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𝒐𝒐𝒄;; Wanted to try my own little twist on babydoll, was very fun to do ! Gave her a far more doll-ish look.

#babydxhl #;;Answered #;;meme #MyArt #Mary Dahl #Baby doll #dc

[red-hemlock]

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

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A couple! Aside from the whole 'I kill people for my bread and bills' thing she has going-on, definitely the bloodlust associated with it... Just another lovely trait she had instilled into her from back home; and it's what prevented her from going completely straight when she first came to Gotham. River won't really admit it, but she enjoys the act of killing far more than she lets-on, and really the only things keeping her from stepping-off the cliff into serial killer-land is the small code she has, her having a decent enough rein on it, and the fact that the 'itch' can be scratched all she likes on her jobs.

Even when working she tends to hold herself 'back', with the murder itself usually being enough to satisfy; but once a job starts to get lengthy and the blood and adrenaline really start flowing, those reins loosen and the monster comes-out to play.

Another would be the fact that she can't 'accept' the lye scarring as being a part of herself, considering those scars in particular more a curse than anything. In a way, they kind-of are. River spent her entire life in service to her family, to her grandmother in particular, who twisted her love into a horrible dependence that became a codependence in the end. River believed her grandmother loved her enough to want to see her happy with Jamey, but Grandma Locke found it to be a betrayal instead; and had the entire family participate in Jamey's murder and the scarring with the lye, telling River that now she would have to stay with them, as she would never be able to successfully live in society looking the way she did now.

All River see's when she looks in the mirror is that night playing on repeat, and that woman's words ringing in her ears. It absolutely drives her up the wall.

Taking the lye scars into consideration, River's most destructive physical tendency actually involves them, too. The wounds never healed correctly in the first place, and the constant exposure to the make-up River wears and chemicals she works with for her poisons have not helped either. These particular scars are prone to severe itching, and she tends to get into a vicious cycle of scratching and re-scratching them... But part of her also does it as a 'self-punishment' of sorts, for trusting her family and getting Jamey killed for it.

#babydxhl #Headcanon #Long Post #TW: Blood #(She's got other destructive tendencies preventing a transition from villain to civilian too.) #(Her vindictiveness and tendency to be slow-to-trust are some of them.) #(The latter in particular extends especially to elderly women. River distrusts them most of all and is even outright despising of them too. #(Would go into more detail but this is already way too long. 8'D;;;;)

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@babydxhl sent 🚔 (Send 🚔 for a starter where our muses are being held in a prison cell together)

Once Edward was forcefully entered into the cell by the guards, the sight of Mary kind of confused him. “Shit, I didn’t expect you to be in here.” He had known of Mary’s exploits, but Edward never actually saw her as often compared to others.

“I knew that you were in and out of Arkham, but I didn’t think I would actually have a chance to see and talk to you.” Edward usually was in a cell by himself when he was sent to Arkham, at least the other times when he was brought back after he escaped.

He then sat down next to her. “How long have you been here? Honestly, I always try to escape from here when I’m sent to this place. I can’t stay, this place is so unsettling.”

#babydxhl #dramatis personae: ic

[fragmcntdstars]

@babydxhl sent i'm so tired of myself.

Nica  stifles  a  laugh  ,  then  gives  a  small  shake  of  her  head  .   She's  agreeing  with  the  other's  sentiment  ,  but  she  knows  that  talk  doesn't  really  mean  anything  after  a  while  .   They're  sitting  in  the  living  room  of  the  home  Mary  had  given  Nica  ,  windows  open  a  little  on  the  rare  sunny  afternoon  .   She  could  count  the  times  there'd  been  sunlight  in  Gotham  on  one  hand  ,  &&  she's  not  sure  what  would  happen  if  she  got  to  the  sixth  sunny  day  .   Maybe  the  city  would  actually  get  its  act  together  .   On  the  day  that  happened  ,  Nica  internally  wondered  if  the  GCPD  would  actually  do  their  job  well  that  day .

"  I've  been  tired  of  myself  for  a  few  weeks  now  ,  "  she  admits  ,  tucking  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  .   "  Can't  say  that  it  gets  easier  ,  but  there's  something  about  having  company  that  makes  things  better  .  "   Nica  glances  at  the  entry  to  the  kitchen  &&  debates  getting  a  drink  for  herself  &&  Mary  ,  although  there  was  still  something  else  that  kind  of  tugged  at  her  .   When  she  was  younger  ,  she  didn't  quite  understand  the  meaning  behind  the  phrase  "  misery  loves  company  .  "   However  ,  living  in  Gotham  had  given  her  a  slightly  deeper  understanding  of  the  phrase  in  a  way  she  hadn't  quite  expected  .   Honestly  ,  she  kind  of  likes  it  .   It  makes  things  a  little  different  ,  but  still  better  .  

