#Delia quinzel

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#jason todd #delia quinzel #delia x jason #lucy quinzel #harley quinn #bruce wayne #sharon quinzel #barry quinzel #frankie quinzel #ezzie quinzel #ethan blacksun #batman fanfiction #batfam #harleen quinzel #batman #dc comics #ao3 fanfic

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@dramafcrged

#i just felt like doing a thing lol #dramafcrged #;; delia quinzel [ mirror ]

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Can you make headcanons for harley Quinn and dee dee twins teasing a S/O that is a newbie superhero with fire powers (if you sont know much about dee dee twins it can be just harley then)

I don’t know much about the Dee Dee Twins, but I’ll do what I can.

Harley Quinn

She constantly makes jokes about things getting “hot”. Stuff like:

“Wow you’re really turnin’ up the heat!”

“You’re gettin’ me all hot an’ flustered~”

“Ooooh, lookin’ hot today Firehands~.” 

“Seriously, you’re smokin’!”

“No seriously, you’re really smokin’! I’m sorry! No need to get so serious! I’ll surrenda’! I’ll be good!

She likes to tease them about their cliché/stereotypical superpowers, but she knows how dangerous they can be when they get serious

As she gets away or gets taken away by cops, she always winks to them and blows them a kiss as one little last tease before they’re separated before their next encounter

Dee Dee Twins

They do their teasing in tandem with each other, both acting much like their grandmother would in the same situation

One will start pulling off some layers, complaining about them making things too hot to be comfortable for them, all while the other would sneak up on them either to surprise attack them or restrain them for a them both to get a few feels, depending on how the night is going~

#marvel and dc #dc #harely quinn #harleen quinzel #dee dee twins #delia dennis #deidre dennis #character headcanons #headcanons #ask #sfw #sfwish #slightly non sfw #anonymous

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Delia & Lucy Quinzel

#;; forgive me for my wrongs I have just begun // LUCY QUINZEL #;; she's strong but she's exhausted // DELIA QUINZEL #;; don't worry mother your daughter is a fighter // DELIA & LUCY #;; my edits

[santanarohana]

Smiles are far away (Tears are here)

(I don't know English, so if something seems strange, it's Google Translate's fault) There's a story, more like an idea, gnawing at my brain and fighting to get out. What if Harleen Quinzel was related to the Fentons? Anyone who has ever seen an image of Delia Quinzel, Harleen Quinzel's sister, may have noticed some characteristics in common between her and Jack Fenton, that is, black hair and blue eyes. What if the accident with the first portal, during college, had affected the Fentons too, just in a different way than Vlad, and they had become unable to have children because of it? What if Harleen Quinzel, before starting to work at Arkham, had gone to a club, at the encouragement of colleagues, to take a break from her studies and relax a little? What if Bruce Wayne, before leaving Gotham to train, had coincidentally gone to the same club with his then-girlfriend, Dana, and they had gotten into a fight and split up? What if Harleen and Bruce had met and had sex? What if Harleen had discovered weeks later that she was pregnant and Bruce had already left? What if Harleen had hidden the pregnancy from everyone and carried on with her normal routine until the summer holidays, when she left to stay with her cousin Jack and his wife, Maddie, until she gave birth? What if she had handed over the baby, a girl, to them? What if they named the baby Jasmine Aileen Fenton? What if Harleen Quinzel's survival and 'rebirth' as Harley Quinn, after being thrown into a vat of chemicals, had only been possible due to her stay with the Fentons during her pregnancy and consequent exposure to the ectoplasm they carelessly handled? What if, in the crazed lovebirds' first few months together, while Jocker was momentarily in Arkham, Harley had, unexpectedly, gone into labor after going through a silent pregnancy? What if she left the baby, too small, too quiet, too fragile, on the Fentons' doorstep, convinced they would appreciate another child? What if the Fentons named him Daniel James Fenton? What if years later Red Hood was approached by two individuals, one male, the other female, dressed entirely in white, wearing theater masks, and identifying themselves as Pierrot and Columbine?

