounded the door, blooming as the Quinzel women approached. The staircases were lined with potted plants that tilted their foliage upwards as the blondes made their way up to the apartment. It almost seemed like they were whispering. The apartment door opened with a slam and out popped her Aunt Ivy. Her red hair was braided to the side draping over an apron that read “What the Fucculent”.

“Hurry up and get inside, you two. Your steaks are gonna get cold.”

The air inside the apartment was a drastic change from the pea soup of the city. It was still humid, but warm, clean, and breathable. The kitchen was especially hot even with the vent fan blasting. On the counter, surrounded by overflowing planters of herbs, was a large plate piled high with steaks. Halfway climbing onto the counter were two massive hyenas, frozen in place as they were caught very obviously trying to snatch up the savory meal. All Auntie Harley did was raise her arms and the giant beasts launched over the counter, scrambled over the tile (knocking into each other rather comically), and tackled the tall blonde woman to the floor. The licking and sniffing didn't let up until Cece shifted the duffel on her shoulder. She was immediately given the same treatment. Bud and Lou hadn't seen her since she was ten so her mother wasn't sure if they would recognize her, but the way the carnivores knocked off her glasses to lick her face more effectively proved otherwise. Soon all four of them were a squirming, giggling mess. Aunt Ivy managed to steal away their attention however by placing the steaks in two dog bowls next to the front door.

Auntie Harley jumped to her feet and hauled the teen up with her and dragged her to the couch. Her aunt patted her head and tossed her the remote before rolling over to the cabinets and producing two plates. The blonde wheeled her way over toward her niece, spinning the plates on her fingertips and humming circus music as she glided. Ivy chuckled in amusement as she set the meat on the coffee table. The redhead removed the apron from her person and hung it on a nearby vine while another root fetched the silverware. Both women plopped down beside the fourteen-year-old and began eating.

“Peanut, skates.” Ivy reminded.

“Oh, right! Thanks, Buttercup!” She started to unlace her roller skates.

“You too, Peaches.”

“Yeah, Nugget! Take a load off!” the blonde demanded. Immediately, the teen kicked off her sneakers. Another root quickly snatched them away down the hall. Whilst her aunts distributed the food, she took it upon herself to flip through the channels on the tv.

“So, Peaches, are you excited about high school?” Aunt Ivy asked, taking a rather late bite of her steak.

“Yeah, it's pretty daunting though. I'm just glad mom thought it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“You should come with us to orientation, Ives! Go on, Trouble, tell her about your class!” Cece put down the bite of steak she was about to take.

“It’s called ‘Art, Science, and Nature’. It's like environmental science mixed with art class. It looked cool so I thought I’d take it next semester to give myself a break from playwriting class.” Ivy’s expression barely shifted, but the room filled with a subtle floral scent, and spindly blue flowers sprouted from her hair.

“That sounds wonderful, Peaches. Let me know if you’ll be needing any help.” Her earnestness took physical form as more flora bloomed throughout the apartment. Cece smiled as she flipped the channel over to the news in her search.

“Will do, Aunt I-”

“- The old Nestler Textile plant is set to be demolished tomorrow morning to make way for the new Wayne Pet Rescue Shelter,” informed the news anchor, “This is immediately following the buyout of Nestler Textiles by Wayne Enterprises after the former’s pollution fiasco last week. We were unable to get a quote from former C.E.O. Richard Nestl-” Cece flipped the channel once more and settled on the classic cartoon reruns. The green woman simply crossed her arms and leaned back with a sneer.

“Of course, that nasty meat suit has nothing to say for himself. Pumping all those pollutants into the bay, poisoning the water, destroying The Green. He’s just lucky the bat was there to keep me from strangling him with my babies.”

“Would you believe it, Munchkin? He poisoned nearly half the city and they're gonna let him off with a slap on the wrist!” Harley exclaimed, “That reminds me, Nugget, don't drink the tap water. At least not until the city filters all that crud out.” She wagged a finger at her niece. “Or until you're up to date on your shots.” The teen cocked her head to the side.