At  least  that's  what  she  tells  herself  ,  anyway  .

#babydxhl #v; tbd #𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 // nica p. #fragmented queue

[mute-call]

@babydxhl || PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

"Okay, so, yeah. Yes, I've been listening to your calls. But it's only because I like you!" That didn't come out right. "I mean, because I view you as a friend. Not that I was spying on you in a weird way, or anything, I wasn't implying that."

Is any of this making sense?

"I know, I know, it's an 'invasion of privacy,' blah, blah, blah. But you're basically a public figure anyway, so do you really have much privacy left to, uh, invade?" That's probably the wrong tactic to use to convince her that everything's fine.

"Look, I do this for all my friends. I'm just trying to keep you safe, y'know?"

Steven is fully aware of the fact that she can take care of herself, but it gives him peace of mind to keep up with her communications and stay up-to-date about the sorts of people with whom she's interacting.

His mentality about the situation seems to be an odd mix of trying to minimize the worst aspects of his complete overstep while also failing to truly understand that he's done anything wrong. The company's had him doing this sort of thing since he was a teenager; as far as he's concerned, it's (almost) perfectly normal to use one's abilities to check in on the people you care about.

"...this isn't-- an issue, right, Ms. Dahl?"

#THIS IS SO SO SO LATE T_T IM SO SORRY #babydxhl #babydxhl 3 #v; this call may be monitored for quality assurance #rp #mutecall

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@babydxhl continued from here

His head tilted slightly, much like the bird he and his predecessors were named after, sharp eyes behind his mask lenses wandering over the scene. Oh he'd catalogued everything from the shadows already before making himself known but it never hurt to look over it again now that he was closer.

One victim on the floor, heavily wounded. Flanked by a pair. Mary, because it was Mary right now judging by the fact that she was smoking and how she carried herself and the current pitch of her voice and her word choice, was simply watching.

"Uh huh." He didn't believe that for a second but he wasn't going to jump into a fight. Not with a civillian in bad shape nearby. Priority was to get the guy medical attention. "So what'd he do to earn your ire, Mary?"

#babydxhl #ic #Robin The Wonder #v: Knighthood #thread: baby doll #((hi there! nice to be interacting with you!))

[jonnyjonnyfrost]

@babydxhl continued from x The silence that blankets the front hall of her apartment — Mary, leaning against a doorframe, silhouetted in a rectangle of warm kitchen light, and Jonny, still in the door, ghoulish — is almost a solid weight pressing down on both of them. Mary thinks faintly, if she had been younger, it might have curved her shoulders, sent her eyes down. As it is she only flicks her gaze back toward the still dark living room, dismissing Miriam and her drawn weapon. No threat, not here, not even in the middle of the night. She inhales, and the smell of iron clings to the back of her throat. Her expression is unreadable. "Your blood or someone else's?" she asks quietly, after a long moment.

Jonny's brows are high and arching. His legs ached from walking here. He looks drained. Hollowed out inside. Empty.

It's the dead of night. He didn't know why he decided to come here specifically, well maybe just because it was conveniently close? Probably yeah. Didn't hurt that he knew she wasn't going to call the cops like his Ex-wife definitely would have. Hell, he didn't even recall making the conscious choice to come here, it's like his legs just decided to carry him here while in a daze instead of the usual spot.. which is where he should be right now, overlooking the city from up high till he sees what could be his last sun rise, instead of here, bothering her.

His entire upper half is very thoroughly painted, not just spattered but an even coat of red, save for some smudges and tear streaks to his face. It was a miracle no one had seen him and called the cops.

Eyes unfocused until her question shatters his delicate detachment, it demanded an answer which forced him to recall exactly what had happened that night. Which he instinctually shied away from--like a hand to an open flame, it burned the closer you got.

“Someone else’s.” the second word catches in his throat. He can’t help the emotion that wells up in his throat like bile, anguish. Mouth twisting into a frown. The creases in his worried brow multiplying. Swallowing it back down he tries desperately to keep his composure in front of her.

But frankly he looked shell shocked.

The blood had long since cooled but it had been so warm when he'd initially been soaked. Like just getting into a hot shower. But he felt so cold now, cold to his bones.

“Mostly..” he adds softly as he cast his eyes downward at his upturned palm. A little tiny bit of the blood drenching his formerly powder blue suit was his, a nasty gash to his palm courtesy of Joker.

