#harley's so smug i love it

[starscelly]

tharls (and miro!) after his two goals (:

cgy@dal 12.08.24

[sheep-from-rad]

How would the batfamily react if they found out that the singer/influencer reader was dating one of the villains?, imagine the reader has friends with benefits from the villains

(What kind of jokes do you like?)

Batman is so scary, even bullets are afraid to hit him. That's why they aimed for his parents. (sorry)

anon 🦌

Note: 🦌anon please send more jokes. After the Solmare announcement regarding the Obey me series, I am one push away from drinking every wine in my fridge.I’m gonna need more jokes (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) I don't give permission to have my fics posted to other sites, copied, or fed to AI. Thank you.

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You heard that? That’s the collective sign of every Batfamily member sighing in disappointment and collective glare towards Bruce. Like father like child, of all genes to be inherit you inherited his taste (ಠ_ಠ). Getting entangled with a villain is not something new in the Batfamily because they are either related to one (Cassandra, Stephanie, Damian) or romantically involved with one (Bruce with Talia, Poison Ivy, Catwoman and sometimes Harley. Dick with Catwoman II. And Jason with… you know what let’s not talk about Talia and Jason. That one is weird on all levels). 

If you’re romantically involved with someone who does not know Batman’s real identity then it’s not much of a problem. The family is just going to visit said enemy and scar them for the rest of their mortal life. It will be so bad they will just quit being a villain and leave Gotham all together. If you’re romantically involved with someone who knows Batman’s real identity, then it will be a chaotic event. Bruce is already fighting villains and now he’s fighting his blood pressure too. 

Riddler would be so smug about it. He would rub it in every Batfamily member’s face and would constantly drop your name in fights like ‘How would they react if you hurt me?’ or ‘Oh they will be mad if I come back bruised!’. Riddler would be so insufferable like the madman he is. If you’re dating Harvey Dent, you’re technically dating two persons (in most media depictions, Harvey is the same age as Bruce so let’s go with that one). His incorruptible part is basically filling every space that Bruce neglected to fill. He’ll teach you about legals and laws, tell you stories about their days and he protects you from those who dare to come close. His corrupted part, Two face, is kind of mean. He will never miss the chance to remind you of the potential parental issues you have. 

Headcanon that Harley will make it her mini mission to keep you away from Joker because let’s face it, Joker will not love you. He will only use you and break you like how he did to Harley. 

Honestly, it doesn’t matter if the relationship you have is good or bad. To the family it’s a parasite that needs to be terminated immediately before it grows. You’re grounded. You’re not allowed to go out alone. If you don’t live in the estate anymore, you will just randomly find your apartment sold to someone else and you’ll be taken back to the estate. No metahumans in Gotham rule but Damian already has the permission from Bruce to have the Titans stay for a while as reinforcements. Even Jason is patrolling more and everyday now he will make a report to the estate. 

During those days they were full on babying you to the point of infantilization. They’ll give you ‘the talk’ especially if you’re in a friends with benefits relationship with a villain and sometimes they’ll go so far into showing you every other person they had been with. They are not above poisoning the relationship too. They’ll show you expertly doctored photos showing their ‘infidelity’. Guilt trip you into reading old cases and gaslight you. You’re not in love with them, you were just manipulated into thinking that you are. 

But of course, what is a Wayne if not stubborn? Month of being grounded and being in heavy watch and you’re done. You already have their shifts memorized down to who checks on you at night. After hours once you’re certain that everyone is now asleep or busy on their patrols (or finished checking your room), you start acting out the plan of running away. You passed each security detail without triggering them, passed every room without alerting anyone, and passed Titus without waking him up. However before you can even reached the doorknob, you heard Dick and Jason behind you:

“Looks like someone took lessons from Catwoman” 

“You know we saw your lover today. We were going to let them go but I guess no one’s picking you up anymore” 

The next time you wake up, you are greeted by the fresh warm breeze and the sound of water hitting the shore. As you descended down the stairs, news about a villain going missing was on the headlines along with the date on the screen saying ‘Thursday’. It has been three days since you got caught by Jason and Dick and Tim just entered the door carrying take outs from Mad Yak cafe. You’re in Happy Harbor, far away from Gotham and your lover is missing. Was the no kill rule violated? You can only pray it’s not.

[burgerrat]

Harley Sawyer x Reader

NOTE: reader is gender-neutral. Scenarios are often sporiadic.

( Because there's little to none and it upsets me greatly how out of character people write him as or label him as yandere, in the few writings there are about him. So I'm going to try my hardest to keep him strictly canon. )

Pre-Experiment 1354.

At first he might come across as grouchy, irritable even.

Then, there is interest. Genuine interest. He wants to study you, see what makes you tick.

Realistically, Harley seems to be quite literally incapable of caring about anyone that isn't himself in a normal way most would expect. His form of feeling 'love', in his mind, is really just a sugarcoated form of saying "I need you alive, you are useful and resourceful to keep."

He does not feel love in the traditional way, that doesn't mean he doesn't care for you. He just does not feel.

His way of showing love is through acts of service, verbal affirmations and gift-giving. He keeps a list of what you like, your interests, and important dates.

Complimenting him or any sort of praise instantly sends dopamine in his brain. Inflating his ego. Automatically in his best mood.

And boy is he smug. He doesn't even attempt to hide it.

He'll keep a facade, perhaps not even tell you about the kind of 'workplace' he's part of at Playtime Co., he needs you to trust him, and you can trust him! He needs you.

Although he uses emotional manipulation, it is not done with malicious intent. He seeks to build a meaningful relation with this person that he wants by his side.

You can sometimes tell he's very... robotic with his behaviour, his gentle voice can only make his charm go so far.

But god does he try, he doesn't even get mad and threaten you for forgetting to take out the sweet pickles in his sandwich! Instead politely reminding you that he dislikes them😁

His perception of having a partner is a very alien concept to him. It feels like focusing on his work for another Bigger Bodies Iniciative experiment, there's that same passion behind to get to know you. He carefully constructs a face to seem normal for you, and studies your behaviour in the back of his mind. Observes you, takes note of what you tell him, etc.

He acts like he's studying a future guinea pig for Playtime Co., honestly. Yet the thought of using you never even crossed his mind.

Physical contact is another thing that feels alien to him, you can feel him stiffen when you hug him, he remains frozen for a few seconds before reciprocating. You can get a small glimpse of his almost-robotic attempt to recreate genuine human emotion. He'd start sputtering incoherently when you'd suddenly give him a peck on the lips.

"No, don't worry, you don't need to ask for my consent, I allow it, you and only you are allowed. I was simply unprepared."

You of course get concerned everytime he freezes or doesn't respond right away, thinking you've crossed boundaries since he noticeably grows tense. But he's always reassured you that he does not mind, he merely gets surprised.

The one time you've managed to aggravate him is by being so insistent on making sure he was consenting because of his initial reactions. He wouldn't audibly admit "Yes I like you holding my hand, hugging me, kissing me." But he WILL angrily tell you something along the lines of "I do cherish your displays of affection. Believe me, you will know if something upsets me."

It's a half-joke half-genuine warning. He's aware of his inability to get along with most people because of his anger.

With you... he's making an attempt to be less volatile. Even at work his shift in behaviour is noticeable when he thinks of you.

He genuinely struggles to grasp the concept of why he'd allow himself to have a loved one at all, having internal fights with himself about the 'pointlessness' of it, realizing the hypocricy of it given his disgust at others for feeling sympathy for his experiments.

He eventually comes to terms that he is allowed to have a loved one because he deserves to be appreciated for his work and how hard it is to share his workspace with people who are objectively inferior and incompetent.

He makes sure to keep this relationship secretive as humanly possible. The last thing he needs is for Leith or anyone at Playtime Co. to discover he has a weakness. He has a loved one too.

Although he doesn't show it, and you need constant reminders from him, that he does enjoy physical contact, he's just kind of like a ragdoll. He allows it but doesn't often reciprocate, and when he tries to- it's often awkward and very automatic like he's trying to copy what you're doing, he prefers to recieve contact rather than giving it. Again, it's another thing that fuels his ego.

He doesn't understand you fully, your compassion, your display of emotion, your sympathy.

And it's what draws him further in, mixed with disgust at how 'lovable' you are. It makes him question himself (not in a moral/self-reflection way, oh no no no, more of a 'why do I like this? This is counterproductive for my work. But I like it.' way) and it makes him question human nature, what it is that draws us to seek closure in such a way towards one another.

He might get vocal about that. And you're going to end up getting a semi-pessimistic philosophy lesson, all because you wanted to cuddle.

Post-Experiment 1354.

Remember his ragdoll-non reciprocative behaviour when you'd initiate physical contact? Suddenly he regrets not having indulged you more often, or asked for more.

Probably laughs at himself over the irony of how he didn't value simple things he had daily access to, and now that has been taken away, and he resents that.

Should you be able to find him in this state, in however way you managed to dig so deep into the foundation to find him, and should you be able to still see him with the same eyes you did before even in the state he's in, discovering what he'd done. Well, you'll make his (metaphorical) jaw drop.

After the shock, there is an uncharacteristic fear. Because of the Prototype, it must know you are here just as well as he does, but it does not know your connection to him, and he must keep it that way.

You refuse to go? He'll go on a long-winded monologue about himself (of course), how stupid one must be to refuse to run away from danger, proudly boasts about his work, it's purpose, long story-short: he fully tears off the mask. Because what he wants is to get you out. He doesn't want you to leave him, but you are useless to him if you are dead.

You want to stay? Even after all of this? With the state that he's in? Being only a brain, lungs and liver inside Vital System Center machines?