“My shots? I'm up to date. Went to the clinic last week for physicals.” The blonde doctor glanced at the chipped varnish on the floorboards.

“Well, Kiddo, as you know Gotham’s a pretty dangerous place,” her tone was laced with a cautiousness that her aunt hadn't used in years, “and sometimes your Aunt Ivy and I can instigate danger, so while you're staying with us we wanted to make sure you're prepared.”

“We asked your mother and she permitted us to give you an immunity vaccine.” Doctor Pamela Isley was never one to beat around the bush.

“Basically, it'll just keep you from croaking if you bump into Ivy while living here.”

“You'll be insusceptible to most toxins, but it comes with side effects.”

“Like what?” Cece questioned, popping more steak in her mouth.

“Heightened strength and speed, but only slightly. You'll still be mostly normal.”

“Well, as normal as a Quinzel gets, y’know? But we're not gonna force you to take the shot if you don't want t-”

“-If you say it's safe and you think it'll help then I'm sold.”

“Really?” Both of her aunts eyed her with varying degrees of skepticism.

“Of course!” the bespectacled girl reassured them, “If you two think it's necessary and Mom said it was fine then sure. Have at my arteries!” She shrugged and finished off her steak. Swiftly, she snatched up her and Aunt Ivy’s plates and slid on her socks over to the sink, and started washing.

“Remember-” Ivy barely had to remind her.

“Turn the water off while soaping them up. I got it.” Harley grinned at her niece, brimming with pride.

After the clown queenpin finished dinner, Ivy retreated to the bathroom to grab her equipment. Minutes later she emerged with a syringe, some gloves, ethanol, a cotton pad, and a glass medicine vial containing a swirling purple liquid. She handed the materials off to her wife who quickly slapped on the gloves before she grabbed the pad and placed it at the mouth of the alcohol bottle. She tipped it over, sure to saturate cotton enough, and took the pad to her niece's arm, rubbing small circular motions into the flesh. The psychiatrist then removed the plastic cap on the needle and stabbed it into the metal cap of the vial, measuring slightly over the amount. She squeezed the syringe a bit to remove any air and adjust the amount, which caused some of the liquid to squirt out. When the purple liquid was exposed to the air it transmuted into a green vapor.

“Cool,” Cece remarked, eyebrows raised and clearly fascinated. Ivy chuckled at the girl’s wonder. Meanwhile, her other aunt had jabbed her arm with the needle already and was pushing the stopper down evenly. The teen twinged in pain as the solution settled into her bloodstream. “That does not feel great.”

“Tastes worse, trust me,” warned Harley.

“Wait, you mean I could have just drunk it?”

“Believe me, Nugget, this was the least painful option.” Her aunt discarded the used materials in the trash can by the door.

“Bullshit! You just wanted to play doctor,” she smirked. The taller blonde turned dramatically and scoffed.

“Honey,” she mockingly flipped her hair, “I don't gotta play doctor. I am a doctor!” With each word her Brooklyn accent thickened.

“Of course, you are, Peanut.” chimed Ivy, earning a laugh from their younger relative.

“Red!” Harley whined.

The green woman placed a quick peck on her wife’s cheek as she moved back to the couch. She snatched up a book from under the coffee table, flitted through it, identified where she left off and tuned out the world. Harley sauntered over to her niece, swinging an arm around the girl’s shoulders and hugging her close, she walked them both past the breakfast bar. “Wanna see your room?”

“Duh!” the teen responded fervently.

The former supervillain led her niece to a dark wood door beside the kitchen. Moss and lichen sprawled across the paneled surface, coating the door in a glittering green carpet while the orange of the lichens spelled out her name. As the teenager reached for the shoddy doorknob to reveal her home for the next four years, her aunt paused her.

