#harley pov

[sidsinning]

not only is the new suicide squad anime an ISEKAI- they made Joker your HOT BISHOUNEN YANDERE EMO ANIME BOYFRIEND?

BASED OFF THIS DUDE BTW

[theprettylatina]

POV: You're a Gothamite

It's me, I'm the gothamite

[nutmegdoggy]

well I drew another Karkat. and a Jade to go with him (click for higher quality)

I did the characters with copic marker, then I realized I hadn't planned ahead so I couldn't really make the rest of the meme in my sketchbook, so I took pictures of them and edited them into the meme. Here's the original drawings:

[lokiironmanspiderman]

Can you imagine Tony Stark wearing this t-shirt

[clownprince]

soooo was anyone gonna tell me there's a canon arkham knight prequel novel that not only overtly says that bruce is mourning joker but actually gets into his psyche and grieving process and how it's affected him. or was i just supposed to find that out myself from poking around the arkhamverse tv tropes page

[babyloveparkner]

her weird, wonderful brother

a sequel to a primer for the small weird loves. part 2 in the limericks and love songs and letters series.

5 times that Emma Keener learns something new about her brother plus 1 time she realizes that he’s still the same Harley that she grew up knowing and loving.

he’s gay

he has a boyfriend named peter

he goes to college in new york

he reads and writes poetry

he worries a lot

and, of course:

when he loves, it’s with everything he has

ft. harley’s sister growing up and realizing that maybe him suddenly moving to a different part of the country despite only being fifteen probably matters more than their mom originally let on, an outside perspective of the growth harley has gone through via his time in new york and the love of his support system, and a peek into the future—including some moments from harley and peter’s wedding.

first chapter (which is what the moodboard is for) is now being written. i am currently planning to have it posted by the end of october.

[thompsborn]

howdy, hb2 ch2 this weekend, not tonight bc it’s not done yet but tomorrow or sunday for suresies 🫡

(here’s a snippet from the first scene tho)

"Have you thought about an English degree? Or, like, something similar?"

Peter looks up, nose scrunched up on his face. "Absolutely not."

"You're good at it," Harley tells him, shrugging. "I just thought you might have some interest in it or something. Pretty sure you're the only reason I'm not failing."

The end of Peter's mouth twitches up—he's been odd since the Halloween party, sometimes fully present, able to smile more, laugh easier; sometimes closed off and quiet, completely dazed, like he's sitting here but he's not really here. Right now, he seems to be having a good day judging by the way he's got that small smile pulling at his lips. "You wouldn't be failing," he says, shaking his head.

Harley makes a face. "Sure, yeah. I'd be passing. With a C-, probably."

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs a soft laugh, turning his eyes back to his notebook, jotting down a few notes as he reads through the short story that they've been assigned to write a responding analysis to. Harley doesn't know how Peter's able to focus on the short story—Harley tried reading it, but the words started floating around the page about halfway through. The story itself is good, to be fair, and Harley does enjoy reading, but something about the font and the layout of the textbook makes his brain want to clock out as soon as he's looking at it.

But Peter is scanning over the words, jotting down notes and quotes and whatever else he finds fitting. And Harley doesn't look at his own book. Instead, he continues to watch Peter for a moment and then asks, "Do you like to read?"

"Mm." Peter finishes the sentence he was writing, then looks back up at Harley with a slight frown. "Kind of," he says, words coming out a little bit slow. "I mean, yeah, but, uh… I didn't really appreciate it until one of my best friends in high school and I got closer. She loves to read, and we had our English classes together, so she helped me with them and it kinda opened my eyes a bit, I guess." He shrugs, kind of clunky as his gaze drops back to the table with his frown deepening. "I don't really read for fun," he says. "But I can, like… enjoy it, you know? When I do read stuff."

This is the second time Peter has mentioned a friend that he doesn't seem to have anymore—he'd brought up his Aunt May and an old friend at the Halloween party, when he said that he doesn't like Thanksgiving. Harley's crush makes him want to ask to know more. His curiosity makes him want to dig for the information himself.

He does neither. "I think I forgot how to read," he says instead, looking down at his own textbook with a scowl. "None of these look like words."

