need a rope

14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes

(reposted by request. cheers.)

14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes.

1. Don’t freak out.

2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.

3. I have been staying awake at nights, wondering if I should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you like. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I have just been too afraid for too long.

7. This is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever; it’s the kind of thing no one else can help you decide.

8. I came home on Thursday and found all of the chairs in the house stacked in a pile in the center of my kitchen; I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it must have been me that did it. It is the kind of thing a ghost might do, to prove to the living he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she told me to check if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. Twenty five years later she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, I feel so bad about making you touch the iron, she would say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all of the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I imagine my furniture in your apartment.  

11. I wonder how many likes it will get on facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punch line.

13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks (three eight year old weeks— imagine) to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after,

I tried to find that spot again.

          The ivy grew too fast.

              I searched in so many spots

it seemed impossible I had missed any.

But I never found it.

How can something be there

       and then just not be there?

         How do we forgive ourselves

             for all the things we did not become?

14. I was never bold enough to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but always thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.


Okay so my lovely bae @azraeltree did an awesome drawing of Blubluf and I NEEDED to draw him as well since this lovely bean have been in my to-do for so long. I absolutely love this character design and gosh, his color ! So pretty ! Anyway ! Hope you like it @kaweii !

Art© @little-noko

Blublu© @blesstale

Why I cut my hair short

A lot of people have been asking for my reasons behind cutting my hair short. Well, I’m here to spread the official reasons why.

  • I wanted the perfect Wolverine cosplay and needed to achieve his hairstyle (which I can now do with gel)
  • Short hair doesn’t block the exhaust vents in my jetpack
  • I am the opposite of the biblical Samson- I’m stronger the shorter my hair is (but the world couldn’t contain me if I cut it any shorter)
  • My hair flowing in the wind distracted those around me, causing mild traffic accidents wherever I went
  • Apparently secret societies enforce a maximum hair length
  • I needed a rope in order to escape from a locked tower and my scalp isn’t as strong as Rapunzel’s, so I wove a rope
  • My plans after graduation involve disguising myself as a young man and running away to seek my fortune
  • Short hair doesn’t show under my superhero cowl (or stealthy ski mask)
  • When I sang, birds came to style my hair and got tangled in my long locks
  • My pet dragon kept singeing my hair
  • I wanted to. That’s it. I promise. The only reason you need to cut your hair.
Simple Knot Magic Spell for Courage/Confidence/Feeling Free

you only need a white cord/cotton rope (not too thick, not as thin as sewing strings)

1. meditate. calm yourself and remove all distractions around you and in you as well. once you are ready, make these knots in the following directions

and in each knot one by one say,

By the Knot of One, my burdens slowly disappears.

By the Knot of Two, my inner me will shine

By the Knot of Three, i will chase the wind

By the Knot of Four, the light will lead me out

By the Knot of Five, i will fly and touch the sky

By the Knot of Six, i will be strong as the stormy seas

By the Knot of Seven, i will be proud like an eagle’s scream

By the Knot of Eight, i will be out of my cage

By the Knot of Nine, the sky will turn clear once again. 

2. the more cords/rope you use it will be more effective! once you finished a cord, place it near a healthy plant or a water with good flow. you can also put it under your pillow when you want to sleep. doing this in a midnight is recommended ^-^

this is another spell i made! the words used above are inspired by the song Touch the Sky from Brave go watch it! it really inspired me c: Touch the Sky - Brave 

Wild life tour

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Request: What if the reader is upset over something so Digger decides to take it upon himself to make them smile. So he takes them on a tour of the “wild life” aka Suicide Squad. All the while making commentary like Steve Irwin.
For Anon.

Words: 806

George ‘Digger’ Harkness/Captain Boomerang x Reader

This was really hard to write, it’s been YEARS since I watched anything like the late Steve Irwin – hope it’s okay!

