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take-taker-taken · 2 months

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can you do ABA!taker x plus size!reader it’s her birthday and she was looking forward to spending it with him. But when she woke up he was at work so she was upset and crying the whole morning. Taker makes it up to her tho please.

Thank you for the Ask! I tried, but just couldn’t have a birthday girl in tears the whole morning 🥺 - I hope you like!

Birthday Girl

A shaft of sunlight slants through the drapes and tickles your face, pulling you out of sleep and you roll over to look at the clock, which reads 8am. You smile and stretch, for once not minding a relatively early wake up on a weekend because today is different. You’ve been looking forward to your birthday for weeks because you know he’s going to make it special. He’s not laying beside you but there’s nothing unusual there - he normally gets up early and heads straight down into his gym. You sit up and cast your eye around the room, seeing nothing out of place so you shrug the duvet off and climb out of bed.

After a quick shower there’s still no sign of him and so you pull on some jersey shorts and one of his big Harley Davidson t-shirts, shimmying it down over your generous curves. You call his name as you head down the stairs but there’s no response - it really does seem awfully quiet. There’s no sign of life in the kitchen - not so much as the coffee machine cooling and so you flick that on and wander around, thinking he’ll maybe have left a card propped up somewhere, or a little gift.

But there’s nothing.

All the blinds are open in the kitchen and the living room and you spot an empty glass in the sink so with a small smile you head downstairs to the gym, thinking at least you’ll get to see him all sweaty and working out. You open the door to complete darkness and another silent room. You flick the light on just in case he’s sat there in the dark but of course he’s not so you pull the door closed again and head back to the kitchen, feeling dejected.

The coffee machine is gurgling as you pull down a mug and grab the cream from the fridge and then you have a thought and wander to the hallway. Sure enough, his keys are gone from the bowl on the side stand. You do a little jump and head back to the kitchen where you serve yourself the coffee and grab your phone from the table, knowing now that he must have headed out to pick up breakfast as a treat. And… yup! There’s a voicemail from him right there. You dial into it and wait impatiently while the robot-voice tells you that you have one new message and then…

“Hey, baby. I just *crackle crackle* and *crackle clunk crackle crackle* by *crackle clunk* that work *clunk crackle crackle clunk* important so *crackle clunk* oon *crackle* an. Bye.”

The message cuts off and you stand there as your stomach drops. One word that had come through from the static-riddled mess loud and clear… work.

He’s gone to work?

Without saying anything or even waking you.

On your birthday.

You sink into a chair and stare down into your mug, the image before you blurring as tears form in your eyes. He went to work on your birthday. You gulp half the liquid down around the ache in your throat as you hold back a crying fit. You grit your teeth and call him, intending to give him a piece of your mind but the call goes straight to answerphone. You hang up before the beep because if you try to leave him an angry message you know you’ll just cry instead.

You shift in your seat to avoid the sunlight streaming through the window - it’s an irritant now rather than a pleasure. What if he went to work because he forgot about your birthday altogether? No, no he can’t have because you were talking about it only the other day. You shake your head to reinforce your thought. He hasn’t forgotten.

“He didn’t forget.” You say out loud to the empty room. “He just went to work instead.”

You sigh, get up and go to the cupboard to pull out of a box of cereal, all thoughts of a special breakfast forgotten. You work your way through a bowl in mechanical fashion and then feeling flat decide to go back to bed and sleep the day away. Better than sitting around moping. You get to the bedroom, pull the drapes closed against the cheerful brightness outside and hide away under the duvet.

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A door slams and jolts you awake and then you hear him.

“Babe? Baby where are you?”

The memories of this morning descend and you don’t know whether to feel happy he’s home, or angry and upset still that he went. You don’t really trust yourself to respond and so you just wait for a few minutes while he’s looking around downstairs for you. Shortly, you hear his footfall on the stairs and then in seconds he’s in the room just as you’re sitting up. He’s in blue jeans, bandana protruding from a back pocket, and one of his Deadman Inc. shirts - he’s been to work, alright.

“There’s my birthday girl. Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late - I know I was supposed to be back a couple hours ago.” You glance at the clock and it’s just coming up to noon - seems you didn’t sleep the day away after all. He leans down and drops a soft kiss on to your lips, his expression clouding with concern when you don’t respond. “Sweetheart, are you OK?”

“You went to work.” You say quietly. “You just left without saying anything.”

His head drops a little and he takes a seat on the bed. “I know baby, and I shouldn’t have. It was just so early when the call woke me and you were so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. I was only supposed to be gone a couple hours, like my message said. I was sure I’d be back before you’d even opened your eyes.” He holds up your phone that he’s brought up from the kitchen counter and you can see a dozen missed calls from him on the screen. “You did pick up my message, didn’t you?”

“It didn’t come through properly. Just mostly static so I barely heard anything.”

He shifts on to the bed properly and puts his arm around you. “I should have just woken you,” he says. “I called you from the parking lot - my message said that work had called me because we had to redo some promos after some tape got damaged. I told them that we had to be quick because your birthday was important and that I’d be home as soon as I could.” He looks around the room and then kisses the top of your head. “I should at least have left your card out for you to find. I’m such an ass.”

“Yeah, you are.” You reply, leaning your head against his arm. “I really thought you ran out on me.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. Can we start the day again?” He says with a small smile and you nod. “Thank you. Now, happy birthday, angel.” He kisses your lips, drawing it out into a tease before pulling back and standing up off the bed. He goes to the wardrobe and opens it and you gasp with a smile lighting your face as half a dozen heart-shaped balloons emblazoned with birthday messages float out and up to the ceiling. You stretch your hand out and so he drags them over to you and you slip the small plastic tag over your finger so that you can bounce them up and down in the air.

He returns to the cupboard and emerges with a large teddy bear that’s holding (oh, OK it’s taped to its paws) a large white envelope that he hands over. You carefully remove the card and then the tape, which you stick to the leg of his jeans for him to pick off and put into the trash can. You run your fingers over the blissfully soft material of the bear’s head and tuck it under one arm as you open the envelope. On the front of the card is a photo of two kittens, one tabby and one black, both gazing adorably into the camera and a big ‘Happy Birthday’ message. You giggle as you imagine him taking this to a counter and paying - especially with his image - and then open it.