Peter snorts. Harley's gay little heart flutters at the sound.

It's definitely a good day.

[thehermitsacedia]

One day you'll figure me out I'll meet judgment by the hounds

[batslime]

Zoinks! G-g-g-ghosts!

[lazaruspiss]

well. at least 3 of these are decent options.

[keenerkey]

Seven Lines

I was tagged by @sarah-sandwich-writes to share seven lines from my (currently) unnamed WIP. Thanks for the tag! <3

Harley pressed his palm against his head, closing his eyes trying to stop its relentless ache. How did he get here? Mama and Abbie must be worried, he thought.

He patted his pockets, not finding anything but taking notice of a nice looking watch on his wrist. Harley wasn’t really sure where he got this, but he shook the thought out of his head, adding it up to a gift Tony sent him that his headache isn’t letting him remember.

Tagging anyone who wants to! <3

[harley-sunday]

Time for some audience participation, besties. I'm curious:

🧡

[tiredlezbian]

I'm in love with this

Bruce Wayne wakes up in the past, five months after Jason Todd died, and spends most days sat beside the grave because he never found out exactly when Jason had come back and he wanted to be there to save him when he did.

From an outside perspective, everyone is extremely concerned.

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[thompsborn]

peter loving harley in an all consuming hunger grateful for any moment in the same room constantly wanting more but happy to have whatever he’s given sort of way vs harley loving peter in a borderline obsessive solving a puzzle memorizing a map sort of way

[little-pondhead]

Hyenas And The Frozen Heir

[Oneshot. Unedited and short. I have no intention of continuing this. However, anyone is free to pick up where I left off. Have fun!]

—

Dash’s hands were shaking. Sticky green blood was being smeared all across his steering wheel, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Dried tears were making his skin feel tight, and fresh ones made the world blurry. 

Dash allowed himself a quick peek at his boyfriend. Danny was now passed out in the back seat, wrapped in a little nest of football jerseys and cheap truck-stop blankets to keep him warm. To hide the bandages. The blond choked back another sob. They’d been on the road for almost nine hours, and Danny had been bleeding the entire time. Dash had to make more than one pit stop to frantically shove Danny’s organs back into place because he couldn’t sew properly to save his life. The inside of his car looked like something out of a horror scene. Acidic ectoplasm was slowly eating through his car seats. A pile of used, glowing bandages was stuffed under the passenger seat, and after the fourth or fifth stop, Dash just stopped trying to clean himself up altogether. 

A slight murmur brought Dash out of his spiraling thoughts. Danny shifted, knocking off Dash’s letterman jacket, which was beyond ruined now. Quietly, Dash slowed and guided the car onto the right shoulder of the empty highway, blearily reaching over to turn off the headlights. Better to make passing cars think he was a driver taking a nap rather than someone needing help.

But we do need help, a rational part of his brain whispered. We can’t do this alone.

Shut up. He whispered back. 

Dash twisted in his seat to face Danny, reaching to cup the halfa’s cheek. “Hey, blueberry. How are you holdin’ up?”

Danny lolled his head, eyes unseeing momentarily before focusing on Dash. “ ‘s okay.” He mumbled. “Where are we?”

“Uh,” Dash glanced back to the mess of paper maps that had taken over his passenger seat, just as stained as everything else in the car. “A few hours away from New Jersey. We’re almost there, I promise.”

“Wha’s in New ‘ersey?” Danny slurred. This wasn’t good. This was the fourth time Danny had asked this. Was he losing too much blood? Dash checked, but the bleeding was slow, and the bandages weren’t soaked yet. But Danny’s skin looked paler than usual. Dash couldn’t feed him water or food until he was stitched up correctly. They needed to get some fresh ectoplasm in him. Ectoplasm Dash did not have. 

Calmly, in case Danny would pick up on his fear, Dash said, “My auntie lives there, remember? She and her girlfriend are scary smart. They’ll help us.”

“Mmmm.” Danny’s eyes drooped again. His glow was almost gone. Dash tucked his letterman jacket back around Danny’s shoulders and settled back in for more driving. It was the only thing he could do right now. 