“What is going on with your face?” Digger asked you again.
“Would you piss off?” You snapped and leaned back against the alley wall.
“I’m being nothing but nice.” Digger’s voice was high pitched and offended.

“Yeah well I don’t buy it,” You snapped and jabbed your thumb in Harley’s direction, “Go bother psycho Barbie and leave me alone.”
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his ratty coat, “Why are you being such a bitch?”
You shook your head angrily, “Why am I being a bitch? Because I’m a hacker and on occasion, a hit woman, I’m not equipped to deal with this shit.” You pointed at your neck where the micro-bomb hid and then jabbed your finger in the direction of Slipknot’s headless body dangling in the air like a morbid piñata.

Digger scrunched in face in consideration before saying, “Well, what can you do?”
“Just shut up Boomerang.” You snapped.

Ten minutes later you were still in the alleyway when Digger came to lean next to you and you both watched as two of the soldiers escorting you were enraptured watching Harley.
Digger nudged you with his elbow, “Here we have a very exciting breed, not seen often in these parts, psychopathic blondie.”
“What are you doing?” You asked.
He put his finger up to his lips to quiet you and continued, “See the bright colours and excess flesh, now to prey it can be seen by as a mating ritual and lesser males will be taken in by the display. However, Blondie knows exactly what’s she’s doing and when they get too close.” Almost on cue, one of the soldiers went to slap Harley’s backside but didn’t get far as she swung her bat around right into the side of his head sending him crumpling to the ground.

“Crikey!” Digger exclaimed in your ear, “An impressive display of the strength of this species, you don’t want to find yourself on the end of that bat!”

You covered your mouth with your hand so that you rest of the squad couldn’t see your laughter and you half-heartedly swatted at Digger’s arm with your hand, “What are you doing?”
“You’re being a moody bitch so I’m taking you on a wild life tour,” He explained, “You know, we are kinda known for them back home.”
“You’re an idiot.” You told him.
“That was in never in question.” He smirked and you both followed the soldiers out of the alley and into the streets.
After a while of the monotony of walking, Digger drifted over to you again and nudged you with his elbow and nodded his head over to where Killer Croc was walking slightly ahead of you.

Digger winked at you, “Now see this poor bugger, well out of its natural environment, a beaut of a salt water croc.”
“How do you know he’s a salt water?” You interrupted with a whisper.
“He’s large and dangerous, now ssh and listen.” Digger hissed back before continuing, “Now you don’t wanna get within half of its body length when they’re near the water’s edge because that’s when they’re going to use those thick arms to launch themselves straight at your neck.”

Digger glanced around at your grin and then continued again, “Now, after we’re done here, we’re going to have to begin the careful process of transporting the croc back to its natural habitat. It’s going to take tremendous concentration, first we need to wrap a rope around the top jaw, then when we’re dragging him and he goes into death roll it’s all hands on deck to jump on the beast. It’s all about man power, one false move and you’re a goner, so that’s why you’re gonna want to let our guy Flag go first – just in case.”
You laughed and nudged Digger playfully, all of your worries pushed to the back of your mind.

Digger smirked at you, “If there’s one piece of advice I can give you when dealing with a salty Croc its-”

You pulled at Digger’s coat sleeve to get his attention and gestured for him to shut up, he looked at you in confusion until he heard Killer Croc speak up, “No, carry on.
Against yourself, you couldn’t stop your grin as the colour drained from Digger’s face and he turned to Killer Croc and squeaked, “Never grab a croc by the tail.”