#dpxdc

[acesophiewalten]

i am just now realizing i never went on that rant about lucy quinzel, so here goes

(ask me questions about her please please please please please-)

I see her almost as a combination of Ocean O’Connell-Rosenberg from Ride The Cyclone and Violet Baudelaire from ASOUE. She’s an extremely smart kid - she talked at an early age, showed a great interest in adult activities, was enrolled in gifted programs, etc. She has a special aptitude for engineering/inventing, and enjoys making new things out of random objects. She lives with her “mother,” Cordelia, in a very small New Jersey town right outside of Gotham City. And as much as Lucy likes it there, she finds it almost unbelievably boring. Lucy is one of those gifted kids who are simply bored by their surroundings - she gets good grades, she makes herself breakfast, she talks politely with her mother, and she does it all again. She’s very much separated from her peers and has a bit of a superiority complex when it comes to the children around her - she was never really treated like One Of Them, so she doesn’t believe she is. Lucy wants to help people, living so close to Gotham City and hearing all of the shit that goes on there. She feels like its her duty, as an prodigy, to protect people.

She’s autistic, if you couldn’t tell!

She has an incredibly good relationship with her “Aunt Harley,” and its one of the things that confuses a lot of people about Lucy - how does she, such an independent, almost stoic sort of person become good friends with a free-wheeling, laughing, almost eternally chaotic woman like Harley? Well, it’s very simple, really; Harley knows what its like to be in Lucy’s position. Harley was that prodigy who never really got to grow up, who spent all of her childhood getting medal after medal and grade after grade, hiding her real emotions until they spilled out. So, Harley actively cultivates that part of Lucy she knows is in there, the actual little girl, who likes candy and cartoons and rollercoasters. Lucy has made Harley multiple things - from bombs, to puzzle boxes, to even plans for guns and other such weapons. It’s my personal hc that Lucy was the one who came up with the love/hate diamond design on Harley’s gun from the first Suicide Squad movie. Harley often gives Lucy materials, as well, (don’t ask where she got it!) and lets her play with her hyenas as much as she wants. Harley is kind of the only person who can make Lucy act like an actual kid, and its both astounding and kind of sad.

Lucy’s relationship to her “mother,” Cordelia, isn’t exactly bad, but it is strained. Cordelia doesn’t know what to do with Lucy, or how to really support her, since she was never a particular prodigy and expected, well, any other kid than Lucy. She doesn’t really know how to deal with Lucy’s independence, that she can wake up with her daughter having made breakfast for both of them, and a healthy one, at that, packing up her meticulously organized bag to go to school, coming back complaining that she got an A- on a test instead of an A+.

Cordelia doesn’t want to admit this, since she loves her sister, and maintains that she always will; but Delia kinda blames Harley for Lucy’s tendencies. That is, making bombs in her backyard, openly correcting teachers, and feeling like the life she’s living isn’t “enough” for her. There’s too much shit going on to say if that’s true or not.

SO yes !!! That’s Lucy !!!! :D

#dc comics #lucy quinzel #harley quinn #cordelia quinzel #posts

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

clowns to the left of me Joker's to the right (here i am stuck in the middle with you)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/j5dNw3t by JedidaJo The day after the “No Man’s Land” order had been lifted, Delia Quinzel left Gotham City with only the clothes on her back and her infant daughter in her arms, and she’d never looked back in the decade that had passed since that day. She changed her name, went to college, and created a happy, normal life for herself and her daughter. But ten years later, she receives two invitations calling her back to Gotham – one for a celebration of an engagement, and the other with much darker intentions. Stepping foot back in into Gotham is always dangerous, but even more so for Delia, as it means risking all the secrets she’s kept for so long, but ultimately it’s rude to refuse an invitation… and stupid to ignore a threat. Words: 5665, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Delia Quinzel, Lucy Quinzel, Barry Quinzel, Harleen Quinzel, Frankie Quinzel, Ezzie Quinzel, Sharon Quinzel, Nick Quinzel, Quinzel Ensemble, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Joker (DCU), Pamela Isley, Oswald Cobblepot, Ethan Cobblepot, Addison Cobblepot, Aiden Cobblepot, Gotham City Residents, Rogues Gallery (Batman) Relationships: Jason Todd/Delia Quinzel, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Ethan Cobblepot/Frankie Quinzel, Lonnie Machin/Ezzie Quinzel, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Sharing a Bed, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Sharon Quinzel is a MILF, Dysfunctional Family, Family Shenanigans, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Delia Quinzel Tries to Be a Good Parent, Protective Jason Todd read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/j5dNw3t