He laughs. Starts genuinely pondering your sanity, and survival instincts.

As you approach the large machinery containing his mind, visible through the glass, his laughs grow silent. Waiting.

"Do you think yourself a hero? Coming to rescue the beast?" He'd condescendingly ask you to break the silence, dead-serious and mildly irritated that you'd be that stupid to risk your own survival for him.

"I don't. You deserved it."

Silence. Then, laughter booming through the lab.

"My, my! And here I thought you were always such an understanding golden heart. What happened to the old Y/N?"

You two argue. He's very mad at you for being so stubborn on staying with him even though now you know in full detail of just how evil he is. As if your relationship with him can ever go back to normal like before.

You are within his grasp, in his lab, deep down an abandoned toy factory. He could turn you into his next, newest experiment, he could feed you to Yarnaby, he could dissect you and keep you alive just like himself.

Yet he doesn't.

Something in his evil, metaphorical heart stirs.

You, the only person that he could tolerate. Could get along with. That he felt... something for. Something worth keeping.

"I've missed you."

Make no mistake, he says that with absolute seething spite. He hates the sentence he just uttered from the speakers.

But alas, it is a bitter truth.

Silence

...

He can't feel per-say your arms wrap awkwardly around the giant machinery containing his mind, but he sees it through his cameras, ever so-intently observing you; he heard it, as your clothes' fabric brushed and pressed against the metal.

Another incredulous laughter rasped from the speakers.

Though he can't feel it, it... warms him, in a way, that you still somehow find it possible to 'love', to care.

"I wonder... perhaps, somewhere deep down, we share a kinship of depravity? Or maybe you're just blindly loyal as my dear Yarnaby?" He'd playfully mock.

One thing is for certain though: you intrigue him. He doesn't understand you, your affections towards him, and it makes him want to keep studying you.

His mechanical vessels are a bit trickier to 'cuddle' with, if at all. You're welcome to try, Harley won't stop you, just be careful not to open a wound that'll require stitches.

He does appreciate the effort. And this time, unlike when he was human, he initiates contact first.

His hand reaches for yours, guides you to touch his screen. Although he can't feel it, he tries recreating the sensation in his mind.

You hear him sigh often when he feels content. And/or hum.

He might grumble incoherently in the typical old man fashion and try to pick at you in his typical, eloquent way of speaking, if you try to point out his hypocrisy towards his carelessness for others having loved ones.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

The fact you currently write for Dave and tangerine is SENDING me I need Tan sm. Anyway here's some food for thought:

Being in an LDR with Dave. Todd and Marty are convinced he's being catfished until you randomly decided to visit his town for a suprise. And you see him in the booth window of Atomic Comics so you go in. And chaos. :3

yes!!! i love aaron <33 if you have anymore requests for him send my way !!!! <3333 w; none! college!dave & just fluff and todd and marty being silly. this does have she/her uses - my apologies! plus lower case intended!

“and who are you talkin’ to?” todd reaches for dave’s phone but his hands are quicker, quickly pulling away. both todd and marty’s eyebrows lift with a shared glance.

“no one.” dave dismisses, shoving his phone into his pocket before grabbing his pen once again, going back to his assignment that he needed done before comic-con.

“sure seems like no one,” todd scoffs, leaning back and grabbing the foam ball from his nightstand, tossing it into the air, catching it as it falls down.

“oh, wait,” marty snickers. “his girlfriend, right?” todd lets out a loud laugh, tossing the foam ball up in the air again.

“what’s so shocking about me getting someone?”

“because i haven’t found anyone yet,” todd chimes up from the bed. dave rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “you haven’t even told us her name? let me guess - barbara?” dave pinches his brows together and stops his writing.

“or harley? kate?”

“okay, your just naming off batman women,” he tosses his pen down and turns towards todd who has a smug look on his face. he grabs a pen and tosses it at his cheek.

todd lets out a huff when the foam ball drops against his forehead, giving dave a look.

“she’s real.”

“i’ll believe it when i see her.” marty speaks up.

“leave and let me finish this.” he motions towards his paper.

“you forget that we’re dorm mates.” todd stands despite wanting too, grabbing his bag from the floor.

“sadly.” dave mutters.

-

two weeks and there’s still nothing knew with todd and marty bothering dave about his ‘girl’ - as if.

dave was picking through the comics, chewing the inside of his cheek as his head tilts.

“i have that one,” marty mentions in passing as he slips out a joker comic. “you can borrow it if you—” he pauses when he tilts his head, watching as someone steps up behind dave.

dave peeks up, brows lifting slightly at the look at not only marty’s face, but todd’s. “what? you both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there’s, like, someone really…really pretty behind you,” todd points. “and i’m not for sure why she’s smiling like—”

dave turns and his eyes widen. “no way?”

you laugh softly, holding your hands out to your sides slightly. “surprise?” his arms are quick to pull you into a tight hug, nose pressing into your hair as he presses a kiss to your forehead. you laugh and wrap your own arms around him.

“i decided to stay two weeks instead of just one.” you pull back, thumb brushing over the faded bruise on his cheekbone with a frown.

“i’m so lucky, huh?” he grins and presses his lips to yours before pulling away too quickly for your liking. his arm drops over your shoulder as he turns to look at marty and todd - a smug look on his face now.

“your name wouldn’t happen to be barbara? would it?” marty asks.

“or kate?” todd asks.

your head tilts slightly and a small, yet, confused smile pulls at your lips. “no,” you introduce yourself. “dave and i have been dating for five months now.”

“oh.” they both say in unison, sharing a look with one another.

“mhm,” dave says. “now. if you’ll excuse us…” he grins and pulls you with him. the bell dings and they watch as you both disappear down the sidewalk.

“told you she was real.” marty says. todd smacks his arm, walking away from him.

[sunflower1experiment]

Confident (Risk AU)

Basically an au of what if Harley listened to reader before they got together and the orphans helped create toys with their creative minds. Meanwhile he was giving out offers for folks who were sick/dying or simply using other means of science to create them. (Cuz real talk he could’ve used blood cells or did what the scientists did to him )

“Harley come’ere”

Harley walks in with some hot tea, noting the record player on the table. “Oh dear, what are you planning?”

“Nothing.” You say while casually taking one with an acute sip, settling the cup down the record starts playing Ocean Alley’s album, the main song of choice. ‘Confidence’ but more sped up, you did like to listen to new generations of music anyway, Harley watches it play while you both sit across from one another. His house shoes, your sandals hanging off the feet for dear life.

“So Head scientist, how is it?”

As he eats his food the man just rolls his eyes, playfully being vague, “Hmm Let me see….”

“Sawyer stop that.” You gently pat his arm with a teasing grin, “My sweetheart is a genius and he’s being vague. Oh dear that means something happened?”

“Indeed, a gentleman offered to be head chief of the prison. He offered to be a bigger body, and then Boxy Boo was made…now anytime someone tries to break in, well…” His eyes meet your curious orbs of life, “Lets just say no one would really miss them.”

“Ohhh..Boxy Boo…you name him?”

“Of course I did.” He stops talking when the record plays the chorus, so Harley gets up knowing you’d want to dance and offers his hand. You graciously take it then smile when your partner pulls you by the waist, slowly he moves back, then forward before he sways with your body. Your heads turning away from each other as your feet step to the side then he moves forward, you move back.

A careful, gracious twirl between you both before he dips your body, you hold his face then pull back. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Of course, my partner works with me in playtime; we had a successful project completed and Leith successfully sold the toys from the critter project.” Nodding you start to grin slyly.

“You danced with me willingly, usually I have to pry you off the damn seat.” You let out a cheeky chuckle, Harley just walks away now ignoring your words while you begin gushing after him. “Sawyer!” You drawl his name then kiss his cheek, “Give your fiancé a kissy kiss.”

The male grunts, and then chuckles when you lay on his chest.

“Alright alright, whats got you so giddy?” He hums with a chuckle as you nuzzle his cheek then place one kiss on his head. “I know you don’t like physical affection too much. But!”

Sawyer watches you grab a box filled with two nice looking engagement rings, not too big, not too small but perfectly fine sized and it had a nice cool feeling. The doctor was shocked, who knew it’d be you taking the initiative, thats what he loves about you. Always making the first move, confident and usually willing to help him when needed. He always rarely asks for help, that big ego of his is so humbling now that he has a confident partner who lacks insecurity.

He remembers last time he was working and someone asked you about his loyalty towards you and his job. You simply laugh and gave a smug remark, “The day I compete with Harley’s job is the day I lose the intelligence of my frontal lobe. One that some lack in style.”

Goodness he was in love with you, and that sometimes annoys him since he wasn’t one for it. The lack of empathy was one thing that sort of made you both drift occasionally, when he was upset his apathetic side would collide with him and you’d be stuck with a rash doctor. So you had him sit down with you to listen to some white noise. Surely that would make things a little better for him?

It did work to a degree, but there’s a point in time where Harley literally had to sleep on the couch for yelling at you. Yet he still found a nice plate of eggs, bacon with toasted bread and cheese before him. His tastes were odd to you, but he still got the meal he desires.

Now you’re both engaged, hugging each other while not saying anything. No empty promises or vague statements, you both disliked them. Action always speaks louder than words in his eyes, as they did yours.

“…..Does this mean I should take a break from work?”

“Harley sweetie, that is your choice. But yes you will when it involves your health and mental state. I won’t have another sweet pickle incident….” He grumbles at your remark about the pickles, saying they were quote ‘Nasty as hell’

By the stars you loved this fool.