Because ofc HoneyMustard was a must! Too bad the person who helped me out didn’t take more than just this photo, would have loved to have gotten more because look at this it’s epic xD Would had loved to have taken some HoneyKetchup pics as well but was a bit too scared to ask, as I did not know any of the regular Sanses there and didn’t want to force anyone, as after all now everyone likes fontcest after all <:

Underswap Papyrus on the right with the crocs is me, the Papy behind me is my friend Valle who does not have a tumblr and the third Papy is @dyingstararch

If you recognize yourself in any of my photo’s and want to make yourself known then feel free to message me and I will tag you :D

anonymous asked:

I have this feeling that marinette is going to freak out after the reveal becuase now she knows that HER adrien is risking his life everyday and then she gets hyper protective of chat because the thought of adrien tightrope walking on a baton at the top of the Eiffel Tower nearly gives her a heart attack


Chat: my lady… do you really think we need safety ropes? we do this all the t-

Ladybug: *eye twitch* SAFETY COMES FIRST now put this helmet on

Starting and Building a Spirit Family

When it comes to starting a spirit family there are several things to understand: (1) bonding with every spirit is important, (2) spirit companions aren’t always forever, and (3) not everyone will always get along.

Bonding isn’t necessary for just beginners, but for all spirit keepers/workers/companions (whichever phrase you wish to use; I prefer keeper for myself as I work with human spirits, servitors, and living entities as well). You don’t bring a new friend over to your house and act like they’re not there or decide after just a few days to a week that you suddenly want a new one (at least not without discussing it first, I hope). For beginners, I would advise working with your new companion for at least a couple months before taking in a new one. Generally beginners need to learn the ropes even if they already have a few companions before adopting from me- though that may not always be the case. Even with more experienced keepers, working and bonding with your newest spirit companion for at least a few weeks before taking in a new companion. However, sometimes callings do happen despite when the last time you took in a new companion. If you feel that has happened: speak to your spirit(s) first before you add on to your family.  I do this every time before I take in a spirit regardless, and I will spend a minimum of three days discussing a new addition with my spirit family. It helps me determine whether it’s a calling or either my bleeding heart or a potential response to a good deal (I have been drawn to companion shops a few times to meet a companion) such as a flashsale sort of thing with a companion shop. Take it slow and reflect with the spirits currently with you when adding to your spirit family.

Despite what some of the community tries to imply, you may not be working with all of your spirit family all of the time for the remainder of your life/lives. Paths do change- for both humans and spirits- as they grow while they age. As mentioned in a response, two of my mates I met as a child and they both ended up leaving while we worked together because our paths were no longer inter-connected; this has happened to me several times the 24-ish years I’ve been a spirit keeper. I can say this with confidence: It’s not the end of the world if that happens. Friendships aren’t always forever. Sometimes they only last for you to learn specific lessons for your personal growth. Sometimes down the road they may even come back. If your companion decides it is time for you to part ways, then discuss it with them, and let them go. (If you got the companion from a companion shop then talk to the conjurer first before rehoming the spirit yourself- if the spirit wants to find a new companion- or talk to the conjurer about releasing the spirit from their binding if they’re vessel attached.) Always make it known that it is okay if the spirit decides to leave and request they speak with you first (if you want) so the spirit doesn’t feel they need to continue working with you and risk becoming unhappy or depressed down the road.

Much like with humans, spirits aren’t always going to get along. Age can sometimes be a factor as older spirits aren’t always taught acceptance, whether it be towards a specific spirit type or an alignment, and pasts are not always friendly, which can cause prejudices. (Even I’ve been guilty of this when it comes to spirit types.) Before you add on to your spirit family, ask your spirits how they feel about the spirit type you’re interested in working with; sometimes they’re willing to work with the spirit type despite prejudices and sometimes they’re not (unless it’s a true calling, then try to respect your spirits). If it is a calling, however, and for some reason they’re not already in your house rules (honestly, it’s much easier with them as rules right off the bat with your first companion), then make the following rules: (1) Come to me if there are any disagreements/issues, and (2) Do your best to be accepting and tolerant of each other.

Other Tips:

(1) Set up house rules. Consider things such as safety (not just for you, but for those you live with and guests as well), harmony among the spirits you work with, the nature of the spirit types you work with, and your living space.

