#birds of prey imagine

[chloe-skywalker]

Bad This Time - Roman Sionis

Roman Sionis x Fem!Reader (Joker & Harley Daughter)

Warnings: none

Word count: 201

Summary: Being the daughter of Joker & Harley and dating Roman Sionis. But when her mother had been disturbing his business.

Authors Note: First Roman Sionis imagine.

Masterlist

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“Sweet;s.” Roman greeted Y/n with a kiss on the cheek and a wide smile.

“Roman.” Y/n greeted back.

“Your mother is here. Again.” He told her as they turned and headed towards the bar.

“I noticed.” Y/n glanced over to where she saw her mother dancing on a table.

Roman tilted his head letting out a breath. “Sweet’s I don’t think I need to say it, but-”

Y/n nodded looking down at her signature drink the bar keep placed in front of her. “I know. She’s been more out of control lately.”

Roman noticed Y/n’s glum expression and he didn’t like it. It didn’t sit well in his chest. “Mind sharing?”

Y/n let out a stressed sigh. “Her and dad broke up. Again. But it’s bad this time.”

“How bad this time?” Roman asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and started to rub circles into her hip.

“She burned down Ace Chemicals. That was their place.” Y/n told him looking up into his eyes. They both knew how bad that was without further words needed.

“Don’t worry, Sweet’s.” Roman squeezed her closer, his way of saying that he’ll help her through this.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: gunz

a/n: yall idk how to play poker

requested by anonymous

You and your fathers cackled after you slammed your hand of cards on the table and scooped the bets piled in the center toward you. The gang of villains shouted curses, threats, and obscenities as you mocked, doing anything you could to get under their skin. “Your kid’s a cheater! This isn’t over!” The Joker addressed Roman alone and you chuckled without hesitation.

“Looks pretty over to me.” You shoveled your winnings—money and jewels, among other things—into your bag until the Joker pulled a gun on you.

“Hand it over, kid.” He threatened, ignoring the guns now pointed at him. You felt a hand on your shoulder—Victor’s—and he gently spoke to you.

“What do we do in this situation, y/n?” Your father asked. You smiled just as wide as the Joker and slowly moved to dump the bag on the table, revealing a gun you had stored prematurely. A swift movement and the Joker now had a gun pointed right back at him. The other Rogues and crime bosses watched intently, waiting for a trigger to be pulled. Joker dropped his arm and laughed deeply.

“Ah, but isn’t cheating just another form of winning?” Joker nodded and holstered his weapon in the waistband of his pants. “Great game, Junior. Can’t wait for the next one.” You and your fathers watched as he left and exchanged amused glances.

“Great job, sweetheart.” Roman patted your back. “I think it’s time we head home.”

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[helenababs]

"you're the personification of a headache, i swear."

"headaches come and go, oracle. i'm much more dedicated to making your life hell, i assure you."

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Tiny little baby black footed cat!Izuku with highest successful kill rate 💕💕💕

Toshinori didn’t realize he’d be spending half of the training montage trying to prevent Izuku from launching himself at shifters ten times his size

[fandomnerd9602]

Oliver: seriously you’re dating a knock off of me?!

Dinah: at least he doesn’t make me cry

Oliver: but I’m a billionaire

Dinah: and Y/N gives me home cooked meals and cuddles. A girl needs more than wealth, Queen

Y/N swings in…

Y/N: hey my canary, ready to go?

Dinah: baby I’m ready to sing for you…all night long

For @konstantin609

[spacebubblehomebase]

"Red is the color of a rose, our love, your hair, and my heart. Red is the color of HER. Your painted lips. My work of art." 👩‍❤️‍👩 Nothing to see here! Just girls thinking of girls. ✨️ Can't believe it took me THIS long to realize I haven't drawn these two baddies. Besties who kiss AND tell, but it's just as well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope ya like this little doodle of mine, sis! 💕 -Bubbly💙

#spacebubblearts #myart #fanart #doodle #birthday #pamelaisley #harleyquinn #poisonivy #birdsofprey #dc #dcu #girlfriends #lesbians #bisexuality #comics #villains #antiheroes #red #harlivy #coloring #roses #hearts #gotham #batman #batfamily #canon #lgbt #couple

[featheredcritter]

I think a lot of people like. Don't know or understand how powerful birds of prey really are.