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[hannahhook7744]

Quinzel brothers only in Gotham bio (redone);

Name: Lucifer "Lu" Felix Quinzel. 

Age: 16 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Notes:

Calling him by his first name instead of his nickname will get you slapped.

Commenting on his eyes will get you smacked.

Participating in 'Kick a ginger day' will get you kicked right back.

He hates his hair, eyes, and name.

He likes angry and sad music.

He is one of the many children of Harleen Quinzel and the joker. 

He is in the following clubs: The Global Villain Kid Support Club, Gymnastics Club, Martial Arts Club, Drama Club, Movie Club, Cards Club, and Comedy Club.

Liu likes building joke shop items and Jack in the boxes.

He is single for now.

He grew up with his grandparents until his youngest siblings—Jackie and Bryce—were born and his mother finally left his dad.

Harley fisted alot though and sent money for his, Emoji, and Joseph's care.

He did not know he had a twin that was being raised by Ivy until his mom left his dad.

He also didn't know that Lucy was his bio sister and not his bio cousin until then either.

After Harley left his dad, she moved him, Ace, Ivy, Ivy's kids, him, Emoji, and Joseph into the apartment building her uncle left her after his death.

Liu loves Hamilton the musical and stars.

He also always wears 3D glasses to cover up his mismatched eyes.

He has Heterochromia—which caused him to be born with one blue eye and one red eye.

He loves paint balloons and hates his name.

He and his family are Jewish.

He is terrible at chemistry but wonderful at psychology.

He resents his dad greatly.

He is also debating changing his name when he's 18.

Liu works at the movie theater and sometimes he takes up temporary jobs at passing by circuses.

He wants to be a dagger thrower at the circus when he grows up.

His superhero name is Karma.

He's allergic to anesthesia and corn.

His bestfriends are his twin brother, Ace, alongside Juke Jones (A Red Lantern) and Aster Cutter (Drawback).

His favorite classes are psychology and art.

His weapon of choice is throwing knives.

His family:

Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Fleck (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Daughter) ,

Deidre Dennis (Daughter),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Emoji Jeune Quinzel.

Age: 15 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Notes:

Unlike his older brother, Lucifer, Emoji actually likes his name.

He gets along great with his siblings and is usually the mediator between them and sometimes their friends.

Skylar Kyle and Lee-Lee Willis are his best friends.

He loves smiley faces and they take up a good portion of his wardrobe.

He loves pulling pranks, playing cards, and riding his bike.

Emoji also has quite the sweet tooth.

Emoji decorates his clothes with paint and patches.

His best classes are art and music.

His weapon of choice is a mallet.

Emoji is also a fan of croquet, parkour, dancing, singing, cards, and board games.

He likes happy sounding and funny music.

His superhero alias is Happy.

He is less of a sourpuss compared to Lucifer and less temperamental than him too.

He also has almost no bloodlust at all.

He is friendly and hyperactive and a well-behaved, albeit horrible student due to his short attention span and lack of interest in school-related things.

He is in choir, drama club, band, the comedy club, the DND club, and the Global Villain Kid Support Club.

He wears a pair of smiley face sunglasses that Harley gave him when he was little.

He lives with his siblings and mom in the apartment building they live in.

He is single for now.

