#qu-tipie

by the time that harley began talking to blamore about pride, he'd been soaking up some sun for about thirty minutes — sunglasses covering his eyes and a see-through sleeveless top, as well as some white lace shorts adorning his body. wearing light material like this did tend to help the sun reach its plants more. and as such, the creature had changed upon discovering that its plants were looking a bit droopy that day. but in any case... in the present, blamore was just about to go to sleep until he heard harley's voice.

his eyes widened beneath his sunglasses afterward as he adjusted his position just a little bit on the lounge chair out of surprise. it took blamore a moment to process what exactly was said, but when it did, one could tell because it took the sunglasses off of its eyes and rose them up to rest on the crown of its head. blamore immediately felt flattered by the sentiment as it pressed a lichen-covered hand over its heart; his bluish-green eyes having a sort of sheen over them in awe, ❝ o-oh, well, i'd love to go to pride with you! that honestly sounds like it'd be a lot of fun. i'm glad you asked, chérie. ❞

blamore started to completely sit up on the lounge chair he was on soon enough. and once his feet hit the ground as he sat on it sideways, he patted the space next to him as if to politely ask harley to sit next to him. a wide smile began to tug at its lips, ❝ do you want to sit with me? and yeah, that's true. medical things are so stressful to have to deal with; so i totally agree with you on needing a break. ❞ blamore eyes darted over at the book he had been reading before he got sleepy, then back to harley, and his voice was now laced with amusement as he spoke.

@qu-tipie

It was some time before Christmas but Jack was already getting presents from friends and allies and foes alike as it was public knowledge he was engaged to Harley and their wedding was queued for the new year. A new start for them and crime in Gotham. Many saw it as a chance for peace in the families.... But one saw a chance for mischeif!

One morning in December, as Harley was sleeping another another romantic night of passion. Surrounded by candles and soft loving touches that soon turned to bed slamming fun. Jack was in his office going through the mail when he came across a package. It was not named but he opened it and it was a dark pink box with a purple box. And a tag.

Dear, Jack. Congratulations on your upcoming union. As per custom. Let's see how you fair in the others shoes. Dr. Spellcraft x

Jack chuckled at the note. "Spellcraft. Fucking nutcase! Thinks she's all powerful and shit.... I bet this is some joke. Probably a pair of heels filled with..." But as he opened the box and was about to finish that sentence, a purple smoke filled the room and Jack began to cough violently!

Moments pass and he heard Harley knock on the door. "Harley?" His voice sounded different. Softer. Femine. He stood and went to the door. He had no idea his entire body has changed....

A list of moral questions to developing a villainous character @halfghcst , @qu-tipie asked these too

"Of all the questions you had to ask, it just had to be this one, didn't it?" Edward said. He's frowning, thin face scrunched up in an odd mixture of contemplation and, dare he say, confliction. Because his answer would have been very different had he been asked this conundrum not so very long ago. Killing the Batman had become his burning ambition. It didn't always used to be that way. The vigilante had only been an annoyance at the start, a roadblock on his path to pulling the plug beneath Gotham's sordid underbelly and exposing her filth for all to see. His noble goal had been stopped however, Batman no doubt being in on that corruption. Worse still, Edward had been punished for it! Thrown into Blackgate like some common criminal, and everything that had gone wrong in his life since was all that stupid bat's fault. But he'd made certain acquaintances along the way, hadn't he? People that might not have wormed their way into his life had Edward never been pushed to such extreme measures. People like Artemis, even Jonathan to some extent. Killing Batman was still something Edward very much wanted but... was he really willing to go that far? Risk their lives just for a chance at revenge? Before the answer would have been so easy. It would have been a resounding yes, a thought he wouldn't have thought twice about. Now Edward wasn't so sure, and it was disturbing to think how he could be swayed so easily by such silly, sentimental feelings. His face scrunches further, clearly not liking what he was about to say.

"A'ight - sure, yeah."

Tell the lady where it hurts - because that works out so well.

She's got a phD in this stuff. If anyone has an idea what's wrong with us -

- what's wrong with you-

Shut up.

"What's that thing - where someone puts themselves in situations that hurt them, but on purpose? And I don't mean skydiving."

Re-victimization? Re-traumatizing? Re-fuckingyourselfup?

"I've worked with - victims - before, so I know people do that, but I'm not immune to shit just because I know it exists."

What if it takes up your entire life? What if your entire life is about hurting yourself and you don't see it until it cascades and fucks you up?

"... I think I've been doing it since I was a kid."

"Mmmm, Babe! Morning! Have you tried this new drink? Just came on the market. Never felt so much energy!" She sounded energised. "Wanna go for a walk or do something? I'm ready to go!"

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