[staying-elive]

Just watched Anthony's Shark Week show.

And then i watched his Running Wild episode with Bear Grylls.

Tell ya what, that night vision camera really makes his eyelashes pop! 🤣😂

[autisticrosewilson]

First of all, you have given me so much to work with, thank you so much. Second of all, I’m really glad you could see where I was going with Grant’s real test not actually being about killing Slade. Third of all, I absolutely love what you’ve suggested with the powers and I am currently designing met gala esque outfits for the trio and Tara’s specifically is really fun to play around with. I’ve been thinking to show they’re becoming more divine I’ll change their hair and eye colours but not their faces for the most part. I was drawing robin Jason with Natalia and decided he should have brown eyes and a crooked nose from breaking it as a kid but once he returns his eyes get weird (eg go blue and occasionally other colours), a patch of his hair went white and he lost all of his scars. Also, I think the closer they get to divinity I’m gonna draw cracks on their body that glow with their specific colours just to hammer home how they’re shedding their mortal forms.

With Tara being able to see the strings of fate, I though it’d be fun to give her a harp and then with Jason having the see no evil trait I thought it’d be fun to give him weighing scales since lady justice wears a blindfold. Idk what to give Grant though. I mean probably a weapon of some sort or maybe a Shepard’s crook that he can turn into a scythe to play into the sheep, wolf, Hunter thing.

With Jason and Tara’s splintering, I love the idea of them making fun of Grant for being the baby god. He hasn’t even had a cult yet, gosh he’s so young. Also them being besties just holds a special place in my heart.

And I just came up with this, of course they have parallels to the trinity but in universe rumours of their existence have been around much longer than Bruce, Clark and Diana. They’re the big three of the justice league but these guys are justice gods. So they start calling themselves the justice trinity but then people get confused about which trinity is which because the justice leagues’ trinity sounds awfully close to the justice gods’ trinity. The new all caste is certainly more distinctive branding but the point isn’t to be distinctive, it’s to be petty.

I'm so glad my unmedicated rambling helped!!! And I'm so excited for the outfits!!! I love when characters start becoming less and less human, when they're stuck in that uncanny valley spot of not quite human but not entirely Other, when they lose control and the cracks start to show...um I should probably give a warning for slight body horror elements. Not in the gore sense, in the "this body is not made of flesh and there is something divine clawing it's way out". Uh also there are teeth. Just. Teeth. I dipped into a little bit of cosmic horror at the end there because I wanted to cover my bases with mixed mythologies

Jason, with his defined splinters, is usually depicted with three faces in ancient texts. The Child, gaunt and dark colored, is said to appear before the downtrodden and impoverished. The few stories remaining tell of kindly people who give him an offering, and in exchange he reveals his true form, with his crown of golden ivy and beautiful strong wings to gift them bounties of food and water and riches. Other stories tell of not so kind encounters, where The Child witnesses an injustice - typically against women or children - and again reveals his true form, one with clawed hands and a mouth dripping with blood. Scholars argue what the wings looked like, but whichever All-Caste member annotated it before has compared their likeness to either a Robin or a Shrike.

There's also The Ghost, He appears young at first glance, but his hair is wirey and gray, his eyes milky and unseeing, in bloodied armor he greets the souls of the damned as they're delivered to him, and with scarred hands he wipes the tears of children taken too soon. Accounts of this face are few and far between, but all of them are entrenched in sorrow.