“Before we go in there, I wanna make sure you know that if you don't like it we can always change it. Y’know, move some stuff, repaint, and such? So don't feel like you have to like it just because we set it up and you don't want to hurt our feelings.” Cece’s arms wrapped around her aunt in an instant and Harley patted her hair comfortingly as she squeezed back. “Alrighty! You ready?” Cece nodded her head vigorously. “Okay, okay, okay! Close your eyes, Nugget! Pammy, get the camera!”

Hands quickly shrouded the fourteen-year-old’s vision as she stumbled for the knob. Pushing inwards, she released her grip as she was coaxed forward a few paces into the room. “Okay, Trouble! Open those peepers!”

The first thing Cece noticed was that the quilting on the bed matched the patchwork curtains framing the window it was pushed against. As her fuzzy socks padded across the beige carpet, she took in the wallpaper, obviously new, on her way to the bed. It was cream and bright, unlike the rest of the apartment’s faded and stained yellow, and printed on it were strands of lovely orange flowers. The fresh coat of sage green was smooth atop the frame that encased the mattress. When she drifted her fingers over the iron there was no trace of her great-grandmother's old headboard, save for the shape of the welded metal.

“Is this actually Gee-Bee’s bed?”

“Well, it's a new mattress, but yeah. Your Uncle Barry and Uncle Frankie fixed it up for you before they brought everything up.”

“Everything?” Her aunt motioned to the end table directly beside the girl’s new bed. Cece could hear the roaring of her blood and the beating of her heart.

“This was Zayde’s,” She placed a hand gingerly on the nightstand, the walnut cold against her skin.

“Yep! Now, it's yours!”

“And Buh-Beeps just let you have it?”

“Nope!” popped Harley, “Hell no! She let you have it. Ma doesn't even remotely trust me with this stuff, but, and I quote, ‘Gotham’s a scary place, Harleen! She needs to feel as comfortable as possible! Better just give her the full set.’” The teen’s eyes morphed into dinner plates as she scanned the room for more of her grandfather’s things.

There, adjacent to the door, blocked by the comfiest-looking orange leather armchair, drowning in cardboard boxes, was the matching writing desk. The one she'd adored as a child, sitting in Zayde’s lap as he taught her how to play poker or watch him write his memoirs. On said desk, now in her new room, was her most recent Quinzel family photo, framed in a novelty Harley Quinn picture frame, illuminated by her grandfather's stained glass desk lamp.

Across from the window, on the opposite side of the room, stood the holy grail of Zayde’s possessions. The bookcase. She strode the width of the small room and at once skimmed her fingers along the side, between the wood and the plaster that made up her closet. Her fingers finally brushed a clear piece of tape and began intently pressing her digits into the same area of walnut. Soon she felt it; the divet where two different seams of lumber met. Cece made quick work of the tape and pushed up at the fissure, revealing a small velvet compartment that housed the tiny brass key. Removing the key from its cubby, the teen unlocked the glass-paneled doors of the antique shelving. It was as if the cabinet had let forth a fierce gust of wind, knocking the air out of her lungs. “We wanted you to put the books in yourself. Lucy thinks you're particular and your mom said you didn't like it when people touch your stuff without permission.”

“They're both right,” she confirmed, still gaping at the impressive piece of furniture.

“Same goes for your clothes. They're all in those boxes on the desk. Your hamper and Gee-Bee’s dresser are in the closet too, just to give you some extra storage.”

The teen paused as she went to slide open the closet door, noting the odd texture of the charcoal-colored paint. “Do you like it? It's chalkboard paint! It was your Uncle Ezzie’s idea! He thought that if you're gonna go to fancy art high school, you should have somewhere fancy to put all the big creative brainstorms you're gonna have! Pretty cool, right?” At that, the young blonde started tearing up, grateful to her hood for hiding her expression from her aunt.

