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quinn-borel · 9 months

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A Familiar Face

“A ball?” Quinn asked quizzically over the breakfast table at Fortemps manor.

“A ball? In these times? I can hardly see how it is appropriate when the Dravanians are nearly at your doorstep.” Alphinaud mused to himself as he sat across from Quinn, barely touching his breakfast. Lord Edmont de Fortemps sat at the head of the table, placing his knife and fork down as he looked towards the youngest Elezen at the table,

“Be that as it may, the lords of Ishgard aren’t one to forsake an excuse to hold a party. This one will be smaller than the usual foray, but nevertheless, I was requested to bring Eorzea’s savior in tow, along with my sons.”

“Why me?” Quinn tilted her head a bit, “I’m not of nobility. Sure, I’m your ward, but if anything, I’m just a runaway. Wouldn’t Alphinaud be a better choice to attend? He’s more…diplomatic.”

“This is probably a way for the Lords to put you under a microscope,” Alphinaud pointed out, “I’m sure despite the city being as closed as it is, word has traveled of your deeds. Given how close you’ve been working with House Fortemps these last few weeks, I’d say you may have become a popular topic of gossip, I’m afraid.”

Quinn sighed, absolutely defeated by the truth that came from her fellow Scion. Nothing sounded less appealing than getting dressed up and mocked and prodded all night by a load of stuffy nobles. She looked to Edmont with pleading eyes, as if to say, ‘Please, don’t make me go, dad.’. But to no avail, he closed his eyes and gently grasped his cup of coffee,

“It will be tomorrow evening, around sunset. We will have a seamstress fit you with a proper gown as well–at our cost, of course.”

Quinn sank in her seat, the feeling of dread wafting over her. She was never one for formal events, nay, she was an adventurer and heart and a bard by trade. She wasn’t meant to dance along with Ishgardian nobles, she was meant to sing and parade around tavern locals.

“C’mon, Quinn, old girl, it won’t be that bad!” Emmanellain stated as he entered the breakfast nook with Honoroit behind him, “A night of food, wine, and dancing with some of the finest in all of Ishgard. It will be a delightful event, for sure!”

He was a little too excited for the gala for Quinn’s taste, she sank further in her chair in response. Alphinaud shrugged with a wry smile as he looked upon his friend with pity. She would have to take the fall that evening while he continued his work at the manor. Quinn stared blankly at the young Elezen across from her, irritated that he had no further objection to the idea.

“Who knows, maybe this will be good for you, Quinn.” Alphinaud finally broke the silence between them, smiling into his morning tea, “It may teach you some class.”

“Oh, haha, you’re so funny, Alphi.” Quinn extended her leg underneath the table and practically dug her toe into the young lad’s shin. He yelped in response, almost dropping his teacup and saucer. Despite everything that happened to him, there was still an air of cheekiness to him. That, he hadn’t grown out of just yet.

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The evening approached rather quickly, almost too quickly to Quinn’s dismay. She arrived at the House Durendaire estate along with Edmont, Emmanellain, and Artoirel, adorned with the finest Ishgardian gown that matched the other ladies in attendance. Truly, one could not distinguish her in the crowd—she looked as if she belonged within the circle of socialites. Her only distinguishing feature was the grimace on her face as they walked about, obviously displeased to even be there in the first place. The dress was uncomfortable, her bodice was tighter than she’d like, and the extra makeup on her visage felt caked-on and unbearable. Artoirel had her on his arm, serving as her official ‘date’ for the gala, for every lady needed an escort of sorts.

“At least try to act the part,” he muttered under his breath so that only she could hear him, “you’re already under scrutiny, after all. Best you act like you want to be here.”

“Maybe if I had a drink…” Quinn eyed the refreshment table from afar, manned by a steward who seemed to be serving the finest ports. While she was more partial to ale and hard liquor, wine would certainly do the trick in calming her nerves.

“Just don’t go overboard.” He warned her as he allowed his arm to fall, allowing Quinn to float away from him and gravitate towards the table with glee. At the very least, it got her to drop her sour expression.

As she approached the table, Quinn could overhear some faint whispers around her,

“….outsider.”

“….Fortemps ward…..outsider…”

“….oh, it’s her…..Eorzea’s ‘savior’….”