Finally there is The Soldier, scarred and still smoking from the ruins of battle he emerges, giving voice to the weak and resources to the needy. He champions revolutionaries and philosophers first, a strategist who delights in the liberation of the people from corrupt systems. Accounts of him usually come from times of famine and war, and he was particularly popular with poor villages, who would mark the graves of their dead with the symbol of his sword as offerings. For some reason or other, he got particularly popular with the youth, girls and boys both seemed to pray for him and leave him offerings.

The way these manifest on Jason is subtle at first. I could go the body horror route, but I won't. Yet. Instead I think his splinters show up as reflections, shadows, imprints. The faint echo of bell-like laughter when Jason does a move he learned as Robin, the image of a younger him with longer hair and unblinking eyes staring at him in the mirror. It gets worse when he gets the blades, the white streaks his hair, the swirling mark covers more of his skin every time he uses them, he trails the scent of smoke and blood behind him like a signature. His scars...they should disappear. They have for everyone else who used the pit, but instead his skin starts cracking. Any place he's ever been scarred glowing cracks break up his skin. He can't feel them, but he's always aware of them, the meaning behind them, the divinity literally leaking through his body. His eyes aren't brown anymore. They aren't even green. He looks in the mirror and they are copper, molten and burning. He tries his best to keep his mask on.

What do you think of when you imagine the word divinity? Probably something like Tara. Something with skin carved from stone, with moss and fungus crawling up her legs and snow laden shoulders. They say her hair is made of swirling clouds and the sun and moon are her eyes.

Some say she's a nymph although no one knows what kind. You're just as likely to see her name among the naiads as the dryads. Whether flowers bloom where she dances or waves crash when she sings, she's known to be more vicious towards suitors than her sisters.

Others have said she's a faerie, who takes the faces of lost daughters and lovers, slipping into their places seamlessly, forcing unruly men to pay their dues. Others say she's a shifter of a different sort, with a shawl of feathers and a crown of twine and gems. Stories range from men trying to steal her coat (and paying dearly) to lost children returned safely home on the back of a swan.

Tara doesn't think about it at first, the way gravity tends to cede to her, she doesn't notice how sunflowers turn their faces towards her instead of the sun. She doesn't notice the way her face...shifts. it's imperceptible really, and it's not like she looks in the mirror all that often. But everyone around her notices it, on some level, the way her expressions are off. A little too exaggerated. The way her limbs bend just a little too oddly. The way she never looks quite the same as she did the day before, the way she picks up features from the people around her the way she picks up rocks from ground to add to her collection. Clay molded subtly into the image of those she loves, a museum of everyone she's ever met. She does notice when her hair starts going white at the ends, the strange way her hair starts to curl unnaturally, almost floating. She's not so upset about her eyes, the deep blue of her father that has glared down at her day after day, she has changed her hair, her face, her language but she could not change her eyes. It seems she didn't have to, when she wakes up with one a little too silver to be gray and one a little too gold to be brown. And then her skin starts splitting, a cavern made from a broken rib and ravines made by the slashing of knives. She doesn't even bleed anymore, they never scab over. They crystallize, amber like ambrosia, like ichor. Her body a geode waiting to be cracked open to let the thing within finally break free.

They know the least about Grant, whatever he used to be. Half written scrolls, torn or burnt or simply stopped abruptly, illegible journal entries with symbols never recorded in any known language, half finished sketches where the details are never quite clear. A few things are usually consistent though, signs that he's been there, usually from hunters down on their luck or the particularly old and sickly. First, the howling. Like a wolf or a storm, although later accounts would add that it occasionally sounds like a mechanical whirring. Then the rabbits, dead and gutted, but not a trace of blood. Piles of them left in heaps on doorsteps or windowsills. Some have reported knocking at strange hours or finding teeth in their homes, a mix of human and animal. There is one photo on record, the most recent thing in the archive most likely, of claw marks on the side of a barn, too big and oddly serrated, certainly not from anything native to the area. Elderly that report these phenomena typically pass from heart problems within the week, according to some of the old medical files.