—

As soon as Dash passed the sign that said Welcome to Gotham! he couldn’t help but hold his breath. He’d been here a hundred times, taking long vacations during summer break to come over and relax in the chaos his aunt created. Gotham was a wonderful place. Even more so ever since he learned about the existence of ghosts. The city's spirits always had exciting stories to tell him or knew about fun things to do. But he’d also seen the dark side of Gotham. It would be their luck if they got caught up in a night-time warehouse raid or rouge attack. 

But despite Dash’s worries, nothing happened to them as they navigated the streets he’d memorized long ago. A broken streetlamp dropped sparks onto the hood of his car as Dash parked next to the curb in front of his aunt’s place. Hidden deep within the city and squashed between buildings, Dash could only stare at the climbing plants that was definitely not there the last time he visited. Guess Aunt Harley’s girlfriend moved in sooner than he thought. 

Danny shifted in his sleep, and Dash glanced at him, biting his lip. From his aunt's stories, there was a good chance those plants were alive in more ways than one. It’d be stupid to carry Danny up there if they attacked him. But he didn’t want to leave Danny alone in the car, no matter how close the front door was. Making a quick decision, Dash hopped out of the car and opened Danny’s door, gently shaking him awake. 

“Mmph,” Danny grumbled. 

“Time to wake up, blueberry. We’re here.” 

That seemed to wake Danny up. He straightened up as much as possible, clutching the pile of blankets to his chest as his eyes snapped open. Dash pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, trying to calm him. 

“Listen,” Dash began. “I need to go up and knock on the door. But my aunt’s girlfriend moved in, and carnivorous plants surround the house, so I’m going to leave you here to watch the car, okay?”

Danny clutched onto Dash’s t-shirt, frightened by the mere thought of him leaving. “No, please don’t.” He whimpered. 

Dash’s heart hurt. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I have to, Danny.” He croaked out. “My aunt can help, but I have to go wake them up. I’ll be less than fifty feet away and leave you with the Fenton Blaster, okay? Look,” he pointed past Danny’s shoulder. “You can see the door from here. I’ll be right back, I promise.” 

Tears rolled down Danny’s cheeks, but he reluctantly let go. Dash gave him one last gentle kiss before closing the car door. Danny’s glowing eyes followed his every move as he approached the door. His only weapon was the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick that Jazz had gotten him for his birthday. 

Dash tapped the stick against his thighs, a nervous habit. Something moved in the shadows. Dash whipped around just in time to dodge a strike from a rosebush. The roses gnashed their teeth, snapping at his exposed skin. Dash beat off every flower with quick, decisive strikes, trying to stun but not destroy. He practically danced in a circle to avoid the whole bush. Roots tried to wrap around his ankle, but he stomped on them with his heavy boots, causing the entire plant to flinch. Moss was spreading up his legs, and a bunch of English ivy was trying to tether him. Dash didn’t blink and instead gently unwrapped the ivy and scooped off the moss before it got past his hips. He was only a few feet away from the front door now. A rose bit his shoulder, making Dash wince before prying it off, barely bruising a petal. If he could only-

“Dash!” His aunt threw open the front door, beating him to it. 

“Auntie!” Dash visibly brightened at the crazed appearance of his aunt, who had a pink bathrobe barely tied on and slippers in the shape of sheep heads adorning her feet. “Sorry, you’ll have to wait for your hug; I’m a little tied up.” He cracked a smile he didn’t really feel and gestured to the ivy, trying to strangle him. 

Aunt Harley cackled like that was the funniest joke she’d heard all year, dramatically wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, ya never cease to amuse me, honeypot. It’s okay, Ivy! It’s just my nephew.”

“The one in high school?” A green-skinned, red-haired woman appeared at the door, sneaking her arms around Harley’s waist. She examined Dash critically, noticing his gentle attempts to dissuade her plants from eating him alive. He must have passed some sort of test because the plants suddenly froze and retreated after a moment. Dash sighed. 

“Thank you,” he said to the woman, presumably the famous Poison Ivy. “I’m not used to fighting delicate plants.” She raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. 