“…..drunkard…..harpy”

That last one stung a bit. Sure, she got around, but outside of Ishgard only. Not once had she bed anyone since her arrival in the city-state, and she barely visited the Forgotten Knight for a drink. At least, that’s what she could remember…

One drink was followed by another as she strode around the gala, visiting the refreshment table every time her glass went dry. It put her at ease, her body feeling warm with her cheeks and suddenly the whispers were so faint they barely bothered her.

Let them talk. I’m Quinn-fucking-Rin’ria, the savior of Eorzea.

She spun around a bit to the music as she came dangerously close to the dance floor. A few patrons had to step aside in order to not be bumped into, yet, one guest in particular was not so lucky. Quinn’s hand smacked the arm of one Ser Forlemort, who immediately whipped around and glared at the young woman,

“Bah, you again!” He coughed, “I thought I’d had enough of you and your party poking your nose around Ishgard, yet here you are in the city. I can’t believe they let rabble like you in.”

Quinn glared back, yet a smirk was painted across her features, “Same goes to you, old man. They should have kept you locked in that observatorium where you belong to wither away.”

“How dare you, you drunken-” he stopped and his gaze went upwards, past Quinn as if there were someone behind him. He gritted his teeth and turned away, muttering curses under his breath as he went back to his own party. Quinn tensed up as she, too, felt a looming presence behind her—such a presence that seemed to startle the old man back to what he was doing. She slowly turned to find a rather tall Elezen standing behind her, dark hair with piercing blue eyes and a warm smile with a look of bemusement on his face.

“Are you always getting into trouble like this?” He asked.

“Ser Aymeric?” Quinn straightened up at the sight of the man no longer in his imposing golden armor, but rather relaxed in what she figured was the standard Ishgardian evening coat. She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her mind so that she could talk to him without coming off as a drunken fool, “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“As the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights, I have a duty as a representative here at these formal events. But that aside, I am more surprised to see you here.”

“Me? Well, I was encouraged to come here as a member of House Fortemps.” She explained, “Though I think I was invited here to be more of an entertainment piece than a guest…” Her gaze fell to the floor, and Aymeric looked awkwardly off to the side,

“I cannot deny that I have heard whispers of you here and there. Though, I feel that now is a time where I can meet the proclaimed ‘Warrior of Light’ on a more personal level to expunge such rumors I’ve been hearing.”

“Truly?” Quinn looked to him rather curiously, “Well, those rumors are rather true. I’m just a bumbling outsider who drinks too much. Aside from the whole ‘savior of Eorzea’ thing.”

Aymeric chuckled, offering his hand to her as the music changed, “If I may?”

She wouldn’t let his charm get to her, her trust in people already as fragile as ever. Yet, something compelled her to take his offer, her slightly-shaky hand touching his palm. Aymeric guided her to the dance floor,

“Do you dance?” He asked.

“Not particularly. I mean, I used to when I was a young one.”

“It should be easy to catch on. Just follow my lead.”

The pair made their way to the dance floor, Aymeric taking the lead in their waltz,

“…So, how much wine have you had this evening?”

“That’s,” she hiccupped softly, “none of your business, Ser Aymeric. Is that what they teach fancy nobles to say to a lady during their first dance?”

“I consider us friends at this point,” he said with a warm smile, “I was just wondering if you were enjoying yourself, that’s all.”

“Oh, Gods,” she sighed, “between you and I, I’d rather be performing at the Forgotten Knight than dolled up and in this place.”

“Well, if it means anything to you, you clean up well.”

“You as well, Ser Aymeric.”

Quinn’s feet moved in unison with Aymeric’s, as if she were a well-seasoned dancer. Their movements flowed with ease, Aymeric being somewhat gentle with the way he held her hand and somewhat timid with the way his other hand sat at her hip. Quinn expected a military leader to be a bit rougher with his movements, but something about Aymeric seemed more refined and gentlemanly. He truly was treating her with care, and she noticed.

“So, question and answer time,” Quinn began, “you said you wanted to get to know me better?”

“Well, just by your movements alone I’ve gained quite a bit of insight.”

“Hmm,” she tilted her head, the alcohol really taking effect, “I guess then I can keep my mouth shut for the rest of this dance then?”

She looked at him with a smile. Her smile. The smile of a thousand suns, one would describe. Aymeric’s grip tightened slightly on her hand, and his eyes glistened ever subtly.

