#Harley is having the best time being a professor

[spacedace]

Dannys graduation class is especially liminal thanks to the portal and frequent ghost encounters/ Their overshadowing. Which means, that they subconsciously prefer places with high ecto ambience.

Gotham University already had their fair share of students from amity park, one of the only people outside from Gotham who would actually stay for the duration of their studies (thanks to them being used to ghost shenanigans). But this year its more than usual + even for Gothamites these Amity Parkers seem to be rather unhinged.

(I just need more liminal!Amity Parker shenanigans :D and thanks to WE Gotham has great scholarships available)

I had a lot of fun with this one! Thank you for the prompt!

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Robert’s hands shook as he brought the chalk to the blackboard, letter’s jagged and words illegible as he attempted to write the day’s lesson down.

Behind him was a silence beyond what the human mind was ready to comprehend. A room full of people, the sense of others in the room, and yet utter stillness. No soft scratch of pencils on paper, gentle taps of nails upon keyboards, no shifting of bodies or crinkling of snacks or soft murmur of voices of those at the back of the lecture hall whispering to each other.

It was something Professor Robert Herne hadn’t truly noticed before this semester. How much noise humans made even when they were sitting very quietly. Little things the brain filtered out so terribly noticeable until it was gone. The almost imperceptible hush of breaths. The absent hum of a chorus of heartbeats. Things you didn’t realize you were used to hearing until they were suddenly, horribly gone.

The chalk broke beneath his hand.

The students sat in impossible, unbearable stillness, watching him.

They were always watching him.

Unblinking eyes, fathomless and deep and knowing knowing knowing. They looked at him and saw. Empty voids that threatened to swallow him whole if he made the mistake of meeting their terrible, all consuming gazes.

His hand shook harder, the broken chalk in his hold crumbling to fine dust. His breathing came harder, heart pounding. Behind him figures stretched long, twisting and unnatural, more and more unblinking eyes opening to stare at him, mouths stretching, faces warping, skin mottling to impossible shades, sharp teeth and pointed ears. Still as death, unmoving, he could feel the weight of them pressing down upon him from all sides and, and, and -

He screamed.

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Miriam Schuster, Dean of Gotham University, sat with her head in her hands at her desk. Outside on the quad yet another of the school’s professors was being carried away on a stretcher, screaming and frantic as his class of students all milled about worried for him at a distance.

Herne was the third one in the past month.

Amity kids, she swore, they got weirder and weirder every year. And unlike some members of the University staff, she was qualified to say that. She was an Amity Park kid once upon a time, she knew her home town was weird. Even before the ghost stuff started happening they had a reputation for being odd. She’d certainly creeped out more than a few of her own professors over the years as a student, and still put some people on edge whenever she forgot to make an active effort to appear more…for lack of a better word, normal.

This year’s batch was weird even by her standards though. Far more ecto-contaminated than the students that had joined the university in previous years and it showed. The entire non-Amity half of several courses had dropped in the first week of the semester. They’d had more dorm-room transfer requests than they’d ever seen before. TAs were refusing to work in classes that had Amity Parkers in them. And the professors…

Herne gave another scream of terror outside, shrieking about silence and eyes and being watched. Miriam sighed again.

The professors were not able to cope with the freshmen class at all.

Scrubbing her face in her hands, Miriam leaned back in her seat and looked down at the papers spread out before her. Transfer paperwork to group all the new batch of Amity kids into the same classes so that they weren’t quite so spread around. Keep them contained, as much as it was possible to do so. The problem with having them all in one place though was that the effect of them being so…well, Amity, was far more intense. Which left her with the question of just who she was going to be able to get to teach these classes.

Gotham was more up to Amity Parker strangeness than just about anywhere else - outside of Amity itself of course - and even the Gothamites where having trouble keeping up. It was going to take a special kind of person to be able to handle them.

Miriam glanced out her window again to where the ambulance was trundling away with Herne aboard to Arkham. The civilian mental facilities hadn’t been up to the kind of psychosis caused by direct contact with this year’s batch of Amity Parkers.

Hmm, she considered. That might be an idea.

She’d have to make some phone calls.

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“Alright settle down! I know you’re all a rowdy bunch, but I’m gonna need yous to sit pretty for me for the next hour so we can go over the new syllabus.”

To anyone else, there wouldn’t have been any kind of perceptible difference to the utter stillness of the room. The rows of seated students were as still and motionless as they’d ever been, not even their chests seeming to move as they sat and stared, unblinking.

The new professor smiled widely. “Thank you! And hear I heard yous were all a bunch of troublemakers, ha!” A deft hand snatched up a piece of chalk, drawing large looping letters on the board with plenty of flourishes. “Welcome to Psych 101! You can all call me Professor Quinzel!”

Harley spun to face her class, smiling brightly at the eager gleam in the eyes of her new students.

The class, with eyes a little too bright and teeth a little too sharp and shapes a little too wrong when viewed from the corner of the eye all smiled back brightly. It was such a relief to finally have a professor that actually had her shit together.

#spaced asks and ace answers #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #harley quinn #danny phantom #batman #amity parkers are weird #liminal amity parkers #love a class full of Amity Parker weirdos looking at Harley Quinn and being like: oh thank god someone normal #Harley is having the best time being a professor #the batfam are very nervous about the next generation of psychologists and psychiatrists to come out of Gotham U

[dreamescapeswriting]

𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⪼𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 [𝐌]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

MINORS DNI - SMUT 

SEOKJIN:

When Jin had told you to wait for him after class you weren't exactly sure that this was what he'd had in mind. You were stuffed under his desk while he scolded the boy that had been flirting with you endlessly throughout Jin's lesson which wasn't something Jin had particularly enjoyed seeing.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Jin asked Harley as you smirked to yourself, deciding that you were going to enjoy being under the table listening to everything he said to this boy.

"I was talking in your class," Harley said lowly while you slowly slid your hand up Jin's thigh until you reached his crotch and began to palm him through the pants that he was wearing. 

"T-That and you're in trouble because you were flirting with Yn in my class." Jin stumbled over his words a couple of times when he felt you pull him free from the confines of his pants and boxers. 

"There's no rule against it, sir,"

"And yet talking in my class is...So is distracting other students who are t-trying to learn." You smirked as you spat onto your hands, slowly beginning to pump your boyfriend's cock in your hand. Paying close attention to the tip of his dick that was red from how needy he had been since seeing you that morning. Jin had spotted you in the hallway of the college but couldn't exactly steal you away for a quickie in a broom closet or the two of you would get caught. Even now this was exceptionally dangerous. If Harley so much as even took a step toward JIn and looked down he would see that you were hidden under the desk. It wasn't visible from the front of the desk, just where Jin was sitting which was safe.

"Sir, if anything Yn was distracting me too." You froze when you felt Jin's thighs tensing up at the mention of it.

"How so?"

"She kept leaning closer to them and flirting with me." Jin shifted in his spot, lowering one hand under the desk as he suddenly took your jaw into his hand and pulled you closer to his cock. You knew exactly what he was wanting you to do and you knew that he was in no mood to be told no.

Slowly the lump in your throat you slowly began to open your mouth wide for him, you'd down this plenty of times and you knew that there was no way you were going to fit him all in your mouth but you were going to give it your best shot. You slowly glided his cock into your mouth, smirking at the salty taste of his precum before you began to take him to the back of your throat gently and did your best not to gag. It would be a major giveaway if you were to gag right in the open like this. 

"Tell me, what did she do?" Jin asked as he kept his hand on the back of your head, helping guide your head as he bucked a little - not wanting to make it obvious to Harley -

"She kept leaning forward to show me her boobs and when I was flirting she'd flirt back, so really she should be getting punished too," Jin smirked to himself, little did Harley know that this was your punishment. Jin began to move your head faster until your hands were gripping onto the edge of his seat and you were doing everything within your power not to gag. 

You moved your tongue up and down his length until you felt him twitch and you smirked to yourself. Not only was it punishment for you but for Jin, you knew that he liked to be vocal when you gave him oral.

"Don't worry, Yn will be getting her punishment," Jin told him as he held you down on him a little longer, his free hand clenching onto the mug in front of him before he let out a muffled groan. 

"Sir, you okay?" Harley asked nervously as Jin nodded his head, sweat was beginning to fall down his face,

"Just a little under the weather," He lied as you continued to take him to the back of your throat over and over again with brute force.

"Would you like me to get you anything?" There was desperation in Harley to try and help his professor or maybe even find an excuse to get out of the room but Jin didn't care. All he cared about was having you all to himself without having to hold back his moans.

"There's some medicine in my office, can you go and get me it?" The boy wasted no time in diving out of the office and Jin scarped his chair against the floor, rolling his head back in ecstasy as you moved your head faster around him,.

"Just like that, fuck! You're a dirty fucking girl," He told you as you looked up at him through your lashes, whimpering as he began to rock his cock into your mouth over and over again with a ruthless pace. You smiled around him, desperate to taste him in your mouth and Jin smirked down at you, he knew exactly what you wanted which was exactly what you weren't going to get.

"Going to cum all over that fucking face and you're going to sit back under that desk while I give my next fucking lesson," he grunted while thrusting into your mouth, your eyes widening at the thought.

"Hmm, you should have thought about that before you flirted with Harley." He grunted at you as h continued to fuck into your mouth, you gagged around him and he grunted. His cock throbbed inside of your mouth before he pulled out, pumping himself harshly as he released onto your face. 

You let out a small whimper as you caught the tiniest amount on your tongue, it wasn't enough to satisfy the craving that you had for him and Jin let out a deep laugh.

"No swallowing today my little cum slut," He informed you before he heard the door handle beginning to move.

"Get comfortable, princess." He told you before you scurried under the table and Jin arranged himself to look presentable again for the next lot of students he would be teaching.

YOONGI:

"I don't see why I had to be called into your office when it had absolutely nothing to do with me," You grumbled like a teenager in a bad mood, stopping in front of Yoongi's desk as he slammed and locked his door. After he'd seen that low-life flirting with you in class he hadn't been able to control his thoughts of the growing tightness in his pants.

"So what is it? Do I owe an extra report?" You quipped before Yoongi moved past you and shut the blinds so no one could see into his room. The action left you puzzled as you looked at him, Yoongi never shut the curtains when you were inside of his office.

"Yoongi?" You quizzed before he stood behind you and began to slowly kiss down your neck making you smirk. So you weren't in here because you were in trouble, Yoongi was just as needy for you as you were for him.

"I should have scolded him," He mumbled against your skin as you let out a small whine of appreciation, letting him know that you wanted him.

"But this is a better way of letting out my frustration," Yoongi suddenly bent you down against the desk and smirked as you let out a small squeal in the surprise of what he was doing. The two of you had never done it in his office since he was always so worried that the two of you were going to get caught but right now he didn't care. There was no rule against a college student and a professor dating, especially since there wasn't much of an age gap between the two of you either. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight," He told you as he slowly lifted up the skirt you were wearing and slapped his hand against your bare ass cheek, chuckling as you pushed your hips against the desk.

"Look at you, dripping wet for me." He hummed, running his fingers through your folds as you smiled weakly. You weren't in the mood for him to tease you, if he was going to do this you wanted him to actually fuck you. Not leave you wanting more from him before he sent you out of his office.

"P-Please, don't tease me." You begged before he slowly pulled his fingers away from you, frowning a little as he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Who said anything about teasing? I'm going to fuck you right here,"

"Y-Yoongi, don't make t-threats you won't keep, we both know you won't- holy fuck!" You cried out when you felt him push the head of his cock against your entrance until he pushed himself deeper into you. The stretch of his cock made your head spin and you let out a small hiss of his name as he chuckled darkly since you hadn't been expecting this today.

"That I won't what? fuck you in my office? Because I feel like doing it right now," He chuckled deeply before slowly pulling out of you only to slam back in harshly, your body slipped against the table sending things crashing to the floor and you cried out.

"Y-Yoongi, what if someone hears?!" You moaned out as you tried to keep yourself quiet. 