#man sorry this took waaay longer then it should have #I wrote twice as much right after you posted it and then it felt overly bloated #I kept waffling on posting it as is before just deciding to cut out the 'what happened' chunk and save it for a follow up reply #tw suicidal ideation #tw blood #tw suicidal thoughts #babydxhl #rp #ic

[gnarledbite]

i’ve been ill, you know.

The Plague Dogs || Accepting!

Yes, he could tell. From the paleness of her skin to the dark circles under her eyes, it was clear she wasn't well– and that was coming from someone looking like him.

“Looks like it,” he sniffed, leaning forward with one hand resting on the table. “Any idea if it's anything serious? Or just... I don't know, allergies?”

#Answered #babydxhl

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@babydxhl from x

Two-Face huffs, like a cat being offered an unacceptable toy.

"I studied. At the library. I went through books. When I wasn't in class, I was sitting in on court cases taking notes on a goddamn legal pad."

He leans back, folding his arms, staring incredulously at an advertisement for Bat Burgers and Night Wings.

"I sure as hell didn't get paywalled out of my case files!"

Back to square one. At least Gotham's Legal Library should still have copies on file. He's mostly complaining just to complain, but... still. Why should he have to subscribe to a damn mailing list?

"You're not exactly young and hip, yourself. Isn't that show you were in considered archival footage or something by now? Was it even broadcast in color?"

#im imagining this conversation from an outside perspective #you're old! no YOU #a grown man and what appears to be a child #babydxhl

[deathmaiidens]

@babydxhl ❧ What's your favourite scary movie?│Horror Movie AU Prompts

For all her waxing poetic about the beauty of nature, Jerrie Rathaway was decidedly not a cabin-in-the woods person. The gloom and isolation did wonders at the seashore, but in this dingy little place, it made her want to bang her head against the wall and scream.

She supposed she was grateful the parents were in the (of course, more luxurious and less cramped) cabin across the little stone walkway from theirs. It was a comfort to have someone who hated being there as much as she did, much less her best friend. At least when they weren't going to perish from boredom.

Jerrie had already read every single book in the cabin, so she laid on the floor, one hand dramatically rested on her forehead like a sickly girl in a Victorian novel and the other running its fingers over the tiling. It wasn't the best stim, but it was something. Said hand slipped, one of the tiles starting to wriggle, and the eleven-year-old sat upright. Carefully, she moved it back and forth again until it came apart, and soon after she was doing the same to some of the others.

"Mary!" Jerrie called out. "Mary, come and see!"

#babydxhl #matilda from the mariana trench (jerrie ❧ thread) #sorry this came out so awkwardly

[kylo-wrecked]

{ ☽ cont'd from here ☾ }

"Mm." Kylo swallows. "I was not..." Coughs. He has never quite cleared his throat of the glass. "...Born in this filth."

But he was born in disgrace, and the Ren would never let him forget it.

Another car rolls past. Kylo is a bestial, crouching shape pulling the paling scalp by a fistful of its stringy, black hair. The body leaves a trail of silt and wet, resembling the mark of kundalini. No longer half in and half out but pulled back into the womb of a gutted restaurant, the phantom stench of fish.

He makes quick work of the skull, speaks over the slop, and hollow sandpaper grind of his blade in the optic canal. A woody sound, metal on bone.

"I was born in a small green world," Kylo grunts. "You would dismiss it. Hm. 'Not possible.'" 

He hangs the eyes from their roots for Miss Dahl to see. They glisten in the fog.

"You may be right," he admits, dropping the eyeballs into what is, for all intents and purposes, a swirl shaker, like some specimen. "Perhaps if I was born knowing, I wouldn't be what I am. Mm."  Kylo coughed, swallowed. "When I got to Gotham..." 

Turned and looked down at the crooked hand of Adam.

"I was already guilty." 

And in Gotham, bloodletting needed no permission from the Ren. 

@babydxhl

#babydxhl #m. au | murder!kylo: the dice killer #v. snake eyes (stranger in gotham) #tw: body horror

[red-hemlock]

@babydxhl continued from HERE!

"Really? So then that slip on the ice cube back there, was you being graceful?" Green eyes had locked onto that car, fixated until it passed them by and drove-off into that darkest unknown. One can never be too sure in Gotham; and clad in civilian wear, she was woefully lacking in tools benefiting an escape.

