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how are you ruined? - Quinn | Juniper | Phaust | Legion
ruined by trauma
you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.
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Harlequin Prince (2)
Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually
Debbie and Fester Addams
One | Two | Three | Four
Rick and Evelyn O'Connell
One | Two | Three
Harley Quinn
One | Two (you're here!)
10th Doctor and Rose
One | Two (on the way!)
Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)
Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum)
One
Queen ClarisseRenaldi
One | Two
This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!
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Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao
Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)
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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.
So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.
Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.
The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.
"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"
Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"
Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.
It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"
That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."
Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.
Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."
"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.
"Emergencies."
"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."
Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.
Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.
Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.
"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."
Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.
There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.
She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.
"Ivy says I'm like a weed."
"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"
"Wasn't the party my present?"
"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."
Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.
"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.
When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.
"Yeah, it was."
"I've never seen it before."
Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.
"Then why give it to me?"
Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."
Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.
Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"
Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.
"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"
With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."
"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."
"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."
Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"
Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."
"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.
He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."
Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."
"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."
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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.
So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.
The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.
He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."
"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"
"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."
Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.
It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.
"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."
Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.
After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.
Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.
Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.
He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.
The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.
He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.
This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.
He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.
Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."
Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.
"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.
"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.
"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.
"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."
Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.
There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.
"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"
The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"
"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.
"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"
When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"
"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."
"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.
"Who are you?" curly hair asks.
"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"
"Dustin," curly hair says.
"Lucas," basketball jersey says.
"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.
"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"
"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.
Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."
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#steddie#steddie fic#harlequin prince#steve deserves good parents actually#steve harrington#harley quinn#bruce wayne#jim hopper#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#dc comics crossover#wayne family adventures crossover#i kinda let the muse take over with this one actually#unhinged steve harrington#as he deserves#poison ivy#robins
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“Colin could think of a hundred different reasons why kissing Penelope Featherington was a very bad idea, the number one being that he actually wanted to kiss her.”
#I finally had inspiration to draw again and of course they’d be my muse for right now 😔🫶#hope everyone enjoys it bc I probably won’t ever be able to do smth like this again my skills are all over the place#romancing mister bridgerton#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton s3#penelope x colin#bridgerton art#art#digital art#digital drawing#julia quinn#colin x penelope#polin
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I feel like Quinn would just let you do anything to him. Want to try out a new mascara technique, he's happy to be your test mannequin. Trying to learn how to braid hair? He'll sit completely still for hours. You'll always try to negotiate compensation but he refuses. Getting to have your pretty self in his lap, in his arms, with your hands on him is everything he wants in life.
ohohoh i'm dizzy rn love ...
i feel like any time you would ask to try something out on him , he'll act nonchalant about it and feign a protest for approximately ten whole seconds before he's caving in . you'll be like 'so i saw this new thing i wanna try out :)' and he's huffing and puffing for maybe three seconds before a smile comes across his face and he pulls you into him , pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a mumbled 'fine , whatever y'want babe'
you promise you'll make it up to him with as many kisses as he wants , but he waves you off with a joking roll of his eyes , claiming that the sight of you being happy is more than enough payment for him . what he won't admit , though , is that getting to feel your gentle hands in his hair or have you sat in his lap , all of your focus and attention trained solely on him , is possibly the best thing he could ever ask for . he could never ask you to compensate him when you're already making him the happiest guy in the world
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So funny that in my younger days, I would have never seen my body as a work of art. I hyperfixated on my imperfections and was incredibly critical of my curves and height.
20+ years later, I AM a work of art--body and soul. Though childbirth, illness, mental breakdowns, growth, triumph, and heartbreaks, my body and mind have carried me through it ALL.
My resilience and vulnerabilities are GORGEOUS, and I wear it proudly--physically and mentally.
And of course, I appropriately adorn it all with irreverent humor and whimsical sass 😉 i mean, a girl's got to have intellectual style 🤓
Carry on.
I hope you thrive today! ❤️
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Now that botb is a summer show…
Mandatory beach episode
#infamous if#orion quinn#mc aoi muse#gonna try to draw the band as well. and seven staring at mc through his sunglasses#maha art#had to tone down Orion’s muscles a bit 😭
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Italy Joe taking over my head, though. For the past few days.
warnings: established relationship, p in v sex, rpf in general??? as the banner suggests, smut smutty smut with some fluff. outdoor / balcony sex. fem reader.