“Yeah,” she agreed, sliding the door open, “it's way cool.” Once the wooden panel landed flush behind the other, Cece spotted them. A squeal left her throat before she could stop it.

“Oh, did you finally notice the-”

“The knobs!” Aunt Ivy’s laughter could be heard from the living room. Set into the fragrant chest of drawers were new handles. Green and orange glass flowers had been fitted into the cedar drawers, replacing the outdated cloth-coated wooden ones. “Wait, what do you mean ‘finally’?” She scoped the room once more, this time actively attempting to focus, and realized everything openable had the new glass daisies. “My life is complete!” Her fists pumped into the sky.

“You can thank your baby sister for those. She sent them to Red on Instagram and you know how your aunt is.”

“Lucy can have anything she wants for the rest of forever! These are so sweet!”

“Careful, Peaches, she'll take you up on that.” Ivy cautioned, now standing beside her wife, “and now that we're on the topic of sweetness there's one more surprise.”

“There is?” Harley raised her brow at her spouse. The vines and leaves that covered the ceilings throughout the entire apartment (and had been recording her reaction with Ivy’s phone), began to shutter and shift something they had entangled in their tendrils. Slowly, they extended the rather large item downward, depositing whatever it was in the corner of her room. The foliage soon retreated and revealed… more foliage. Now, enclosed between her bed and desk, there was a sapling in a terracotta pot.

“A tree… thanks.” Ivy simply rolled her green eyes at the teen’s sass, the vibrancy of which increased tenfold as the plant wedged in the corner started to shimmy. A creaking noise emitted from its bark as its branches stretched upwards and outwards, curling around the windows and swallowing the ceiling in twigs and leaves. Rapidly, flowers sprouted and blossomed with reckless abandon, and as quickly as they arrived, they were replaced with plump, fuzzy peaches. “Whoa… Sick!”

Ivy sidled up to her niece with an outstretched palm. Without a second thought, Cece held her aunt’s hand like she'd done a million times before. Snappier than the girl could register, a thorn jutted out of the May Queen’s palm, pricking the blonde. The minuscule droplets of blood beaded along the seam of the nick once the teenager withdrew her palm.

“What the hell, Pammy?” contested Harley, rushing to dress the child’s wound. She was stopped, however, by her spouse. Seeing her aunts about to have a domestic dispute, Cece speedily intervened.

“Auntie Harley, it's ok. Aunt Ivy never does anything without a reason.” At the soothing tone of the fourteen-year-old's voice, the older Quinzel’s shoulders unclenched. Ivy smiled sweetly at her niece, gratitude dripping with every crimson pearl.

“Put your palm to the roots.” Unlike her usual commanding tone, this seemed to be something of a request. Cece obeyed as Harley pouted apprehensively, muttering something about infections. She soon ate her words, however, when the rough bark vibrated and Green ripped through the tree. Suddenly, the peaches ripened, the bark strengthened, and the leaves were more vibrant. “It will respond to you now. Protect you if need be.”

“Cool…” claimed the Quinzels in unison. The younger one plucked a stone fruit from a branch. Sweet juice dribbled out her mouth as she chomped down, the fuzzy skin tickling her nose. She hummed in delight and thanked her aunt once more, this time genuinely.

All it took was one yawn from the child and Harley was ushering herself and Ivy out to let her rest after her long day. Despite that, Cece ignored her drowsiness and decided to organize her clothes. She only brought a few boxes a couple of months prior, and she knew her aunts were taking her back-to-school shopping later in the week, so she decided to put away what she could to avoid the hassle.

Halfway through folding her sweaters something hit her window with a thunk. She paused for a moment before she decided to return to her closet and placed her knitwear in a dresser drawer. Her braids smacked her in the face when she whipped her head around at the second thunk. She waited again. Silence.