[oakley-dokly]

So uh... I've been thinking about homestuck. And it's characters in general. And trolls in general. And I thought "who had it the worst?" And it's obviously karkat and Feferi.

I think of them because if sgrub or sburb never happened, they both would've died when they became adults. Karkat is a mutant blood, a troll who wouldn't make it far, and I feel he can't hide from troll kind for forever.

Feferi, she's a fuchsia blood, meaning she has to do a death battle with the condesce, aka the fish Hitler who has always won every fight before Feferi. The odds of winning that fight are very low.

So wow, we have two very sad rare blooded trolls who will die when they are eventually adults. And I thought, "How could I fix this?"

And I give my idea of an au, which i think is totally original, but if it isn't, well great minds think alike.

(No clue what to call the au)

Basically I imagined taking karkat and Feferi to earth to live. But where and who to live with?

First karkat

That's right, karkat Egbert is real. I do this because I feel it wouldn't change karkat much, but also dad ebert would love his alien child, along with John. And John? John would love a brother, no matter the species.

Now Feferi....

Feferi Harley! Not much of a surprise, really. If John gets a brother, Jade gets a sister, right? I think this could work only if Grandpa Harley would be like, "Oh cool, and alien grub with my baby. Well, it's as docile as a fossil, so why not adopt it? Worst case scenario, i get a cool thing to taxidermy."

I feel like jade and Feferi could frolic freely and happily in the fields of their island, watched over by bec.

But hey, why stop here? Why not a troll sibling for every beta child?...

Rose lalonde gets!...

Nepeta lalonde! I did this because... well, they are a cat family, the lalondes. Don't tell me that roses mother would look at a cat like grub looking thing and say "ha lol that baby has a grubby cat near it. Lol their both mine now."

I also added nepeta to the lalondes because... in pesterquest, it's said her hive burnt down, and now lives in a cave, that's a sad enough reason to put her in care of the lalondes.

But then there's Dave! Who could match his skills, and keep of with bro? Who would be chill enough to grow up in Texas with an insane man and a puppet? Who is has terrible parents and is strong?

VRISKA STRIDER!

Honestly I think it could work. Dave is a cool dude, enough to be chill with vriska at times, but has enough spine to tell her off and keep her in line, both are strong enough to fend off bro, or at least not be utterly killed by him.

Plus if bro saw vriska, he'd be like "ah shit, that fucking grub thing is next to my bro... eh it seems chill, and like a winner. Dave bro could learn a slight thing from it, but the grubs to smug. Better teach it as well."

I chose vriska because her mom sucks, that spider can burn in hell. So I traded it for an insane man in Texas!

I think it did swell with this idea, ans i had to get utterly down because I thought it was fun.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Leap of Faith

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You use Halloween as an excuse to tell Spencer how you feel.

Square Filled: costume party (2022) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You tighten your pigtails so that they sit high on your head. You turn to look at how good your ass looks in the short shorts you bought on Amazon. The fishnet stockings are itchy on your skin but you’re going to be too drunk to care in about an hour. Usually, you make sure your makeup is perfect before leaving the house but this time, you make sure it’s messy and smudges at the corners of your lips.

You’ve been invited to a Halloween party at Rossi’s place where everyone else is going to be. Your costume is a sexy Harley Quinn. She is one of your favorite superheroes and Margot Robbie does an amazing job at playing her. It’s cliche and cheesy to add “sexy” in front of a costume but this time, you wanted it to be like that. You have someone to impress and it’s not gonna happen if your costume isn’t sexy.

You even dyed your hair blonde so you can dye the ends pink and blue. It’s a decision you made knowing you were gonna love it even after Halloween was over. Your shirt says “Daddy’s Lil Monster” which ends right below your breasts. If you raise your arms, you’ll definitely show some underboob. Your entire midsection is showing since your shorts hang low on your hips. You don’t care who sees you like this since you’re pretty confident in your own skin whether you’re one hundred pounds or three hundred.

You blow yourself a kiss and leave the bedroom, making sure to grab your metal bat on the way to the living room where your best friend is. JJ and Will decided to dress up as Barbie and Ken from the new Barbie movie. You haven’t seen it yet but you know the scene where Barbie and Ken are rollerblading through the town in bright neon outfits.

“Ready?”

Will and JJ turn you when they hear you come in. Will immediately looks away from you while JJ whistles.

“Spencer is going to go feral when he sees you.”

“You think?” you grin.

“For sure.”

“I call shotgun!” you shout as you run toward the car.

“No, you had it last time!” Will runs after you.

JJ smiles at the dynamic between you and her husband. You two became fast friends which makes her happy. You’re her best friend and he’s her husband. It all works out in the end. She walks to the car to see you in the front seat with a smug smile while Will is pouting playfully in the back. The drive to Rossi’s house isn’t long since she lives close to him, and when you get there, you see Derek’s car. If he’s here, that means Spencer is. They do everything together. The only car you don’t see here is Hotch’s. It’s normal for him to be fashionably late for these kinds of events.

Penelope and Spencer must have volunteered to decorate Rossi’s place because this looks amazing. Rossi is not the one to go out and decorate to this degree. You three walk up to the door and knock, and Rossi opens it slowly. He’s a modern Dracula without the fangs. He hates the feeling of things on his teeth. The years he wore braces were the worst.

“Welcome. Nice costumes.”

You step inside and see Derek texting someone by the front door. He’s dressed as a cop because he waited until the last minute to put something together. He still had his old uniform from when he was a beat cop and decided to use that. When he hears people enter, he puts the phone away to mingle. He whistles when he sees you, and he brings you in for a friendly hug.

“Damn, Y/N. Who are you trying to impress?”

“You know who. Where is he?”

“In the kitchen. He booked it in there as soon as he heard there were cupcakes.”

You pat his shoulder as you walk away from them, dragging your bat behind you. Spencer is by the kitchen island eating a cupcake when you enter. Halloween is his favorite holiday because he loves decorating and dressing up. He’s dressed in a puffy white clown costume. His face is painted ghostly white to match the color of the costume with dramatic eyebrows drawn on and a painted red smile. Even he can make something so creepy look cute.

“You gonna save some for the rest of us?” you ask. Spencer looks up and starts choking as soon as he sees you in your costume. He grabs a water bottle and chugs half of it to get the food out of his throat. Once he’s calmed down, he rakes his eyes down your entire costume. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

“Wow, you look great,” he stutters.

“Thank you. I love your costume.”

“I made this,” he smiles proudly.

“I know. This is all you’ve been talking about for the past couple of weeks.” Spencer grabs another cupcake and tears off the paper before taking a bite. Some of the frosting gets on his upper lip which he licks away, but there is still some left behind. This is it. This is your chance. You walk up to him and reach up to his face. “You got a little something.” You wipe his top lip with your thumb and place the pad of your thumb in your mouth. “Delicious.”

Spencer is staring at your mouth and thinking he’d love it if your lips were on his instead. You can see the lust in his eyes so you take the leap of faith.

“You got some more. Come here.”

You pull Spencer close and kiss him to take the frosting off that isn’t there. Spencer grips your hips and pulls you closer as he kisses you back.

“Wait,” you pull away from him, “is this okay?”

“More than.”

You two meet halfway and kiss some more, not caring if you have an audience by the entrance into the kitchen.

“She made the first move. All of you owe me ten bucks,” JJ grins.

x

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[dol-dolly]

I’m bored at work and have brainrot so here are my opinions about NPC genders even though nobody asked:

Alex the Farmer

No real preference, although there’s something cool about a young female farmer beating the toxic masculinity of Remy and the town and becoming successful. Plus country girls being dominant are my bread and butter Fried Green Tomatoes babyyyy

Avery the Businessperson

I think they’re hot no matter their gender, although female Avery definitely has fantastic MILF tits. Mommy/Daddy dom(me) feels. Male Avery after the ritual party scene scares me more somehow.

Bailey the Caretaker

Another I could go either way on, but if they have a cock it’s huge. The reluctant exhausted single-dad flavour to Bailey (you have to squint. or close your eyes. it’s mostly just in that he protects younger orphans) is more appealing to me sometimes.

Briar the Brothel Owner

So fucking hot as a woman idk why. Especially a younger woman. She’s more smug somehow. Inspiring. How did she carve her way to the top? I like to imagine that she’s never been a “performer” she was just cutthroat and ruthless until she gained control of the place. (It’s hard to imagine she opened the first brothel in the place).

Eden the Hunter

I have only experienced Eden as a man and the breeding kink + forced trad wife vibes are so sweet I’m tempted to make him a man only every time. But Eden as a woman would also be lovely. My gf suggested I should make her a trans woman so I can project our relationship onto them annnnd that is very tempting. 🙈🥰

Harper the Doctor

Middle aged man. He’s too awkward about getting caught kissing to be the confident crazy woman doctor that a female Harper is to me (Harley Quinn vibes). He’s NOT 25 he’s too damn sleazy.

Jordan the Pious

I’m a fan either way, but men with long hair get to me. I love how their gender, Sirrus’, and Sydney’s all change the dynamics when you consider them together.

Kylar the Loner

I like them either way but something about girl Kylar telling me she’s going to make me a Mummy while she rides my face and we hold hands!!!! has made me cum several times. 🙈🙈🙈

Leighton the Headmaster

Leighton’s particular brand of predatory sleaze screams Man to me. Also he’s described similarly to Elias Bouchard in TMA to whom I would sell my soul so he’s a man and I want to fuck him terribly. But also he has a small dick and he’s insecure about it.