Happy Birthday, my angel

I love you to the stars and back

(further than the moon, y’know)

Me xxx

Tears threaten to cloud your eyes for all the right reasons this time and you look up at him. “Thank you,” you say with a smile. “It’s beautiful.”

He smiles back and holds a hand out. “There’s more, but you gotta come downstairs.”

Eagerly you throw the duvet off and take his hand, the balloons bobbing around above both your heads and then clutching your card and the teddy bear you head from the room. This time when you reach the kitchen there’s a beautifully decorated cake on the table, bearing (unlit) candles and your name.

“Where’d that come from? It wasn’t in the fridge this morning.”

He takes the bear from you and sits it on one of the dining chairs and then stands the card up on the table. “I ordered it from the bakery in town - picked it up on my way back. Go sit down.”

You take a seat at the table and lean over to see the cake better while he leaves the room for a moment and when he returns he’s carrying a large bouquet of roses in all different colours and a small pile of wrapped parcels.

“Happy birthday,” He says again, bending down to give you another kiss before handing you the flowers and setting the packages on the table in front of you.

You blush, feeling thoroughly spoiled and cradle the bouquet as you seek out the card and the hand-written message in his own writing:

Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman!

“They’re amazing, thank you - do you have anything I can put them into?” You’re surprised when he nods.

“Flower store sold me a vase - it’s in one of the cupboards.” He takes a seat across from you. “Go ahead and open your gifts, sweetheart.”

You reach for the biggest parcel which is squishy and tear into the paper to reveal a black Harley Davidson hoodie and you hug it to yourself gleefully. You take the opportunity to check the label, because receiving clothes always makes you a little bit nervous but of course he’s picked out a size that you’ll be happy with.

“I know it’s headed into summer and so probably not the right weather for a hoodie, but I just couldn’t pass it up when I saw it.” He says with a shrug and you stand up and lean over for a kiss.

“It’s perfect, thank you! Means I won’t have to steal yours anymore. Though I probably will.”

He laughs and pushes the smallest gift towards you. “Now this one.”

You open the small box to reveal a gorgeous pair of hoop earrings, each with a clear gem embedded that sparkles in the light. You look up at him. “Are those…”

“Diamonds?” He finishes for you. “Yup, they are. I figured when you wear your hair up they’d look real nice sparklin’ around.”

You touch them carefully, stroking the tips of your fingers over the precious stones. “I… I don’t know what to say! I mean, thank you - obviously!”

“You’re welcome, baby. I can’t wait to see you in ‘em.” He pushes a medium-sized square box towards you. “Next one.”

You dig a nail into the paper and tear off a corner to reveal a flash of bright yellow. Curiosity piqued, you rip the rest off to find a box of Jacque Torres chocolates and you giggle. “You remembered my favourites!”

There’s one parcel left and you have no idea what it could be. Your first guess is maybe a watch, but the box isn’t quite wide enough for that. You take the paper off carefully this time and a plain back box sits beneath.

“I wasn’t completely sure about this, so it’s a bit of a wild card,” He says, making your brow furrow with interest. You open the long-ish, thin box and then gasp, snapping it closed again and stare at him. “Do you like it?”

You don’t say anything, just open the box again and peer at the contents. “Are they…?”

He nods. “They are.”

You set the box on the table and gently lift the leather-covered clips before taking out the diamond tennis bracelet and staring at it in wonder. “Will you put it on me?”

“Sure. Gimme your wrist, there.” You obediently hold out your arm and watch as the tip of his tongue pokes between his lips in concentration as his large fingers work the catch. Once done, he lifts your hand and kisses the back of it and then you turn it this way and that, watching the diamonds sparkling against your skin.

“I don’t know what to say… this is too much.”

“Hey, it’s your birthday - I’m allowed to spoil you if I want.”

You get to your feet and walk around the table, so he pushes his chair out to meet you and catches you around your soft waist. It’s a rare moment that you have to bend down to kiss him and so that’s what you do, taking the opportunity to run your fingers over his hair.

“Thank you,” you say again, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him fiercely.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now, I know it’s your birthday but will you do one thing for me?”

You lean back and give him a curious smile. “Sure… I think.”

One of his hands slips down on to your butt and he quirks an eyebrow at you. “I want you to go upstairs and put those earrings on… and take everything else off… and wait for me in the bedroom. I’m gonna cut a big piece of that cake and bring it on up - and then we’re gonna have a little birthday fun, OK?”

You blush and kiss him again. “Definitely OK,” you reply and wriggle out of his hold. “I’ll be waiting - don’t take too long or I might start without you.”

You back away towards the door and he stands up. “Race ya.”

Giggling, you flee from the room and up the stairs, knowing that the birthday fun is just beginning.

END.

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #wwe #wwf #american badass #fanfic #anon asks #thumbs up for the anons #American badass x reader #fluff fic #fluff #the undertaker x reader #wwe fic #wwf fic #TTT Tumblr Asks

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autisticempathydaemon · 7 days

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Hey hi hello!!! How are you today?

I was wondering if I could get a match up?

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I can't stop listening to Brand New City by Mitski since last week. I just really like the emotion in her voice. I also really associate myself with the line "if I gave on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive". So that's that.

What is your Enneagram type?

7w8, used to be a 9w1.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I dooo! I really like enjoy video essays about linguistics and mental illnesses as well

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I never really had an imaginary friend. I mean, I remember being annoyed at my shadow for copying everything I do, but I don't think that counts.

I actually didn't have any friend untill I went to school. I was always okay playing by my self.

Though I do remember making little scenarios in my head while playing on the playground; one of them being me as Harley Quinn trapped in jail while Joker saves me (I was obsessed with Harley Quinn as a kid, okay..)

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Rambling asmr.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I'd like to pick a name that sounds nice in most languages, since mine doesn't.