   Examples: For my companion Hound he has a house rule that allows him to protect me without causing harm to humans unless the human means me physical harm. (It leaves him the option to ward me, to accompany me while I travel, to watch over me.) For my faeryfolk companions they’re not allowed to take shiny things unless they’re offered to them with honeyed milk. (Some of them are mischievous little buggers.) A general house rule is to not take food from my parents or any of our house guests- that they can take my food or drink only.

(2) Schedule! This is important no matter how big or small your spirit family is! Coordinate with your spirits to make times to work together (especially if they have other things they do daily) that way you’re not neglecting anyone and you will have a general idea when to expect your companions around. (They can still come around whenever, of course. It doesn’t need to be just within the scheduled times they visit.)

(3) As your family grows give everyone a job of some sort or a list of daily tasks. It will help instill a family-like mindset and may ease some potential tension. Some spirits are natural protectors (such as my companion Hound) so ask them to act as your protectors- set up warding, enchant things for you for extra protection. Some spirits are natural caregivers- ask them to help raise any younger spirits you work with or ask them to help you with any sort of emotional issues you or your spirits could have. Some spirits are natural teachers- ask them to help instruct you or younger spirits in something. Some spirits are natural cooks- let them cook for you spirit family or even teach you how to cook. Some spirits are natural healers- have them be your spirit family’s doctor/counselor/healer (they can even help you some as well).

(4) Have one of your spirits (can be more than one as your family grows if you like) be a welcoming committee. That’s what Everchanging and Crane and Hound are in my spirit family. Any new companion I get are generally greeted by some form of those three. They explain my house rules, about myself- personality, some of my likes and dislikes, my routine- about our astral refuge, and about my family as well. Everchanging even keeps some homey things on hand with them- a blanket or light jacket, a glass of cool water or hot tea (depending on the time of year), and usually a small book. It helped a lot of them transition easier into the family.

yoyos-on-the-wharf  asked:

"Can you put your mouth here?” Ladynoir? Maybe akumatized Chat? I dunno something steamy <3

For the awesome @yoyos-on-the-wharf <3

“Can you put your mouth here?” Chat Blanc tapped his lips with a clawed finger. “I bet it will make me feel all better.”

“Let me go, Chat,” Ladybug growled, struggling against the ropes securing her wrists above her head. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Aww, come on, Bug! You’re not being any fun,” he smirked, grabbing her shoulder and pushing it away so she spun slowly in her suspended position. “We could have lots of fun, you know. It doesn’t have to be like this.” He walked behind her as she came to a stop. “Well, it could still be like this,” he said, grabbing her hips, “but you know, without all the angsty ‘let me save you’ crap.”

He pressed himself against her back. “No one would have to know, my Lady. It would be our little secret,” he whispered in her ear before sliding his tongue along the shell.

“I am not your Lady,” she hissed, jerking away as much as she could.

Chat Blanc huffed and started her spinning again. “Of course you’re not. You never have been, have you? Don’t know why I thought that would change.”

Ladybug squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to be sick as she rotated. “I’m not your Lady,” she repeated. “I didn’t say I wasn’t his.”

He stretched out a hand and caught her side, bringing her to a halt. He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her middle tightly. Strung up, she was high enough to look straight into his eyes. They had turned a bright magenta in his akumatized state but somewhere in them she caught a quick glimpse of a lost look that was all Chat Noir. 

“Are you trying to play with my heart, Ladybug? I bet you think you can convince me that you just love Chat Noir so much. I’m not an idiot.”

“Well, you are, but that’s nothing new,” she quipped, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist and keep him close. 

He glanced down at their new position. “Really giving this an Oscar-worthy performance, aren’t you?”

“Give me back my kitty,” she demanded.

“I’m right here.”

“I want Chat Noir.”

“He’s gone.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Sorry, Bugaboo, but I don’t care.” He pressed forward and kissed her roughly, framing her face with his hands. Ladybug stiffened against him for a moment before melting into the kiss. He sighed against her lips, his hands sliding down to pull her closer.

