remember when i wrote for notepad from dhmis…….

Jackee……

goonjoke        ascotted remember when i wrote for notepad from...

Jackee…..i stg…..

             ❛   well isn’t that fuckin’ sweet. thanks for tellin’ me your thoughts.   ❜

    sometimes goons from different crews cross paths, and it’s never pretty. especially when the joker thug had been alone when he’d encountered a whole group of riddler goons. they pounced on him the second they saw him, recognizing the mask he held in his hand.  but now here he was, laid out on the floor looking PATHETIC. in an attempt to sit up, he realizes that his ribs might be broken. he releases a groan, the pain was unbearable. but he only had one thing on his mind.

                                    ❛  do you see my mask anywhere ?                                           FUCKING LOOK FOR IT.   ❜

          “ YOU’RE MOST WELCOME, dear. Would you like to hear some more? ”

Primarily that he looked like shit. Goons always ended up on their backs, they bloodied themselves for the ones they feared. Alice had experienced it first hand as the leader of the Religion of Crime ( a life she was leaving behind ). Her lips purse, almost sympathetic for the little bunny. It must hurt being on the bottom but it’s the only way to climb out of the hole because there’s no ‘DRINK ME’ potions here. 

NI CE

                     “ what do y’want. i’m workin’ in here.”

Do it !! I was thinking about making an average citizen a while back but instead I made this boy. It's a good idea you should do it Mhm.

Yes

             as much as jules really detested getting productive things done, she had made a promise to her mother that she would at least ATTEMPT   to get good grades.   that means studying during the day, and having the night to run WILD.    she could then give back to the city what they have done to her and her people.   it won’t really provoke change, but at least it’ll make her feel better.

      and while ace was not one of her own,   she found that he wasn’t such bad company.   not to mention he held respect for her, and what she was, and as long as there was that,   they had an understanding.    she could make him BURST   in a matter of seconds.

standing in an empty lot, she’s got a joint stuck between her lips, lighting a match to hold over the end.          “   you got any ideas,    pumpkin slice ??    or is it all on me ?   “         her lip twitches in a small smile, holding in the cannabis smoke in her lungs.

               ❝    Hi bored, I’m Delia.    ❞  

    Expression broke out into smug smile and soft chuckle fell from her lips. The girl tossed her phone to the side and made her way to Ace, fingers wrapped around his wrists to yank him from his chair.