Maybe something like Eleanora with Nora as a nickname.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I can't pick one so I'll say "holiday decorating with your boyfriend but he's a chaotic mess" and "listening in on your crush's thoughts". These are the audios that really made me smile like an idiot. They don't really have anything to do with the plot yet they're still my favourite.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Hot take but...David. It's just...idk man, I usually like the tsundere type put sometimes I feel like David is too rude. I enjoyed his first audio but the rest...idk man. I like angel a lot tho. I myself a lot in them, but David is definitely not the type I'd go for. I'd probably feel really annoying and unloved with a guy like him 🤷‍♀️

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

"The spy next door". I watched it waaaaaay too many times as a kid and I sometimes still do.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Asher!!! He seems like so much fun dude. He also reminds me a lot of my friend.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

I start rambling about 'what if' scenarios. Like what if I was born a year later? What if brother hadn't been born? What if that one time at the cafe I didn't order my usual drink?

Stuff like that.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Idk I can't drive...😔

Chocolate and banana milkshake is my go to drink tho.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

All my saved songs mashed up...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Harry Potter fanfiction.... hear me out okay... I know it sounds...bad.. But damnit some of the fics are just too good.

Other info:

Idk if this is important or not but my mbti is ENTP-T and I'm also very short (5'1). Do what you must with that information...

Thank you!!

The combination of your personality traits gives me the impression of an extroverted, strong-willed person; they’re giving Smartass, you know? This combined with your preference towards tsunderes makes me think you’d be a good match with Aaron.

I can get what you mean about David being “too rude”; in contrast, Aaron’s certain brand of tsundere reads more playful? Like, he grasped early on when the attitude isn’t serving him or when to tone it down which is why I like him better for you. Also, the fact that your chosen name would be Eleanora and his brother’s name is Elliott, the fact that both his most loved people in the world could be called “El” is just really cute. That’s kismet a little bit.

Your life with Aaron would be such a dream (though that’s any life with Aaron, I will admit.) I can clearly imagine him making you your favorite milkshake every Saturday morning to start your weekend right (even though I can see him personally hating it /lh something about his vibe tells me he hates chocolate and banana together but not as much as he loves you). I can see him asking you about the fanfic you’re reading- not because he cares about Harry Potter (he doesn’t particularly) but because he likes to hear you talk about it. Also, your not being able to drive is fun because he’s an excellent driver, and don’t we all dream just a little bit of having to be a passenger prince(ss)? /lh

Song:

I just don't wanna miss you tonight/ And I don't want the world to see me/ 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/ When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am

One, that last line is very tsundere-core, that sentiment of “I don’t need the world to know or see me as long as I have you”. Two, this song is such a classic, and it matches the alt, rock, grunge vibe that Aaron gives me. I think he likes this song and genre a lot.

Runner-ups:

In addition to giving me Smartass vibes, your personality types also remind me of a more extroverted Damien; because of this, Huxley would be a cute runner-up for you. To do a total one-eighty, your mention of considering What If’s means I just have to give you Echo as a runner-up okay heaR ME OUT-

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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vintage-bentley · 2 months

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never thought id defend hazbin hotel but life comes at you from unexpected angles lol

I think a lot of the lesbian rep ive seen has been so chaste and basically besties bc otherwise ppl say its fetishising or appealing to men? bc when i was really into the harley quinn show there was a lot of accusations how the main romance (harley x ivy) was super fetishistic even tho the buildup was really good and the only thing that changed when they got together was that they talked abt their sex lives a lot, and sex is half the show's humor otherwise so it wasnt out of place at all.

idk i feel like lesbian rep is always damned if you do damned if you dont

Unfortunately I agree. And I would blame misogyny, but I see it happening with gay male representation as well. You either have uwu soft bois for straight women who want the romance but think gay sex is icky, or you have fetishised hot dudes for the straight women who are obsessed with what gay men do in bed.

So I think it just comes down to how poorly heterosexuals view homosexuals, and how our representation always has to serve them first and foremost. It can’t make them uncomfortable by being explicit…but if it is going to be explicit, it better make them horny.

I haven’t watched Harley Quinn yet (it’s on my list!), but if the whole show is full of sex jokes I don’t think I’d mind a sexualised lesbian couple. Although maybe it has to do with the genre…women in superhero shows are always going to be sexualised because those kinds of shows cater to a (straight) male audience. Although I’m not sure if that applies to HQ. I can’t really comment because I haven’t watched it.

With HH, I agree that they’d be receiving criticism either way. Who knows, in another universe a version of me might be posting about how much she hates how sexualised Chaggie was lol.

But I think the reason it stands out to me so much, is because of how sexualised the rest of the characters are, especially the gay and bi men. Vox and Val are shown making out with tongue in the finale song. Angel Dust is the embodiment of what I would show as an example of how straight women fetishise gay male characters. So Chaggie really stands out to me as being sanitised because they’re an F/F couple, considering nobody else gets that treatment.

It comes off to me as a straight woman (or a bi woman with a heavy preference/bias towards men, idk the creator’s sexuality) who reallllly wants to think about men kissing and fucking each other, but doesn’t give a shit about or is uncomfortable with the idea of women doing the same together.

#you’re right though sadly #it seems like there’s no good way to represent lesbians #but in the ‘we’re in hell and everyone is so so horny’ show?? idk I’d be fine with them talking about eating each other out lol #asks #anon

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rabdoidal · 2 years

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Genuinely curious as a barbie stan who loves your harley barbie art, do you have a top 5 barbies?

i wasnt a barbie baby unfortunately! i was raised in the bratz era, but after looking the barbie database for way too long heres a top 5 (tho i encourage everyone to go look cus its super fun and i love almost all of them):

Barbie Rewind (2021) because its everything you want out of retro style with the quality of modern sculpture/accessories !

King of the Crystal Cave (2017) because Holy Shit Look At Him, Its A D&D Character But Also A Drag King

Bronze Sensation (1998) because she is fucking SERVING

Byron Lars Collection - Cinnabar Sensation (1998) because shes definitely dating the bronze sensation doll and they are BOTH FUCKING SERVING LOOKS. LOOK AT HER FUR! IT GOES ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! THE RED TUNIC! QUEEN OF LOOKS!

Horse Lovin' Barbie (1996) simply because i love cowboys and she is so cute with her pink hat and matching neckerchief!!