"Fucking let them, you're mine." He grunted as you let out a small moan of his name and did your best to stay standing upright. You clenched around him tightly as he mentioned that you were his, there was always something so hot about him telling you that.

"You're so fucking filthy, letting him flirt with you like that in class." He told you as he continued to fuck into you roughly and at a fast enough pace you could barely adjust to him being inside of you. Your hands gripped onto anything you could grasp and the desk moved softly, 

"Yoongi!" You cried out as you clenched around him, screaming into your hand as he continued to fuck you harshly, his lips finding your neck and biting down on your skin harshly. 

"I'm going to m-make you cum so hard all you'll know is my fucking name," He grunted as you nodded at him, whimpering over and over again as he continued his brutal pace against you.

"Leg up," He told you as you slowly began to raise one leg up to rest on the desk allowing him to hit at a deeper angle inside of you. Your entire body shuddered as you laid your chest down against the desk and cried his name out, 

"Y-Yoongi! Please...Please!" You moaned out as he began to reach down and around you to rub your clit making your whole body twitch against his touch.

"Please what?" He chuckled as he continued to move his fingers against your swollen clit, your mind going blank as you gave into the complete bliss you were feeling. With each thrust of his hips, you let out louder and more incoherent moans as he chuckles above you,

"You're doing so well baby," He praised as he continued to fuck into you, getting rougher until you could no longer hold it back. Your orgasm hit you like a wave and you crashed around him, you came around him clenching him tightly as he grunted. 

You let out small gasps as you tried to catch your breath and Yoongi quickly pulled out of you, taking you over to the sofa inside of his office and pulling you to rest against his chest.

"I got you," He told you while kissing the top of your head, your heartwarming at the aftercare he was giving to you. 

"I-I love you," You whispered tiredly as he smiled to himself, kissing your forehead.

"Love you too, angel." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours softly and letting you come down in his arms before he even thought about going back to work. Though he was sure he was going to have a lot of explaining to do, to the people in the office beside his.

HOSEOK:

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked when he saw you coming out of the shared room you had in something he would only describe as a date outfit. Something you would have worn if the two of you were going to a meal together and he hated to say it but the dress was far too short.

"I have a study thing," You told him while shrugging, going over to grab your keys from the key hook and turning to look back at him.

"I told you I had the study date with Ash and Pete," Hoseok ran the names through his head before his grip tightened on his pen. Pete was the name of one of the guys in his class that would constantly flirt with you in front of Hoseok, despite knowing that the two of you were together. 

"No," He mumbled, getting up from his position on the floor where he was grading papers and making his way over to you. 

"Yes, I did. I told you yesterday," You laughed, trying to make him remember the plan. Since he was going to be marking all day you were going to stay out of the way so as not to distract him from his job.

"No, I mean you're not going."

"I'm not in class Hobi, you can't tell me what I can and can't-oh," You gasped out at the end as you slowly felt his lips kissing up and down your neck, his hands gently took the keys from your grasp and dropped them down onto the counter,

"Hmm, no going out today." He told you while switching to kiss the opposite side of your neck, your mind going number as he continued to kiss you. 

"H-Hobi," You breathed out as he slowly took you toward the living room you shared. It was your third year in college and the two of you had deiced to move in together since you didn't have to hide your relationship. 

"You're mine," You giggled a little at his possessiveness but Hoseok wasn't finding any of this funny. He knew that Pete had a crush on you he made it obvious with his excessive need to flirt with you all of the time in Hoseok's classroom.

"I know I am, Pete knows-" You barely had enough time to tell him that Pete knew that you were Hoseok's before he pushed you down onto the sofa.

"Enough about Pete." He warned you as he quickly ripped the panties away from your body making you yell out at him,

"They were my favourite," You pouted at him, looking over at the torn fabric that was on the floor.

"I'll buy you more," He grumbled, growing impatient with each passing second. He chuckled as he tugged the dress up higher and parted your thighs, licking his lips slowly.

"All mine," He told you as he dragged you toward his face. You screamed out in surprise and gripped the sofa for support. The sight of Hoseok on his knees in front of you like this would bring you to orgasm on its own and you whimpered at the thought of it. 

"H-Hobi," You shivered as he began to slowly blow soft air onto your needy clit, your body shuddering as he smirked at you. 

"Yes?" He questioned, slowly starting to part you before his tongue darted out and teased you. Your back arched away from the sofa and he chuckled as he took your clit into his mouth. 

"Oh shit," You moaned out, your hands making their way to his hair as he began to chuckle, your clit vibrating as you gripped tighter onto his hair. 

"Shitting hell hobi!" You cried out as he continued to dive his tongue in and out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit as you moaned out his name. There was something different about the way he ate you out right now, something more primal and possessive. 

"I-If you didn't w-want me to see Pete, you should have said." You cried out but the mention of Pete's name only made Hoseok get rougher with you. He hooked his arms around your hips and pulled you so close it was like he buried deep inside of your cunt and you moaned out louder.

Your clit was beginning to ache as you felt your release building up inside of you, you wriggled beneath his grasp as Hoseok let out a deep chuckle.

"P-Please Hobi!" you begged out as he began to thrust his fingers deep inside of you, curling them up as he sucked your clit. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire and you were going to explode any second.

"Cum for me angel," He ordered as he continued to fuck his fingers until you until he hit that one spot that made your head spin. You writhed beneath him, your legs locking around him as you tried to pull him closer to your clit to ride out your entire high.

Once you came down you were left panting heavily on the sofa, Hoseok looked up at you with a devil-like smirk on his face,

"W-What?" You questioned when you saw him looking at you like that.

"Oh, this isn't over." He told you right before he attached himself once against your swollen and oversensitive clit as you cried out his name.

NAMJOON:

As soon as Namjoon showed up you knew exactly what all of this was about. That morning in his class your desk neighbour - Declan - had been flirting with you shamelessly in front of everyone. It was no big deal to you since it was something he did with almost anything that had a pulse. But to Namjoon it had rubbed him the wrong way.

"N-Namjoon," You cried out as he held onto your hips, smirking down at you as he looked into your eyes. From the moment he walked into your dorm he had been kissing you roughly before bringing you straight to the bedroom. He must have made you cum around 5 times already with only his mouth and fingers and yet he still wasn't done. There was one thing you adored about Namjoon and that was his stamina when it came to the bedroom, he never let up unless you were completely done and couldn't continue anymore. He had this need to satisfy you all of the time.

"You ready, darling?" He chuckled as you bucked against his cock, desperate to feel him deep inside of you. The two of you had been apart far too long and you were needy for your boyfriend. 

"Just fuck me already!" You yelled out in desperation rightbefore he slammed into you, you screamed out in surprise and pleasure and he chuckled. His thrusts were rough and fast as he fucked into you roughly, 

"F-Fuck!" You screamed out as you grabbed onto the headboard, digging your nails into the wood as it smacked against the wall behind it making you moan out. 

"J-Just like that baby, so tight and wet for me." He grunted as he continued to slam in and out of you, your eyes slipping shut as you cried his name out over and over again. You could barely think straight as he continued to fuck into you. Namjoon's hands gripped onto your hip as he groaned your name out.

"N-Namjoon!" You screamed as he suddenly began to hammer in and out of you, shoving you roughly against the bed as his fingers made their way to your clit. He wasted no time in rubbing against you as you cried out his name, your fingers clawing at his chest as you chased your release.

"S-Shit! Please!" You begged out as you felt the tension building up in the pit of your stomach, your whole body shaking as he continued to fuck deeply into you, smirking down as he continued his rough pace. The bed slammed into the wall and you knew the neighbours were going to complain again...that was when it hit you. The neighbour's but before you could think of speaking your orgasm ripped through you sending you shattering around Namjoon as you screamed his name out. Namjoon grunted until his hips slowly came to a stop and you felt him release inside of you. You were both breathing heavily when you sudden looked at him and over at the wall, 

"Really? You did all of that to let him know I'm taken?" You giggled tiredly, remembering that Declan lived right next door to your dorm and Namjoon flushed as he looked at you. 

"You're mine and he needed to be reminded of that," He told you before he slipped out of you and began to kiss you needily, 

"A-Again?" You questioned as you felt him growing hard against your thigh while giggling.

JIMIN:

The slideshow you were taking notes on stopped and you frowned, turning to look from the screen and down to your professor whose eyes were on the person sitting on your left,

"Mr Swan do I need to remind you again that the lesson is at the front of the class and now at Miss Yln's thighs?!" Jimin yelled out while slamming a book down onto his giant desk at the front of the lecture hall, you bit back a smirk as you realised that you were getting to Jimin. The outfit had been a little touch and go for a while and you weren't sure it had even interested the man until now when he was yelling at someone for staring at you.

"No...No sir, I was just...distracted," Aaron said from beside you as he shifted away and stared straight ahead at Jimin. You knew that Aaron had been staring but it wasn't as though you were even interested in him so it didn't matter, he could stare all he wanted.

"Distracted? By someone's thighs?" Jimin didn't sound convinced or happy that someone had been looking at what was his and you knew that under his cool facade as the professor of the class his blood was boiling.

"Yes sir...I-It's against college regulations to wear something so short." You dropped the pen from your hand and turned to stare at Aaron with a disgusted look on his face, of course, he was going to blame something like this on the way you dressed. It was exactly what people like him did when they got caught for something that they shouldn't have been doing.

"Why?" Jimin quizzed, of course, he knew why. The man had read the handbook forward and backwards since he was supposed to be scolding people for things that they were doing but it was college and he was slack on the rules a little.

"Because it can be a distraction to people," Aaron said with a smug smile while you shook your head and turned back to look at your boyfriend. There was no way Jimin was going to punish you for something like this when there were plenty of other people that dressed the same way as you.

"Lowlifes like you who sit and stare because they've never touched a real woman." Jimin snapped before the class started to erupt into laughter. Leave it to your boyfriend to embarrass someone in the lesson and leave you smirking to yourself but the smirk didn't go unnoticed by Jimin.

"Nevertheless, I want an extra report from both of you on today's lesson." The pen dropped from your hand and you stared back at Jimin,

"What?!" You yelled out causing all eyes to fall onto you, why would you have to write a report when you had simply worn an outfit?

"Sir, I didn't even do anything." There was a twitch under Jimin's eye at the mention of you calling him "sir" and he shook his head, refusing to look at you while he went back to his laptop to play the slides.

"You're wearing something against the dress code, if you're really that bothered by it see me after the class is over." You knew exactly what that meant and you smirked to yourself, wondering how far you were going to be able to push it with Jimin before he snapped again in class. 

Shifting a little in your seat you spread your legs to let Jimin know that there was nothing under your thin skirt that you were wearing and you saw his throat bob up and down.  It was going to be a long 45-minute lesson but you were going to enjoy every second of teasing him for it.

[X]

"What was that about, hmm?" Jimin asked as you smirked, your hands were palm down on his desk while you stood with your ass pointed outward and your skirt was resting up on your lower back. 

"I wore something I thought looked cute," You told him, playing dumb to what he was asking you but a quick and swift slap was against your ass making you hiss out. 

"Flirting with Aaron? Flashing me the fact that you had no underwear on!" He told you before he ran his hand over your cunt, his finger slowly trailing through your folds and smirking as your hips bucked toward his hand. 

"You're fucking soaking, was this for that stupid boy?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers finding your clit and slowly beginning to massage you in small circles as you moaned out lowly.

"N-No, sir." You rasped out, your fingers gripping onto the edges of the table as he chucked darkly, 

"All for me?" He whispered, his lips slowly trailing down your neck as you nodded your head at him desperate to try and get something from him. 

"You know, if I was allowed to date a student of mine I would leave bite marks all over your pretty skin." He told you before biting down softly on your shoulder, your hips bucking once again as he continued to massage your clit in small fast circles that were making your knees weak.