‘It was probably a pigeon,’ she justified. The teen then continued to arrange her clothing. Five minutes later, the clanging of metal on the other side of the glass startled her out of flattening the cardboard. Grateful for the cover the thick, patchwork curtains provided, she tiptoed back over to her desk. Sifting through the package heap, she slid out a faded blue duffel with her name on it. From her softball bag, the blonde produced her trusty bat, rubber grip familiar in her grasp. She ducked behind the metal footboard and raised her weapon. Seconds passed as she sat crouching with her bat primed.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

She waited with bated breath. For what? She didn’t know. For someone to break into her room. A random Scarecrow gas attack. A very dedicated Jehovah's Witness. A fiber optic salesman gunning for a promotion. Whatever it was, she was ready. What she hadn’t considered was that the mystery thunker would just leave. Surely enough, the clanging of metal returned, decreasing in volume as the perpetrator climbed down the fire escape. Ten more minutes passed before she hopped to her feet, bat in hand, and quickly whipped the curtain away.

At least it wasn’t a ruse. The metal landing was bare, but as she hopped on her bed to look closer she spotted someone retreating from the pulled down ladder. She couldn’t maneuver herself into a better position to see the thunker, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a canary yellow sewing pin sticking a small piece of cream fabric to her window sill. In shiny, navy blue embroidery were the words, ‘Nestler Textiles Plant #9 451 Smelter Place’ in a gorgeous almost handwritten cursive. However, sewn haphazardly over the lovely script was a fraying carmine thread that taunted in sloppy print, ‘COME AND PLAY’.

Never one to turn down an invitation, she laced up her limited-edition Poison Ivy sneakers, slid up her window, and leaped onto the fire escape. As she cautiously closed her window, she snapped up the tag and pin. Then the blonde climbed onto the metal railing and front-flipped, landing gracefully on the asphalt below. Smirking, Cece Waldron strolled out of the alley, head low, red hood up.

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HELLO!!!

my name is PURRETTY PURRINCESS, aka SIRSHEE, aka GRIM, aka GIRLFAILURE, aka BOYFAILURE, aka NEPETA LEIJON, aka

i am a self shipper!!! my main is a silly little dude named kate eros!!!

^ only image i had of him 😭

he lives on a farm w his 18 siblings (yes, i mean 18), and his guardian is his auntie!!

i mainly ship him w the egharcrocklishes (egbert harley crocked english) but sometimes i force him w someone else :3

he is the ROGUE OF HOPE!!

he had an ectobiological troll brother also named KCAYNE PREYUM :3:3:3 he is the PAGE OF SPACE

didnt have pretty art of an at least mostly full body of him sorry!! his outfit is inspirex by a girl i dound off of google search!!! im tryna get him outta that but DAMN its so pretty!!!

kcayne is mainly shipped w the amporas/captors

anyways, hope u like my posts here!! byeee

[ramonathinks]

im the anon who asked about the other media you are into. and omg I love animal crossing too! as well as resident evil! My likes are pretty basic as well, but have been revolving around the things I've liked since middle school funnily enough. I can't shake harry potter no matter how many times I try to leave, and I cam back to kuroshitsuji/black butler after it was announced there would be a new season. Funnily enough I also rlly like harley quinn comics too, I used to be able to do a voice impression of her but lost it over time.

hi hiiii!!

me and harry potter been locked in for too long actually, one of my professors love hp and does a course on it every semester lol! i really like dramione… i have issues ofc but i love them! + sorry bc i used to do one too, not that it was any good 😭. & i really need to clean up my island on animal crossing :( it’s so messy rn!

i have always tried to get into black butler (like maybe 3 times) and for some reason i just get to when the auntie passes away and then i stop. i doooo know a lot of the lore weirdly enough. like with his cousin/betrothed not being as cutesy as we believe and about who he really is and all that lol.

[sunsetkerr]

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN | s.kerr the sweet nora universe, masterlist

summary: sam takes nora to practice for the day, but she has an accident when left alone

pairing: mum!sam kerr x fem!reader

notes: nora = age 3

“OH, NORA!”