Ladybug pulled back and looked at him, eyes wide. “I…I…”

“Yeah?” he asked, a little breathless.

“I’m sorry,” she said, slamming her forehead into his face. “Tikki, spots off! I need some help with these ropes.” The kwami phased through the ropes and Marinette fell to the ground as Chat Blanc started to straighten up, one clawed hand covering his bloodied nose. 

“Spots on!” Marinette cried again, kicking him further back. She tackled Chat Blanc to the ground, straddling his waist and holding his hands to the ground. “Where’s the akuma?! Tell me!”

Chat Blanc laughed, blood spattering his lips. “There is no akuma.”

Prompt List :)

Buy Me a Coffee? <3

  • me: i'm fine
  • what i mean: since the beginning of time it has always stood to reason that the compass guides the ship without it the ship will be lost at sea, the arrow goes through the heart to signify being love struck by cupids arrow, the anchor needs the rope to keep the boat from drifting away, the rose and dagger need is a metaphor for the hardships one needs to endure in order to see the world through rose colored glasses. not only do these tattoos go together but they&rsquo;re also tattooed on the opposite arms of the individuals which signify two halves of the same whole which is what keeps me up at night because it&rsquo;s so unbelievable</p>
Baron Corbin Sex Headcannons

I do love this guy. Like I find men with tattoos very attractive and this man has a lot of them. And it sounds a bit weird but look how perfect the curve of his nose is in this gif!

This is for the lovely @itsclaaree. By the way honey, I don’t know Pete Dunne enough so I’m sorry. 

Originally posted by barcncorbin

- Very rough and possessive with you. I even think his ‘making love’ would be a little rough compared to the likes of someone like Sami Zayn.

- Locker room sex, morning sex, midnight sex. just sex anytime and anywhere. He’d probably wake you up in the middle of the night because he’d be in the mood. 

- The guy lives for spanking you. In the bedroom or in public, he will spank you.

- If you ever wanted jealous sex with him; just talk to Dean Ambrose. Seriously, you would end up being pinned up against a wall: one hand on your throat and the other down your pants as he would just remind you just why you’re with him.

- He’s a huge fan of leaving lovebites all over you. But not only on your neck. You would wake up in the morning with bites on your chest, thighs, and stomach. 

- I feel like he’d be the type to fuck you at different points of the day. So in the morning, midday, late afternoon, and midnight. Mostly because I don’t think he could go one round after another. But you’d surely feel him after though. 

- Orgasm ratio is 3:1 to you. 

- He loves to eat you out. Like it’s not even a chore for him. You could be watching your favourite tv show with him and he’d just get on his knees in front of you and just eat you out. 

- He doesn’t need rope to keep you down, his sheer size and strength alone can keep you pinned down. 

- He will grunt a lot of the time and his moans are probably heavenly. 

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes
1. Don’t freak out.
2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.
3. I’ve been staying awake at night wondering if I should tell you.
4. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat, they are in the hall cupboard.
5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.
6. I always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliffside. But this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right, would just mean waiting forever.
7. I’ve just been too afraid for too long.
8. I came home on Tuesday, and found all of the chairs that I own, stacked in a tower in the centre of my kitchen. I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it can only be me that did it. It’s the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.
9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red, and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologise, in the middle of conversations, “I feel so bad about making you touch the iron”, she’d say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot, but to touch it?
10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.
11. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook?
12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punchline.
13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks -  three eight year old weeks imagine - to gather everything I would need to become batman - rope, boomerangs, a Mardi Gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The Ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible that I had missed one, but I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.
—  Doc Luben
I was eight years old and it took three weeks (three eight year old weeks— imagine) to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after,
I tried to find that spot again.
The ivy grew too fast.
I searched in so many spots
it seemed impossible I had missed any.
But I never found it.
How can something be there
and then just not be there?
How do we forgive ourselves
for all the things we did not become?
—  14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes, Doc Luben 
Partners in Crime-Loki One shot

                                                    Loki x Reader

“ I cant believe I let you rope me into thing.” you whisper harshly . Loki rolls his eyes at you , then directs his attention back to your targets.