"Jimin please," Your voice barely came out as a whisper, you were too desperate to wait around for him to decide to be inside of you. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

"Please, what angel?" He chuckled darkly, thrusting two fingers into your soaking cunt as you let out a loud moan before quickly covering your mouth with one of your hands. The room wasn't exactly soundproof and the doors didn't lock which meant someone could walk in here at any moment and you clenched around his fingers at the thought of that. Jimin groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him and he curled his fingers deep inside of you, thrusting them harshly and roughly as you let out small moans of his name. It was amusing to see you gripping onto the table as though it was a lifesaver and Jimin continued to thrust his fingers.

"P-Please fuck me." You croaked out before he chuckled, his movements stopped suddenly and you whined trying to roll your hips back to meet his hands but he simply slipped his fingers out from you and took big steps back.

"Jimin," You hissed, turning around to look at him and watching as he cleaned his fingers off with his mouth.

"Your punishment for flirting and wearing no underwear." He told you before he looked over at the door and nodded to it, 

"I have another class... See you at my place tonight, another punishment will be waiting for you," He smirked and you gathered all of your things up as you headed for the door,

"Oh! No touching yourself, I want you to ache all day at the thought of me." He told you while you whined at him for being so mean to you and headed out of the classroom.

TAEHYUNG:

It had been an innocent question put forward by someone who was in your class and now you were in your professor's office and he slapped his hand against your ass making you hiss out his name.

"Isn't it down to me if I accept or not?" You questioned him while giggling a little, Taehyung was pissed all because Misha had questioned about shooting you for the next photography assignment. Which Taehyung had been the one to set. 

"I feel like he needs reminding who you belong to," Taehyung told you as you moaned out when he pushed himself against you to show you how hard he was. 

"You're going to ride me," He told you as he got into his chair and smirked at you, there was going to be one way to prove to people who you belonged to.

"Right in here?" You asked, glancing to the door that had a large pane of clouded glass but it wouldn't leave much to the imagination,

"Right here," He told you as you slowly pushed down the panties you were wearing and got onto the chair with him, whimpering a little as he moved.

"I got you, baby," He chuckled as he pressed his cock against your entrance, you cried out a little and rocked against him trying to sink down onto him but he stopped you. 

"I want you loud, I want everyone to know who owns this fucking pussy." He told you as you let out a croaked "yes". Taehyung laughed softly before letting you drop down onto him, your moans coming out loud as he stretched you out around his cock. He was always so big and you were always so tight to him, 

"T-Taehyung," You moaned out as he held onto you, enjoying the feeling of you gripping around him tightly as you slowly began to rock your hips against him. Your moans filled the small room as your pace sped up, you didn't want to slow down to savour this moment you just needed him.

"Taehyung!" You moaned out as your hands fell onto his shoulders to steady yourself, 

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl," He ordered as he leaned back in his chair, watching you as he slowly began to rub your clit with his thumb. Your body rolled with every movement and you cried out with him buried deep inside of you. 

"Shit! Taehyung," you whimpered pathetically, as you felt your orgasm getting closer to you. Taehyung chuckled knowing you'd never be able to fully make yourself come undone around him. He slowly began to thrust up, gripping onto you as he made his thrusts hard and fast. Staring into your eyes as he gets rougher with you, 

"You're going to cum aren't you princess? All over my cock to let that dumbass know you're taken," He grunted out, his jealously getting the better of him as his thrusts somehow got harder as he looked at you and chuckled.

"I'm so close." You whimpered and he chuckled when he noticed shadows outside of the glass, he wasn't going to stop for anyone and he continued his rock thrusts. 

"Cum for me" he whispered in your ear, and just like that - as if you were under voice control you came around him. Bucking needily against him as he continued to fuck into you, finishing deep side of you as you let out a small whimper. You laid your sweaty head on his shoulder and giggled a little.

"what's so funny?" Taehyung asked defensively as you looked up at him through half-open eyes, there was something you hadn't exactly told him about Misha.

"Misha is gay," You told him before you heard knocking at the door, that was more than likely going to be other students wanting help.

"O-Oh...T-That was why he'd asked you?" You nodded and smirked a little, slowly sliding off him as you went to go and clean yourself up in his office bathroom leaving him to deal with your classmates.

JUNGKOOK:

Things between you and Jungkook were hidden and for good reason. Relationships between a student and a professor in college were frowned upon a lot so the two of you were trying to keep your situation together low-key.

"Jungkook" You whined out when he licked up your slit, your body tensing up as you did your best to stay quiet. The two of you were in the middle of the college parking lot and your classmates were right outside, all it would take was for one of them to open the door and find the two of you together. 

"I should have fucked you right in front of him," He grumbled before he licked you up and down slowly, dragging his tongue all over your pussy and sucking on your slit as you arched your back away from the seats. The "him" to which he was referring was one of your classmates - Jamie - who had shamelessly been flirting with you in front of everyone while you had tried to ignore him. Only Jungkook had gotten jealous and wanted to prove to everyone that you belonged to someone, even if he couldn't let it be known it was him.

"I-I didn't flirt back," You moaned out as he began to tug your clit between his teeth, your hands shot around your mouth as you looked up at the window to see Jamie standing right there. Your whole body went numb as Jungkook continued to eat you out quickly. Your pussy throbbing at the excitement that this was putting you through, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. You'd blown him in his office while he was talking to another teacher, he'd fingered you in the middle of a student's presentation. The two of you could never get enough of one another.

"P-Please," You whispered as he pulled your legs over his shoulders and dragged you closer to him, licking, sucking and biting down on your clit over and over again while his fingers thrust inside of you.

"so fucking tight for me," Jungkook smirked as you moaned out against your hands, doing your best not to scream too loudly and draw attention to the car.

"J-Jungkook," You hissed at him but you stopped as he slid his tongue inside of you, diving in and out of you while his hand worked on your clit., You rolled your hips up to meet him and your eyes screwed shut as he delve deeper into you. 

"Yes!" You cried out loudly, your eyes widening as you came around him. Your orgasm erupted inside of you like a volcano leaving you shaking in the process. Sounds from outside of the car stopped and your whole body clenched as you tried to stop yourself from screaming. Your ankles dug into Jungkook's back, bringing him against you more as you rode out your high and he let out a small chuckle as he carefully cleaned you up with his tongue.

"Relax baby, they're gone." Jungkook chuckled when he saw your eyes lingering at the window to check if anyone was around.

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[cinamun]

I’m having to put on my big gworl panties to unpack MerSean…

I think the only ship these two should explore should be friendship. Do I like the fact that Sean has managed to finally uproot himself from the indent he has left in his couch for a night out? Absolutely

Do I fear for Sean’s (and Mercy’s) health and well being if they do a thing: Absolutely

Boffum need to heal but not together, in that way. I feel Mercy should find some new unproblematic, good dick from someone else. Like there’s gotta be someone else just kickin’ it at Sky Fitness or the Cupcake stand in Uptown…or like The Art Gallery or something. Getting in bed with Sean is too close comfort. I want to save the good sis the time & energy before she gives it away.

Not even making this be about Jay but I feel like he would lose it. Going from Bishop to Sean, just might send him to an early grave. But even his feelings aside…Sean just got off the couch. We don’t need any more “soul ties” (if that’s the right word) with unhealed/mentally unstable (respectfully) men. Especially since she’s had a taste of freedom for what…like 2 weeks…and idk if we can even call it freedom because she’s not fully outta the clear. She’s confident…and having a good time with her girl Indy but…in the clear…far from it. 👀

The ship I do think she should explore: that music teacher position at Copperdale that miss girl had been eying. I think her tickling the ivories at that funeral is the real reason miss ma’am is living her most confident-infused best life. Them keys put some pep in our girls step, we can’t deny that.

*Please feel free to give me a better word for mentally unstable, if you have one. 💛

Its the practical rationale for me Chae!!!

Because look, the good brotha Sean literally just buried his boy (rip to the homie). While its nice to get off the couch (he says as much to Darren) and get out, have a lil fun (see the hint of a smile on the Harley), we don't need to rush into anything. Sean is still seeing the good Doc about 3 times a week and its going to take awhile for the Doc to work on YEARS of projecting, trauma, feelings of failed parenting and now loss. Sean has work to do.

And did Mercy ever have an outlet after the passing of Mr. Jackson Carruthers, Jazz Pianist? Perhaps not... she couldn't even be found when Georgie passed away and Bertie really needed her. She buries her own feelings and feels like she deserves punishment. That just doesn't go away after one bomb ass night out with a bad ass bestie.

She still has baggage and the tag says Bishop. The flesh is weak.

I'm so glad you mentioned the Music Teacher that Mercy very much wanted to be but was told "I don't want you working". Chile....

And here comes her son, Professor of the Pianistic Arts at Britechester, always a waiting list to enroll in his course because he LOVES what he does and the students LOVE that. I digress....

All very, VERY good points to soak in as we imagine the possibilities of these two very complicated characters.

#chae with the big girl drawls! #we love that #story stuff #long post

[howlingday]

Mamma Harley Arc AU:

Jaune is strapped down to a chair, being interrogated by his Uncle Bruce to coax the Joker side of him out while his friends are watching from the other side of 1 way glass

Jaune's Somber Delivery

Once Bruce arrived on Remnant, he tracked down Jaune using the nanites in his system. This led him to an unowned farmhouse outside the city of Vale. It had been maintained and used by the city as a Halloween haunted house, retelling ghost stories and using the barn as a sort of "party" location for dancing and refreshments while the house was repurposed for haunted effects.

In his Batsuit, he made short work of ambushing Jaune, who had been in the basement, trying to recreate Joker Toxin. Jaune's condition was getting worse, but thankfully he didn't have nearly enough ingredients to simulate the effects.

Batman had been careful in knocking Jaune unconcious. When Harley arrived with Ozpin and the police, she begged him to keep Jaune safe while she and Batman destroyed any trace of the lab. Ozpin agreed, and took Jaune to the police interrogation room, keeping him monitored at all times until Batman arrived.

The time was 4:02 in the morning, and Jaune woke up to a horrible nightmare.

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'Jaaaaune~!' A voice cooed in his ears.

"M-Mom?" His mother often did voices when he was growing up. It was a voice he never heard, but felt it was familiar, so he thought it was her doing a voice. "Mom?"

'Guess again, Junior.' The voice replied. 'Wakey-wakey! It's time you met your new best friend.'

Jaune stirred, but noticed he couldn't move anything except his head. His hands were shackled behind his back, and his legs to the floor and the chair he was seated in. Looking up, he was blinded by the light and winced. Then a shadow casted over him and blocked the light.

"Jaune Arc." His heart stopped at the shadow's voice.

He remembered a story his mother told him when he misbehaved. She warned him of a man who lurked in the shadows and preyed on those who would misbehave. A bogeyman that made Jaune quake in fear whenever his mother warned him of the consequences of doing wrong.

'If you don' behave, eventually da Batman is gonna getcha!'

"Answer me, Jaune Arc." Batman spoke, his voice grim and intimidating.

"B-Batman..." Jaune shivered.

"You have a lot to answer for, Jaune Arc." Jaune gulped. "And I expect you to answer me every single time."

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Ozpin, Glynda, and Harley watch from the other side of the glass. It was always strange for Harley to be on this side. Even when Gordon hired her for official police business, it felt off that she was on the side not being watched.

"I'm... I'm sorry it had to be this way, Doctor Quinn." Ozpin spoke.

Harley didn't answer. She kept her eyes on her little boy as he shivered under the intimidating gaze of the man behind the mask. It was a bittersweet feeling for her. Positive note was Harley got to see that her son listened to her from a young age. Negative note, however, was she saw how well those stories worked on her son.

"Can I get you anything?" Professor Goodwitch offered as she stood next to Ozpin.

"Hot chocolate." Harley answered. "With graham cracker an two cinnamon sticks." She didn't take her eyes off the glass. "Leave the whipped cream in the can."

Nodding, Professor Goodwitch stepped out, leaving Harley alone with Ozpin to watch her son's interrogation.

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"Oh, Professor Goodwitch." Ren perked up.

"Is Jaune okay?" Pyrrha asked.

"Who was that creepy guy in the onesie?" Nora asked.