“hey buggy!” sam walked into the change rooms that morning, nora on her hip. she had already grabbed everyone’s attention. alanna and mackenzie shouting out to their little niece.

“aunny’ mac!” nora pushed away from sam and tried to jump into mackenzie’s arms. sam pulled her head away from her daughter’s flapping lims, helping her into macca’s hold.

“my bug!” she smiled, kissing nora’s cheek.

“what about aunty lana?” alanna came up next to mac, holding her arms out to her niece. mac kept hold of nora whilst she leant out to give her ‘aunny lana’ a big cuddle. alanna cooed as she held nora.

“you watching training today?” mackenzie brought nora back onto her hip properly. sam smiled, watching her daughter interact with her teammates. 

“my mummy is not feeling well” nora shook her head, a little pout on her lips. the day that she was supposed to spend with mummy, had been shifted to a day at mum’s work.

“oh no” alanna frowned looking over to sam, “that’s no good”.

“so you’ve come with mum to work, huh?” mac asked with a smile.

“yeah!” nora grinned.

“lucky you!” mac took a finger to nora’s belly, tickling her to hear her laugh.

“good morning nora!” tony said as he made his way quickly around the room.

“hi!” she shouted back, not yet knowing how to control her volume dial.

“we start in ten, okay girls?” tony looked at his keeper and defender, then to his skipper. they all nodded. tony was always good whenever nora needed to come to practice, always happy to accommodate for her. he was just a big teddy bear when it came to his girls’ kids. harper, nora and harley had him wrapped around their fingers.

“well, hello miss kerr” katrina walked into the change room, shocked to see nora there.

“kat! is harper here?” nora smiled, wanting to play with her friend.

“harper isn’t here today, she’s at home” kat pouted, copying the sad look on nora’s face. “i’m sorry, we’ll have you around soon for a sleepover?” kat asked, putting her bag down in her cubby.

“yeah” nora nodded in response.

“perfect” katrina smiled before going over to chat with alex.

“alright c’mere you” sam smiled softly, taking nora back from macca. nora instantly leant her head on sam’s shoulder. she was just obsessed with her mum, always happy to spend the day at work watching her mum. 

sam put nora down on the bench in front of her cubby, quickly throwing on her training shirt and lacing up her boots. nora chatted with other players who came over to say hi to her, mary and her dancing to some song sam didn’t know the name of. soon enough, the girls were heading out onto the pitch, nora in sam’s arms. 

“you gonna be good for mum?” sam found a nice spot for nora in the players section, some of the trainers setting up for prac. nora nodded, shuffling in her spot. 

she quickly pulled out some sunscreen that she packed and slathered it on nora’s little face. she squirmed as the cool liquid seeped into her skin, but she knew how much her mum and mummy went on about protecting her skin, so she didn’t complain. 

“good girl,” sam smiled as she put the sunscreen away, before taking off nora’s little hoodie- the weather too hot for it. sam smiled as she looked at her daughter’s little outfit, a shirt and bike shorts. she always felt a sense of pride whenever she dressed nora in a cute little outfit.

“hi nora” sam looked up to see who had come over to say hello. standing over the two of them was ash from the media team. 

“can you say hi to ash?” sam looked up to ash before turning to look at nora again. 

“hi,” nora was quiet, but not rude. she always started off this way.

“ash is gonna sit with you while mum trains, she takes pictures for us on her big camera” sam pointed up to ash, who had her camera hanging off the strap around her neck. “i’m gonna be right over there, okay? after i finish we can go inside and have some food while mum talks with everyone,” sam took nora’s backpack off of her shoulder and put it next to her.

“mhm”

“sound good?” sam raised her eyebrows.

“yup” nora smile.

“good girl, stay here okay?” sam unzipped the little pink backpack and pulled out her little pencil case and book.“i’ve got your colouring book,” sam put it down in front of her, before leaning down to give nora a kiss on the head. “i love you, i’ll see you after” she smiled.