“  You said yes before I even got a chance to tell you whats going to happen ! i didn’t need to rope you in you fool. It’s too late to back out now, you’re guilty by associate dear.” he says with a wicked grin.  Loki barged into your room 20 minutes ago claiming he had a fun idea to screw with the team.  You didn’t even need to hear the plan, you just automatically agreed to help.

 The two of you are hiding around the corner , watching as the rest of the team watches F.RI.E.N.D.S. in the Tv room. 

“ Here we go  .” He says deviously , he pushes his hand forward creating a flash of yellow throughout the room . You shield your eyes from the brightnessby hiding behind the God of Mischief .

“ Did it work?” you ask quietly , you peek over his shoulder at the team . They look unaffected by whatever he just did .

“ You’re losing your touch , KoKo.” you tease .

“ How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that ?!”

You send him wink before heading to the TV room to join your friends. Loki comes in after you , taking a empty seat next to you .  You both observe the team , seeing if his plan worked but it clearly didn’t. what a bust. 

Originally posted by crazyintheeast

 Your woken the next morning by a shrill scream , your body kicked into gear as you grab your gun from your bedside table and bolt into the hallway . You follow the chorus of yells through the tower until you end up in the kitchen . You raise your gun when you see the kitchen containing a group of people you don’t recognize.

“ Y/n its us !” A man with Red hair booms .You feel like he looks so familiar , but cant place your finger on why . 

Loki snickers from behind you ,   making realization kick in . You take in the appearances of the others ; your theory is proven correct when your eyes land on the beautiful girl with long brown hair, light blue eyes , and a metal arm .

 You lower your gun as you burst out laughing.

“ Oh my God, this is beautiful!"   Loki is smirking at you , watching as you nearly fall over laughing .

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

” This isn't  funny Y/n! Turn us back now!“ Sam says, his voice was high pitched, and he placed his hands on his waist .

” I don’t know, I’m kinda digging this. “ Tony Says as he looks down his own shirts, ” Boobs whenever I want.“

 The team lets out a mix of gags, complaints and threats to you and Loki  .

” Youll be normal in 24 hours .“ Loki calmly tells them . He grabs your hand , tugging you towards the exit.

” Better hope you guys don’t get your periods within the day!“  you shout over your shoulder.

You hear numerous whines, and some laughter from others.  You turn to Loki with a smile as he pulls you in the elevator.

” You know they are going to want revenge right?“ you ask

” I think I can handle them darling. “ he says, placing his arm around your waist, and a kiss to your cheek .

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

@leah5684  @omgpandagirl14 @netherqueen23  @frickin-bats  @elaacreditava  @skeletoresinthebasement @sammnipple


Growing Up Batty: Part 8

AN: With this chapter I mark this series as complete

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

“She has your looks Harley. Wardrobe needs some updating though.”

    “She’s so pretty Mista J! Like a little doll.”

    You grit your teeth when the laugh comes out. “Look at us! One. Big. Happy. Family.”

    You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Giving him anything for ammunition is a bad idea, and you’re already in a bad enough state. He takes a chair, and sits down in front of you. He pats your cheek, “We could have been a family before now, ya know? But your idiot mother gave you up. Can you imagine, a mother giving up their child?” You watch out of the corner of your eye as you mother flinches. “But don’t you worry, we won’t be separated anymore. Not now that daddy knows about you!”

    Silence engulfs the space for a minute before he says, “First things first Harley! A change of clothes. We need a family look! I’ll leave you to it.”

    She smiles, “You got it Mista J.”