Professor Goodwitch ignored them all, swiftly moving down the hall to the rest of the police station. The team slumped back into their seats. Ren returned to reading his magazine while Pyrrha stared at the two doors with Nora.

"Do you think she knows him?" Nora asked.

"The man in the black suit?" Nora nodded at Pyrrha. "I don't think so. He's someone Doctor Quinn knows, though."

"Do you think he's Jaune's uncle?" Nora asked.

"If he is, it would explain a lot." The two looked to Ren. "Remember Jaune's 'The Huntsman' phase?"

"Yeah, I remember!" Nora giggled.

Pyrrha sighed. "I don't think even him or the Red Huntress can compare to him, though. It's hard to describe, but..."

"He has a lot of anger inside him." Ren said. "He's definitely a dangerous opponent if we fought him."

"I just hope he's helping Jaune." Pyrrha said.

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"ANSWER ME!" Batman roared. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING THAT BASEMENT?!"

"I- I don't know!" Jaune cowered, tears in his eyes. "I swear, I don't know! I just woke up!" Batman kicked the table, making it, and Jaune, jump. "Please! I don't know! I swear-!"

"SWEAR TO ME!" Batman roared in his face.

"I'M JUST DOING WHAT I'M TOLD!" Jaune sobbed. The room filled with the sounds of his heaving an sniffling. "I just... I don't know what happened. I went to bed last night, and when I woke up, I was in here." Batman grabbed his collar. "No, please!"

"Hey, no hands, Bat-Brain!"

"Harley, NO!" Batman whirled his head to the glass.

"M-Mom?" Jaune looked behind Batman. "Mom! Help me!"

'That's it. There's mommy.' The voice whispered. 'Go ahead. Call for mommy. Beg for her to help."

"Mom! Please, help me!" Batman raised his fist high in the air, ready to strike!

But then stopped. Looking down at the teenage boy, he saw the same blue eyes he saw when he visited Remnant. He faltered for a moment, but it was enough to make Jaune pass out.

Bruce watched as Jaune's head lolled back, his terrified, blue eyes rolling back. His eyelids fluttered to life shortly after and a wide grin grew across his face. A horrible, disgusting, sickening, and all too familiar giggle escaped his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah~!" Jaune snicked. "That's right, Batsy. No touching the bear cub while momma's watching." Jaune threw his head back, cackly wildly.

Batman let go of Jaune and turned to Harley behind the mirror.

"Hello, mommy~!" Jaune called past Batman. "I'd like to come out now! I'm all tuckered out from my play date with Batman~!" Jaune giggled.

The intercom clicked and whined as Harley's voice echoed throughout their tiny room.

"...Do it, Bats."

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Batman turned around and threw his cape up high. As it descended, the sound of bone cracking filled the rooms. He stepped away, showing Jaune's unconcious body as his head sagged down, blood dribbling from his mouth. A broken jaw. An instant knockout. Jaune would wake up in pain and would have to be closely monitored, but he was alive.

"...I'm sorry, Harley."

The door opened as Professor Goodwitch returned with two mugs of hot chocolate, a stack of graham crackers, two cinnamon sticks, and can of whipped cream.

Harley shoved the woman aside, taking the can of whipped cream with her as she stormed past the kids waiting outside. A police officer tried to stop her, and Harley punched them in the face. Officers swarmed over Harley, and she knocked them all back like they were nothing.

Compared to Gotham cops, they were.

She was about to strike her sixth cop when her arm stopped mid-swing. She turned, swinging her can of whipped cream right into Batman's face. The can dented, but didn't break, and Batman remained unharmed. She reared back to swing again, but had been restrained as Batman wrapped his arms around her.

She struggled for a bit, then dropped the can, wrapping her arms around the Dark Knight and sobbing into him. She hated him for what he did, but she hated herself even more for letting it happen.

But the one person she could never hate was her baby boy.

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"How about... Vert?" Harley asked as she sat in bed at Gotham General Hospital, a baby boy cooing in her arms. She shook her head. "Nah, dat sounds like a truck. How about... Blank?" The baby just squirmed. "Yeah, dat don' sound good, neither."

She rounded names off in her head. She wanted to name him something fancy and colorful. Her son wasn't going to introduce himself as something as bland and boring as Chuck Quinn. She looked to her left at the "French for Flunkies" open to a color wheel, a french word next to each color.

Suddenly, she was blinded as a golden light shined on the page. She looked away to her son, who was smiling at the funny face his mother made. Her heart melted. He was like a sunshine in her life. She looked to the book again.

"Jon-E?" Harley read, then looked at the pronunciation. "Oh, Jaune." She smiled at his name. "Jaune." She looked at her baby. "Jaune Quinzel," she cooed, "a perfect name fer da perfect baby."

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[fairymascot]

Which comics or media do you like with Poison Ivy? Genuinely, I want to see the take on the character you like.

hi anon, thanks for the ask! :)

the definitive version of the character for me is in the harley quinn animated series! it's also one of my favorite takes on harley, their relationship with each other, and honestly the batman universe in general. if you want to give it a go, though, do note it's very much an Adult Animated Series TM with lots of violence, gore, foul language, and crude/off-color humor. people can be put off by it, but as someone who normally can't stand that type of series, i've found it carries itself with considerable elegance. it's genuinely funny and has remarkably good character development, many emotional moments, and great development for harley and ivy. so if you have the stomach for this kind of show, i definitely recommend it.

when it comes to comics:

gotham city villains anniversary giant: a villain-centric anthology that includes an ivy oneshot by g. willow wilson, serving as a prequel for ivy's current ongoing miniseries. featuring beautiful, delicate art and incredibly poignant and gripping writing, wilson does an amazing job of getting into ivy's head and sharing her inner world with the reader. she's deeply troubled, more plant than person, part gorgeous ethereal forest spirit and part terrifying bog witch-- but ultimately still incapable of burying her own humanity. if you only read one thing out of this list, read this!

poison ivy 2022: the aforementioned continuation of the above story, it's fantastic for all the same reasons. only one issue out of six is currently out, but for once in my life where dc comics are involved, i have very high hopes!

more under the cut--

secret origins: gardener is the current canon origin story for ivy in the main continuity, told from the pov of her college girlfriend turned also-ecoterrorist, bella garten. the art is lush and gorgeous, ivy is shown in an extremely sympathetic light (bella might be MILDLY biased), and it reinforces her romantic relationship with harley from early on. i'd say my only fault with it is that it insists on her relationship with woodrue being mutual and romantic, instead of y'know, her college professor exploiting her, conducting inhumane experiments on her and ruining her life. still, though, a great read! 

poison ivy: thorns is a young adult reimagining of her origin story, including gorgeous shoujo manga-esque art, an original female love interest for ivy, and a story that makes her equal parts sympathetic and fearsome. on its own, it's not exactly groundbreaking literature -- the plot is fairly predictable, the romance is shallow -- but as an ivy story, it's a gem. it focuses on her trauma & her craving for human intimacy that's ultimately eclipsed by her connection to the green, and spins a narrative of a victim that learns to stand up for herself and take revenge on those who've wronged her.

catwoman: soulstealer is another ya retelling, this time focusing on-- you guessed it-- catwoman. despite being clumsy at times (the comic adaptation has a bad habit of slapping entire paragraphs from the novel directly onto the page) and featuring a wholly uninteresting romance between selina and batwing (apparently that’s a real guy?), it's also got some of the best sirens content dc's ever put out. selina's budding friendship with ivy and harley is one of the focal points of the book, and the two of them are fully fledged, engaging characters in their own right. they're all just starting out in their villain careers here, and ivy is young, optimistic, and confident, her character focused less on the trauma of becoming poison ivy and more on the ways it's empowered her. (she's still, however, very weak for harley, and desperate for friendship). a very sweet and enjoyable take, if you skim through the dragging/cluttered sections. the art and designs are top notch, too!

dc pride 2021: features a short harlivy story by mariko tamaki and amy reeder which, despite being around twelve pages long, manages to nail so much of what makes their relationship great. it shows them bantering, arguing, revealing their vulnerabilities, and talking out major issues in their relationship that seem so obvious and yet have basically never come up in mainline canon. it was really great to see. plus, the art rocks!

dc: love is a battlefield: a romance-based anthology featuring a harlivy short, detailing the evolution of their relationship through the years. though it's condensed into a handful of pages, it shows probably my favorite 'redemption arc' for ivy-- in which she gets older, mellows out (in big part due to harley's influence, but also, i think, just due to the passage of time), batman and the justice league also mellow out, and then they kinda meet halfway when they realize that by compromising, they can join forces and actually make the world a better place. on the whole, it's a very sweet, emotional story.

though she’s only a supporting character in them, and they’re still ongoing series so who knows how they’ll turn out, the alternate universe titles knights of dark steel and catwoman: lonely city feature great takes on ivy, as well.

you’ll notice practically all of these recs are standalone, and don’t require immersion in any of the bigger canon titles to read. this is because getting into the meat of comic continuity is a nightmare process that is simply not worth anyone’s energy or time. there are a few points in mainline canon where i've enjoyed her characterization, like the everyone loves ivy arc starting in batman vol 3 #41, or the harley quinn and poison ivy 2019 miniseries. in my personal opinion, though, the majority of main canon arcs are so bogged down with crap that it’s just not worth it. they sprawl across a billion titles, featuring heaps of characters i don’t care about, and the plot itself is usually nonsensical at best. but yeah! if you’re interested in ivy, this list should keep you busy for a while! hope ya dig :”)

#askbox #text #poison ivy #dc comics #recs #harlivy

[scarecrowdrugs]

Shivers Scarecrow Lore

Backstory mostly takes cues from Year One, along with Masters of Fear. He’s got trust issues cause of it, to say the least.

Roughly mid to late 40s by the time Damian’s been established as Robin

Semi-closeted bisexual. He’s someone who went to school in the Deep South in the 80s/90s and he was raised by a great grandmother who would absolutely have killed him if he ever outed himself. Jonathan knows how dangerous it was to be a bisexual man back in the day. It’s mostly unknown to the regular public, but somewhat known to some of the Rogues.

Grew up with a fairly thick Georgia accent, but he started training it out once he moved to Gotham, mostly due to a combo of people making assumptions about him due to it and because he really doesn’t want people digging into his history in Arlen. It’s mostly undetectable nowadays, but it will slip out if you get him flustered or annoyed enough.

He’s never gotten a formal diagnosis, but he’s been fairly certain since college that he’s autistic. Some of his stims include leg tapping, finger snapping, pen clicking, and hand flapping (usually only if he gets really excited). Some of his special interests include old medical journals, antique medical equipment, and book collecting.

Former psychology professor at Gotham University, with a healthy amount of published work. The question of whether or not citing his work is actually ethical is a common safety concern.

He’s not an actual licensed therapist, but he occasionally poses as one for the research opportunity. He’s actually managed to recruit at least two people as his henchmen this way.

He’s (sort of) a dad! I mean, murdering your mom and her husband and then impulsively stealing your half-sister counts, right? In his defense, he actually made an effort with Clarice. Kinda.

For all his many, many faults as a person, he’s genuinely grown to love Clarice. Yes, he killed her mother. Yes, she’s stabbed him in the gut once. All that being said, going after her is an absolute guarantee that you’re going to get butchered by the Scarecrow. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his little girl.

Absolute epitome of violent devotion. Unconditional love is something that he didn’t realize he was capable of or being shown. He’s a man who’s just learnt the concept of having actual human attachments and it’s resulted in him leaving claw marks in everyone he loves. Having Jonathan Crane in your life comes with the knowledge that he will kill anyone just to keep you safe.

That being said, he’s still one of the more dangerous Rogues for a reason. He doesn’t have that many hard limits with who he targets, and he’s definitely going to go out of his way to ruin your life if he feels like he’s been slighted.

Jonathan is a fairly okay cook if he actually wants to make an effort, but he’s usually too busy with research to remember to feed himself. He’s usually at his healthiest when he has someone else to feed. The man does make a pretty damn good potato soup.