“bye mum!” nora called as sam began to jog into the huddle.

“bye buggy!” she called back a big grin on her face, waving to her daughter. ash made sure to snap a picture of that.

it wasn’t ash’s fault entirely that nora went unchecked during training. she was so quiet and whenever ash did check on her, she was just met with a small smile and a nod. so ash went out pitch side to get some more shots.

when ash was gone, nora looked up for her to ask her to take her down to the bathroom. she had been potty training with her mums for the last month or so and had been trying her best to get better as recognising when she needed to go. but, she was left alone. ash was out snapping pictures, the trainers were out with the girls. nora had no one to ask. she looked for her mum in the crowd of people, but found her talking to everyone. so she couldn’t go out and ask for her. 

nora swayed in her spot, really needing to go pee. she thought about going inside and looking for someone, but her mum told her to stay here. so that’s what she did; and by the time ash came back over, nora had already had an accident. 

training ended not soon after, sam spoke to the girls once more before jogging back over to her little girl. “ready to go inside, bug?” sam panted, taking a sip from her water bottle. sam furrowed her brow when nora didn’t look up at her, only held her book close to her body. “bug?” sam asked again, crouching down to her height, “what’s happened?” sam looked over to ash.

“i’m not sure, she hasn’t said anything” ash shrugged, worried for the toddler. 

“hey, nora” sam whispered. nora kept looking down at the grass, ignoring her mum. sam reached out to feel nora for a temperature, “what’s up? you feeling okay?”. but she felt fine. sam tutted as she watched as nora began to cry, “no buggy, why are you crying? c’mere”. she reached out for her daughter, to pull her into her arms.

“no! no, no mum” nora cried. 

“nora, what are you-“ sam cut herself off as she realised nora had wet herself, “oh, baby” sam sighed, kissing her forehead. nora sobbed into her mums arms, embarrassed of the fact she had an accident. alanna noticed the crying toddler and came over to see what was happening.

“what’s happening buggy? what’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand on her back.

“she’s had an accident,” sam whispered. alanna’s heart broke seeing how upset she was. she quickly pulled her training hoodie off from around her waist and wrapped it around nora’s back to cover her up.

“awh, nora” alanna patted her back.

“hey, it’s okay” sam pulled back so she could look at her daughter, “it’s okay. mum packed other clothes remember? it’s okay”. sam took the bottom of her jersey and wiped nora’s eyes and nose from where she had been crying. “we’ve got your tillies shorts in here!” sam exclaimed, as alanna grabbed nora’s backpack and book from the grass. “we’ll get you changed and you can dress like mum and aunty lana?” sam raised her eyebrows, knowing that nora loved matching with her mum. she nodded tearfully, a big pout on her face as she cried, “oh nora, it’s okay” sam gave her another kiss before starting to walk her inside.

“i didn’t know where to go” nora cried. 

“why didn’t you ask someone?” sam bounced nora as she walked through the tunnel, towards the bathroom. “ash would’ve taken you, bug” sam knew it wasn’t ash’s fault that nora had an accident, nora was shy and struggled to ask to go to the bathroom in public anyway, let alone to ask a stranger.

“she was busy” nora nuzzled her head into sam’s neck. sam rubbed her thumb over nora’s hot face, her little cheeks flushed from crying so hard.

“awh, darlin’” sam chuckled sadly, rocking her back and forth. “i’m sorry babe” she said, “next time you call out to mum, yeah? i’ll take you”.

“you were working” nora sniffed, finally calming down.

“it’s alright bug, mum’s gonna fix it” alanna pouted at nora, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.

“come on, bug” sam pushed open the doors to the bathroom with her back, alanna following them in with nora’s things. “we’ll change you and call mummy? see how she’s feeling” nora sniffed and nodded solemnly at the mention of her mummy. 

alanna pulled down the change table for sam and rested nora’s backpack on top of it, before giving nora a little kiss goodbye on the head. “yeah, let’s do that” sam agreed, grabbing out nora’s little jersey and shorts to change into. “i love you bug” she whispered. 