Morgan the Sewer-Dweller

A woman because you’re her child and nursing is so poignant here 🤤

Nikki the Photographer

I saw someone draw her as a woman and it stuck she is a mysterious emotionless woman and she fucks. Or he’s a he/him lesbian.

Quinn the Mayor

Quinn is genderfluid they just are. Could be a political thing lol. They’re whatever fits the most lucratively.

Remy the Rancher

Remy is a man with a thick, perfect cock and I am in love with him. I have nothing else to say.

Robin the Orphan

Male Robin is annoying and needy and I ask him for money whenever I can. What do you mean me winning a video game affects your self worth? Give me a break.

Female Robin is my kid sister in a hot way and I love her and I’ve made her a hundred flower crowns. She is the most fun to tease at school. Telling people you’re dating before you are makes her so flustered. She has the smallest cutest tits. I want to eat her up.

Sirrus the Science Teacher

Same as Jordan about dynamics with Sydney. Either gender is hot in a similar way though.

Sydney the Faithful/Fallen

I love love love any option they’re adorable and one of my favorites (especially Fallen). My current game gave Sydney a HUGE dick which seems fitting and he is very fucking smug about it once corrupted.

Whitney the Bully

I don’t have a preference in game, however, the randomized settings made him a trans man with a giant red strap and now that’s what he is in my head forever.

The Ivory Wraith

Impossible ethereal genderless

Great Hawk the Terror

They’re honestly one of my favorite characters. I don’t have a preference for gender but I do prefer them to be a Harpy rather than just an eagle.

Black Wolf the Alpha

No preferences but in a hot way because I like all the combinations

Doreen, Winter, Sam, River, Landry, Mason, Gwylan, Zephyr

No preferences but in an idc way.

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what’s your favorite version of the riddler?

I have been thinking about this cause I made my friend read Zero Year and then was like damn what’s my ranking of them ??

Batman Zero Year was the first like full big comic I read so that version of the Riddler is probably my favorite? I like his outfit and design a lot. His personality/story is also really good as he’s very much still theatrical and silly while not being too over the top, so he can still make an intimidating villain.

On a side note my Batman obsession began upon one fateful viewing of Batman Forever, and while I can’t tell you that Jim Carrey’s depiction of the riddler is “good” I do think he’s very silly and feel fondly for him. Going farther back I decided the riddler was my favorite Batman villain upon watching Gotham, and I’d say Cory Michael Smith’s is maybe my favorite live action? He is also in a nice middle spot, not too over the top but he definitely still has his fun and can be generally silly. The Batman (2022) was not for me personally, though I do appreciate Paul Dano’s version and he was certainly my favorite part of that movie. Frank Gorshin is lovely and a really great live action version of the silly golden age comics, though I need to watch more of that show to really evaluate him (I have watched the first two episodes, which both feature him)

Thank you for reading my long ass rant sometimes a girl has to be insane about some guy. Thank you for the ask <3333

(More rant under the cut)

^ love of my life right here

Random side notes: I love the Batman the animated series version, I’ve seen all his episodes and appreciate them but he does not have enough screen time for him to be my true favorite. The version in the animated Harley Quinn is fun, I don’t like that he’s bald (mean, I know) but I’m so glad he’s canonically queer. Also the Killing Time version is a favorite, once again it feels like a smaller one-off appearance so I feel like he can’t be my favorite (also cause people don’t like Tom King ?) but he feels very Zero Year to me so I didn’t mention him earlier, I enjoy his design a LOT and love his smugness <3

Okay I’m coming back to edit this to say I forgot to mention the golden age of comics version (like classic riddler) he is also very silly but those comics are also very much written for kids so all of them I have ever read I feel like I am being beaten over the head with theming and over-explanation (the two face theming is particularly brutal) but I just wanted to mention him :]

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If we had to annoy Harley Sawyer during late night work hours, we gotta annoy Dave Miller 🙏

I don't make the rules😔 Just enforce them 🫡

(pls pls pls give me more Dave content 🙏)

Once William (Dave) is comfortable enough around you to stop treating you like a mere nuisance, you gain the ultimate privilege—annoying the hell out of him just for fun. And if you’re just as cunning as him? Oh, it’s a battle of wits and petty vengeance. Here’s how you can drive him up the wall once he actually tolerates your presence:

1. Beat Him at His Own Game

William loves toying with people—subtle manipulation, clever wordplay, setting people up just to watch them react. But what if you do it back to him?

If he tries to trap you in a rhetorical trick, flip it on him.

If he leaves out crucial details in a story to mislead you, act like you believed him—then hit him with the real answer right as he starts feeling smug.

If he uses sarcasm to mock you, agree with him so sincerely it ruins the fun.

William: "Oh, brilliant, of course, let’s just waltz right into the most obvious danger like complete morons."

You: "You’re right! Let’s go first thing in the morning."

William: (...He hates that he has to clarify he wasn’t being serious.)

2. Ruin His Reputation as an Enigma

William thrives on being unreadable. He wants people to be unsure whether he’s amused or irritated, whether he’s lying or telling the truth. He enjoys keeping people on edge. You can take that away from him.

Make his reactions predictable.

Before he can say anything, say exactly what you know he was about to say, in his own tone of voice.

Pretend you can read his mind: "Oh, let me guess, you’re going to say ‘I told you so’ in about five seconds? Go on. I’ll wait."

Call him out whenever he’s obviously trying to be cryptic for no reason: "Just say what you mean, drama queen."

Make it public.

If he’s acting too cool and untouchable at work, loudly announce how he whines about small inconveniences in private.

If he tells you to keep a secret, dramatically whisper about it to him in front of others, making it look like you’re gossiping (even if you’re just whispering nonsense).

3. Mock His Fake American Accent (If He Uses One)

If he’s using a bad American accent to blend in as Dave Miller, this is your golden ticket.

Mimic his accent—but make it sound terrible on purpose.

Bonus points if you mix it with a Southern drawl just to mess with him.

Occasionally remind him that he sounds like a British guy trying too hard (even if he’s actually good at it).

"What’s wrong, ‘Dave’? Having a bit of a crisis with yer vowels?"

Call him out when he slips into his real accent.

"Oi, bruv, that didn't sound very Dave Miller of you."

He will try to deny it.

4. Be Too Casual with Him in Public

William likes maintaining a healthy level of intimidation. He prefers being seen as unpredictable and sharp, not as someone who can be casually teased. So, if you treat him too casually, he’ll hate it.

Pat him on the back like he’s just ‘one of the guys.’

Especially in front of people he’s trying to keep at arm’s length.

If he’s hunched over doing something serious, just ruffle his hair slightly.

Call him ridiculous nicknames.

Nothing cute—just dumb ones. "Big Willie," "Boss Man," "Billy Boy," or something weird like "Scary Grandpa."

If he reacts at all, you’ve already won.

5. Be Unshakable When He Tries to Get Under Your Skin

William lives for getting reactions out of people. If he insults you, mocks you, or tries to mess with you, he expects some kind of response.

Act like you misheard him.

"Sorry, what was that? Something about how I’m your absolute favorite?"

Casually agree with his insults.

"Yeah, I am a pain in the ass, thanks for noticing."

Watch as he pauses because now he doesn’t know where to take the conversation.

6. Make Him Realize You’ve Become His Problem Now

If he’s actually let you into his life, even begrudgingly, then he’s made a mistake. Now, you’re his responsibility, and that’s hilarious.

If something goes wrong at work, look at him expectantly like "Well? Fix it."

If someone’s being annoying, push the problem onto him like "Oh, ‘Dave’ loves handling this stuff. Right, boss?"

If he’s trying to be cold and distant, just remind him that he’s stuck with you.

"Face it, we’re a package deal now."

"Sorry, but you’re never getting rid of me."

Watch as his eye twitches. He knows you’re right.

7. Make Up Fake "William Lore" and Spread It Around

William/Dave hates when people act like they know him better than they do. So why not invent completely fake facts about him and say them with full confidence?

Tell new employees that "Dave used to be a magician but got banned for scaring the audience."

Randomly claim he has a deep-seated fear of ducks. (Make sure this gets around.)

If he ever refuses to confirm or deny something, take that as solid proof it’s true.

"Oh, so you’re NOT allergic to tangerines? Weird, because you looked nervous around them last week."

He’ll be stuck trying to argue against something that never happened.

8. Purposely Mispronounce His Name in Stupid Ways

"Davey Millhouse."

"Billiam Softon."

"Willy Aft."

If he corrects you, act offended. "Wow, I thought we were friends, Davey."

9. Give Him "Advice" Like He’s a Struggling Old Man

Even though he acts superior, William is a bit of a disaster in day-to-day life. Capitalize on this.

If he sighs, pat his back and say "Getting old, huh?"

Offer him reading glasses (even if he doesn’t need them).

Tell him to drink more water. Like, constantly.

"Gotta take care of your kidneys, man."

Buy him vitamins and call them his ‘senior supplements.’

10. Set His Phone to Something Embarrassing

If you ever get the chance, change his phone ringtone to something ridiculous.

The Duck Song.

Something that sounds violently happy, like the Barney theme song.

If he tries to change it back, act deeply disappointed. "I thought it suited you."

11. “Accidentally” Call Him Out at Work Meetings

If he’s sitting quietly in a meeting, just stare at him with fake concern. When he notices, lean over and whisper "You okay? You’ve been really quiet today."

When he’s barely trying to behave, act like it’s a huge accomplishment. "Wow, Dave! You’re actually listening? Proud of you, buddy."

If he glares at you, just nod approvingly like he passed a test.

12. Subtly Move His Things Out of Reach

If he’s sitting down, push his coffee just slightly out of reach and watch him calculate whether it’s worth standing up.