Completely unironic enjoyer of shitty gas station coffee; we’re talking the absolute worst, most burnt coffee you can find. If it doesn’t come in a shitty Styrofoam cup, he ain’t interested.

He’s usually on fairly good terms with Riddler, Mad Hatter, and Harley, with the former being the one he’s on the best terms with. Eddie’s his usual go-to in case for a place to stay during emergencies. In Jervis’s case, it’s more of case of wanting to study him like an insect. In Harley’s case, he gets along with her due to briefly having her in his class for a semester back in the Gotham University days.

Scriddler is sort of canon here, albeit not as a romantic relationship. It’s more like a friends with benefits situation, not to mention the fact that Jonathan’s seen how messy Eddie can get when dating someone.

Very tall, we’re talking around 6′6″ tall and he wears lifts in his costume to give himself an extra inch or two in height. it’s all about the Looming, baby!

He enjoys a fairly wide range of musical genres, including bluegrass, outlaw country, swing, gothic rock, and new wave. He’s also a huge David Byrne fan, along with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. 

Despite his height and general lankiness, he’s way more flexible than most people think. He’s made at least one escape attempt by crawling through an air vent. Not to mention the fact that he’s able to do some Alien: Isolation shit!

Scarecrow isn’t really a separate personality, but he does actively cultivate a different vibe when he’s Full Scarecrow Mode, somewhat similar to the concept of method acting. Everything from the way he talks to the way he walks is a performed action that he’s put intensive work into. He has a very particular gait he uses when actively stalking a person; he tends to start walking on the balls of his feet, really making his footsteps as loud as possible. He’ll also make certain vocalizations, mostly a mixture of soft hisses and a particular Predator-esque click. If he really wants to fuck with someone, he’s bringing out the Blixa Bargeld screams.

Jonathan’s really going for the idea that Scarecrow is something that isn’t quite human, and he’s very proud of the effect this has on people.

#shiversverse #jonathan crane #child abuse tw #homophobia tw #yes I made the guy who tried to kill his sister in the original comic a father figure what of it???? #this man lives rent free in my head #it's important to note that Clarice also inherited the Blixa Bargeld screaming

[gothamcitycentral]

your top 5 batman rogues for the send me a character and i’ll list thing

That’s be Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow, Man-Bat, and Bane! But since I’ve done Bane already, I’ll throw in Harley to complete the Sirens

Killer Croc

Favorite thing about them

Everything I love his theming with humanity

Least favorite thing about them

Not so great explanations on his… crocodilian-ness. Originally he had a skin-condition which kinda worded for what he was at the time, but not so much when he was 10 feet tall. Then he had “reptilian activism” which is… so bad I can’t even articulate it.

Favorite line

In Joker’s Asylum: Beauty and the Best, “… They’re the monsters… not me…. Put me back”. I can just so easily imagine with whole body shaking, voice quaking with devastation. It hurts my heart every time.

brOTP

Him and Ivy!

OTP

Definitely him and June Moone

nOTP

I don’t like him with Orca or him with Harley

Random headcanon

He’s used a stake as a toothpick before.

Unpopular opinion

Killer Croc designs with human mouths don’t look him.

Song i associate with them

This Animal I Have Become by Three’s Day Grace

Favorite picture of them

Poison Ivy

Favorite thing about them

Honestly I just like plants. Though I also love how she has an inverted struggle with humanity. While most mutated characters try to maintain their sense of being human, Poison Ivy instead wants to shed it.

Least favorite thing about them

All of her backstories where she sleeps with her college professor.

Favorite line

“They can bury me in the ground, as deep as they like. But I'll grow back.” Not crazy or anything, but I like it.

brOTP

Her and Croc, like I said. I also like her and Bruce being friends.

OTP

I’m basic, her and Harley. I also think her and Selina are pretty funny together.

nOTP

Her and Batman. Just no

Random headcanon

Poison Ivy is effectively immortal, when it comes to dying of old age. When her body should die of age, it instead regrows. Every time this happens she becomes more plant and wood like.

Unpopular opinion 

Feminine fatal Poison Ivy is really boring and generic

Song i associate with them

Poison by Alice Cooper and Its the End of the World as We Know It by R.E.M.

Favorite picture of them

Scarecrow

Favorite thing about them

A character who debuted as a man who dresses as a scarecrow and was fired from his job as a college professor because he shot a gun in his classroom evolved into one of the most queer coded Batman characters.

Least favorite thing about them

He can be pretty egotistical I guess.

Favorite line

“When the dawn comes, when Gotham lies in ruin and I turn my gaze to the world beyond, the legend of the Batman will be worth nothing at all...”

brOTP

Him and Harley! Psychology buddies!

OTP

That’d be him and Bane. Evil chemists loving each other and committing atrocities <3

nOTP

Not a fan of Mad Hatter and him, mainly because I don’t like Mad Hatter. And him and Riddler is too much white twink for my diet.

Random headcanon

Learned how to barley play an acoustic guitar to harmonize with his birds

Unpopular opinion

“Scarecrow is definitely Ace” this is the horniest old man I have ever seen

Song i associate with them

… This is Halloween, kinda

Favorite picture of them

Man-Bat

Favorite thing about them

Frankly I just think bats are cool animals I am an easy person to please

Least favorite thing about them

Kirk can be written as a pretty boring guy a lot of the time, unfortunately.

Favorite line

Something along the lines of “Well, I believe it should work, but I did turn myself into a bat, so-“

brOTP

I don’t think Kirk has friends. I guess you can count that magic squad team up Wonder Woman organized (no, I don’t know why he qualified).

OTP

Again, basic, but I think him and Francine can be pretty sweet together. Even if I find them divorcing funny.

nOTP

I suppose I’m not a big fan and him and Bruce.

Random headcanon

Post transformation he’ll occasionally wake up, drenched in sweat, and the taste of blood in his mouth. He vomits in the sink.

Unpopular opinion

All “Batman is a furry jokes” should go to him.

Song i associate with them

Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun, by Get Scared.

Favorite picture of them

I love Kirk covering the Batsignal

Harley Quinn

Favorite thing about them

I love this whole identity and personally Harley crafted for herself to ignore her trauma

Least favorite thing about them

Sometimes she just shows up in things she shouldn’t.

Favorite line

When she first appear in Jame Gunn’s Suicide Squad and announced she just took a shit

brOTP

Her and Bruce would be iconic

OTP

Again, Harlivy. Though most Harley ships are pretty enjoyable.

nOTP

…Joker

Random headcanon

She will brand for hair if she gets the opportunity.

Unpopular opinion

So I think her “new age” designs are fine as long as they maintain the diamond motif and aren’t too “this is just underwear”.

Song i associate with them

Blood // Water by granson. Well, Into the Knight Harley, but still.

Favorite picture of them

Thanks!

#my asks #killer croc #waylon jones #poison ivy #pamela isley #scarecrow #jonathan crane #man bat #kirk langstrom #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #long post

[harley-the-pancake]

This is just a post to try and keep things organized on my blog. If you want to know my pronouns, name I go by, age, etc, just look in my bio. I just reblog and post whatever I want.

I don’t have an official dni, I just don’t give a fuck half the time, as long as you aren’t a dick to others, you can stay

I also don’t mind people using ideas that I have, making things off of the ideas or fics I have, or tagging me in silly @ games.

I also have a second account I occasionally use as a studyblr, which is Pancake-tries-college.

My AO3 is Pancake_Overlord

My pfp is made by a picrew from @wervty

Important sorting tags:

#vent chai latte - posts that are vents or emotional (I don’t always use it I am gonna be honest)

#diary posting - a new tag I’ll be using when I ramble about emotions, meds or just more personal things that are not about my school or friends (LATER HARLEY UPDATE: It is also becoming a bit of less fun school stuff tag, eg talking with professors, getting homework done, etc)

#Into the datemate pile - a tag that I use just to save & share things with my datemate, who does not have an active tumblr

#ph anon of the opera - my ask tag. It does not matter if you are anon or no, you are all ph anon in my eyes hearts (I also have a tendency of hoarding my asks but be free to still send me asks)

#ask game - just replies I’m saving from like descriptions of me or ask games

Tell me if I need to tag anything for you

From @hee-blee-art

Posts that I feel like sharing:

A post I made about saving Rats SMP vods and led to some decent archives. I did nothing, but it has the link to the document that has a whole lot of links so!

A post I made with a document that I use to save a whole lot of MCC vods and a few VODs I have saved myself

Not an important post, however it’s a post I love and I want to keep on my pinned for when I want to see. It entails some games of One Night Ultimate Werewolf for my datemate’s birthday

This isn’t a post of mine, but I wanted to save Tumblr fairy tales

A ramble on the life series from my datemate. Read it. This is a threat /silly

A list of things to cheer anyone up ^-^

Candy for any trick or treaters who don’t want to send an ask

Best video ever

Datemate poll

#ask game #into the datemate pile

[jwowwsboobs]

what kind of tattoos do they have? what are their dream cars? what were their childhoods like? what were their favorite novels? would u say that jack is doomed by the narrative?

what kind of tattoos do they have? 

gale has a black flag tat on her left shoulder n a bunch of random stick n pokes on her left forearm in the early 80s. after abt '87 she stopped maintaining them n in late '88, early '89 got a desert sleeve on her right and left forearms,  something similar to this. the right arm was day and the left was night. she also has a venom welcome to hell tat she got a few years (87 iirc?) after jack passed away on her right shoulder blade and the artery tattoo i mentioned yesterday (anatomical heart pierced by 5 swords in a pentagram shape w an A carved into it) on her left also in 87

ronnie got flowers on her right thigh in 83/84 and the artery tat at the same time as gale! they went together n had a good cry abt it

jack & max never got any but jack did joke about getting a venom welcome to hell tattoo

what are their dream cars? 

they were all kind of basic LOL gale just wanted a baby blue mustang, but she was more into bikes (lovedddd modding her harley esp in the late 80s n into the modern day).

ronnie bought the bands van ('81 ford ecoline), wanted a '68 pink mustang convertible, pink corvette convertible, (probably a 74 or 72) n a bmw. i think she got the z1 even though it was never released in the us (rich bitch moment.)

jack wanted a pontiac firebird so fucking bad it was embarrassing, ideally it would be black probably a 77?

max was not into really into cars but she liked how firebirds looked the best so i guess that would have been hers. 

what were their childhoods like? 

ronnie and gale's were pretty happy! they got along w their parents n were pretty well off. jack n max were not as fortuante tho<\3 everyone but jack grew up in socal

ronnie grew up rich. like mega rich. her "modest childhood home" it was a huge house w a waitstaff ("it was only jim (butler), tom (valet) n cathy (cook) n the cleaning ladies on tuesdays!" thats still a waitstaff fuck off ronnie) n in southern california. like girl🙄. but anyway yeah. rich girl kind of spoiled (definitely spoiled) youngest of 2, had an older brother who lived in the uk in the late 70s early 80s for school or something. maybe it had to do w the family business which idk what it was LMFAO. he would send ronnie metal albums cuz they were both into nwobhm. mother was a socialite, loved to throw lavish parties. ronnies dad adored her, shes a total daddy's girl. she started playing drums when she was 14 when she found her dad's kit (he was a big beatles fan n loved ringo) in the garage attic. ronnie went to public school but wasnt really the best student tho she tried really hard. she had like 3-7 dogs growing up cuz her parents loved dogs and giving strays a good home for however long they stayed.

gales dad was a single parent, worked as a college professor teaching literature. his specialty was american lit, esp black american lit. he collected classical music and jazz records and read books constantly. he often had his professor friends n students over for dinner, to discuss books or political happenings etc etc. he really encouraged gale to pay attention to politics and read everything and listen to everything and ask questions about everything. she took piano lessons from like 6-16, started playing bass around 13/14. she was a huge bookworm as a kid which her dad like. very much encouraged n fostered. gale went to public school. 