#personal #im a doll customising gay / doll collection gay tho #i looooove looking at other ppls stuff #long post

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peapod20001 · 1 year

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*EXPLODES* THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SHAREEE AHHHHFFGHH @everyothermouse

Ok ok. So. They’re bougie as fuk and got rich ppl money and put on a whole Halloween performance,,, so of course their costumes are kinda try hard lmfao but!!! Anyways-

Shirley’s costume and character is based on Victor Frankenstein, only more kooky and less disheveled lol. Ugh I really wanna draw it to show you how it looks. He’s got a gray wig thing goin on, looks kinda like she got struck by lighting lol. He’s got the “mad scientist” lab coat (though it’s much shorter than the generic coat and kinda flares out like a skirt), long black gloves, goggles that serve no purpose except for looks, and short black boots so he can show of the LEGGSS. Ohohoho she’s got some sick fuckin, light up prosthetics (I’ll say it’s similar to a plasma ball) that are made to change colors and move to beats and shit, just really over the top lol.

Since Shirley’s Victor, Charlie is his monster. His colors are neon purple and green, they paint his skin to look like he’s been sewn together, he gets heterochromic eyes, and his prosthetic actually works really well in making him seem like he could fall apart. I actually really suck at trying to describe fashion lmfao but his clothes look like if you found clothes in the lost and found but made it fashion GDHDJSBDJ. Obviously the costumes doesn’t cover a whole lot of skin, gotta show off those stitches!! Gotta put in some fan service ig!!

Totally unrelated to Frankenstein lol The twins are the Angel & Devil on people’s shoulders, played by Emi & Graci respectively. They aren’t dressed like a generic angel and devil though, they’re dressed like lil bikers!! (Cus they’re bikers kiufhiopw so original I know) they’ve got matching outfits but with different colors, Emi has a primarily black outfit while Graci wears primarily white (their shtick is that even tho Emi is the angel and Graci is the devil, they both love to cause trouble and give advice that doesn’t necessarily fit their role. I’d really have to draw it out I think it’s v humorous lol). They have wing patches on the backs of their jackets and lil headbands with devil horns or a halo. They look both cool and kinda stupid at the same time I love it

Shirley doesn’t really like putting Jr in shows cus he’s, yknow, a child but she’ll allow it ONLY for Halloween shows cus she can cover his face and also Jr BEGS to be included. He fills the role of Igor!! He doesn’t actually say anything and is mostly in the background with a reaper hood on, but he makes the most of it!! He likes messing with the other performers and doing silly walks and mannerisms, Shirley also kinda totes him around like a small dog, ppl find it funny watching him seemingly manhandle a lil hooded thing lol

And Harley isn’t part of the circus so he gets to dress as what he wants. And he chooses to dress as Marty McFly, cus he’s a nerd

#about my ocs #OUTFGHG I SPENT TOO LONG WRITING THIS #HOPE ITS AN INTERESTING READ THO IG

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fallow-grove · 6 months

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25. would you say you have good taste in music?

yeah dude i mean if i didnt enjoy my music taste why would it be my music taste? i listen to a lot of folk (especially folk punk), indie rock, orchestral rock, riot grrrl, dark cabaret, and whatever else. mostly folk type stuff (side note jason webley is listed as dark cabaret on wikipedia which surprised me???)

fave artists include but are not limited to: jason webley, days n daze, harley poe, everybodys worried about owen, tmg, lovejoy, mischief brew, the weepies, will wood, the oh hellos, mcr, the crane wives, sydney gish, dirt poor robins, ajj, mal blum, sarah and the safe word, kiltro, cavetown, dazey and the scouts, ricky montgomery, ramshackle glory, lincoln, the front bottoms, mother mother, the family crest, fish in a birdcage, jhariah, jack stauber, jfc if i dont stop now i never will. You get the idea probably

p.s. yes i do listen to girl in red also

28. last meal on earth?

theres a few ways to ask this question. one of them is "as opposed to in space," another is "last meal before you die," another is "what is the last meal anyone will ever eat on earth before the concept of a meal inevitably erodes". i cant help you with that last one. the meal i just had was pretty damn good tho it was kaddo borani + bolani with jalepeño sauce. 10/10 recommend. im stuffed

5. favorite form of potato?

baked potato so i can put sweet beans on it THATS WHERE ITS AT BABY. really its just an excuse to eat beans, which i do anyway. i fucking love beans. one time i went to this tavern-looking place and they served a dope ass potato which i was so grateful for because i was traveling and had been eating exclusively shitty salads for a week

#fallow buzzes #mutuals #food #number ask game

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zusarchives · 8 months

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Rough draft

“I’m interested in delicate portraits, semi-silhouettes, and anonymity (sometimes posed), but also the movements between poses, in photographs of people, but not about people.” The delicate dance-like movements, the light fabrics, and the lighting technique emphasize the dream-like state to bring the viewer closer to the atmosphere created on set.

Silver Ladder has something about internal conflict and restraint found in dreams, an impossible choice between stillness and quiet and expressiveness and movement. The high contrast between light and dark pulls Aya in different directions. Dreams can also have linked elements between people where intentions and feelings are shared outside of everyday communication. A moment of realisation was felt by both through glances, movement, and repetition.

How you photograph sensuality without making the subject feel uncomfortable through the male gaze is something that I admire

This board is more of the representation

To follow your passion, I n this age and time and still present, Authenticity, social media, and hyper connectivity. The suppression of feminine energy

Your sense of how you photograph sensuality, internal conflict, emotion, movement, and anonymity.

Personal reach:

Sensuality, identity, feeling, pleasure, elegant, playful, twisted hypnotic, stop motion.

With every blink of the lens, it shows every stage of the metamorphosis.

In very dark tones when in black and white like HORST or Klein.

explores the degradation and transformative power of alienation (my isolation) As its protagonist, Gregor Samsa, experiences personal alienation from the people he has cared for and served, he is transformed, losing himself altogether.

Iness Rychlik is recognized for her dark surreal self-portraits, exploring themes of pain, solitude, and vulnerability. Since she suffers from a chronic skin condition, Iness uses her own body as a canvas for artistic expression. She draws on her deeply personal experiences, often reflecting on growing up in a conservative and patriarchal society. The subtle elegance of Rychlik’s compositions contrasts with an underlying aura of brutality. Her conceptual photographs provoke the viewer’s imagination, rather than satisfy it. https://inessrychlik.com/portfolio/photography

Your sense of how you photograph sensuality, internal conflict, emotion, movement, and anonymity.