Grant came back wrong. Physically, at least. He knows that he's still himself for the most part, dying didn't make him a selfish asshole he did that all on his own, but...but something is wrong with him. It's the way lightbulbs flicker when he's mad and how cameras, no matter the quality, never quite get a clear shot of him. The way Joey can't ever grasp his features, not fully, the details slipping from his mind like water. The way eyes on his face slide right past, unable to look directly at him. It's in the gray spreading from his roots and his eyes too wide and dark to belong to something human. It's the way death clings to him like a second skin, sickly and pallid turning the tips of his fingers gray. His teeth are starting to feel too sharp for his mouth, and he hears things no one else does, whispers of voices that Are Not and Can't Be. The worst part is the orange, liquid candlelight under his skin, lighting up all of his veins and scars, webbing together like the world's worst game of connect the dots. No, there is no mistaking him for something human, so there is no reason to try. If this is his fate then he will take it, because he is not a sheep and he will not be a wolf, he is a hunter, and he is hungry.

[ribbononline]

Your hardenshipping ponies are the cutest thing in the world, their so cute!? The designs 🥺❤️

Ahh thank you so much! I love drawing them and mlp still has a huge soft spot in my heart so im really glad whenever someone mentions liking them :''"DD Heres a few random sketches i had laying around , including the admins! With Shelly being fully finished since I wanted to show the sea pony designs I was going w since theyre not entirely the same as in gen4

[stardancerluv]

Hiiiii! I really want to read all your Roman Sionis fics (I got into him recently and I love your writing for him!) but I’m a little overwhelmed cause you have so many overlapping series. Do you have a complete master list by any chance?

Wow…I don’t even know what to say but thank you! But yay…Roman is amazing! Ty so much!

Still love and adore him!

(The moment..I saw and had to start a fanfic over…anyhow!)

Here is the proper order.

Part one

Part two

Part three

PS…

⭐️⭐️A Night Out, Club 44…

timeline wise goes before

Gotham Lockdown 2020…⭐️⭐️

I was inspired after seeing The Batman ‘22

Part Four

And…well this is just miscellaneous Roman Sionis fics!

Hope this helps..and please..please read a d share your thoughts I would love to hear them! Thank you again! 💐💐💐

Checked out your tumblr…its amazing… @loycspotting this is just Roman…but when links work again, I can share my Ewan McGregor Masterlist…I had a lot of free time during lockdown, when I was out of work.

[sparrow-arrow]

Something I've never been able to get out of my head is that when jaiden and roier lived together during the beginnings of qsmp, jaiden had a really hard time with her bird instincts whenever she was around him. There are some species of birds that eat spiders, and while jaiden wouldn't do that, I like to imagine that she sometimes takes roier away by grabbing him with her talons due to predator bird instincts. She's gotten a lot better at controlling herself, but there are times where she almost slips up and does it again.

[papaiyatree]

thought of a silly concept but like. what if there was a silly ongoing called "dcu goes to..." and it has arcs (4issues / arc) of dc characters being Somewhere in the world... just a silly 4 issue arc that may or may not lead into other ongoings/minis etc... it's a neat little way to decentralize the us in the dcu and also neat show of culture.... imagine that per each arc. the people working on it are people who belong to the country that is the setting of the arc? that would be SICK

[fandomnerd9602]

y/n can turn into any animal that they want and harley quinn love that.

Y/N shifts into the following animals… these are Harley’s reactions…

Harley: Aww you’re so cute as a hamster…can you do a jackrabbit? Yes!…hyena!! My favorite! Oh baby I just wanna snuggle with you all night long!

Y/N as a hyena chuckles…

[drbatsponge]

An apology in advance to Wonder Woman fans if what happens happens in BoP#4

Cass Cain fans are going to be very annoying about it. 😭

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

finished 'The Oracle Code' by Marieke Nijkamp