max was the 4th child of 6. her dad was an alcoholic n her mom worked as a waitress. she doesnt talk abt her childhood. when she met ronnie she basically moved in w her n ronnies parents adored her cuz she had that california beach blonde, girl next door look coupled w a total kicked puppy sad eyes n they just loved taking in strays. she started playing guitar around 14/15 after being lent a black sabbath tape by an older sibling. not sure which one

jack was born in chula vista n her parents divorced when she was 4. she lived w her mother in the bay area but never stayed in one place for very long. her mom bought her a guitar when she was nine as a birthday present n jack taught herself from listening to songs on the radio. she was often described as a "troubled child" struggling with aggression, focusing in school, reading, and writing. began seriously playing guitar after hearing motorheads debut. was kicked out of her moms home after dropping out of school, moved in with friends. played in a bunch of various punk n heavy metal bands, eventually relocating to LA with the band she was in at the time, before joining artery in the summer of 81. 

what were their favorite novels? 

gale read too many to have a like. real favorite she would just start listing the ones she thought were good or that u would like. she really loved kurt vonneguts and bell hooks work. maybe sister outsider by audre lorde? i know why the caged bird sings? dhalgren? dune? catcher in the rye? i think dhalgren honestly but idk

ronnie's is definitely lord of the rings. like without question its lotr. fucking nerd. she'll say its vogue magazine tho

max...lolita, ariel or maldoror

jack was like. between being functionally illiterate and having (MAYBE?????????) severe dyslexia. she has a lot of trouble reading (recognizes albums by the cover, bands by the vocalist/guitarist) n struggles with writing (near/illegible handwriting, misspelling, difficulty with grammar/syntax) so. she doesnt have a favorite novel. shed call u a nerd for asking that

would u say that jack is doomed by the narrative?

definitely. there is no possible outcome of artery's story where she could have lived. she n max r both doomed by the narrative but jack was the only one who really actually literally died. max … since she didnt like. physical die its not truely being doomed by the narrative but like. she, as both the frontman of artery and as the person she was in artery around tht community… she died. completely. n hasnt been seen since 1986. so maybe she did actually die! ull never know

#i know wht happend to max. but thts my secret #artery tag #frank #asks #ty soooo mcuh 4 this this was so. thought provoking 🍻

[just-an-enby-lemon]

My complex and dark headcannon of why Harley ended up with the Joker:

▫️One of the questions that I always find in the Batman fandom is how exactally was Harleen placed as the Joker therapist.

▫️The Animated Series answers it with the very unfortunate explanation that Harley's destiny was her fault.

Now don't get me wrong I love TAS implication that Harley would became a villan with or without the Joker, she needs this type of authonomy, to be the one who jumped in the acid and not the one who was pushed into it. My problem is with the implication that Harley only got to her position (best student in the course, a high paying job in Arkham and a famous pacient of her choice) by sex favors. It undermines my girl capacity and inteligence and honestly she could've sleept around and being great.

▫️This problem seems to be acknowledged in modern depictions of Harley. Now days instead of portraying her as a bad professional who got everything by favoritism, the more common portray of Dr. Quinzel is as someone competent but inexperienced. She just got out med school and while she is super smart she does not have the experience to see through Joker.

▫️While I personally like this second incarnation of Dr. Quinzel it oppens the question: why was she dealong with Joker to begin with?

▫️For some reason both this portrays seem working with Joker as some kind of merit, disputed by all doctors in Arkham, - instead of the most likely outcome of the dificult patient no one really wants - the ambitions of being the one to correctly diagnose and cure the Joker surpassing any self-preservation (or medical knowledge as they all talk about a cure and not the most likely outcome in a normal situation of long term treatment). In this sense portray one seems more realistic Harley had to do something drastic to earn such a important patient. Being the better in class just isn't enough anymore.

▫️Here I ofter my headcanon in option C:

- Harley was the best on her class and that plus some recomendation letters from former professors and from Gotham General - where she did her intership/residence - got her the dream job in Arkham.

- She wanted to work with the patients of the Asylum not specifically with Joker. And on the first days she got easier cases like Condiment King, quickly reciving more dangerous patients but who weren't difficult in therapy like Poison Ivvy (who just didn't talked to people), Riddler (who talked too much but never about the topic in question) and Mr.Freeze (who loved to talk about Nora).

- The problem was: Arkham is based on Bedlam. Not only that but Gotham is notably corrupt. So it didn't took long to Harleen to start to notice the misdtreatment of patients and how the funds they recieve didn't add up. She opposed it.

- Afraid she would denounce them to the media (the cops already knew and didn't care and she knew it) and cause them to lose their jobs or worse discover about the humam experimentation (yeah Arkhan sucks this much, no news here) the director of Arkham at the time decided to give her a case that would purposifuly mess her up. Way more experienced doctors had to leave Joker's case because it was inducing violent or suicidal comportaments in them. To an inexperienced doctor with an already secret violent dark side that would be devastating.

- Of course the director just wanted to make Harley quit. He was not expecting what came next.

- Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn and the rest is history.

- The worst of it all: Arkham stayed the same. All the progress she did with patients and all the notes and evidence she had to denunce the place were lost. The true villans of Gotham won. One more to the looney bin.

#harley quinn #dr harleen quinzel #a twist in Harley's Backstory #mad love #but from a different perspective #Arkham is the worst #Arkham is a guide of what not do in a mental institution #Arkham #batman #corrupt system #Arkham makes it's patients worse.

[the-blonde-adventurer]

Never Ending Truths (7)

Indiana Jones x OC

Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate’s emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate’s emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.

Words: 2012

It's bittersweet to be back at school after going home to my papá. Every went fine; he told me he was proud of me for furthering my education and chasing my dreams. I wish I could have the best of both worlds, go to school and see my papá. I walk into mythology, taking my seat, excited to see my madrina. Madrina came out of her closet, bringing the Greek God figures out.

"Today, we are going to go over the Odyssey." she smiles as she takes a box of books and passes them around. "Who can explain the Odyssey to me?" she asks. I looked around, seeing no one answered, so I raised my hand. "Miss LaCarrubba?"

"The Odyssey is Homer's epic of Odysseus' 10-year struggle to return home after the Trojan War. While Odysseus battles mystical creatures and faces the wrath of the gods, his wife Penelope and his son Telemachus stave off suitors vying for Penelope's hand and Ithaca's throne long enough for Odysseus to return." I explain.

"Correct." she smiles proudly at me. I felt so great every time I answered a question correctly in her class.

*** "So tell me, how is your papá?" my godmother asks as she hands me a bowl of food she made me.

"He's good; he hired some new farm hands since he can't do it all himself anymore. The farm is doing great now we have Rokka to pull the plow. It was perfect seeing him again; you know what he told me when I was down there?" I smile as k look down at my food.

"What?"

"He told me he's proud of me, and mama would be too." I smile at her.

"Awww, I know how much that means to you. He keeps everything inside and has difficulty talking about his feelings to you. But, he is so proud of you and loves you so much." she put her hand on mine, leaning in closer with a smile. "Mia cara, we are all so proud of you and love you dearly. You have such a bright future ahead of you."

"Thank you." I smile at her softly, trying not to get emotional. We enjoy the rest of lunch, laughing and joking around.

*** I walked into Indy's class, seeing him smiling ear to ear as he saw me. "How was it back home?"

"It was great; my papá is doing well; Rokka will help my dad plow. It was great seeing him again." I smile as I take my seat.

"Fantastic, glad you had a good time." he smiles. "So I went on a little adventure during the break, and I got something you will like." he smiles.

"Really? Where did you go?" I get excited as I try not to bounce in my seat.

"After you see it, you'll know." he smiles at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Great, now I'm not going to be able to focus." I joke with him. He chuckled as he leaned back in his seat with a giant grin. "We have a test today, so you better focus. You haven't gotten anything below a 100%. Don't break the streak now."

"Haha, okay, I won't break it." I smile at him.

Indy handed the stacks of papers to Sarah to pass down like usual before going to his desk. I grab the stack taking one before passing the stack to Brandon. I take my quiz, looking over each question, underling important context clues in the question. I finish my test before anyone else and turn it into the basket. Dr. Jones grabbed my test and began to grade it. I see he didn't mark a single thing wrong before flipping to the front. He looked up at me and nodded, telling me I didn't miss a single question. I smile proudly at myself for continuing my streak and impressing him.

The bell rang, dismissing everyone, and I packed up my things, making them think I was leaving. Soon everyone left, and I was still slowly packing everything up, trying not to be suspicious. Indy went to the door, closing and locking it before pulling down the blinds. "Okay, come here." He rubs his hands together like a giddy schoolboy. I bounced over to where he was as he opened up his drawer, pulling out something wrapped in cloth. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw what was under that cloth. "Indy! Is it really?" I look up at him, shocked, covering my mouth with my hand. "It is." He smiles down at me. "Cleopatra's jewels." I gasp as I run my finger over it. "Indy, where on earth did you find this?" I was still shocked as I looked at the neckpiece that still shined after all this time. "Would you believe it if I told you I found it in Libya?" He smirks.

"Grave robbers?" I look up at him.

"That's what I was thinking."

"This is amazing!" I look at it again with a giant smile on my face. I felt him stand next to me, shoulder to shoulder, as he looked at the emerald necklace. "Look at the craftsmanship." He points to how it still held the giant jewels. "It's so beautiful." I turn to him with a smile still plastered on my face. "Not as beautiful as you." He flirts.

"Oh, stop it." I nudge him playfully. I turned to him to see he looked at me with a flirtatious smirk. Indy puts the necklace back in its wrappings and then in a protective box. "Yeah, they want me to go to an excavation tomorrow, and I'll be gone for a week. I'll bring back something for you to see." So he tells me as he stands inches from me.

"You better." I smirk back up at him. He stared into my eyes as I looked back, not moving from where I stood. He looked down to my lips before looking back into my eyes, slowly inching forward. My heart began to race through my chest as I knew what was about to happen. I want to kiss him so badly, but what about my soulmate? I could feel his warm breath on my lips, causing me to inhale and stiffen. His lips soon met mine causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through me as my heart sped up. He pulled me closer to him while one hand was on the back of my head and the other on my waist. I kissed him back as butterflies filled my stomach, causing me to let out the breath I was holding. Our lips felt like puzzle pieces, made for each other to connect perfectly.

I did what he was doing and put my hand in his hair, pulling him closer to me. It was so wrong to kiss my professor, but it felt so right. I know he's not my soulmate; I would have seen the signs. He gripped me tighter as if he didn't want to let me go, as if this would be the last time I'd see him. What am I doing? What if my soulmate feels this right now? I couldn't feel him over the racing of my own heart and Indy's lips on mine. What if he can feel me making out with someone else? I pull back, hanging my head down in shame as I grip his shirt in my fist. "We can't do this. You're my professor, and you're not my soulmate. I like you, Indy, don't get me wrong. I feel guilty for cheating on my soulmate, and my first kiss isn't with him." I mumble lowly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I like you as well. First kiss? I'm your first kiss?" his eyebrows raised in shock.

"Yes, I was saving myself for my soulmate."

"That was too good to be your first kiss." He tells me as he still holds me in his arms. "Umm, I guess this is the end, isn't it?"

"I don't want to lose what we have; I enjoy staying late and seeing artifacts and talking to you."I explain to him softly.

"I enjoy that too." He mumbles.

"I'm sorry, but I just feel so guilty." I sigh, looking down in shame.

"I understand." He placed his finger under my chin, making me look into his eyes. "I'll still be here for you." He breaths. I couldn't control myself as I leaned up and kissed him one last time as a goodbye. Again, he tenderly kissed me, sending my heart into another flutter and chills down my spine. I pulled back this time and slowly opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with an emotionless expression. He brushed my hair behind my ear and then kissed my forehead. "I understand; nothing will change between us. Like this never happened." He breaths softly, looking into my eyes.

"Thank you."

"Of course, doll." He let go of me, backing up. "You should probably go home; it's getting late. I don't want you driving late at night."

"Alright." I nod my head In understanding. "Good luck on your trip, Come back in one piece."