Emoji also hates their dad just as much as his siblings do but since he doesn't want his siblings to go to jail he keeps them from killing their father.

He has no allergies.

Emoji wants to be an art teacher when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Joseph King Quinzel.

Age: 14 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Aroace (aromantic asexual).

Notes:

Joseph also goes by Jo, Joey, Joey King, and Jo King.

His superhero alias is April Fools King, April fools for short.

April Fools is his and his brothers' favorite holiday.

Him, Emoji, and Liu all have ADHD.

He finds his name funny and takes great joy in introducing himself as 'Jo King' to people.

He took like prank shop items and clowns.

Joseph also wears purple and green 3D glasses.

His bestfriends are Linus Luthor, Lylod Snart, Eleanor Nygma, Ivan Isley, and Achilles Emerson.

He's playful with a temper and thinks he's funnier than Liu.

He also enjoys riling Liu up in several ways. Especially when it comes to his name.

He does well in school. Far better than his brothers.

He is a ball at parties.

Joseph is apart of the comedy club, the gymnastics club, the drama club, the dnd club, and the baseball team.

I he lijes pranking, acting, dancing, singing, playing games, playing with my pets, playing baseball, sleeping, parkour, go karting with his family and friends, and telling jokes.

He is allergic to fish.

His favorite colors are green and purple despite his hatred of his dad.

Joseph wants to be a pro baseball player when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

This is a mix of Harley Quin and Joker medias.

Dc Rp friends; @gotham-is-fucking-weird @gothams-new-hero @christelgothamite @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning @formerarkhampsychologist @gotham-bitch etc.

#only in gotham #only in gotham bio #onlyingotham #children of joker and harely quinn #dc ocs #dc original characters #dc fanon #dc original character #my original characters #original characters

[peoplesing]

[ look down, look down, upon your fellow man! ]

PITIÉ, PITIÉ, POUR TOUS CEUX QUI N'ONT RIEN!

an independent mixed-media multimuse roleplay blog, by doe. originally established june 16th, 2022. currently under construction. see old information here.

mobile muse list under the cut.

main blog: @swede.

pinterest.⠀inbox prompts.

musicals and literature and movies ( mostly )

queen titania, a midsummer night's dream

puck, a midsummer night's dream

king oberon, a midsummer night's dream

'count' vladimir popov, anastasia

anya, anastasia ( imposter oc )

dmitri sudayev, anastasia

alice liddell, alice's adventures in wonderland

the mad hatter, alice's adventures in wonderland

betelgeuse, beetlejuice

miss argentina, beetlejuice

barbara maitland, beetlejuice

adam maitland, beetlejuice

delia deetz, beetlejuice

charles deetz, beetlejuice

countess carmilla karnstein, carmilla

laura blackwood, carmilla

velma kelly, chicago

roxie hart, chicago

lucy westenra, dracula

mina murray, dracula

elizabeth lavenza, frankenstein

persephone, hadestown and greek myth

hades, hadestown and greek myth

demeter, hadestown and greek myth

eurydice, hadestown and greek myth

orpheus, hadestown and greek myth

ophelia, hamlet

veronica sawyer, heathers

heather chandler, heathers

jason dean, heathers

claudia, interview with the vampire

meg giry, le fantôme de l'opéra

madame giry, le fantôme de l'opéra

erik / the phantom, le fantôme de l'opéra

la sorelli, le fantôme de l'opéra

little jammes, le fantôme de l'opéra

raoul, le vicomte de chagny, le fantôme de l'opéra

the daroga / nadir khan, le fantôme de l'opéra

éponine thénardier, les misérables

azelma thénardier, les misérables

gavroche thénardier, les misérables

fantine, les misérables

cosette fauchelevent, les misérables

enjolras, les misérables

marius pontmercy, les misérables

jean valjean, les misérables

inspector javert, les misérables

montparnasse, les misérables

donna sheridan, mamma mia!

sophie sheridan, mamma mia!