If he’s using a clipboard or papers, rotate them by 10 degrees every time he looks away.

If he has a locker or desk, tape a sign to it that says "Senior Citizen Discount Available."

13. Pretend to “Diagnose” His Mood Like a Mechanic

Every time he shows the slightest emotion, comment on it like you’re diagnosing a machine.

"Hmm, the old crankshaft’s acting up today, huh?"

"Oh, there it is—the classic Dave Miller ‘I hate everything’ face. Been a while!"

"Careful, buddy. If you smile too hard, you might overheat."

14. Insist He Has a Catchphrase (Even Though He Doesn’t)

Whenever he says something remotely sarcastic, elbow someone next to you and say "Classic Dave! Always saying that!"

Convince people that his real catchphrase is something incredibly dumb like "Bingo, baby!"

If he tells you to shut up, just grin. "Aww, there it is again! Love that one."

15. Challenge Him to a Game He Doesn’t Know, Then Gloat About Winning

Pick the most obscure, stupid game possible. (Like a made-up card game only you know the rules to.)

Beat him mercilessly. Then act like it was an easy win.

If he gets frustrated, act sympathetic. "Aw, you’ll get better with practice, old man!"

16. Act Like You Can “Read” His Expressions Perfectly (Even When You’re Wrong)

William is hard to read on purpose. He likes keeping his face neutral. So naturally, you should pretend you can read him like an open book.

If he’s completely stone-faced, just nod wisely and say "Yeah, I know exactly what you’re thinking."

When he looks confused, wink like he’s trying to keep a secret. "Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me."

If he ever asks what you think he’s thinking, just sigh and say "You wouldn’t understand."

If you’re just as cunning as William, then annoying him becomes an art form. It’s not about frustrating him to the point of actual anger—it’s about messing with him in small, petty ways that he can’t call you out on without looking ridiculous.

At the end of the day, he’ll probably smirk through it, maybe even secretly enjoy the challenge. But that doesn't mean he won’t try to get revenge.

【 pro/com/dark ship & fic DNI】

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The Party Of A Lifetime

Summary- Feyd Rautha throws one of his many parties on Geidi Prime and invites literally everyone. Little did he know, he would meet the Harley Quinn, who was accompanied by the Joker. After the Joker does something and gets kicked out, what happens when Harley is left alone with Feyd?

Movies- Dune: Part Two/2016 Suicide Squad

Pairing- Feyd Rautha Harkonnen/Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn)

Warnings- Feyd Rautha and Harley Quinn, smut, Idk here, Feyd basically stealing Harley from Joker because he wants to and he can 😂

Feyd Rautha loved his parties on Geidi Prime. He lived for them, outside of his usual hobby of committing massacres and plotting on killing the Fremen. This particular day, Feyd had decided to invite everybody and anyone to this one party. He learned his lesson though.

One person made the mistake of trying to take over the “vibe” and make things in his words.. interesting. That was the Joker, who brought his partner Harley Quinn along. Harley was a vision for Feyd’s sore eyes, as for Joker, Feyd found his attempts to judge the vibe of his party, obnoxious and annoying, and a slight jab at his ego.

“Too much glitter and gold, not enough chaos and anarchy.” Said Joker, as he decided to prank the various guests in attendance with various pranks, much to Feyd’s dismay, Joker even stuffed balloons on the drink fridge, a very annoyed Feyd sent his guards to pop the balloons.

As Joker continued to laugh manically and prank the various guests, Feyd felt himself become impatient, and very annoyed, feeling a slight bruise to his ego by feeling so upstaged, by someone he found obnoxious and annoying.

Feyd nodded to his guards, his annoyance evident in his expression and his tone when he said, “Guards. I want the obnoxious clown out of my party. The energy is now ruined.” He said with a cold and annoyed tone, trying to make the most of his party.

“Yes my lord Na-Baron.” The guards said in unison.

The guards went to Joker, as he put up a fight and tried to cause more chaos, his maniacal laughter ringing in the background, as Joker continued to resist, Feyd held a cold and composed expression.

He looked down at the Joker with a look of smug satisfaction and said, “I've had enough of your disruptions, clown, This is my party, and I won't have you ruining it. Get out, or I'll make sure you regret it."

The Joker laughed maniacally as he struggled against the guards.

“Oh, come on, big shot! Can't handle a little chaos at your fancy shindig? Is your ego that fragile?" He said as he laughed manically, Feyd’s annoyance growing in that moment.

“If I had it my way, you’d be dead.” Feyd said coldly, trying to keep himself composed for the sake of his party, though he couldn’t resist the urge for bloodshed.

The Joker, still laughing, feigned defeat.

“Fine, fine. You guys win," he said, mocking surrender.

The guards then forced him out of the party. But the Joker wouldn't go quietly, trying to get in one last quip and even attempted to throw a punch at Feyd before being dragged out, without success.

Harley watched the exchange between Feyd and Joker. As the Joker got drug out, she gave a dramatic sigh and shook her head.

“Oh, Puddin, why do you always have to go and do somethin' stupid?" Harley said, her tone a mix of annoyance and resignation.

With the Joker out of his party, Feyd regained his composure and turned his attention back to Harley. He approached her, a sly grin on his face.

“Well, that was...eventful. But now it's just the two of us," he says, smoothly and cunningly.

 Harley looked up at Feyd, a mixture of suspicion and curiosity in her eyes.

“Just the two of us, huh? What makes you think I'm interested in hanging out with you now, after you just kicked out my Puddin?" She said, arching an eyebrow.

Feyd chuckled darkly and leaned closer to her, his voice low.

“Don't be like that, Harley. I simply wanted to keep the party free of distractions. But now that it's just us, we can truly enjoy each other's company, without the clown stealing all the attention."

Harley rolled her eyes, but can't deny a certain intrigue in Feyd's words.

“And what makes you think I want your company? Just cause my Puddin isn't here doesn't mean I'm gonna follow you around like a puppy," she retorts.

Feyd smirked, clearly amused by her feistiness.

“Oh? So you're saying you don't find me fascinating?" He leans in closer, studying her reactions.

“Don't you want to learn more about the man who throws the most extravagant parties in the galaxy? Or are you too busy daydreaming about that clown of yours?"

As he and Harley walked together, Feyd brags about his status.

"You know, Harley, I'm more than just a man with influence. I'm a Na-Baron on my home planet, Geidi Prime, and a proud member of House Harkonnen."

He looks at her with a smug smirk.

“I have power, wealth, and influence. And I can show you a life of luxury like you've never dreamed of...if you're willing to let go of that loser clown.”

Harley listens to Feyd's bragging with a skeptical expression on her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. Big shot with a big ego. But do you really think I'm gonna give up my Puddin for some fancy title? Not a chance, darlin’," she responded, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Feyd chuckles, not deterred by her response.

“Oh come on, Harley. We all know you have a taste for...adventure, excitement. The Joker may be entertaining, but he's also unhinged and unpredictable. With me, you'll have the best of both worlds - a life of glamour and opulence, with just enough danger to keep things interesting."

Harley considers his words for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yeah, maybe you've got a point. A girl like me does get bored easily. But that doesn't mean I'm just gonna follow you blindly, Feydy-boy."

Feyd chuckles again, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Of course not, Harley. I didn't expect you to be so obedient. You're a wild card, and that alone makes you intriguing...in more ways than one."

He gives her a lingering look a moment, his tone getting more suggestive.

Harley notices his suggestive tone and smirks.

“Oh, so now you're checking me out? Can't blame you. I'm quite the sight in this outfit." She replies, striking a pose.

Feyd appreciates the sight, admiring the way the light catches her curves. He moves closer to her.

“You do look incredibly attractive in that outfit. But I have ways of making you look even better," he purrs, his voice low and dripping with suggestion.

Harley raises an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. 

“Oh, do you now? And what exactly do you have in mind?" She said, her voice holding a teasing edge.

Feyd moves closer still, his voice dropping even lower as he responds.

“I have ideas. Ways to show you a vastly different kind of pleasure, compared to that clown."

As Feyd lead Harley to his private chambers, he can feel the tension building between them. He opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

“After you, Harley. Let me show you a world of pleasure and luxury," he says, his voice smooth and suggestive.

Harley steps into his chamber, her eyes widening slightly at the opulence of the room. Silk-covered walls, an enormous bed draped in luxurious fabrics with blades on the walls, it's clear that no expense has been spared to create the luxurious chambers for a Na-Baron.

Feyd closes the door behind them and approaches Harley, his eyes roaming over her body. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch her waist.

“You like what you see?" he says proudly, his voice husky with desire.

Harley met his gaze, her own eyes darkening with desire as well.

“It's...impressive. I'll admit that," she says, her voice low and seductive.

 Feyd leans in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispers,

"Good. Because I intend to show you even more impressive things."

He grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer, his body pressing against hers.

Harley lets out a soft gasp as Feyd pulls her against him, their bodies flush. His hands trail down her sides, his touch electric against her skin.

He captures her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth possessively.

Harley responds eagerly to the kiss, her own hands roaming over his torso, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his clothes. They stumble backwards towards the bed, their bodies never parting as they continue to kiss with an intensity that borders on desperate.

They reach the side of the bed, and Feyd pushes Harley down onto the soft mattress, never breaking the kiss. His hands move down to her thighs, slipping underneath her skimpy dress as he climbs on top of her.

His lips move from her mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the tender flesh. Harley moans softly as he explores her body with his hands and mouth, his touch possessive but also gentle.

"You're so much more than I expected," Feyd murmurs against her skin, his voice rough with desire.