"Of course, sweetheart." He gives me a toothless grin with a light chuckle. I know I hurt him by telling him I couldn't get closer to him. My heart wants to be close to him, but I can't when I know he's not my soulmate. If he were my soulmate, he would feel our connection and the little system we have in place. I wish I could control what my heart feels for this man; I wish I weren't head over heels for him. I grab my bag and then look over at him, smiling for him. "I'll see you next week, Indy."

"See you next week, sweetheart." He forced a smile for me. It broke my heart seeing him put on a front for me; I probably look the same. I unlock the door going into the empty hall, thinking about what happened. I kiss my hand to let my soulmate know I was thinking of him. I instantly felt a kiss back on my hand before kissing our soul mark. "I'm sorry," I mumble as I hold my hand wanting him to feel it.

*** I walk inside my little house tossing everything on my table while plopping down on the couch. What am I doing with my life? When am I going to meet this soulmate of mine? Is it really cheating if I see other people before meeting my soulmate? Of course, it is; I'm destined to be with him, and seeing other people is wrong. How can we have this connection where we can feel each other's feelings and touch? I've never heard anyone else have this connection. Are we the only ones? What happens when we meet? Will we lose our connection? I go into my bathroom and turn my shower on, waiting for it to warm up.

I undress, letting my clothes drop to a pile on the floor while I undo my hair. I kiss our mark as I pepper my arm with kisses, then gently trace it. I felt how relaxed he got by the steady pace of his heart. I run my fingers through my hair gently before Cupping my face. I let my hands travel to my shoulders before giving them a gentle massage. I want to please him and let him know I still care about him. This guilt was eating me alive, but I didn't want him to feel that. I travel to my neck and massage that for him before placing a kiss on our mark. I get into the shower letting the warm water relax my tense muscles and emotions. I'll be faithful to you, my soul, no more fooling around. I felt him trace the outline of my face causing me to smile. One day I'll meet you, my love.

#indiana #fanfic #harrison ford #indiana jones #soulmate #romance #indy #adventure #teacher x student #never ending truths #the last crusade #raiders of the lost ark #tattoos

[themculibrary]

Fics Written In 2022 (part two) Masterlist

part one

All Too Well (ao3) - iam93percentstardust steve/tony M, 46k

Summary:

Cause there we are again when I loved you so Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well

~

“This is the young man I was telling you about,” Khan says, turning to someone behind him. Tony can’t quite make them out yet. “The new professor you’ll be working with on the 380 to 740 class. He’s just come to us from MIT, very good reviews, and Dr. Jarvis speaks very highly of him too, I’m sure you’ll both do marvelously.” The other person steps out from behind the dean, and Tony’s breath catches in his throat. “Tony, this is—”

“Steve,” Tony breathes.

Steve Rogers, bearded now and just as beautiful as he’d been the day he left, looks back at him with wide blue eyes.

a wizard falls in love with a muggle (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor draco/peter T, 3k

Summary: Draco decides to go to the muggle world when things get too much in the wizarding world after the Battle Of Hogwarts. There, he meets a boy named Peter Parker. A one night stand between them turns into something much more.

Fairytale of New York (ao3) - iam93percentstardust bucky/steve/tony M, 40k

Summary: After a bad breakup on Christmas, Bucky Barnes swore off both relationships and Christmas for good. Years later, he's now the world’s leading expert on how to survive being single in a world designed for couples (tax breaks, anyone?). He’s got a movie deal coming up for his bestselling book, Facebook Status: It’s Not That Complicated, and his own talk show where he offers advice to struggling singles.

He’s got exactly two problems in the world: Steve and Tony, his very attractive, very married neighbors who think that love is the greatest thing since sliced bread and Christmas is the world’s best holiday. But it’s fine because, for the most part, he can ignore them and they can ignore him.

And then a wrench gets thrown into his plans when his sister foists her two children, Kate and Harley, off on him for the holidays. Here’s the thing—it doesn’t matter if you don’t celebrate Christmas when the kids do.

So Bucky finds himself swallowing his pride and knocking on his neighbors’ door, asking for help with this whole Christmas thing. But in Steve and Tony’s cozy apartment, Bucky slowly starts finding himself enjoying Christmas again—and maybe even falling in love.

falling in love at a coffee shop (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor cooper/peter T, 2k

Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Peter finds himself working at a coffee shop in order to distract himself from no longer having MJ and Ned in his life. Then, a customer by the name of Cooper Barton shows up and turns Peter's life upside down.

if you got the notion (i second that emotion) (ao3) - CrimsonPetrichor sam/bucky G, 5k

Summary: If there is a field that Sam’s kind of an expert in at this point, it’s admiring a good view: earth from the deck of the Guardians’ new spaceship, the skyline of Birnin Zana against the mountains in the distance, lightning bugs flitting around the backyard as the sun dips behind the trees.

Now, on a breezy May afternoon, Sam stands a little ways away and considers the deadliest assassin of the twentieth century as he watches a middle school choir performance, and not a great one at that.

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Sam and Bucky go to a carnival and feel some feelings.

If You Say It with Your Hands (ao3) - yammz sam/bucky E, 9k

Summary: Most of the time, it’s easy not to kiss Bucky.

Yes, even when he’s buried deep in Sam, filling the room with the sound of their skin, with the wet smack of hips snapping together, giving him the best sex of his life the third time that month.

Sam and Bucky have just one rule: no kissing.

i just met you (and this is crazy) (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky M, 19k

Summary: Sam finds Bucky just as his sister's about to give birth to his second nephew. Not wanting to lose him after a year of searching, he decides to bring him home to Delacroix with him.

I'm Underneath Your Skin (The Devil Within) (ao3) - Im_The_Doctor (Bofur1) M, 2k

Summary: Peter Three suffers from intrusive thoughts.

just between us (did the love affair maim you too?) (ao3) - dharmainitiative sam/bucky E, 33k

Summary: “So, guess you’re headed back to Wakanda?”

“I might,” Bucky says. “Honestly, I was banking on going back to Brooklyn. Closest thing I’ve got to home, so, just made sense. But seeing as I’m a fugitive…” He glances over at Sam with a wry smile. “Why, what about you?”

“Rhodey found a spot,” Sam says. “Some safe house on the outskirts of the city. Hasn’t been used in a few years, so, gonna head there and stay low till the pardon is official. Or try to, anyway.”

Bucky is quiet for a minute before he turns to Sam and asks, “Want some company?”

please forget your scarf in my life (ao3) - RiotFalling, Sagana_Rojana_Olt bucky/tony M, 3k

Summary: As long as Bucky can avoid any news stories, gossip articles, and press releases, there is zero chance that he has to worry about seeing Tony now that they’re broken up. There won’t be any running into Tony at a mutual friend’s house, or coming out of Bucky’s favorite dingy coffee shop, and it’s great, it makes everything easier. That’s what Bucky keeps telling himself.

And then one day he’s on a crowded subway, and as he looks around desperately for a distraction from the crush of people his eyes land on a magazine someone is reading, on a photo of Tony, on something tucked beneath the collar of Tony’s heavy coat. So much for his flimsy attempts to move on.

Social Graces (ao3) - Kangofu_CB bucky/clint E, 5k

Summary: Or, how Bucky got his groove back.

Take this heart of mine (ao3) - whothehellisbuckles bucky/joaquín/sam T, 3k

Summary: Are Joaquín and Bucky dating or are they teaming up to woo Sam?

temporary (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Sam loses his memories in an accident. He forgets Bucky, and then he remembers again.

That Way (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint E, 3k

Summary: “Repeat after me. Nerds can be sluts too. I am a slutty nerd.”

“I hate you.”

“Bucket, that is not what I said. Let’s try again. Nerds -”

Despite the move being juvenile, Bucky reached across the table and put his hand over his sister’s mouth to cut off her - pep talk? Shame talk? Words.

Through the fire (ao3) - asamandra bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 20k

Summary:

“O-kay,” Bucky said, and extended the o for a few moments. He looked at Peter. “What was that?” “You have no idea who that was, right?” He asked. Bucky shrugged and shook his head. “No. Should I?” “Have you ever watched the Olympic games? That’s Clint Barton!” Peter said. He tried not to roll his eyes when Bucky just stared at him, but failed miserably. “Do I have to google him?” Bucky asked now exasperated.

two is better than one (ao3) - complicationstoo bucky/steve/tony T, 22k

Summary: Steve and Bucky are best friends and roommates, but both fall for Tony the moment they meet him. It shouldn't be too complicated if they both date him, right?

you are the star I gravitate to (ao3) - holistic_alcoholic bucky/tony T, 5k

Summary: Tony freezes.

Bucky’s eyes are blue-gray, a little bit surprised, and the whole’s expression is open and astounded. He’s so beautiful. Tony couldn’t see it, before, from a distance, but he’s so beautiful. Tony doesn’t know what’s going on. He stares, silent. Bucky stares back. They are like stars whose gravitational pull on each other is too strong for anything in them to function properly.

you were an army officer, and i just a rockette (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky E, 11k

Summary: Bucky buys a USO uniform, and Sam learns there are merits to being late.

10/31/21: Sam gets a turn with the uniform.

10/30/22: Sam comes home to another surprise.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #2022 #2022 masterlist #masterlists

[t4tbruharvey]

Yeah the french Harvey was...a choice! The part where Bruce was being nice about his scars in the beginning was neat but the rest was...something.

Making up werewolf lore sounds so fun though!!! And vampire lore too but yes werewolves are very fun especially in combination with identity issues and things like chivalry codes and having to pretend to be someone you're not etc.! And ahh!! The whole idea of your AU sounds so interesting tbh! And magic user Harley and plant curse Poison Ivy sounds so fun too! The plant curse immediately made me think of mandrakes too...plants whose roots look vaguely human shaped and who's painful shrieks when being unearthed could kill people according to legend...I know that's not what you're going for but now I'm just thinking about cursed mandrake Ivy raising from the soil due to witchcraft (having been...a mandrake bewitched by someone lonely who wanted a partner but when she got ripped out of the mother earth her pained shriek killed the witch that created her and..and ..agsvgsfs I'm getting off topic here sorry...) also fae Joker sounds fun too! Unseelie court I'm assuming?

So the thing about the bodies and gender lecture ...there's quite a lot of stuff to talk about ! I'll probably have to write it down separately but one thing I found interesting in regards to gender is that according to our professor in medieval and renaissance times while people believed in there being two genders they also believed that there was only one sex. the explanation for that might go into nsfw territory though so idk if you want to hear it but it's...interesting and to summarize basically renaissance people thought women were 'less developed men'. It's a whole...thing...but yeah it's interesting and maybe could help you with your AU so I'll try my best to write it down in a way that makes sense tomorrow!

hi i feel like every time i go to answer these it's either midnight for me or there's Stuff but hi i'm doing it now sorry for the delay <3

MAKING UP WEREWOLF LORE IS SOOOOO FUN like the sort of progression and the areas they'd gravitate towards, like i'm thinking of it as partially a microcosm of evolution in that they'd form smaller groups in more rural areas where there are forests to hide in, and similar to highwaymen i think they'd target isolated travel routes which means that in a more mountainous area you'd be FUCKED as a villager in the valleys but in more densely populated cities there are probably werewolves AROUND but they're not as likely to attack you because of how difficult it would be to do that stealthily. and so there are very pervasive ideas about werewolves that aren't completely true but aren't completely false either and it lets me make harvey have this intense internal debate about This Whole Thing and the nature of evil and how to remain in a society that no longer wants him – and maybe never has!!! i'm still not sure about what the societal rules about being gay are but there definitely is some form of transphobia because it's MY au and i want to work through MY issues as a form of escapism :-)

the mandrake thing sounds SOOO cool i wanna have something like that in it so badly now omg... like i've already said that ivy was a human who was cursed to have plant abilities but she was also a sorcerer's apprentice/assistant so she could have performed a spell similar to that with a mandrake or saw him do it and then he reversed it for her and OH MY GOD yeah no ok. he pulled an uno reverse with the spell on her but it's hard to just like... reverse the direction of a spell? and THAT'S why she's so fucked up currently. fuck yeah love it when this happens. (fae joker is unseelie court definitely and i think harley might initially mistake him for being from the seelie court depending on how good his glamour is i'm not decided yet)

ONLY ONE SEX??? you HAVE to elaborate oh my god!!! like that sounds vaguely familiar with the ideas about development but still!!! wild!!! au stuff aside that sounds SO super interesting and i'd love to hear about all of the bodies and gender stuff regardless; like it'll definitely help a lot but also that stuff is fascinating in general

#hi anon i love you sorry this took a while #also if you ever want faster responses you can dm me i'm so nice and i usually reply to dms i prommy....