wendy darling, peter pan

peter pan, peter pan

tinker bell, peter pan

elizabeth swann, pirates of the caribbean

juliet capulet, romeo and juliet

romeo montague, romeo and juliet

lucy barker, sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street

johanna barker, sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street

bella swan, twilight

edward cullen, twilight

esme cullen, twilight

comics and mcu / decu

doctor harleen quinzel / harley quinn, detective comics

cleo cazo / ratcatcher 2, dceu

raven / rachel roth, detective comics

natalia romanova / black widow, marvel comics

peter parker / spider-man, mcu-adjacent

michelle jones / mj, mcu-adjacent

loki, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

thor, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

sigyn, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

sif, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

ramona flowers, scott pilgrim vs the world

fairytales, disney, animation, horror, misc

ella tremaine, into the woods and cinderella

the baker's wife / sarah, into the woods

rapunzel's prince, into the woods

emily,  corpse bride

victoria everglot,  corpse bride

victor van dort,  corpse bride

edward scissorhands,  edward scissorhands

kim boggs, edward scissorhands

anna of arendelle,  frozen

elsa of arendelle,  frozen

sophie hatter,  howl’s moving castle

the beauty, la belle et la bête

the beast, la belle et la bête

san,   princess mononoke

eloise turner, last night in soho

rapunzel,   into the woods and rapunzel

aurora, sleeping beauty

arielle,   original interpretation of the little mermaid

clara stahlbaum, the nutcracker

dorothy gale, the wizard of oz

morticia addams,  the addams family

wednesday addams, the addams family

fester addams,  the addams family

sabrina spellman,  the chilling adventures of sabrina

prudence night,   the chilling adventures of sabrina

princess brea,  the dark crystal:  age of resistance

sally finkelstein,  the nightmare before christmas

shock,  the nightmare before christmas

thomasin,  the witch

nadja of antipaxos,  what we do in the shadows

original characters

lenore blackwood ( mute medium oc, ask for more info )

miss louisa ( living porcelain doll oc, ask for more info )

#📌 #by doe⠀( she/her pronouns‚⠀age 22 ) #do not like this post. #dni with this post. #non-rp blogs:⠀if you found this‚⠀no you didn't!

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For @fattest-disney-characters

DCComics:

(Batman 66’, BTAS/TNBA, HBOMAX) Barbara Gordon/Batgirl: 589lbs

(Young Justice/Arkham Games/Gotham Knights) Barbara Gordon/Oracle: 795lbs

(BTAS/TNBA, Suicide Squad (2016)/Birds of Prey (2020)/Suicide Squad (2021) and HBOMAX) Harlem Quinzel/Harley Quinn: 897lbs

(Wonder Woman 77’, JLU, the Brave and the bold, Justice League/Batman VS Superman/Wonder Woman (2017)/1984 (2020 movie), Doom, Super Friends, JLVSTT/Death of Superman/Bloodlines, HBO Harley Quinn) Diana Prince/Wonder Woman: 8,898lbs (she’s a Amazonian)

(JLU, the Brave and the bold, 1984 (2020 movie), doom, super friends, Batman unlimited, JLVSTT/Death of Superman/Bloodlines, HBO Harley Quinn) Barbara Gordon/Cheetah: 4 tons of hippo fat (message me if you’re confused)

(JLU, Bloodliens, Batman Brave and Bold, HBO Harley Quinn)Doris Zuel/Giganta: 397,957lbs (she’s giant woman who weights a lot, duh)

(BTAS/TNBA, and HBOMAX) Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy: 898lbs (she’s a plant person, duh)

(BTAS/TNBA, Batman Returns, HBOMAX) Selina Kyle/Catwoman: 598lbs

(Julie Newar, Eartha Kitt, Lee Meriwether) Catwomen from Batman 66’

Resident Evil:

Alcina Dimitrescu: 8,949lbs

Daughter Dimitrescu: Unknown (Bela: Belly, Daniela: Bottom, Cassandra: Top)

Disney Princesses:

1. Snow White: 957lbs

2. Cinderella: 858lbs

3. Aurora: 576lbs

4. Ariel: 958,894lbs (she’s mermaid at sea and human at land, so transform)

5. Belle: 708lbs

6. Jasmine: 498lbs

7. Pocahontas: 528lbs

8. Mulan: 747lbs

9. Tiana: 957lbs

10. Rapunzel: 869lbs

11 and 12. Elsa: 958lbs and Anna: 589lbs (Honorary Official Princesses)

13. Merida: 298lbs

14. Moana: 159lbs

15. Raya: 497lbs

Former Disney Princesses:

TinkerBell: 498,948lbs (she’s tiny fairy with human appetites)

Esmeralda: 559lbs

Forgotten Disney Princesses (or not):

Princess Eilonwy: 957lbs

Kida Nedakh: 497lbs

Not be from Disney Animation Canon:

Giselle: 935lbs

Anastasia (1997): 498lbs

Princesses Best Friends (Animals):

1. Snow White-Forest Animals

2. Cinderella-Jaq and Gus

3. Aurora-Flora, Fauna, and Merrywether

4. Ariel-Sebastian, Flounder, and Scuttle

5. Belle-Philippe

6. Jasmine-Rajah

7. Pocahontas-Meeko and Flit

8. Mulan-Mushu, Cri Kee and Khan

9. Tiana-Stella (Lotte let Tiana play with her)

10. Rapunzel-Pascal and Maximus

11 and 12. Elsa and Anna-Sven the Reindeer and Bruni (Frozen II)

13. Merida: Angus

14. Moana-Pua and Hei Hei

15. Raya-Tuk Tuk and Sisu

Dragon:

Sisu (Disney): 198,997,999lbs (she’s a dragon)

Redneck AU:

Redneck Elsa: 910.7lbs

Redneck Anna: 890.9lbs

Redneck Wonder Woman: 485.90lbs

Redneck Cheetah: 589.89lbs

Redneck Bud and Lou: 9,999lbs

Queen and Princess (Elsa and Anna’s pets): 8,979lbs

Real-Live girls:

Reenaye Starr: 998.98lbs

Ivy Davenport: 897.89lbs

Tammy and Amy: 1000lbs (get it)

TMNT:

87 April O’Neil: 1,879lbs

2012 April O’Neil: 597lbs

2012 Karai: 897lbs

Uneven left leg April: 3,979lbs

Uneven right leg Karai: 8,894lbs

Portal (kinda):

GLaDOS: 1,987,958 (she’s a robot voice with Halo’s Hologram-body type and potato as a head which is based on our RP, don’t judge)

Pokémon:

Gloria from pokémon sword and shield (18 years old): 498lbs

Marnie from pokémon sword and shield(18 years old): 595lbs

Irida from pokémon legends arceus (18 years old): 398lbs

Akari from pokemon legends arceus (18 years old): 297lbs

Cogita from pokémon legends arceus: 495lbs

Serena from pokémon x and y(20 years old): 698lbs

Misty from pokémon (25 years): 497lbs (Misty-Hyena: 999lbs when’s transform)

Delia Ketchum: 988lbs

Daisy, Violet, Lily (Misty’s sisters): each weight 797lbs

Jessie (Pokémon): 159,948lbs (she’s immobile, Misty and other girls have to take care of her, so)

Officer Jenny: 594lbs

Nurse Joy: 958lbs

(Add more coming soon)

[jedidajo-writes]

#delia quinzel #lucy quinzel #jason todd #delia x jason #batman fanfiction #harley quinn #the joker #barry quinzel #frankie quinzel #ezzie quinzel #sharon quinzel #nick quinzel #ao3 fanfic

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At least I've gotta try

#;; delia quinzel [ mirror ] #;; delia & arthur [ dynamics ] #;; lucy & delia [ dynamics ] #;; my edits #i was listening to this song for the millionth time #and the if we had a daughter line made me think of them #( joker movie au // delia verse )

[poison-shark]

Gotham Bound

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

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

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

Word Count: 4299

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Auntie Harley!”