Aunt Harley bounded down the steps, practically flying towards Dash for her mandatory bear hug. He indulged her, scooping the tiny woman into his arms, and swung her around, prompting her to laugh. “It’s good to see ya, honeypot!” She giggled after he finally set her down. “Did ya bring Pookie with ya? Bud and Lou have been dying to see him again. And why are ya covered in green stuff?”

Dash stepped back, frowning. “About that,” he said. Harley instantly got serious, sensing the severity of the situation. “Can you help us?”

“Us?” Ivy asked, descending the steps. “Who’s ‘us’?”

The teen gestured towards his car, still safely parked on the street, where Danny’s glowing eyes could still be seen, boring into the two strangers with blatant hostility. “My boyfriend got vivisected.” Dash began. “And the organization that did it still has his family.”

—

“Jesus fuck kiddo, you’re more messed up than Batsy after a night-in with Selina,” Harley commented, poking one of his intestines with a gloved finger. Danny giggled hoarsely. 

“That tickles!” he complained but leaned back into his boyfriend's arms, riding the high of the most potent painkillers Ivy could cook up. They wouldn’t last long, so Dash let the more experienced adults patch up his boyfriend. With strict supervision, of course. 

“Are you aware you’re missing a lung?” Ivy glanced up at Danny, a little alarmed. 

“Is that why it’s hard to breathe?” He giggled again. 

Dash kissed the top of his head. “Blueberry, you don’t need to breathe,” he reminded Danny. “Why don’t you stop for a bit so Ivy can count your organs?”

“Okaaay,” Danny sang and did just that. Both adults froze momentarily, staring at the two as Danny continued to wiggle and whisper to himself, seemingly still alive, despite his heart not beating. Finally, Dash coughed, and they snapped out of it. 

“Ahem,” Ivy coughed. “Anyways. From what I can tell, Danny is missing one lung, both kidneys, half his liver, and about a third of his esophagus. How are you alive right now, kid?”

“He’s not,” Dash answered. Ivy flinched in surprise. 

“What?”

“He’s not alive. Not completely. Danny’s a halfa; half-ghost, and half-human. That’s the only reason he’s survived this far.”

“Okay, that seems like a shit show we’ll discuss later.” Dash could tell she would be rubbing her forehead from frustration if Ivy's hands weren't covered in ectoplasm. “Let’s just focus on stitching him up for now.” 

“Hey, what’s this glowing thing next to his heart?” Aunt Harley asked, moving to poke it.

“DON’T TOUCH IT!” Danny flinched at the sudden volume change in Dash’s voice. “It’s his core. Don’t touch it.” 

Harley put her hands up in surrender. “I won’t! I won’t! Jeez, I was just askin’...”

“Just hand me the scissors, Harley.” Ivy sighed. Harley did so, and Dash leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Danny was playing with his fingers, so out of it he barely noticed the needle plunging in and out of his skin, slowly hiding his ribs from view once more. Dash was glad he wasn’t freaking out. He was glad that Dr. Isely lived up to her name and could manufacture a painkiller so strong it would land her on another bio-terrorism list all on its own. He was glad his aunt had been home rather than out making a ruckus at two in the morning like she usually did. Dash was glad for many things but dreaded what was coming. 

There were so many things to do. The GIW was surely alerted by now that Dash had left his classes in a panic and probably sent out search parties when he didn’t show up for curfew. They’d know he was with Danny. Dash wasn’t stupid. He knew at least one person in his “friend” group would willingly rat him out if something was in it for them. He was sure it wouldn’t be Paulina, Star, or Kwan, but he wouldn’t take that chance. He couldn’t count on them for help. Danny’s friends, Sam and Tucker, would probably force their way into the situation as soon as possible, so Dash needed to lay the groundwork for whatever he would do before Tucker tracked him down. He needed a clear plan before he faced those nerds. And what about Valerie? Or Vlad? Or any of the ghosts? 