[crimeloyalty-arch]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⸻ i stayed up way too late last night reading rachael allen’s harley quinn: reckoning (would recommend!) and am throwing together a few notes about what i’m incorporating into my portrayal!! spoilers for the book ahead of course!

school.

harley takes a gap year after graduating high school to participate in the gotham university bridge scholars program - “wherein high school graduates who are outstanding in STEM, especially ones who aren’t from the best neighborhoods or backgrounds, get paid to intern in labs across campus” 

the lab she works in studies the SV1 gene - trying to figure out if there’s a genetic marker that predisposes someone to being a supervillain.  she suggests an epigenetic component - “what if every time a person experiences trauma, it causes a posttranslational modification to the gene, and if a person accumulates enough life trauma, it increases their chances of becoming a super-villain? . . . not everyone has a dangerous version of the SV1 gene . . . what if it’s a combination of a bad SV1 gene and traumatic life experiences?” she co-authors a paper on the subject (though her skeevy professor does not list her as lead author despite his promises.) 

harleen manages to secure a blood sample from the joker and his epigenetic markers are off the charts ⸻ but harleen’s levels are twice his. she is a little bit panicked about this. 

she receives the gotham u presidential scholarship, which allows her to attend the school - but there’s a part of her that is always uncertain of whether or not she actually earned it 

life.

her mom died when she was about ~7 & she is a little bit touchy around hospitals as a result,  though she’s working to get over it

she’s very claustrophobic in her youth ( and pop-tarts are a fairly big trigger for her),  though she’s trying self-conducted exposure therapy to address this 

speaking of - her dad gets murdered by a group of thugs when she’s 18.  she sees them beginning to shake him down for money he owes and turns the other way - so she lives with the knowledge that she could have possibly stopped his death. 

she’s had a weird fascination with the joker since she was 18 - she’s more than a little bit inspired by his persona; that’s what gives her the courage to stand up to her dad the day he dies. 

she has adhd (but has figured out how to work with it by the time she’s in college) 

she still competes in gymnastics during her gap year - and she teaches younger kids in order to be able to afford her own lessons.  

very skilled at picking locks!! definitely a result of childhood trauma!! 

love.

she’s dating a girl named bernice who is also in her lab - she’s very much in love.  full ‘i’m gonna marry this girl.’ 

this is where she gets the infamous stuffed beaver - bernice found the beaver at some flea market and hid her journal in it. 

when bernice ends up in arkham,  harley gets custody of the beaver.  she has it to this day. 

the reckoning. 

she’s part of a vigilante group called the reckoning,  a group of four gotham u students fighting against the rampant misogyny present on campus. 

they expose several professors + apprehend a truly terrible man ( though the circumstances leading up to his arrest result in bernice being sent to arkham. ) harley makes the active choice not to kill. 

her vigilante activity ceases once she actually starts as a student - she is afraid of jeopardizing her scholarship and.... 

harley meets renee montoya for the first time in connection with this group ( and is in fact arrested by her. ) montoya agrees to drop the investigation into the group if they disband,  and harley agrees. 

things i may / may not be keeping. 

i’m still figuring out what origin i want to keep for the harley quinn nickname... j’s harlequin -> h’s ‘harley quinn’?  maybe?  harleen (2019)’s slut-shamey origin (and harley reclaiming it)?  mm....... i don’t know.  i’ll get back to y’all. 

still figuring out exactly how much harleen changes when she becomes harley in terms of personality - but i def don’t see her as the ‘omg rainbow sparkles unicorns’,  always yelling,  full of energy girlie that’s presented in this book.  we shall see how this shakes out. i think it’s a fair take but i just don’t think it’s my take!! 

she maaayyy or may not volunteer at arkham while she’s an undergraduate student. if she does it’s def only to try and see bernice. 

also not entirely positive she has any face to face contact w/ joker while she’s this young (vs. the brief meeting they have in the book) . . . i think i prefer their first encounter being him almost murdering her on the street after she’s out of med school. i just.. like.. she’s eighteen 😵‍💫 and we all know how it ends up ... and i don’t ...... 🙃

i’m just like so curious to see what the next book does with harley joining a sorority ( she’s considering at the end of this book ) & how that impacts her sense of belonging ( especially ‘cause the book’s author seems to have had a really positive experience with her sorority and so i don’t think she’s going to want to portray it in a negative / exclusionary way ).  i’m also not 100% sure which way i’m gonna go with this - because again i’m not 100% sure how that unravels and leads harley to the super lonely place she is when she meets joker?? i really have no interest in the ‘blonde bitches are mean to harley ‘cause she’s poor’ plot so i .... will think about this. 

#this is literally entirely for my reference LMAO #'octavia read mad love' no ♡ #jk it's on the list #i was just swayed by the queer romance this book promised me (and DELIVERED) #⸻ to live for the hope of it all — ooc.

[yihrae]

I was worried. Not in a perturbed sense or anything but it was a faint whimsical worry that lingered in the back of my mind. Not because I felt underprepared for the presentation approaching in two hours or that there was an overwhelming amount of finals approaching but because I didn't have a space themed outfit. The CIS soiree would be occurring today and they had instructed us to wear space themed outfits. In fact, the best outfit would win a prize. I didn't have anything. No special shirts, no special pants and no accessories of that sort. So in the morning I messaged Raine and asked if she'd like to go to Daiso to get this affair sorted out. She agreed.

During BQ, professor Giovanni gave us his last lesson. He taught us about Freud's psychosexual theory. It was interesting in that there was some discussion of the superego, the ego, projection and introjection and all the likes of that. It was quite a memorable lesson to me. He also bought us pizza.

Professor Giovanni is the best. Truly he makes BQ so much better. We enjoyed some pizza together and talked about an assortment of matters, non very memorable but all very pleasant. After BQ, a group of six of us ended up heading to Daiso.

We stopped by several shops on the way there but did not find any satisfying materials that would truly up our space game. After reaching Daiso, we thoroughly explored the store before finalising our looks. I paid $10 for all the materials I needed for my look. I called it an investment.

Afterwards, we headed over to Sephora, where we applied glitter on our eyes to achieve a more space-like look. Raine and Yingying did a fantastic job on Zheng Long's left and right eye. He excited Sephora looking like a glamourised Harley Quinn (not an exaggeration). As for me... I did my own glitter HAHAHA. The product was honestly hilarious. Before exciting the store, Raine encouraged me to apply a large amount of Golden Glitter on my nose. I don't know why I listened but I did. When walking back to school I had realised that it was too late to regret my decision and I simply lived with the fact that my nose is shining.

The large golden ball is supposed to represent the sun. As for me... I'm like the sun warrior I SUPPOSE - I honestly have no idea what angle I was gong for or whether there was an angle at all HAHAHA. We all geared up in our own ways and walked into the event in a line in a rather dramatic fashion. It was wonderful. I led the march, with the reasoning according to Zheng Long being "must start off strong". I think people actually loved my outfit because it was so absurd and so original (?). The yellow ball I carried around with me must have been the killing blow. I remember my nose shining in the spotlight. Someone told me that was the knot that tied my entire outfit together... or something.

I ended up winning best dressed which to me is hilarious because I really didn't expect much from my $10 Daiso outfit. Renee's face had entirely been covered in red glitter, encapsulating the true essence of an alien. The prize was a space cat stuff toy and some $30 voucher. Most of the night was spent eating, singing, talking and taking pictures.

I honestly do not remember when was the last time I enjoyed myself so much. I think this is probably one of the best - and a strong contender for THE BEST night I've ever had in a long, long time. Well if we include BQ it's basically the best day I've had.

Here's a photo we took with professor Giovanni. Zheng Long and Rapheal called me a "Giovanni glazer" but seriously I think he is such a good professor and he makes class so much better. This final week has been a joy.

[hellishrebukesystem]

Jacob + Graham—SYSTEM UPDATE—[01/05/23]

First, the best part of today, we received the most beautiful gift from our girlfriend—it was picked out with such care and obvious love; it is a blue crescent moon wrapped around a pink heart shaped stone. We quite adore it; it is amazing and so is she——

On to the tasks of the day, we have to dry some sweaters and clean our room; we had a salad for lunch (it was gross and wilted, but we had to try—new year resolution? Salad 3x a week. 2 done so far—Friday will be a fruit salad and I think it will be a bit more pleasant.) We also have to call the local pharmacy about my risperidone. (The spiders on the floors and walls have already started again, and it has only been four days, gag) We also want to get some knitting done, but there is no guarantee because the to do list is pretty full;

Collectively we are like way behind on our creative work. We need to write 14 poems today to stick to schedule (insane—i think i should just get off schedule—14??? 14??——that’s too much) We need to write 800 words on our current novel project——honestly we should get some planning done for some of the other works in progress too, but I don’t know where we will find the time. We want to do an art piece today too—because David has been missing that part of ourself; we haven’t done anything but creative writing for so so long—art is missing and he wants it back.

On top of that, we are working on an academic project——Harley has really, really been enjoying it. She has lit up on the inside and it is really nice to see. We got a tremendous amount of research started yesterday——mostly the ideas centered around horror, gender roles, privacy, and collective consciousness. It is still in development—very jello like and loose right now—but it will get more solid.

Anyway, in the last few days, academic writing has become a golden shining thing again, especially since we have been away from it for so long. In grad school, the professors were always trying to tell us that we have real analytical talent and good research habits—they thought we should really consider being an an academic writer; and we always kinda resented it because we felt like they were shitting on us for wanting to be a creative writer; but that was a stupid anger and attitude to have. In the end, now that we’ve been away for a couple years—we realize how much we’ve missed it.

One last thing for the day, we are going to attempt a semi-cleanse of social media—we are gonna cut back drastically. No TikTok’s until the whole day’s tasks are done. We can continue to post our usual System Update on tumblr—but no browsing—no chatting—no pointless meme scrolling. We will also post instapoetry and tumblr poet things——because this is part of our daily tasks. We can use YouTube—but only for music, movies, and TV. (And they can be used in the background for noise—but no comment scrolling—no videos of influencers, beauty gurus, slice of life, etc.) And on the days we have to do TikToks, we will post those, but not stick around to watch videos or lives or anything.

No twitter. No facebook.

Twitter exception is when I am scrolling for submission opportunities for poetry and writing and such—but otherwise—none, and I can’t do it until every other task is complete.

Pinterest is approved for story plotting/planning/and character stories. Again only after all other tasks are completed.

This social media fast seems really intimidating right now, but a dopamine reset might actually help a lot. Maybe if you followed along with my blog at all the last few years you have seen a long descent into a deep dark place; we are at a point man—last appointment with our T, she was like, if you don’t change your attitude and thoughts to ones of being present and accepting self-love—you can’t be saved.

And I’ve got to say, that’s a crazy scary place to be——I’m scared every day that I wake up and ever day I say—today, you just have to make it through today, you just gotta succeed at today’s task list—tomorrow doesn’t matter yet; yesterday doesn’t matter anymore. Even right now, I’m just wondering if we can even do it. But I just can’t look forward past the hour, the minute, the second I’m in.

I’m hoping taking a break from social media will help—I will be cutting back a lot; I have to do it. I don’t know how to fix us; but people are relying on us——pets, children, loved ones, friends——they want me here, and I owe to them to stay; I just gotta get myself out of the pit.

In conclusion, the next era begins today—we are always living a new page in today; today is all we really have—perspective is what rides out the wave or lets you drown; yes, some things objectively suck, but you have to move forward and peace comes with the acknowledgement that life moves at its own whims.

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