The night is a cold companion, third-wheeling with an embrace that pin-pricks the skin and chills the lungs in a far-cry from the smothering heat of the bar before. It doesn't take much effort to shift her weight into a position more comfortable, for she weighs barely anything: Like pastel cotton or a bagful of feathers. "I do care, because you're not a nobody to me anymore. But I know that I can be a bit 'much', and that tongues wag... If it's reflecting poorly on you, I'd like to know."

#babydxhl #(Thread numero five-million and a half cuz I love these two LET'S GOOOOO. >8D ) #(LOL can't tell if they got into a bar fight or went dancing. Probably both.)

[arkhamcalamity]

@babydxhl (cont.)

"I have considered that, yes." Morbid? Probably. But so was spending too much time wondering about the dead. Or rather, your dead mom. Contemplating her life when her scholarship was over with graduation also wasn't going to help Olive's outlook on life.

"I probably would if I could, but honestly, unless I manage to score a super stellar job right at graduation, or a boyfriend with decent parents and funds, I'm going to be lucky to have a unoccupied underbridge." She hovered close to Mary, leaning in to watch her.

"Besides, it's not like you're as helpless as a lot of people would like to think. If I was on the last straw, I think you'd just shoot me. Or have one of your henchies do it- do they always carry those cute bags for you?

#//olive can u stop broadcasting that u want to die pls #babydxhl

[fragmcntdstars]

@babydxhl sent ❛ Are you following me? ❜

Harley stops in her tracks, expression almost resembling that of a kicked dog. She hadn't really meant to start following Mary — it was just something that happened. A lot of things lately just seemed to happen && she wasn't quite sure why. Harley had felt more out of sorts than usual, but that was still a pretty hard thing to figure out when she spent a lot of time out of sorts. She blamed it on the medication, but it was really because she hadn't been on her ADHD medication in a while. Maybe she needed to go back to Arkham for a a little bit && get out with a better escape plan.

Right, there was a question.

"No ... okay, yes, but I didn't mean to," she admits, then rubs the back of her neck. "This is the quickest way back to my apartment." It wasn't a lie, but it felt more than a little weird telling the truth. Well, she supposed it felt weird to tell the truth when she'd spent more than half her life just lying.

She lied to herself about her romantic interests before she realized she was bisexual, && then she lied to herself even more when she convinced herself that the Joker was the best chance for her to find happiness.

What else would she lie about?

#babydxhl #v; masterless harlequin #𝔥𝔶𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔯 // harley quinn #fragmented queue

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Overheard conversations || Not accepting

"Harley- I know- I know it's late but-" He sighs nodding along to the voice on the other side of the phone. Though the voice is garbled and indecipherable to anyone around it's clear that the woman he's talking to is irritated

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just- I can't sleep. I keep thinking about-- no. No it's not him this time"

He sits cross legged on a park bench, there's another heavy sigh, tinged with annoyance. "If I wanted some freudian analysis of my psyche I'd check myself back into Arkham. I know you're annoyed Harley but could you please just listen to me? It's-"

He drops his head in his free hand, silent for a while as he gets lectured "... No I know. I know it's not fair to use you for free therapy."

"... You'll come over? Yeah. Yeah I promise I won't do the trauma dumping thing. I just need someone right now. Thanks Harls. I'll make it up to you. Yeah. See you soon. Bye."

#See how the brain plays around ;;IC #babydxhl

[mute-call]

{CONT.} || @babydxhl

It's not a revolutionary statement; of course she's dangerous, she's a well-established criminal, after all. But that's not exactly what Steven means. He gets the sense that people underestimate her even now, and that despite getting overshadowed by Gotham's more colorful characters, she has more influence and more potential than most people give her credit for.

He's not from Gotham, but everyone knows that this is where the magic happens. ...in a very, very loose sense of the word. Afton Robotics is looking to expand, but the same rogues that make Gotham such an intriguing new territory also make any attempt to "muscle in" on the lucrative realms of manufacturing, tech, and experimentation particularly dangerous. If the company has any hope of succeeding, it will need a point of contact here.

...a contact just like Ms. Dahl, who's powerful enough to be of use, but not so well-established that she wouldn't have anything to gain from a newfound alliance. Hopefully.

"Just an observation. But I'm not wrong, am I? You're the real deal! So I want to make sure I give you, uh, you know, the proper respect. So... before I make any sort of pitch, I wanted to ask you what you'd want out of a--a partnership. What does someone like you need that you don't have yet?"

#IT'S PERF!! #i adore her sm... T_T #(i was thinking your m.ain verse for this but im flexible!) #babydxhl #babydxhl 1 #v; this call may be monitored for quality assurance #rp #mutecall