You and Joe having a little summer holiday in Italy, he's the expert. And he's excited taking you to all his favorite spots, experiencing Italy through your eyes. Indulging in the food, the wine, obsessed with your summer dresses. The swimsuits you wear to the beaches, and yes, plural, he wants you to see every one. Connecting with his friends there and introducing you to them, getting to see another side of him.
Spending the whole day at a party with his friends, hands not able to leave each other, cuddling together despite the haze of the summer heat. Stealing kisses here and there, on lips, cheeks, necks. You're both so disgustingly cute that his friends can hardly stand the two of you and often try and pull you both away so that Joe can have some time with them, which he pouts about, a lot. But, sooner or later, he finds you again. You could be talking to someone, in the middle of conversation, and his hands finds your waist and he pulls you toward him as you let a squeal of a laugh. His lips on your neck, humming deep, grinning away as you tilt your head back and his lips find yours again.
The cycle repeats until it gets dark, his friends have given up at this point, so he has you in his arms, the air a bit cooler but still warm. You feel the warmth of his skin against you, his shirt open, his fingers trailing over the bare flesh of your stomach. Your sides. Your hips. Fingers trailing toward your chest, your breasts—
Until you smack his hands with a chuckle, his own joining in, "Stop it, behave yourself, I don't need your friends to see you feeling me up."
He snorted, "Oh, why not? They've given up on me by now, can't help it." Kissing along your jaw, "They want me happy and I'm happy with you."
"Still.... Stop it..." Though you're not sounding very convincing, smiling as he scrunches his nose at you, "God, come here..." Kissing the tip of his nose and you swear his eyes grow warm as he looks down at you. "It's uh... It's very beautiful, your Italy. I'm enjoying it a lot. Thank you for bringing me to it."
His brows rose and he gave a nod, "Yeah, yeah, I... I really love it here, y'know? London's great, but.... Just... Something about this place, it... You just feel a bit more free, y'know? Like... you can breathe. Just... Relax. I definitely need that sometimes, though, I do feel a bit of that with you. So..." He grinned, kissing the top of your head with a hum, "Thought it felt right... Taking you to the place that makes me feel like that... With the person that makes me feel the same way..."
Despite the heat, your arms wrap around him, burying your face into the warmth of his chest, his cologne hitting your senses, making you melt inside and out just for him. "I do like the version of you that comes out when we're here..." He hummed in agreement. "More relaxed, more... You." Lifting your head up, your smile wide, "And I like you a lot."
"Do you?" You nodded, which made his own smile widen. "Oh.. Good. I think that's good... Because... While you are not the first I've brought here, or, spent a good while with... I won't patronize you and say I regret that time, but... I... I really love you being here..." He let out a breath, a soft laugh tinged with it. "Fuck. I just... I like you a lot, too."
The heat plagues you both when you get back to the room of the place you're staying at. No AC. A mistake on both your parts because he wanted the authenticity of your stay. But you have a balcony, as you point out as he slips your shorts down and a trail of clothes follow towards it. Facing the night sky, him right behind you.
It was your idea, something he rather loved, driving his cock inside you over and over. Drawing out the most beautifully lewd sounds out of you. His one had at your wrist, the other around your throat. Squeezing at the sides, making your moans more desperate, almost as desperate as his own. When you started to back against him, fucking yourself on his cock... He throbbed, biting his teeth at your shoulder, both of you moving faster and faster. Dripping for him. Leaking for you. The sound of your cunt coating his cock driving the both of you crazy, your hand gripping the edge of the balcony, your cries louder and louder into the air and neither of you caring if someone could hear... Wanting them to hear.
He came first, crying out with a trembling curse past his lips. Cumming inside you, thick ropes of it filling you up and so much. Triggering your own orgasm to hit, his name flying past your lips with a sob. He held onto you tightly, his fingers coming to your clit and rubbing quick, unforgiving circles as you clenched around his cock, ushering more of him to spill inside you. He could feel you shake, you knees felt weak, waves of the after shocks of pleasure ravaging through you.
"You did good," his words, slurred softly, breathing out as he kissed up the curve of your neck and to your cheek. "Did so fucking good..." He kissed away the breathless laugh from your lips, slowly pulling out of you, his cum a small little river trickling down your thighs. It certainly felt like that to you. Still, he turned you around and kissed you, deep, his hands cradling your face, fingers into your hair from the sides, smiling as naked feed padded their way into the room, collapsing into the bed with you on top of him, kissing each other's lips still.