“You needn’t silence yourself. In fact, I encourage you to tell me a little more about yourself.”

“What is there to tell that you haven’t already studied with your ‘borderline fascination’?” She mused, “I’m an adventurer, a member of the Scions, and a bard by trade. I like to drink and dance and be merry. Not much to tell you past that.”

“I see.” His gaze never left hers, and the two of them locked eyes as they went about another turn in the dance.

“Boring, right?”

“On the contrary. I knew you had skill with a bow, but I wasn’t aware you were an entertainer.”

“You should stop by the inn some nights, if you’re not busy being…commander and all that…I’m sometimes there.”

“I may just have to.”

The beat of the music slowed down, just a tad, just enough to where the world itself seemed to stop at that very instant. His piercing blue gaze felt as if it went right through her, as if he were studying her. Yet, there was a tinge of red in his ear, something that Quinn failed to notice past his stare.

“Something wrong, Lord Commander?” Quinn asked, noticing that Aymeric suddenly went quiet. He shook his head immediately, continuing to smile back at her with his charming expression. The music changed number, meaning that their dance had come to an end. Aymeric gracefully released her, bowing slightly to thank her for the dance.

“I hope that we can see each other again soon, my friend.” He said, “It was a delight dancing with you.”

“You’re too formal,” Quinn teased, “I thought we were friends.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Aymeric straightened himself before looking to his left to see that Artoirel had approached them, “Lord Artoirel, it is a pleasure to see you.”

“Same to you, Ser Aymeric.” Artoirel gave him a slight bow, “I see you’ve had a chance to get more acquainted with Quinn here.”

“Please, we barely talked.” Quinn huffed,

“Well, perhaps we should choose a different venue next time.” Aymeric replied back, “One where you’re more comfortable.”

“I’ll take that offer.” Quinn shot back with a big grin, “Drinks on Ser Aymeric at the Forgotten Knight!”

Artoirel sighed, pressing his fingertips to his forehead, yet Aymeric patted his shoulder with a chuckle, “I tag out to you, friend. Take care of her.”

“Hm?”

“You heard him, Artoirel,” Quinn snickered, “You are my escort, after all.”

“Yes, yes, please remind me.” He sighed, turning to her and offering his hand, “Shall we?”

“Another dance?”

“No, I’m taking you home.”

“Gods, yes, finally.” Quinn sighed, grabbing his arm and leaning against him, “I’m getting tired of this place.”

“Lower your voice, please.”

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“Artoirel-”

“Keep quiet.”

She hummed against his lips before he allowed her tongue in his mouth. Artoirel kept his grip firm on her hips, allowing her to continue to grind against him in such a seductive manner.

“By the Fury-” he muttered as she parted from him, she placed her fingertips against his lips to silence him. Quinn smirked behind her drunken daze, sitting back on his lap as she ran her hands down his well-toned frame.

It all started with their arrival back at Fortemps manor, Edmont and Emmanellain had not yet arrived and Quinn, inebriated to hell and back, felt that her sudden feelings of longing needed to be satiated. Artoirel had no such immunity to her own personal charms, and one thing lead to another. The once-irritable and stoic lord now lay on his bed, shirtless, being straddled by the Warrior of Light.

“What? Do you think your daddy’s gonna hear us?” She muttered with a smirk, her aching hands slowly gliding down his abdomen and towards his belt, “It was just a matter of time, my good ser. He would be proud to know you’ve bedded Eorzea’s savior.”

Artoirel’s lips made a thin line, his hands doing most of the talking as his grip tightened on her hips. Quinn snickered at his response, tapping a finger to his nose. Yet, as she leaned over the world shifted slightly and her vision blurred. Perhaps….it was too much wine. Perhaps, trying to drink away your anxiety was not the best plan of action. Nay, the Warrior of Light, with as little grace as possible, closed her eyes and flopped on the side of his bed. Sound asleep. Artoirel sat up from his daze, looking over the poor thing and gently patting her head,

“I’ll carry you off to your room then. Get some rest, ‘Warrior of Light’.”