    You say nothing as Joker leaves, and Harley starts rooting through a trunk, tossing out clothes as she goes. Your voice is quiet, “You did the right thing.”

    She turns to face you, and cocks her head. You elaborate, “Leaving me with my mother …your sister. You gave me my best chance.”

    Her face turns to one of anger, and her hands connects with your cheek, “She’s not your mother! I AM!”

    You shake your head, to recover from the slap, and you see the horror on her face as she realizes what she’s done. It’s nowhere nears as bad as what Joker’s done, but you know you have to play off of it. She reaches out to touch the now swelling cheek, and you flinch. Quietly you say, “I didn’t think you were the same.”

    She stares at you, “What?”

    “I didn’t think you’d hurt me like he would. You kept me safe. First for those nine months, then again when you gave me to your sister. I wouldn’t have lived to see my first birthday if you had taken me to him.”

    She shakes her head, “That’s not true, Mista J, your daddy …”

    “Would have killed me for crying. He’ll kill me now.” You take a deep breath, “Mama, look at me. Look at what he’s done to me. To you. He’ll kill us.”

    Her lip quivers, “We’re going to be a family.”

    You shake your head, “No. We’re not. I can’t do what you do. I can’t hurt innocent people.”

    “It get’s easier.”

    “Is that really what you want for me? For killing to be easy? For bad things to be easy? Aunt Libby said you wanted the best for me. Was that as lie?” You can see her wavering, “Don’t you love me mama?”

    A second later her arms are around you, “My baby, I’m so sorry my baby.”

    You take a deep breath, “Ivy sent me to you mama. She’s gave me something to help us get safely out, but you need to untie me.”

    The ropes are cut a moment later, and you reach up to your ear. You remove the small plant that’s twisted around there, and whisper, “I have her Ivy, and we need help.”

    The onslaught of plants that follows is massive. And Joker’s screams of terror are even worse. When that giant Venus fly trap appears and swallows you, you start to hyperventilate. Harley pulls you close and rubs your back, “It’s okay baby, we’ll be out soon.” she says.

Sure enough it opens into a greenhouse, with Ivy waiting for the both of you. What follows is hours of vaccinations and treatments of your wounds. While she can’t heal the broken arms, she can heal the bruises and cuts. You watch on the TV as Batman and the boys take the Joker down.

You fall asleep at some point, and when you wake it’s to Harley running her fingers

through your hair. You blink at her, before sitting up. “What time is it?”

“Little past one …in the afternoon.”

“I missed school.”

She nods, “Sorry about that.”

“One day won’t kill me.”

There’s silence before she says, “Ivy told me how you came for me.”

You look her in the eye, “I won’t do it again. When you keep making the same mistake over and over again, it’s no longer a mistake. He beats you mama, he beat me. He doesn’t love us. We’re possessions. I can stay out of his hands. I know I can. The question is, can you?”

“Snooks …” You raise an eyebrow at the nickname and she gives  sad smile, “I kept you for the first three months, ya know? Figured I could really do it. Then some bastard recognized me, and Mista J’s enemies were on my ass in a heartbeat. That’s when I knew. But that was my nickname for you, Snooks.”

You sigh, “I can’t be around you if you’re going to go back to him. You have to choose, me or him.”

She gives you a smile, “You can’t stay with me.”

“No, but I can visit. If you stay here. If you stay out of trouble, I’ll come by twice a week. We can have a relationship. But he can’t be a part of it.”

You watch her hesitate before she says, “I choose you, Snooks. I’ll stay here.”

You nod, “Thank you mama.”

Damian is waiting for you when you get home from the hospital. You’ve got a brand new cast, and orders to rest. Your parents say nothing, as he follows you up to your room. He says nothing, as you cuddle with him on your bed. You fall asleep, and when you wake up it’s to Damian drawing on your cast.


He shrugs, “I got bored.”

There’s a moment of silence before you ask, “You know?”