Harley's breath comes in short gasps as Feyd continues to kiss and touch her, igniting a fire of desire within her. She bucks her hips against him, seeking more contact.

"Stop...teasing," she manages to gasp, her voice betraying her own growing need.

Feyd smirks, hearing the urgency in her voice.

"I like seeing you like this. Desperate for me," he teases, but his own need is evident in the way he presses against her.

“But, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go a little further.."

Feyd's hands move more urgently now, tugging at her dress, seeking to remove the barrier between them.

Harley responds with eagerness, helping him to pull off some of her jewelry, revealing more of her body to him.

"Damn, you are...very attractive," he breathes out, his eyes roving over her form.

Harley chuckles, feeling a surge of power at having this powerful man so entranced by her.

Feyd's hands slide over Harley's exposed skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in its wake. His mouth moves down her body, kissing and nibbling as he goes, until he reaches her thighs.

He looks up at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"I wonder how you taste," he says, his voice a low, sultry rasp.

Harley gives him a sly smile.

"Why don't you find out for yourself? Show me how good you are, big guy."

Feyd smirks at her challenge, more than willing to oblige.

He kisses up her thighs until he reaches his destination, his tongue teasing and exploring, while his fingers continue to caress her with practiced skill.

Harley's breath hitches, her back arching as she feels his talented tongue and fingers working their magic on her. She twists her fingers into the sheets, biting her lip to hold back moans of pleasure.

Feyd smirks at her reactions, increasing the intensity of his ministrations, his desire for her evident in every touch.

"I told you, I have...better ways of making you scream," he purrs, his voice ragged with lust.

Feyd continues to pleasure Harley, his hands and mouth relentless as he stokes the fires of her desire. Her body responds, her hips arching against him as she teeters on the edge of release.

His pace quickens, eager to drive her over the edge.

"Come for me, Harley..." he murmurs, his voice dripping with need.

Harley's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of her approaching climax.

With a sharp gasp, she comes undone, her body shuddering under Feyd's touch. She cries out, her back arching off the bed as she rides the waves of pleasure.

Feyd leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches her recover. He moves up the bed, pulling her into his arms, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

"See? I told you I could do better than the clown," he said, his voice smug but also holding an edge of genuine satisfaction.

Harley leans into his embrace, her body still thrumming with the afterglow of their encounter. She looks up at him, her eyes still dark with lingering desire.

"Not bad, I have to admit," she replied, a teasing edge in her voice. "But let's not get carried away. Just because you're better at this, doesn't mean you've completely won me over, Feydy-boy."

Feyd chuckles, clearly enjoying the challenge.

“Oh really? You're quite resistant, Harley. I like you more every minute."

His hands slowly start to move over her body again, caressing her skin.

“But I'm not quite finished with you yet."

Feyd's hands continue to rove over her body, drawing her back into a state of arousal.

“As for myself, I've only just begun to enjoy this," he purrs, his voice dripping with desire.

His lips capture hers in a deep, hungry kiss, and he shifts, pressing a hardness against her that makes his need abundantly clear.

Harley responds to the kiss eagerly, her body responding to his touch despite her earlier resistance.

Feyd's hands move to his own clothes, quickly undressing. He then positions himself between her legs, his eyes meeting hers.

“Are you ready for more, Harley? Because I intend to show you the true taste of pleasure tonight."

Despite the growing intensity of his desire, Feyd pauses, waiting for her answer.

"Well, Harley? Are you ready to experience something beyond anything you've felt before?"

Harley studies him for a moment, and then nods, her hesitation replaced by raw, intense desire.

“Yeah...show me," she responded, her voice a sultry whisper.

Feyd leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as his body presses against hers. The tip of his hardness brushes against her entrance, and he pauses, waiting for some final sign of consent.

Harley's hips shift, seeking more contact, and that is all the invitation Feyd needs.

“Hold on tight, my darling," he murmurs, before slowly pushing into her.

"You feel...so good," Feyd breathes out, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Harley responds with a soft sound of pleasure, her hips moving against his as she urges him on.

Feyd's hands slide down to grip her hips, holding her steady as he begins to move.

Feyd's movements are slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling against hers in a steady, rhythmic pace. He's clearly trying to maintain control, but the pleasure etched on his face is telling.

Harley is lost in the sensation, her hips moving to match his, seeking more of his touch, and pushing him deeper into her.

Feyd's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body moving instinctively as he picks up speed. Harley groans in response, her gasps becoming more frantic as she loses herself in the pleasure he is giving her.

He captures her lips in another harsh, hungry kiss, their tongues battling for dominance of the exchange.

They become lost in the frantic dance of pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Feyd's hands roam over her body, mapping every curve and dip, as he drives deeper into her.

“You're...incredible," he manages to gasp out, his voice a ragged growl.

Harley couldn’t form coherent words anymore, the only sounds coming from her a mixture of gasps and moans. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Harder...harder!" she managed to gasp out, her eyes locked onto his.

Feyd responded with a low growl, increasing his pace, driving into her with a force that borders on vicious.

Harley cried out as her body reaches its peak, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

Feyd followed shortly after, his own pleasure exploding in a wave of ecstasy, as he spills himself inside her.

They collapsed together, chests heaving with ragged breaths, their bodies slick with sweat.

They lie tangled together for several minutes, both of them recovering from the intense pleasure they've just experienced together.

Feyd regains his composure first, his hands tracing over the curve of her waist.

"That was...certainly far more satisfying than any encounter I've had before," he murmurs, his lips brushing her temple.

Harley shifts, pressing closer to him, her face buried in his neck.

"That...was intense," she breathes out, her voice still trembling with the memory of their passion.

Feyd hums in agreement, his hand brushing over her hair.

"I told you I would show you the true taste of pleasure," he teased, clearly pleased with himself.

Harley laughs, a shaky sound that tells him she's still coming down from the pleasure he's given her.

"Yeah yeah, you were right. But don't let it go to your head." Her hand strokes over his chest, her touch affectionate.

Feyd held her hand, holding it against his heart, feeling the steady thumping of his own heart.

"You've got a way of driving me wild, Harley," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over her, appreciating the flushed, satisfied look on her face.

Harley smirks.

"You're not too bad yourself, Feydy-boy," she replies, her tone lighter now, the tension between them slowly fading.

They fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of their mingled breaths the only noise in the room.

Finally, Feyd shifts slightly, his hand coming up to cup Harley's cheek.

"So...does that mean you're reconsidering going back to the clown?" He asked, his tone carefully casual.

Harley's expression sobers slightly, as she considers the question.

"I'm...not sure yet," she admits, her voice quiet.

Feyd watches her face, his thumb tracing over her cheek.

"Is there any chance I can change your mind?"

Harley's silent for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly as she thinks.

"...There is a chance," she says, meeting his gaze, her uncertainty clear.

Feyd's hand still cups her cheek, his touch gentle.

"What would it take?"

Harley reaches up, covering his hand with her own, her finger tracing over his knuckles.

"I'm not looking for something casual. If I let this...continue, I want all of you, not just the physical. I want your mind, your heart...your soul, if you feel like giving it to me."

Feyd is silent for a moment, studying her face.

"Do you even realise what you're asking of me?" He asks, his voice quiet.

Harley smiles, her gaze unwavering.

"Yes. I know exactly what I'm asking of you. I'm asking for everything.”

Harley nods, her smile softening slightly.

"Everything, Feyd. I'm not asking for half of your heart, or a fleeting moment of passion. I want all of you. I want to get to know the man behind the Na-Baron, understand your dreams and desires."

Feyd's eyes search her face, looking for any hint of uncertainty, but finding only quiet determination.

He leans forward, his forehead resting against hers.

"You truly are something else, Harley," he murmurs, his words tinged with disbelief and longing.

"Are you...certain this is what you want?"

"More certain than anything I've ever wanted before," she responds softly, her eyes meeting his.

Feyd exhaled, the tension slowly leaving his body.

"Then you have me, Harley. Heart, mind, and soul. All of me is yours."

Harley smiles, a warm, affectionate smile that lights up her face.

"Don't sound so surprised, Feyd. You had to know I wouldn't make it easy for you," she teases, her tone more playful.

"Though I'll admit, I expected a little more resistance from you. I think some part of you wanted this, even before this night..."

Feyd chuckles, clearly amused by her words.

"I suppose...a part of me did want this from the moment I first laid eyes on you. There's something about you, Harley. You're intriguing, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore."

"You're impossible not to think about," he continues, his expression growing more earnest.

"My thoughts have been consumed by you for days...I couldn't get you out of my mind no matter how hard I tried. I wanted you more and more, the more I tried to ignore you, to forget you...all of my resistance just seemed to fuel your hold on me even more. It was maddening."

"Now that I have you, now that I know I have your heart...I don't intend on letting go," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl.

He slides a hand into her hair, gently pulling her closer, their faces only inches apart.

“You're mine now, Harley."

Harley leans into him, her hand resting over his beating heart, a soft smile on her face.

"Yours," she whispers, her voice holding a vow, a promise of something deeper and far more lasting.

As the night progressed, Feyd and Harley stay together in his chambers, their bodies pressed closely together.

This night, this moment, seals their fates, binding them together in a way that goes beyond desire or even lust.

They are each other's now, heart and soul, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Hi! It’s been a hot minute and this one took too long. I kept changing plots and didn’t know how to write it just right. I haven’t wrote this long of a story before, (I feel pretty odd putting smut in here because I’m a innocent soul and it’s not my thing) so I hope it’s semi decent 🤔

🏷️: @psycheetamore

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I ask for a ranking of which rogues have the most to least rizz (ability to flirt) and why?