#Quinn Lore #Writing #Long post #ffxiv #Heavensward #Quinn Rin'ria #Long before her relationship with Aymeric #Artoirel is there too #Aymeric de borel #Quinn was a fucking mess before she got with Aymeric

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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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the problem with quinn's favourite knife is I could research for months and still not have the hands-on murder experience to actually decide on what he might reasonably think is the Ideal Knife for his purposes.

the other problem is that, if his reasons are more sentimental than practical, there are so many options and all of them are great.

-- the one given to him by the person who trained him

-- the first knife he killed someone with

-- the knife he bought with his first paycheck (along with his first good suit)

-- the one stolen from an enemy shortly before or after their death

-- the one stolen from an ALLY shortly before or after their death

-- the one eliot looked at and gave an approving nod

-- the one eliot looked at and said "are you kidding me? you're bringing that?" and, of course, quinn had to prove him wrong

-- the one he used to open a package eliot was struggling with the first time they were holed up in a safehouse together. eliot cooked for them afterwards and they had a pretty good time, given the circumstances.

and look, it was a new knife, quinn was going to use it For Work after that, but he… doesn't. he just doesn't. he uses it for everything else and keeps it sharp, keeps it clean, and it's fine. it's his lucky charm now, apparently. he's not going to question why.

#the package was kitchen scissors because it will never not amuse me that those things are so impossible to open #quinn's lucky knife #quinn leverage #quinn lore #the built in bulletpoint function is my archnemesis and I hope y'all are okay with that #(it needs the extra line spacing and I like to be able to waffle on a bit)

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transexuality · 2 years

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only child (OR like me and youngest child raised as only bc when you were born all your siblings were moved out)

THATS ACTUALLY REALLY CLOSE, all of my siblings are older than me and im the only one living at home

#i wanna say ive been the last one home for like.. 2 years? maybe 3 #i have 2 brothers one is 40 and one is 25 #and my sister is 22 #but i grew up wirh the 25 yr old and my sister living witb me all my childhood #and im still really close w the 40 yr old but ive never lived with him before #asks #quinn lore

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slaymiedrysdale · 4 months

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He looks like your work husband that your real husband is jealous of because you kissed him once at an office Christmas party way before you even met your real husband and he sees him as a threat and Luke is trying to sabotage your marriage cuz he’s been in love since the kiss.

#luke hughes #nhl #hockey #nj devils #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #jack hughes #the corporate Luke lore is growing #I should write a fic about this #I won’t cuz I’m lazy so someone’s allowed to steal my idea #but honestly if Luke was my coworker I’d cheat on my man too #women in corporate

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tiger-balm · 5 months

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Where did the nickname come from?

"As soon as we drafted him I thought 'hughesy, huggy bear'"

#FROM THE FIRST MOMENT HE SAW HIM #AHBAD : assigned huggy bear at draft #AND THEN HE WORE A BEAR SHIRT #fate destiny etc etc #sorry for posting 4 year old content but i couldnt find this anywhere on tumblr so im uploading it myself #*#quinn hughes #brandon sutter #lore #vancouver canucks

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bhvr · 8 months

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#i would’ve put adriana in the first spot but a sm held me hostage earlier so she’s not allowed to be in the shitpost #anyway #read hux’s lore im so serious he actively chooses he/him pronouns over it/its #dbd #dead by daylight #susie lavoie #hux a7 13 #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #the trapper #evan macmillan #upload

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cephalonheadquarters · 1 month

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yet another redrawing of touhou things

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box Series Masterlist(22-23 Season & Summer)

Penalty Box Essentials

General Masterlist

23-24 Season Masterlist

Trevor Zegras Edition

one — two — three — four — five — six — seven — eight — nine — ten — eleven — twelve — thirteen— fourteen — fifteen — sixteen — seventeen — eighteen — nineteen — twenty — twenty-one — twenty-two — twenty-three — twenty-four — twenty-five — twenty-six

Quinn Hughes Edition

one — two — three — four — five — six — seven — eight — nine — ten — eleven — twelve — thirteen — fourteen — fifteen — sixteen — seventeen — eighteen — nineteen — twenty — twenty-one

Bonus Editions

trevor’s birthday edition

jamie’s birthday edition

jack’s birthday edition

sissy’s birthday edition

ethans’s birthday edition

luke’s birthday edition

jack hughes edition: vegas trip — penalty box — jack’s tooth: taylor’s version

luke hughes edition: luke and ethan (frozen four) — debut

engagement edition

eras tour edition

bestie’s weekend edition (cole and alex)

matthew tkachuk edition

national best friends day

trevor’s caddies edition

development camp edition

lake house shenanigans edition

national girlfriends day edition

shoulder check showcase edition

captain quinn

Imagines/Blurbs

Misconduct (Trevor Zegras)