He nods, “I know.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Takes time. Hell, you know my story.”

“So, does Jason hate me?”

“No. Something about poetic justice or something.”

You nod, “Hmm. She’s staying with Ivy. Says she chose me.”

Damian’s question is a whisper, “Think it’ll last?”

“I don’t know.”

Harley’s promise to you lasts a long time. She stays with Ivy for years. You see the relationship there, it makes you smile. She goes out occasionally, covertly, and usually with Ivy. You keep your distance as Nightengale when she shows up. And so does Damian. Eventually you bring him along. He calls the women psycho’s they think he’s adorable.

“So when are you going to do something about that?”

You stare at your mother, “Do something about what?”

    You blanch, “He’s my best friend. My brother. Nothing more.” She gives a pout, but you have nothing else to say. It’s true. Damian is your brother, and neither of you wants anything more.

The day your mother breaks her promise is the day Joker escapes from Arkham. He kidnaps your adoptive mother, and nearly kills her. That’s when Harley seeks him out. You arrive on the scene too late. You find them dead, they’d fallen from high up, and the broken necks explain everything.

You leave your father for the crows, but your mother … You bury her on a hill outside the city. A place where the sun shines, and it’s quiet. It seems odd that the sun shines so brightly on the day of the funeral, but you don’t question it. You stare at the headstone, with Ivy on one side of you and Damian on the other.

After a moment you say, “She’d hate it out here.”

Damian cracks a smile, “Too boring.”

Ivy laughs, “The last years of her life were like that. She’d grown accustomed. How’s your mother doing?”  

“Good, mad the doctors wouldn’t let her come. Dad’s keeping her in the hospital for therapy though. Doctors say she’ll make a full recovery.”

Ivy hmms, “You two were the most important things in her life.”

You nod, “She was a protector at heart. Spent her whole life protecting her sister and then me.”

You watch vines wrap around the headstone before Ivy says, “I’ll see you Thursday Arlecchino.”

“Bye Ivy.”

When she’s gone Damian says, “You’re keeping up with the visits?”

You shrug, “She seems to do less harm that way.” The two of you begin walking towards his car, “Haven’t you noticed the drop?”

“Yep, just figured Harley was keeping her busy.”

You smile, as you climb into your car. You’d been haunted by your parent’s past your entire life. Then you’d met Damian Wayne and that had slowly changed. You’d found yourself, and relationship with your mother before she’d died. It was time to move on, and create a new legacy, as Nightengale, and a force for good.

All Adventurous Women Do

Pairing: DAVEED x Reader
Warnings: BONDAGE, verbal degredation, cum on tits, cum eating, 
Word count: 3068
A/N: No one asked for this, literally, no one. This inspired very heavily by HBO’s Girls (Episode: Vagina Panic s1 ep2) and also some of Adam Sackler’s funny moments! All of the opening and closing dialogue is STRAIGHT from the show as well as some of the stuff he says while fucking her! Enjoy!!

Tags: @hamil-lins @gonnamurderyou @itsjaynebird @aceplaysbass

Daveed had been on the road touring for what felt like ages.

You weren’t exactly dating him, so it was natural for you to not hear from him for a week, sometimes two, only for him to then text you seemingly out of nowhere. Those texts often led to sex, and eventually, you just ended up hanging around his apartment more and more.

He had been home for a week without a single word sent your way, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You sat on your bed, surrounded by odd beauty products as you did your makeup; smudged winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a light dusting of pink blush. Your hair was pulled back and teased, framing your face to accentuate your cheekbones. You had on an all-black ensemble, consisting of a leather jacket, tight mini dress, fishnets, and converse.

Stepping out of your bedroom and into the common area, seeing your best friend and her boyfriend in the middle of some argument.

“How do I look?” You interrupted, standing the doorway of your bedroom.

Immediately, her boyfriend let out a laugh. “You look like you’re going to put a hex on some popular girls.”

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