Personal reach:

Sensuality, identity, feeling, pleasure, elegant, playful, twisted hypnotic, stop motion.

With every blink of the lens, it shows every stage of the metamorphosis.

In very dark tones when in black and white like HORST or Klein.

How isolated I feel from the world due to my unorthodox style of self-portraits. So, this will be a documentation of exploring feelings, loneliness, and estrangement and how powerful all this can be even Tho society has given it a negative stigma. They are not just negative words there’s a positive side to. To be honest my self-portraits and sensuality keeps me sane.

Anonymity in my portraits– not showing the subjects face to preserve their dignity and identity. The idea is to provoke erotism and death in a positive manner. My camera focuses on not fetishizing the fem form and does not cipher of male desire. In shirt not for the ale gaze. They do not acknowledge the complexity with male gaze. They are alluring because they do not repeat or allude the explicit visual patterns that pornography creates. They embrace the canniness of photography itself.

Generally overworking myself dedicating my personal concepts to muses who don’t embody the vibe I’m going for while forgetting the real intention of doing self-portraits as in my own needs. But then again, some tasks are daunting to be undertake alone like franz Kafka would say.

where does Harley come in? this would be a visual representation when the subject walks in the studio feeling all grumpy and tired: showcasing my tiredness and frustrations of photographing self. So, the deeper part of why I loathe self-portraits now. while the final forms show the beautiful side of it: like the empowerment, vulnerability. I have tried to photograph my personal concepts on other subjects but its always feels like its missing something (A piece of me) coz they don’t always get the emotions and atmosphere that I am trying to portray and while doing it myself the work that goes in on it. Maybe because I’m the one feeling them. Just like when we photograph garments, we expect the subject to embody the material, the design and bring the feeling to life. that’s something that I haven’t been able to get in my recent shots.

Just like van Gogh used to paint himself due to lack of models and money, I am in the same boat. Collaborating with other photographers pushes and challenges me to make my ideas grander!

Hence why I don’t want to have just a subject. I want an actor, not an amateur so they can embrace and embody this character and take it all the way. So, Harley comes in with the documenting of the final forms process. So, a self-portrait that is showcased by another being. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman if they are equipped to embody this character. A self-portrait that is portrayed through another being. I think this would be great done by somebody eels so I can hard with the directing and making sure the details are nailed to the tea. And I think it would be a great twist for the viewer.

What is the intention with the final image and the final cut? To make dark room prints that can be submitted for exhibitions and for the final cut video I would like to submit that in magazines and galleries for private showing and then eventually when I have a large collection of my body of work then I can hold a solo exhibition. My work is drifting away from taking images and just storing them. I am in an element where I want to showcase every single shot I take and make good use it whatever it’s an important exhibition or not. And you happen to be one of the ppl I have crossed path with and has the tools to guid me to the destination.

I get easily frustrated from shooting film because it frustrates me when someone else print it for me hence why I don’t Process them as much as I can because it feels very invasive to me. Every negative slide is personal to hence why I don’t want too many eyes or hand on shit. My shoots tend to happen during my vulnerable moments, and I can’t just let any hands handle them. Which goes the same for letting another being photograph me.

And hence why I always use dark tone iin my style to represent annonymity

The important part is getting the best final image on film. Mainly the medium format.

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J with pets/maybe specifically a dog head canons, GO!

Hi anon 🤍✨

I read this ask and literally burst into tears thinking about my furbaby. Is it okay if I dedicate this to J? (Yes, my dog’s name was J, no correlation to Joker tho)

I am not sorry this is literally my fur baby down to the tail wag! I just copied and pasted from my memories. I miss him so much and this brought back so many happy times. Crying is good for the soul but my eyes are gonna be swollen tomorrow at this rate.

I think my J and Joker would’ve gotten along wonderfully. J was a sweet yet demonic boy always getting into trouble while giving me countless laughs and plenty of scars. This one's for you J. 🤍✨

Canon Joker/Harley own two hyenas as pets and in the Dark Knight, Joker had dogs protecting him in the final scene against Batman. So it's only natural that Joker goes out and adopts a dog(s) to protect you when he’s not around.

Does your apartment allow pets? They do now. Joker bribes/threatens management to change the policy.

I’m talking big boys too! Like German Shepherd, Great Dane, Rottweiler, Siberian Husky etc. just to name a few. Pick one, because Joker will if you don’t. If you’re short, they easily come up to your chest and if you’re tall, well past your hip.

If by some chance big dogs aren’t your thing, (I strongly believe any size dog can protect) you lean more towards common household breeds like a Beagle, any terrier, Corgi, Maltese, Dachshund, etc.

Regardless of the breed, Joker trains the dog with an eerie military-like regiment. Fully potty trained, independent, highly intelligent; it's almost like the dog is human with how well it responds to you. The fur baby can be a service dog if it really wants to be! It protec, it attac, but most importantly, it comforts you on the lonely nights when Joker isn’t at home.

You were scared of this big dog at first. It snarled at you whenever you came too close, refused to let you pet him, the whole nine yards– (why did Joker get you such a mean doggie?) until you sucked it up and made it love you.

Like full on dog whisperer transformation. Now the two of you are inseparable! He’s the best boy for his mommy. All the tummy rubs and head scratches he could ever ask for! Joker is noT jealous… 👀

Joker was indifferent towards the animal for the longest, I mean, its sole purpose is for security. Why does he need to nurture it?

But coming home and seeing you laying on the couch with this massive dog serving as your personal weighted blanket, Joker slowly starts to warm up to the furry companion.

If it makes his Bunny happy then he can accept the dog can also double as an emotional support animal but it still has a job to do. Your safety is the number one priority here.

Imagine! You leave for a trip and ask Joker to dog sit for the week. What could possibly go wrong?

Joker wasn’t worried about looking after the mutt, he trained it well so he’s gone most of the time, leaving the dog alone in the apartment. Potty breaks are done on the balcony and you splurge on an automated water and food dispenser set on a timer. What else is there to do? You mentioned walks but Joker ain’t got time for that. He’s a busy criminal.

You really didn’t think this through.

Joker spent the last day chilling on the couch watching TV, waiting for six pm to roll around so he could ‘go to work’ when he hears the soft tink tink tinks of paws on your hardwood floors.