"The Rizz" General Rogues Party

OKAY. Best flirters to Worst! Note that a several of the middle people are same-ish in my mind so take solid rankings with a grain of salt.

Tw: Mentions of crimes such as drugging, hypnotism, etc. One suggestive line.

Poison Ivy- Before being poisoned by her colleague/boss, Pamela was incredibly shy and socially awkward. The poisons and toxins injected into her body did something... peculiar. She became an expert in knowing exactly what to say to ease into people's minds. That plus the chemicals she can leak out as an aphrodisiac, it doesn't take much to pull someone to her embrace.

Ra's Al Ghul- He's been around the metaphorical block so many times. He has the charm, the wit, the looks- It's probably a good thing he's so invested in his own plans and less on romance, or he'd be sweeping people off their feet right and left. His powers of seduction would be unreal.

Mr. Freeze- Okay, hear me out. You hardly see the game because he's so in love with Nora. That and the genuine trauma and angst of his whole backstory. However, he is a romantic man and knows the meaning of a gesture. If he was able to find room in his heart for another, they would know the what real devotion felt like.

Riddler- The main reason he's considered good at flirting is that silver tongue. He has the intelligence and grand vocabulary to charm the pants off of someone. His big issue comes down to him being so fucking arrogant and smug. If you ignore that, though, and embrace any awkwardness that he shows... he's still on the end of good flirter.

Killer Croc- Honestly? He's average. He's not bad at flirting but he's not particularly great, either. The real problem for him tends to be past anger issues flaring up which is very not sexy.

The Penguin- He's not the worst at flirting but he's decidedly below average. He doesn't have the best table manners, sometimes he can be rather crass and he's used to having to buy things to get them. Like "people" and "affection", for example.

Harley Quinn- She's her own brand of flirting which can be very hit or miss. You love it or hate it. It's goofy, in your face and sometimes she takes it that step too far. It's needy. As confident as she is, there's still this gnawing desperate need for the approval of people she likes.

Two-Face- The unfortunate thing about Two-Face... Harvey is all schoolboy loveliness, considerate, and caring. Harv is adrenaline rush, passion and "showing you a good time." While they're technically good at flirting, having both styles in one person and sometimes back to back can be disorienting, particularly if one puts you off.

Mad Hatter- Listen, it's not that he doesn't know how to flirt. He knows how to court someone and make them feel special. If he's lucid, he can have the most stimulating conversations. The problem is that he tends to make most romantic interactions incredibly creepy. That's leaving out the drugging, hypnotism, and abduction habits.

Bane- It's not that he can't flirt with someone he's comfortable with, but just meeting someone? He's blunt, calculating and sometimes even smug. Growing up in a prison didn't do a lot for his social skills, particularly soft, intimate ones. Logically he knows what to do and might even be able to play at it if he wanted, but really a lot of his genuine rizz wouldn't come out until later on in a relationship.

Scarecrow- For all his intelligence and capacity for witty wordplay, flirting is not this man's game. He is bristly and a lot of his ideas of romance is very macabre metaphors of fear and death. For some people that works and for others it's just way too intense. That, and he's just arrogant enough that if someone doesn't get his gestures, he writes it off as them being the problem.

Black Mask- Anger issues, entitlement, gruff as hell, and has enough of that rich douchebag in him still that he thinks negging is a valid form of flirting. The sex is hot as hell, though.

Zsasz - Anything he thinks is romantic or even sexy flirty is going to be obscenely sleazy and/or threatening. At one point he used to be charming which eased his path to the criminal life. Now he'll make gestures that are not only creepy, but zero grace or finesse behind it.

[pbaz7]

the curtains drawn tight against the morning light.

- curtains? or random fluffy blanket?

Azzi was draped over Paige, her head tucked into the crook of her neck as they slept soundly, the blankets tangled around them.

- my sweet adorable babies

Azzi rubbed her face with her free hand, blinking blearily. “M’sorry baby,” she whispered into the phone, her other hand moving to gently stroke Paige’s hair in an attempt to soothe her.

- this is so so so cute, side note I adore how you write fluff! It makes my heart swell and ache

Carefully, she shifted Paige so she was resting on Azzi’s chest, her fingers threading through Paige’s messy blonde hair.

- THIS IS ADORABLE, Paige is just a baby at the end of the day

“Pai…my girlfriend is asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up. I’ll just text you.”

- lol so much for keeping it a secret

a hint of disappointment in her tone.

- bitch gtfo

and taken a long, warm shower together,

- they really cannot spend a moment apart 😭

Without lifting her head, Azzi mumbled against her skin, “You’re gonna win the bet.”

- oh she’s boutta be insufferable

Azzi gave her an exasperated look. “Your version of ‘subtle’ isn’t subtle at all.”

- I was boutta make a Paige bueckers subtlety show joke but nvm.

“So,” Elle began, scooting her chair slightly closer to Azzi, “you mentioned your girlfriend yesterday. What’s she like?”

- broooo go awayyy

“So,” Elle said after a brief moment, her voice dropping slightly, “does she ever get jealous? You know, with how much time you spend with Paige?”

- so close! Yet so far.

“That’s good. Trust is important. But, I mean… Paige is Paige Bueckers. Gotta be a little intimidating. She’s gorgeous, funny, kinda has this natural charm and the two of you are, like, always together. Doesn’t she ever… wonder?”

- damn u got a crush on both of them? Pazzi threesome coming up! (This is a JOKE it is 2.38am for me and I must apologise)

Azzi’s patience was wearing thin. “She doesn’t mind Paige,” she said, her voice clipped.

- Azzi just get to it 😭

Elle beamed at Azzi's words, but her smile lingered a little too long, almost too eager. “I’m glad you noticed,” she said, her voice dropping slightly. “I feel like I’ve been trying to get you to notice my compliments for weeks..”

- she’s just spent ten minutes yapping about how much she loves her girlfriend it’s OVER Elle.

Elle’s face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. “I really didn’t mean to overstep. I just... I guess I got carried away,” Elle admitted, her voice quieter now. “I respect you, Azzi. I shouldn’t have done that.”

- how can you misread that signal she’s been yapping about her gf for the whole damn time I HATE YOU ELLE.

💗: Not done yet, but I might need you to come sit here while we finish.

- they make me sick

P 💗: I’m omw

- she boutta be madddd

She didn’t even give a fuck about the bet anymore, she just didn’t want Azzi around Elle and was more upset about her audacity than anything.

- oh she’s madddd

Azzi’s gaze flicked to Paige’s neck too, where marks still lingered from the night before.

- p don’t give a fuck 😭😭

Once Azzi was looking at her, she wrapped her hand firmly around her neck. Not tightly, but enough to make her intentions clear. Azzi’s breath hitched at the surprising contact but she leaned into the touch, her eyes lowering a little.

- jeez didn’t know the joker and Harley Quinn were boutta show up

“You’re lucky I love you. I’m calm right now but I promise imma deal with you for all this later.”

- PAIGE YOU ARE IN THE LIBRARY. DAMN. (That was hot)

“You’ll be lucky if you can even walk to practice tomorrow.”

- it is now 2.44am and wow.

“Look at you,” Paige murmured, her voice thick with teasing satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing I’m upset, knowing exactly what I’ll do about it later.”

- wow this is a new side, author more pls 😊😊😊

Paige leaned back in her seat, cool and composed, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she watched Azzi squirm. “You look good in my clothes,” Paige said casually, grabbing her phone as if nothing had happened, though the satisfied glint in her eyes told a different story.

- Damn that was a quick switch up

Azzi bit her lip, her cheeks burning as her hand instinctively tightened on Paige’s thigh. Paige didn’t stop there, sliding her fingers along the back of Azzi’s neck, letting her nails lightly graze the skin. “Careful, Az,” Paige whispered again, her blue eyes locking with Elle’s as she spoke. “You don’t wanna struggle too much in front of company.”

- sooo are you putting Elle in her place or just making it unbearable for Azzi

She barely registered the conversation happening around her as her mind wandered, imagining the necklace dangling above her, its chain brushing against her skin as Paige—

- author is it also 2.46am for you? this is!!

“I know what you were thinking about,” Paige whispered. “And you’re not subtle at all.”

- welcome back to the nobody is subtle show!

The unspoken dominance in her gaze made Elle’s stomach knot, and she quickly focused back on the laptop, pretending not to notice the way Azzi shifted even closer to Paige as if seeking more of her touch.

- Lord these dynamics are crazy

“I just...” Elle started, her voice faltering slightly. She shifted her weight nervously. “I didn’t know. About the two of you, together…I mean.” She looked between them again, her gaze lingering on Paige’s calm but intimidating posture. “I never would’ve tried anything if I knew it was you Paige. I’m sorry.”

- omg miss brainiac has finally figured it out! hey, here’s a medal! 🥇🥇🥇

Paige reached for Azzi’s bag, taking it off her shoulder with ease and slinging it over her own as she threw her free arm around Azzi’s shoulders, pulling her into her side as they walked out together.

- ugh that’s hot

As soon as they stepped into Azzi’s room, the door barely clicked shut before Azzi grabbed Paige by the shirt,

- I can imagine how this is gonna go, timestamp it is now 2.50am!

Azzi huffed, breaking the kiss with a glare. She turned, grabbing the nearest pillow, and launched it at Paige. “What you did wasn’t funny.”

- it was effective tho wasn’t it Azzi…

Azzi narrowed her eyes, her frustration only growing. “I’ve wanted to rip your clothes off for the past hour,” she snapped, her voice low and breathy.