Cole McWard’s Adoption

Home Early (Trevor) (Blurb)

Stage Coach (blurb)

Nerf Gun War (Jamie)

Sissy Yells at Matthew /// Brady

Long Roadie

Comforting Ethan & Luke

Little Bird

#penalty box series #penalty box series: quinn hughes edition #penalty box series: bonus editions #penalty box series: blurbs #penalty box series: asks #penalty box series: imagines #penalty box series: tik toks #penalty box series: sissy lore #penalty box series: ask sissy

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houndfaker · 9 months

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for the love of god it took me 3 days to do this. p3 x sonic

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bubbasbubblebutt · 10 months

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Caleb saw this and went "what a distinguished gentleman"

#HES SO CUTE A A #jacques my beloved #dead by daylight #dbd #caleb quinn #the deathslinger #caleb quinn imagines #deathslinger #dead dawg saloon #dbd lore #dead by daylight anniversary

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quinn-borel · 25 days

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You know I have to ask—Quinn’s thoughts on Estinien

Oh Estinien…ohohoho Estinien….

Her memory of HW Estinien is a little fuzzy (ie: I need to replay HW to remember actual details) but they were on amicable terms for the most part, both fighting for the same cause and all that. Quinn understood Estinien’s need for vengeance, but she detested being seen as his equal by Aymeric (or at least, she assumed he alluded to that).

They did have a very short conversation post-Vault while Aymeric was being tended to by the chirurgeons for his wounds. Estinien had some…odd words of encouragement for her and actually helped her in her grief over Haurchefant. (once I replay HW, I will write this scene)

So, throughout Stormblood her view of Estinien was that of a man who was going through his own growth and she respected him for that, if not sort of looked up to him for it. She appreciated his work in being an intermediary between man and dragon and really had nothing but praises for him. They never really interacted directly though, and as far as Estinien was concerned Quinn was the same Quinn that she was in Heavensward.

Which is…a very different Quinn. A less tame Quinn. A loud and boisterous and drunk and promiscuous Quinn…

So post-Shadowbringers Quinn and Aymeric finally open up about their courtship and intent for marriage. Estinien learns about this and, is quite frankly, unimpressed with Aymeric’s choice in partner. Quinn is confused as to all hell why Estinien is so sour towards her, even going so far as to be dragged to their official ceremony in the Vault right before the events of 5.5 and not staying for the afterparty.

Then he becomes a Scion, and Quinn returns his feelings towards her by being equally sour and almost bullying and annoying him like a little sister would. He’s Aymeric’s best friend! It’s totally fine. And she’s being playful about it. But she holds less animosity towards him as he does to her.

She even chooses to invite him into her room before they travel to Ultima Thule, to which they have a pow-wow concerning Aymeric, and Quinn concedes that if she is Aymeric’s sun, Estinien is his moon. (Translation: We’re both important to him, so neither of us can die on this mission).

It’s definitely a big brother – little sister relationship up until the end of 6.0, where Estinien finally has respect for Quinn after all she had done for the star. She wasn’t the little drunken whore that she was when they first met, and he finally admits that she’s a stalwart ally.

While the patches aren’t necessarily canon, between 6.0 and 7.0, Quinn and Estinien have a good relationship with each other. They’re back to being amicable, but there’s still an air of tension between them that’s almost indescribable. They are like oil and water, much to Aymeric’s disappointment.

But they’re also like friendly rivals all the same. They’re Aymeric’s left and right hand.

#Quinn Lore #BIG LORE POST #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #a long winded explanation of 'eh they're like siblings'#Quinn Borel #Aymeric has two hands but unfortunately those two hands fight each other a lot #ffxiv #thank you for the ask!#there's a lot of Quinn and Estinien stuff I need to write

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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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it's wild to me how comfortable cc seems with hair getting in his face. it's more obvious with martin riggs, obviously - I realised after a while that martin never flicks it out of his face, just tidies it back with his fingers occasionally. and as quinn, talking to chaos at the railings with his hair in his face, taking down dubenich's guys with it flopping down and covering one eye (it gets tidied up between takes), it makes an interesting contrast with eliot's "my hair has personally wronged me and I'm going to take it out on the first person I can justify punching" mid-fight hair flips.