He hadn’t heard the dog all week, he kind of forgets it’s in the apartment, they’re so quiet.

Joker hates the sound of barking. That was the first lesson they were trained on. Silence.

Joker’s green eyes roam over to the dog that jumps on the couch and proceeds to take up well over half a section due to its massive size.

“No. Get down!” Joker calls to the animal, only to get an audible huff in response.

Did this dog just huff at him?

Joker tries again in a more authoritative voice, “I said.. GeT, down. Now.”

And again, it huffs and curls up for a quick nap. Using Joker’s lap as a pillow.

Joker is two seconds away from tossing the deaf mutt across the room but checks himself with a deep breath.

You would never forgive him if he harmed your beloved baby. This was a grown dog by the way, ain’t no baby to be found. You’ve been hard at work sabotaging the meticulous training Joker drilled into this mutt. The dog has fully transitioned into a pampered lifestyle.

Your furbaby may be spoiled but make no mistake. He still protec his mama when push came to shove.

Any deliveries to the penthouse are scared away by the massive dog answering the door. LEAVE IT AT THE FRONT DESK. Save everyone the trouble, mkay?

But anyways.. All this pampering, who’s such a good boy, thousands of treats, scheduled walks, and the fact that you let it sleep in the bed with you, wasn’t helping its true purpose! What did you do to your primary line of defense? This was a guard dog, not a show puppy!

Joker tried freeing his legs out from under the dog's weight, but it hardly budged. If anything it just snored louder.

Nothing was moving the giant and Joker could only imagine if there was an active intruder what the lazy animal would do. Absolutely nothing! That’s what.

Joker growled at being trapped on the couch but let things be. Tomorrow morning he was reprogramming this slouch back to the feral, home defense animal he trained it to be.

Completely unrelated: Joker fell asleep on the couch with the dog practically smothering him. 8/10 good night’s rest. Would do it again.

Morning came around and Joker dragged himself into the kitchen for a bite to eat only to find the dog already eating out of the customized doggie bowl you purchased online. You spoiled the mutt like it was a child! There was a tray with a non-slip mat to catch any spills but the dog ate delicately (something it picked up from you no doubt) and eyed him in passing.

Another unimpressed huff.

Could dogs even have attitudes? And after it had the audacity to use Joker like a pillow all night! Joker wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he could see why you nuzzled up to the mutt often. It made for a good cuddle buddy…

But Joker had a reputation to uphold!

He really wanted to punt kick the darn thing across the room but fixed himself a bite to eat instead. Once he finished they would make their way outside onto the balcony for some offensive training.

The man and dog found themselves outside where Joker wasted no time trying to retrain the dog into attacking if placed into such situations. But much to Joker’s shock, the dog found a squeaky toy penguin from your sunroom and played with it, completely ignoring Joker altogether. The constant sharp squeaks only made Joker angrier.

“Noooo it's noT playtimeee. You don’t play. You attack. You’re supposed to protect my Light ya big, overgrown..” Just then, Joker’s phone rang with your smiling face on the display.

Speak of an angel and you shall appear.

He answered the phone call and your voice floated on the breeze in greeting. Joker didn’t notice the dog’s ears perk up hearing you as well. It abandoned its toy to investigate.

“How are my boys doing?”

Joker grumbled but collapsed into a patio chair. “I’m bored without cha here, Bunny. You bro-ke the uh guard dog.”

“The what? You mean J?” You replied.

“...... uh noT me. The mutt I boughT to keep you safe.”

“J is not a mutt. He’s a (insert selected breed). But what do you mean he’s broken? Is J okay? Oh! I forgot to tell you about his midnight snack! He gets grumpy if you don’t let him brush his teeth before bed. It's a greenie rawhide I keep on top of the fridge...”

“You named it after me?”

“Stop calling J an it. He has a name; and not everything is about you. J is short for um… that doesn’t matter right now! Is he okay?” You heard the distinctive sound of a dog collar chiming in the background.

At least he was nearby. Joker hadn’t killed your tootsie roll yet which was a miracle in itself. Joker only had compassion for you, no one else.

“Light you sound more wor-ried about the, uh, dog than meee.” Joker whined through the phone.

How could you forget about your bigger baby? Joker was known for his bouts of jealousy. It was both cute and annoying. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m worried about both of my boys. Mama will be home soon so don’t fight each other! Oh, and can you do me a huge favor? Can you give J a bath? I know you can’t take him to his grooming appointment but he’s due for a love scrub. Everything is in the storage cabinet in the bathroom labeled in the order I use it in.” It was a stretch, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“No.”

Yeah, you knew Joker wouldn’t go for it. “Please J?”

Joker watched the dog circle around the chair that he was seated in, a clear sign of restlessness. Maybe it picked up the stress in your voice? He watched its tail wag slowly in the air, trying to pinpoint where your voice was coming from. But with each passing minute it failed to find its owner, it gave up and sat by Joker’s heels.

Joker returned his focus back on the phone call. “Are ya asking me or the dog?”

“Ugghhghghgh you’re impossible to deal with! Hey I gotta go, the event is about to resume. Please bathe my baby and you better take a bath too, J! I saw the news earlier.. see you tomorrow!”

You hung up the phone before Joker could speak up.

The nerve you had. He’d have to punish you when you returned home from your business trip. He did quite a bit of evading the GCPD while working this week and could use a good shower but as for bathing the mutt?

His green eyes locked with the piercing black already staring at him. The dog licked its mouth and wagged its tail, waiting for its promised love scrub. He heard his Mama loud and clear. He never skipped a wash day.

Guess there was no avoiding this. Joker wondered if he could call Frost and his daughter to handle this…

You returned home the next day to quite the sight. J was on the loose, wet as a mop, with a distressed Joker stalking behind him, equally drenched.

Joker was a simp that couldn’t say no to you. He had no other choice but to bathe your dog or suffer your cold shoulder.

Joker stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted you still in your GothCon ensemble, standing in the doorway. You were doing a terrible job masking your peals of laughter.

“This… this. Oh… this is noT, funny doll.” He warned.

You burst out laughing when J came to greet you and shook himself dry, spraying Joker and the room with wet dog water. This was priceless!! And Joker looked ready to kill something. Hopefully not your beloved furbaby.

“I regreT buying you a dog.”