He'll tell you he felt bad about cumming first, that the only proper fuck was having you do the honors and him getting you there.
You telling him it doesn't matter, you got there in the end, but he refuses to be forgiven for such a travesty.
With a wicked grin and eyes to match, he makes a promise to make up for it, for, in his words, as long as it takes.
#— musings & blurbs#— words came hithered#joseph quinn fanfic#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x fem!reader smut#joseph quinn rpf
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Rachel’s girlfriends are so creative ☺️💖
#glee#quinn fabray#santana lopez#rachel berry#faberry#pezberry#my stuff#how wholesome she’s both of their muses <3
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I WON'T give up
'til the END of me.
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I know we love him in black..... BUT
Joe in pink gets me weak
#joseph quinn#eddie#musings#the pink makes me feel a lot#like.....#help me#send someone for cpr#im weak#helpless#a puddle#joe quinn
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artist!billy knight who almost always ends up recreating your image in his art, sometimes intentionally, other times unintentionally.
billy sits down to paint a landscape painting for a commission, and he thinks to himself, “hmm, i think maybe if i put someone sat at an iron garden table drinking tea somewhere over here, then that would really complete this piece.” so, he adds the person in, thinking up different features for them at random as he goes along, all the while thinking, “yes, yes! that’s much better.” until, finally, he realizes, “shit, that’s my partner. for fuck’s sake, i promised i’d stop putting my partner in my clients’ commissions. well, they’re already there and looking stunning, as always, so it’d really be a waste to just paint over them… might as well just leave them there and hope it doesn’t become an issue with the client.”
#you’re his muse… but not in a ‘destined to crash and burn’ type of way#more so in a sweet wholesome healthy realistic type of way#it’s a healthy sort of obsession… a fascination if you will#a profound admiration#he just loves you so much that he can’t help it!!!#artist!billy knight#artist!billy knight x reader#artist au#billy knight x reader#billy knight#billy knight strike#billy knight thoughts#billy knight hcs#billy knight headcanons#billy knight hc#billy knight headcanon#joseph quinn characters#joseph quinn x reader#billy knight x you
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which of my original lyrics are you?
Quinn | Jax | Nemo | Juniper | Signe
cemetery. your hands of granite and angel eyes...don't leave me, dear. haunt me like a memory, locked behind our iron gates
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A while ago I made a height chart for characters, and just to be goofy, I made a "50 Foot Harley Quinn".
We're all used to kaiju like Godzilla being 400 feet tall or more, so 50 feet doesn't seem that big, but it really is!
(Wolverine is tiny!)
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JOSEPH QUINN FOR WONDERLAND MAGAZINE PT 2
#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joseph quinn gifs#joe quinn gifs#jq wonderland#joseph quinn wonderland#myedit#mygifs#god he's too much#he's my muse my light my heart#my sun and stars the moon of my life#my chocolate button eyes
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(Apologies if this is tmi) I am in my pms week and am not having a good time. Quinn being the sweetest. He keeps track of your period and is so observant he just silently knows and does exactly what you need. Brewing you raspberry leaf tea instead of your usual (this works great for me personally), reheating your heating pad (one of the cute one's shaped like a stuffed animal) while your studying/working, will press on/massage your stomach/boobs when cuddling, and let's you maneuver him around in bed for the best position to cuddle with (he gets pouty if you bring your heating pad to bed because it's his time to be your heating pad/weighted blanket).
no need for apologies my lovely !!! so sorry 'm only just seeing this darling , n im so sorry pms is wreaking havoc on you !!! sending love !!! also as a girl with a stuffed sloth heating pad that has saved me so many times ... oh i love this
cause quinn is an absolute angel when it comes to this . like , he's already such an attentive boyfriend , but he somehow becomes more attentive , and always seems to know what you need . he definitely searches how to best alleviate symptoms , and makes his way through them , making a little mental note of what works and what doesn't . anything he can do to make you feel better , he will !! this man will stop at nothing to help you get through this week with as little struggle or pain as he can , no matter how many hoops he has to jump through to achieve that !!!
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(¸.• ♛ → "yes?" she asks when she heard someone speaking, not sure if it was to her but she wanted to ask either way. "ya were talking to me?"
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