“i love you, mum”

[fangtastic-vampyra]

*crying from Merc retrograde*

GREAT TIME TO START A COMPUTER REPAIR HOBBY. YES.

I bought a Cheap Project comp.... And things are going um, better, til I lose data or it says it's not online, when, it is, or icons magickally disappear, I can only Play old, games currently.. Sims 2, even, keeps crashing,,,, OOOH I CAN TRY TO RUN ORIGIN. .. I have Sims 3, expansions too, i never buy item packs like dont care that much, hehe i mean i play for a few hours and get bored, idk, but sometimes Fecking hilairious shit happens, like its severely bad.. Woman starts having a baby in my dudes living room, the imaginary friend doll is named Cosmo, ._. Im disturbed... One of his female guests, ate in the bathroom then peed on herself .. kinda weird lol then the cat was playing in the urine, it was fucking FUBAR, I think my handlers fuck with my games ... like OBV, what the fuck kinda game session was that. THE SIMS 3, THE SIMS 4, I have the sims 2, from old games Once I made Joker and Harley and there was the popo, pulled up in the drive way, i guess a practical joke, anddd there were no options when clicking on it.. wtf lol

Computer wont even run Petz 5, im like, an internet queen goth and aunty. yes. lol. i mean no harm, ive always been a nanny, like Fran lol. ^.^ Now I have a stepson, he spent a verrrry long time in restroom, over an 1+, sigh, and thenn he goes in there without checking to see if theres bath towels, had to wait up for him, i wanted to bath at the same time. WE ARE SYNCHRONIZED. OMG. ITS EXTREMELY ANNOYING. TWO BED, 1 BA, APARTMENT. CRYING.

"dont forget to bring a towel" lmfao.

and noo id ont want to get high... im grown.. idk, its teenager stuff to me, younger stuff, to me, i cant blame them, weeds weaponized now.. idk.. i want uhm, more cdb / thc gummies.. or cbd liquid rops. govt weed heh..those are wild.. im starting to get anxiety surrounding it, panicking that i want things to stop before they stop, i have did okay, like im...affected strangely.. I think that means use more but im starting to find highs, undesirable, maybe kava, kratom are better options, i want to be present ... okay. i really want to stop worrying ,, im nervous,, people think im fun, interesting, kind, but i have a lot of sides...

[marcusbabymaximo]

Algumas de minhas bonecas de personagens femininos empoderados do cinema: 🎬 1 - 2019: Alex, Natalie, Dylan ("Charlie's Angels" - 2000); 2 - 2021: Beatrix Kiddo ("Kill Bill Volume 2" - 2003); 3 - 2021: Mera ("Aquaman" - 2018); 4 - 2021: Mad & Hell (" Death Becomes Her" - 1992); 5 - 2017: Cruella Devil ("102 Dalmatian" - 2000); 6 - 2022: Diva Plavalaguna ("The Fifth Element" - 1997); 7 - 2019: Catwoman ("Batman Returns" - 1998); 8 - 2022: Harley Quinn ("The Suicide Squad" - 2021); 9 - 2008: Aunty Entity ("Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome" - 1985); 10 - 2014: The Girl ("The Seven Year Itch" - 1955). 💙 #cinema #doll #marcusbaby #barbie #boneca #muñeca #bambola #marilynmonroe https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPqzSbLvc1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-magic-lava-lamp]

Peter, on the phone at a loud party: Auntie Nat! Things have gone all wrong.

Peter: Oh! Harley? He's fine...he is on acid though....What? Wait, I… I don’t know, how do you tell when it ‘kicks in?’

*a few minutes later*

Harley, standing on the roof above a pool and shouting to a roaring crowd of people: I AM A GOLDEN GOD!