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #reader insert #joker x y/n #romance #headcanon #emotions #got #the #better of me #his lighthouse #joker with a dog is too priceless

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forcedsense · 3 years

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bruce: /is threatened by superpowered beings also bruce: I figured out how to almost kill superman i can fIGURE IT OUT FOR YOU TOO

#brucey boo hasnt done it yET but he dOES #literally tho its canon he has a backup plan on how to take out every member of the JL if they were to turn evil #bc most of them have the powers of gods so they could destroy the world #and smoehow THATS worthy of murder #but sb killing his son isnt lol #I'm forever gonna mention how the greatest mary sue in the world is one brucey boo batty #so obvs 'mary sues' like idc he deserves to get his ass kicked but like #ppl who are all 'WOMEN SHOUDLDNT HAVE SO MUCH POWER WAAAAA' bruce isnt even a metahuman he just went to multiple countries w his rich man #money and 'built himself to human perfection' hes a HUMAN #doesnt even have a college degree he dropped out of multiple universities when he decided they no longer served him #and gothams in new jersey so #I will always be curious what his backup plan for diana was tho #bc i dont think we ever actually saw it and #injus/tice didnt fucking gO OVER ANY OF THAT #granted inj/ustice is a great game but i'm still massively angry abt it for #that's what made 'waa waa harley should be a hero not an anti hero!!!!' thing popular and #i hate it i really reALLY hate how they ruined ivy to just make her harleys girlfriend #ivy is SO M UCH more than Harley and ivy deserves the universe #honestly harley doesnt deserve HER but yknow say that to literally anyone else #give ivy a better girlfriend 2021 #tbd

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Hi, can you do a battinson oneshot where the reader is the daughter of the biggest mafia group who acts like Harley or Selina because she loves it when there's an actions going on. And then one night, when a group of men attempted to kill her, battinson came but when he did, dead men are on the floor, while she just sit there in the couch, looking outside through the window, sipping a glass of wine. The moment he stepped his foot in her room, she stood up and turned around, only in her lingerie and it turned into something smutty.

So, that's it. I am waiting for this. I love you already <3

Can I just say I love you and this request! Also I wrote this while watching Shrek so I’m adding a reference to it in this as well. Not making it a complete smut but obviously it’ll be hinted at 😉

also here’s my awful attempt at making the reader like Harley. I feel like I got close tho since I love Harley Quinn with a hint of Selina. I also added more to the story. I hope you enjoyed!

.warning: Also hinted past relationship: slight nsfw : I felt the sexual tension

“Hiya boys!” (Y/n) exclaimed, smiling at the group of men in front of her apartment. They looked at her curiously as if she had a death wish, seeing that she’s the daughter of one of Gotham’s Mafia groups.

She practically had a target on her back. Wherever she went. She might look innocent. But inside she’s as crazy as can be, “Where you think your goin?!” One of the men shouted, grabbing her by the wrist.

“Oh, did I do something wrong boys?” She asked, looking at them with fake fear. He grinned leaning closer, “You’re the daughter of one of Gotham’s biggest mafia group.” He whispered, into her ear.

“People pay a pretty penny for that head of yours served on a platter.” He said, and she scoffed.

“Really, you know it’s been my dream to be famous!” She grinned, looking up at him. And he backed away, “Jesus, your fucking insane!” He spat, and she frowned.

“Oh,” she sniffles, as she began to fake cry. “Now ya’ hurt my feelings.” She whimpered, looking up at the men. Her watch then started beeping, “Oh, would you look at that I’ve got things to do cya!” She grinned, wiping away the fake tears, walking inside her apartment.

The group of men look at each other in shock, “Jesus, what a nutcase!” One of them spat. “Who cares, we’re gonna kill her anyway.” One of them mumbled, looking up at the apartment. “Yeah, let’s go.” The other said.

The men then broke inside her apartment. “Oh, boys now-!” She groaned, as she was knocked on the ground by one of them.

“Come on make it quick, before the-”

“Don’t say his name!” The man shouted, looking at the younger thug. The man held the knife in his hand, “Really, a knife?” She groaned in annoyance, her head hitting her wood floors.

“Hmm, I wonder when the Bats’ll get here?” She mumbled, and then grunted in pain as one of the thugs kicked her in the head.

“That’s not nice mr~.” She giggled. The man clenched the knife firmly in his hand, “Shut up! You fucking psycho why aren’t you scared?!” He shouted, and she smiled as she tilted her head.

‘I ain’t got nobody.’

‘Nobody cares for me.’

She sang, and got another kick to the stomach. “You’re a fucking nutcase!” He shouted, grabbing her forcefully by the hair. “Why thank you?” She smiled, and he punched her in the face.

She chuckled, ‘I’m so sadly and lonely.’

“Just kill her already!” One of them shouted. Just then she headbutt’s the guy in front of her, swiftly grabbing the knife and stabbing him in the chest, his group of men watch in horror as she finishes him off by slitting his throat.

She stands to her feet and turns around, “Who’s next?” She grinned, as she lunged at the other men killing each and everyone one of them.”Yahtzee!” She shouted, as she killed the final one.

Blood dripped from her hair, and she looked at her couch noticing the bloodstain. “Shit, I just bought that couch.” She groaned in annoyance, she sighed. And took a shower.

(Y/n) hummed to herself as she through her clothes into the washer. Her nose scrunched up in disgust, and she lifted her arm and sniffed her shirt.

“Bleh!” She groaned in disgust, taking off her blood covered shirt and throwing it in the wash. She started the washer and walked out of the laundry room, she walked towards her dresser and searched for something to wear.

Only finding lingerie she shrugged, and put it one. Then stepped over the dead bodies, and poured herself a glass of wine. She sat on her couch and turned on, Shrek on her television.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout her apartment, “S’bout time you showed up.” She said, turning around to look at Batman.

Standing up as she took another sip of wine, he’s taken aback a bit seeing her wearing lingerie. She noticed the look on his face, a grin grew across her lips. “So ya’ like what you see Bats,” She said, as she walked closer to him.

He stood there quiet like a mouse, “I know you do. I can’t count the countless times I’ve woken up in your bed.” She whispered, as she placed her hands on his chest. Standing up on her tippy toes, “I miss those days,” She whispered, looking up at him.