No, Dash thought, dismissing that idea immediately. They’d just get captured, too. I’m the least liminal out of everyone, I have the best chance for a surprise attack. Including anyone else from Amity will spell disaster. Besides, I shut down the portal. If Vlad is smart, he’ll shut his down too. It’ll take a while for the ghosts to figure things out. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, honeypot?” Aunt Harley laid a hand gently on his shoulder, shaking Dash from his thoughts. God, he didn’t realize how tired he was. Danny had been put back together in no time, like a morbid puzzle piece he couldn’t solve. Now the halfa was dozing again, snuggled into Dash’s chest, each hand lazily petting the two hyenas that had snuck up and demanded pets. 

Dash sighed, feeling like the world was on his shoulders. “I don’t know what to do,” he confessed, a little choked up. “Danny’s family are still out there, being tortured. I can’t call anyone in Amity; too many people would be in danger. What should I do, Auntie? They’re still human. They won’t survive the GIW’s experiments. But I don’t know where to start tracking them down. And what happens when I do find them? Just storm in there? I can’t…” Dash trailed off at the soft look on his aunt’s face. 

“We’ll help you,” Harley said firmly, her accent changing to be more serious. “I promise, Dash, we’ll help you find them. We may not be supervillains anymore, but Ivy and I still have quite the influence in underground circles. We can even include Batsy and his brood if we need to. Again, I promise we’ll save everyone.”

Dash blinked back tears. Danny sneezed, causing the two hyenas to jump up and lick his face. Danny laughed, trying to fight them off but too exhausted to put effort into it. Frost covered Dash and the couch he was sitting on in a fine layer of cold, making him pull Danny closer. He kissed Danny’s hair, slowly lulling him back to sleep. Danny obliged, his form flickering back and forth between his ghost form and his human one. Both states were battered and sported thick bandages that hid his stitches. Finally, Danny seemed to settle on a strange mix of both. His form seemed more human, but the frost had permanently settled along his limbs and face, making him shimmer, and a flaming crown floated gently above his head. The green glow it gave off made Danny feel better, so Dash didn’t touch it. White was creeping through his white hair, and his skin still had a deathly tint. Danny looked healthier than he did an hour ago just by being in Gotham. It gave Dash hope.

“Thank you, Aunt Harley. I hope you mean it.”

—

@bianca-hooks123 @epilepticnerd @luffyrose @dat1angel @cathycadis @starscreamlover @phantom-things

Dp x Dc prompt #?????

Dash was sitting in class when he got sent a text message from one Daniel Fenton. 715xx. The exact date of when him and Danny had started dating, and the emergency code that meant someone had found out about him being phantom, and he needed and immediate evac. Dash grabbed his phone and keys and ran out of class, Mr.Lancer and his friends yelling at him to come back, but they didn’t know what was going on, they didn’t understand.

Dash runs into Danny’s house and sees a glowing green strain of blood streaked down the hallway towards the basement. Dash runs over and throws the door open, practically jumping down the stairs with a yell of his boyfriends name on his mouth when he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was Phantom, leaned against a wall with glazed eyes, a large Y scar carved in his chest- but no other Fenton anywhere to be found.

Dash raced over and kneeled down, placing kisses all over his boyfriends face, telling him everything will be okay, he’s got you Danny, you’re safe now. Dash hastily wiped away his tears and shakily grabbed the needle with glowing green thread and sloppily sewing up Danny with one hand, the other tucking Danny’s head to his shoulder, not caring about the dead silent crying, though dash’s wasn’t nearly as silent. Dash finished and tried to ask about the Other Fentons- if they did this to him- but all Danny could do was shake his head no. Danny used the smeared blood on his fingers to write out “G i W” on the floor. Dash quietly asked if his boyfriends parents were working with them. A head shake… if, if his parents were trapped too? A slow nod.

Okay, okay dash can work with this. He’s worked with worse, like when he bruised his rib during the playoffs and still played anyways because he needed that scholarship. He can do this. Dash took a deep breath and slid his hands under Danny’s legs and his back, tucking his head to his chest again and letting Danny listen to his heart.. He used the emergency lockdown code Danny gave him for the portal and ran back up the stairs, sliding his now unconscious boyfriend into the passenger seat and sitting in the driver side. He took a deep breath and started the car. The one place he knows he can hide from with practiced ease, with absolute confidence of safety and security, his aunt Harley’s down in Gotham.