- let’s follow through with our actions!

she took in the sheer audacity of Paige’s composure.

- mhm audacity iktr

She didn’t react beyond the faintest quirk of her lips, her eyes steady and challenging as she gazed up at Azzi

- wow this is a difference to the Paige that has gay panic every time Azzi even looks at her, how far we have come!

“I’ll let you go first,” Paige said smoothly, her voice low and dripping with confidence. “Because I promise, Az, you won’t be able to move when I’m done.”

- the sheer audacity to rob us of this scene when Paige and azzi were looking so fine tn, I read the content warnings

Paige’s jaw tensed in response, the faintest crack in her nonchalance.

- she’ll break soon! she’s not called the not queen of self control for no reason!

"I love you so much, baby," Azzi whispered, her tone laced with affection, her fingers lightly trailing along Paige’s jaw. "You love me right?” she added, her voice soft.

- the menace is at play

"Of course I love you," Paige murmured back, her voice soft and sweet, a glimpse of the softness she reserved only for Azzi breaking through.

- Horny lover girl or not she’s still a lover girl!

Azzi could feel the shift, the balance of power tilting in her favor now that she knew she had control of the situation.

- that’s my girl!!

Paige’s head tilted back against the pillows, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Azzi, "Fuck patient."

- real, she got you struggling when you won the bet?? Watch out P she’s gonna head to the closet…

Paige’s jaw tightened, her gaze holding Azzi’s with defiance. "I’m not going to beg," she said, her tone steady despite the flush creeping up her neck.

- u sure?

"I won’t make you this time, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against Paige’s skin.

- how kind!

Paige’s control wavered, her breathing quickening as she clenched the sheets beneath her.

- I feel robbed, gimme more!

Apologies for how I am tonight, it’s late 😭😭 Anyways author please don’t rob me like that again! I’m like Paige! I can’t take this teasing! As always adored this chapter and my god you portrayed that power dynamic well! Cannot wait for the next chapter, want to also note how impressed I am that you showed all of that without writing anything explicit, true skill!

As always, hugs for you! Update soon

- 🫂🫂

Lmaoo you need to go to bed !!

This was just a lil sneak peak 🫣ik y’all remember them talking about something on Azzi’s phone

it’s hilarious how you went from they’re adorable to the joker and harley quinn 😭

please get some rest ily and appreciate you like always 🫂

[cranes-menagerie]

inspirations for Superman: Man of Tomorrow as well as overall set up

I am......

T I R E D

of the evil superman trope

my favorite superman comic is smashes the klan because it understands the character so so fucking well. Clark's personality was almost Identical to that of the superman Identity. My Adventures with Superman nailed not only Lois Lane but also stuff like the Daily Planet and Jimmy Olsen and hell, HIS FARMBOY DORKINESS

I'm also gonna do a reverse kingdom come

in kingdom come the older heroes stoop down to the younger heroes level and become darker and more brutal. In the titanoverse it's gonna be a reverse. Superman is gonna be a beacon of hope in a world full of dark and brutal heroes. He needs to stand out in a world of darkness.

I chose Christian Borle as lex's voiceclaim because his portrayal of Vox is both smug, overbearing but also shy and insecure of Alastor because people like him more than they like vox

similarly to what gunn is doing, Superman to me is a symbol of hope....like he is supposed to be. as someone who suffers with mental health issues, I want superman to be a character that is all powerful and has everything, but still uses it to be a beacon of hope and to tell you "hey, things are horrible right now, but you will get through this, everything will be ok"

I want to see second chances....this decision might be a tad controversial

I'm keeping the snyderverse actors for Clark and Bruce wayne.

The titanoverse is essentially gonna be "what if the snyderverse was faithful to the comics instead of edgy fanfiction" (except for the rest of the cast like jessie Eisenberg as lex "totally not the riddler" luthor and z!onist wonderwoman)

henry cavil is one of the best superman castings just...ever

he's dorky, he's got the voice, he loves the character and I think it really sucks how he wasn't given a second chance(though I also cannot wait to what David will bring to the role)

and same case with Bruce Wayne. Affleck was perfect for the role of bruce wayne but he needs to be more optimistic, one of my favorite things done with batman is the storyline of crisis of 2 earths. in that story Batman is shown that his opposite is the ultimate nihilist.

Batman is Batman because he cares about people and believes people can change, its why he looks for job opportunities for Harley, and why he sends people to Arkham and not jail.

as you can tell, these 2 characters mean so much to me and especially in the dark place I am in as well as a lot of other people are in,

we need a character like Superman

I'm gonna leave you all with this last quote

We need a hero, couragous sacrificing people, setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero, people line up for 'em, cheer for them, scream their names, and years later tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who told them to HOLD ON a second longer. I believe theres a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble. And finally gets us to die with pride.

that is what we NEED in a superman

[foxcantswim]

Barbie takes Harley to Barbieland... TW: Some language and gross af fluff (and Harley plotting Ken's demise)

The two blondes stood just outside of Barbieland, Harley leaned against the pink convertible with a sour look on her face.

"You know I love ya puddin', but I ain't wearing that," Harley scoffed at the bright pink dress in Barbie's hands.

"But you will look so beautiful-! N-Not that you don't already, I just-!"

Harley smirked before stepping towards her, "I know, don't worry," her hand cupped Barbie's jaw, causing the latter's face to heat up.

"I-I might have something in my dreamhouse that you can wear... If you aren't too fond of this dress," Barbie's eyes darted around, looking anywhere but into Harley's.

With a sigh, Harley nodded, "I'll consider it puddin'."

Barbie giggled with delight before taking her girlfriend off guard, she pulled her into a short but sweet kiss before bouncing towards the car. Harley couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing on her own face. She would always be wrapped around Barbie's finger, she would never deny it.

... < Come read on ao3 :) Thank you!

[rinwellisathing]

"Keep Away From Pumpkinhead unless you're tired 'a livin', his enemies are mostly dead, he's mean and unforgivin'" Just a little ramble about what went into my decisions for Sentry's slayer form design:

So to start us off, I am a horror nut. I'm not saying this with smug pride or judgment to other types of movies (it's not disdain for other genres, it's fully a consequence of how my autism works.), you would be hard pressed to get me to watch a movie I've never seen before that isn't a horror movie. I spent every year of my childhood obsessively waiting and planning for Halloween and reading occult books and ghost story anthologies I checked out from the library. My mother read Interview With A Vampire to me (leaving out certain parts) to me when I was a kid and my name was going to be Lestat if I had been born a cis male. All this to say, while I crafted or gamed growing up, I would tune into any horror movie the Sci-Fi channel was running and one October, they were showing the first Pumpkinhead movie. I adored it. The monster was cool, the witch was creepy and ominous, and the setting was fairly close to something I was relatively familiar with having been to the mountains in western PA a lot camping and visiting distant relatives. I rented the second movie and I caught the later ones when Fearnet was a thing briefly and ran them on their OnDemand service (and god fucking damn am I aging myself at this point.) And see, the thing is, I'm not gonna sit here and say they're great films, because there's a criteria I'm going by that I fully acknowledge most people just don't (It's creature effects. Pumpkinhead, Haggis, ghosts and victims...just great work all around). The scripts aren't amazing and a lot of times the acting can be very hokey (except Lance Henrikson, Admiral Hackett is really out there selling this series as Ed Harley, there are also a lot of other very enjoyable performances, but I won't pretend they're all amazing) but they're a fun watch especially if you love vengeance, folk horror, and creature features with a hint of the demonic.

So how does this relate to my Durge, his slayer form, et al? So like I said, the movies are about vengeance first and foremost. The conceit is, if someone does you wrong you can call on Pumpkinhead to get revenge. It's an unstoppable demon summoned from an unhallowed corpse (The third movie implies the corpse of the last person to summon him, but that's not really a consistent choice). The summoner sees through its eyes but doesn't really control it per se, Pumpkinhead only stops when vengeance is complete or the person who summoned it dies. As an Oath of Vengeance Paladin, this fit really well for Sentry. Throw in that Pumpkinhead already has a similar stance and shape to the basic default slayer minus the head shape and some extra limbs, and I started thinking, plotting really. So ideally, we assume The Dark Urge could use the Slayer form in the past before they were tadpoled, at least I do and I've certainly seen plenty of fanfiction and headcanons in my Durgetash groups that imply I'm not alone in that. In-game, you have to commit a massive act of terrible slaughter to gain the Slayer form, but really in the lore I've researched, being a Bhaalspawn can mean you just get it in general, it comes to you in dreams, it possesses you and takes you over. So since the game doesn't entirely adhere to that anyway, I thought what if Sentry's first foray as The Slayer was tied to vengeance?

In his backstory, he has a terrible, abusive childhood and eventually takes revenge by murdering the family he was adopted into and their fellow cultists and in my mind, this was the first time he was the slayer. With my own trauma, I love the idea as a power fantasy that a scared, badly abused twelve year old boy, still small, still weak, still being told he was a girl no matter what he said, might become something big and terrible and driven by vengeance. So throw in what BG3 and Forgotten Realms lore gives us, my love for horror, and the overarching theme of vengeance in Pumpkinhead, and this seemed like the perfect design idea for me to go with. On top of the base design, he is covered in red ropes tying the design always back to the church of Ilmater, where he was taught he could be better and that he was worthy of love and respect, and those ropes are torn and tattered on his form, like just barely hanging on, but they are there, and I think that reminds him that his quest for vengeance is all well and good, but that he does deserve more and there is more for him if he can resist. Anyway, sorry for the long autistic ramble. I just had a lot of thoughts about Sentry's slayer form today.