(first doylistic explanation: quinn the character was not meant to have hair flying free at the slightest opportunity, so they all just pretended it didn't happen. this one's boring so I'm skipping it.)

this may be a stretch, but it could tie in with the thing where the actor doesn't really convey frustration or anger with his body language all that much. (there may be a better way to phrase that thought.) even when playing dangerous characters, he doesn't quite manage to be physically threatening - even quinn just comes across as competent and vaguely superior, little more than irritated when he's offering to break chaos' fingers.

…I find that pretty neat, actually. to me it's almost a sense of professional restraint. it's someone who's too focused and busy to care about posturing, and won't care about posturing when he gets provoked to the point of taking action either. it's the sense that he's a loaded gun held at the ready, not yet needed. and it's very different to eliot's "it's vital I look scary to keep us safe & so I don't have to back it up with violence too often" approach.

back on track (off track?) (what even is this post), it seems to me that quinn might well register his hair as a massive nuisance, but we might not really see that until he's been getting more and more quietly on edge through the day and finally asks - mostly calm, even - where the hair clippers are kept.

#quinn and ill-advised buzzcuts are otp I am sorry #also apologies I have no clue how coherent this post is #previously discussed the ''wait how come cc characters are never physically threatening'' thing with finch. it's WILD.#also most definitely applies to Terrible Murdery Cop Character Martin Riggs #who bless him comes across as entirely safe to be around despite his entire situation #(I have theories about why the character's like that. they're bleak.)#the hair posts are getting more and more niche so help me #this thought brought to you by staring at that last gifset for too long and going 'huh'#quinn lore #I have a normal amount of thoughts about fictional characters' hair #orig

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poisonousquinzel · 1 month

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I dont understand how the same man who wrote the absolute insulting atrocity that is the Harley & Ivy comic (and the fuckint Harvest comic i stg) is the same one behind the Harley & Ivy episode and this

[Ivy disappearing on the other line is because she Immediately left when she heard what Joker had said.

She may have been teasing Harley and laughing at first when she was going on about all the things planned for her birthday night with her love, probably because Ivy knows he doesn't have a romantic hone in his entire body. but the second he Actually did something, he pulled the plug on her special night because he wanted to go do the "Yacht Club Job", she wasn't having it.

"No way was that going to happen."

"Look at her smile. Isn't this better than robbing that stuffy old yacht club? So glad I ran into you en route."

Just those lines of hers :')

Like even though she thinks he sucks and she knows he probably wouldn't have made the night as wonderful as Harley deserved in the first place, damnit she deserved Something. something other than him leaving her behind on standby in case they need a get away driver.]

like does this man flip a coin every time he writes Ivy and decides whether or not he wants to characterize her accurately or make her essentially a joker stand in purely so they can add plain ol' slapstick humor. it's fucking baffling to me. like who the fuck creates a character who's in YOUR og canon an abuse victim and the literal episode her and Ivy meet in that fact is reiterated time and time again. it built Ivy up as someone that really is going to care about her and wants to help her improve her mental health because he's destroyed her self esteem.

and then to take that bond YOU made and throw them into a disgusting, over sexualized comic that you incorporate fucking slapstick humor into?!?! Like wtf is wrong with him how do you manage to create a couple great (female centric) stories but most of the time just come off as nasty and frankly sexist.

p*ul d*ni i just wanna talk, i swear i will not viciously bite your ankles i swear

#i honestly dont think he intended on the ivy in that being plant ivy but uh she is :) green skinned ivy in the btas is a fucking plant.#im just clarifying that because it doesn't really matter in the context of what I'm saying #but i dont wanna confuse anyone cause ik ive talked about plant ivy before #what ive learned since joining the fandom is that uh fucking no one communicated #when writing the comics so shit gets weird and stupid because they cant... idk come up with a over arching plot?#it wouldnt be that hard to decide that chapters 3 12 and 17 are going to be ones they appear in together #and plan...#and commuinate with each other what's happened leading up to this #lore and costume wise and this is how their arc will progress throughout each of their chapters.#but no :)))))#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #dc comics #harlivy

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