“There was no need to kill them,” He said, and she scoffed folding her arms across her chest. As she backed away from him, “So you’d rather me dead then.” She shook her head, “Let them torture me, assault me? Great that’s nice Bats.” She groaned, storming away but was stopped by him grabbing her wrist.

“Y/n,” He said, looking down at her. Looking into her hazel eyes that he’d always get lost in. God, he missed her. He regrets walking out on her without a word.

“What?” She replied, as her gaze drifted back up at him. s she removed her arm from his grasp, “If this is about The Riddler, I know nothing. If it’s about the Club I haven’t been allowed in since, I broke the legs of one the clients who got a little to handsy with one of my friends.” She said, looking up at him.

“Listen, if you wanna know your gonna have to as my father. He might know. I mean he does owe ya’.” She sighed, and he looked down at her, a slight scoff left her lips.

“You know it’s crazy. You save my father’s life one of Gotham’s mafia bosses. Start dating his daughter for about a couple of years. Then proposes. Then a couple days later. Fuckin ups and leaves.” She says, looking down.

“Now, my mom told me to never hold no grudges. But damn that was low even for you.” She says, as she turns away from him.

“But my father won’t go back on his word, mask him anything and he’ll give ya the information you need. Close to it.” She sighed.

“I only left to protect you,” He said, and she scoffed. “I don’t need protecting if you haven’t noticed.” She said, shaking her head.

“Y-You can’t just leave someone like that, especially when you fucking planned on marrying them!” She shouted, clenching her fist.

“God, we’ve known each other since High School. And you leave me like that!” She shouted, as she kicked him in the chest. He dodged, “I wanted to have a family!” She exclaimed, punching him in the chest.

Each he dodged, and eventually her legs wrapped around his waist. And he pinned her to the table, “Jesus, you are enjoying this.” She exclaimed, as she looked at him. The two stare at each other for what seemed like hours, until she planted her lips on his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, a slight moan escaped her lips.

The laundry long forgotten, her fathers men already got the bodies in her living room handled. As they’re coming in the morning. This time when she opened her eyes in the morning, he was still there by her side.

#fanfic #x reader #fluff #headcanons #romance #batman 2022 #batman x you #Batman x reader #Battinson #Battinson x reader #the tension I can’t

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leo-frognag · 2 years

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batfamily characters for the blorbo game?

I WILL BE HONEST. i am not very up to date on the entire batfamily but i will give it my best!

blorbo: gotta be alfred. unoriginal? yes. deserved? also yes. thats my GUY right there. like literally every iteration of him is perfect. butlers peaked with alfred (bertram from jessie is a close second tho). he is an ideal specimen and i would be honored if he served me a cup of tea

skrunkly: im on the wiki rn and it defines "batfamily" as "anyone who fights alongside batman" so technically harley is on the list but i presume you meant Actual Wayne Manor Residents so! i mean Damian is like objectively the skrunkliest just by virtue of being an Actual Child but i want to give cass a hug and teach her how to play stardew valley or smth. so she gets the nomination <3

scrimblo bimblo: everyone is like "oh yeah oracle is cool" but nobody fucking ELABORATES on it so?? i would consider babs hella underrated in terms of how often she shows up in batfamily fan content? like i can't remember the last time i saw somethign with her in it that wasn't like. a flashback to when she wasn't in a wheelchair (which. hm. interesting). but yeah <3 barbara gordon appreciation

glup shitto: if im being very honest i dont know any Very Minor Characters,,, does the batmobile count?? little gay car <3

poor little meow meow: selina lmao i mean is there any other answer besides jason. like legitimately nobody even comes close to being as poor or little of a meow meow as jason todd.

horse plinko: the batfamily has suffered enough!!! im not gonna put anyone in the plinko machine!!! that would be mean

eeby deeby: selina goes to superhell for bisexual crimes and also b/c i think she would have fun there. harley is a candidate for this as well b/c she literally got kicked out of hell for being too annoying but again. shes not True Batfamily. u know what let's just send all of the sirens down there while we're at it. girls' trip.

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As another autistic follower, wowie!! In your universe, Hatter and Ivy are autistic :0? I love that!! What are their special interests? What kind of sensory issues do they have (hyper-, hypo-, a mix, etc)? Do they have any comfort items? Go-to stims/stim toys? What calms them down when they get overwhelmed? What do their partners think? Do they do anything specific to help with any issues (sensory, social, etc)? Feel free to info dump instead of answering as the characters if it's easier :D!

welllll in Ivy’s case she always had an interest in plants and botany and found them easier to be around than people, she’d spend most of her time as a kid someplace quiet caring for them, talking to them, drawing them ect. and it was a nice escape from a world that was never particularly kind to her, she finds most loud, chaotic environments irritating and such situations can make controlling her plants somewhat difficult

Hatter has an interest in well, hats, fantasy and specifically the Wonderland books by Lewis Carroll, his comfort item is the blue hat he wears most often and he get’s overwhelmed by loud noises and crowds. not sure if a gaming device counts as a stim toy but he does take a ds with him most places and uses it whenever he’s over or under stimulated as a way to entertain himself or tune things out. he’s also partially selective mute in some situations, and his pet rabbit and mouse serve as support animals.

and though you didn’t necessarily ask, just for clarity Batman is ALSO on the spectrum, he has a sensitivity to bright colors and loud/chaotic noises and although he doesn’t find either debilitatingly unpleasant (mostly due to training) and enjoys listening to loud music from time to time, he does find super bright colors somewhat disorienting and has a noise filtering device built into his cowl. both his cape and cowl serve as comfort items and his cape sometimes doubles as a stimming item. just like hatter he’s selective mute (tho in a slightly different way) and has a unique speech pattern. he also has a special interest in Grey Ghost and dinosaurs although you wouldn’t really know unless you somehow ended up in a conversation with him about either.

when it comes to their relationships, both Harley and jay are pretty good at reading people so communication with their respective partners comes relatively easy and they have a good understanding of their limits, what makes them uncomfortable, what they like ect ect.

#boy this took a while but it feels good to be candid #i can only write what i know or deal with personally so sorry if i didn't get super technical or if their characterizations seem sort of on #i do try to be as specific as possible tho #thatcrystalfluff

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