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

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

“Which book was it?”

“Murder On the Orient Express,”

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

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

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

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

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

“Peanut, skates.” Ivy reminded.

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

“You too, Peaches.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will do, Aunt I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Remember-” Ivy barely had to remind her.

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

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

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

“Tastes worse, trust me,” warned Harley.

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

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

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

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

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

“Red!” Harley whined.

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

“Duh!” the teen responded fervently.

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

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

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

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

“Is this actually Gee-Bee’s bed?”

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

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

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

“Yep! Now, it's yours!”

“And Buh-Beeps just let you have it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, did you finally notice the-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

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

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

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

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OPEN STARTER!    [ delia quinzel ]

          “So I’ve got chocolate, vanilla, and mint chocolate chip.”

#OPEN #;; interactions // DELIA QUINZEL #food mention tw #idk i had this gif so i had to use it lol

[animusignus]

Batfam Adjacent:

The Quinzel Family

The Mother:

Harleen Quinzel ¹

The Father:

Joker ²

The Children:

Lucy Quinzel ³

Joker Jr. ⁴

Unnamed Daughter ⁵

Unnamed Son ⁵

Anarky ⁶

The Grandchildren:

Delia and Deidre ⁷

The Biological Family:

Nick Quinzel ⁸

Sharon Quinzel ⁹

Barry Quinzel ¹⁰

Delia Quinzel ¹¹

The Wife:

Pamela Isley ¹²

FurBabies ¹³ :

Bud and Lou ¹⁴

Giggles ¹⁵

Bruce ¹⁶

Notes:

¹ aka. Harley Quinn.

² Father of Harley's children. Deceased, thankfully.

³ Secret daughter of Harley and Joker, she is being raised by her adoptive mother and aunt Delia.

⁴ The son of Harley Quinn and The Joker.

⁵ During Joker's time as Jack, he and Harley had two children, a boy and a girl that remain unnamed. Harley is forced to raise them alone after Jack's death in Sean Murphy's Batman: Curse of the White Knight #6.

⁶ The biological son of the Joker.

⁷ Harley's two granddaughters.

⁸ Harley's father, he disowned his daughter.

⁹ Harley's mother, she disowned her daughter.

¹⁰ Harley's biological brother.

¹¹ Harley's sister and adoptive mother to her niece, Lucy.

¹² aka. Poison Ivy. For more info. see here.

¹³ Harley and Joker's pet hyenas are numerous, they also have the Joker Fish if you want to count them as pets. For more info. about the Clan see here.

¹⁴ Harley's babies, a pair of hyenas.

¹⁵ He is a hyena previously owned by the Joker, it carries that Harley was also his primary caretaker.

¹⁶ Harley Quinn's pet, he is a spotted hyena; that she bought after her break-up with the Joker. Named him Bruce after Bruce Wayne.

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[dork-empress]

How does Delia feel about Lucy and vice versa?

They love each other. But.

So, I headcanon Delia was a bit jealous of Harley as a kid. Harleen was the one who was ambitious and such, and the one people said was going to "make it." Then she became a supervillain and everyone was disappointed in Harleen, and of course, scared. Delia was just as scared.

So, when Delia was tasked with raising Lucy, her main goal was "don't let her turn out like Harleen." this involved, first of all, a lot of focused training on right and wrong and ethics, which, good, and inspired Lucy to pursue ethics and philosophy. But Lucy was naturally drawn to the same ambition as her mother, and was certainly as strange as her father, and that scared Delia. This lead Delia to punish her for overachieving or doing anything that wasn't "normal." which is why as a teenager, Lucy ran away to live with Harley.

So, yes, they love each other, and Lucy considers her to be her mother, but like with many parent and child relationships theres some tension there.

Which would have been worked out eventually, if in an attempt to break Lucy, Joker hadn't kidnapped Delia and forced Lucy to kill her to prevent bombs going off in the city.

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