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libraryofgage · 3 months

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Harlequin Prince (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!

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Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao

Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.

So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.

Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.

The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.

"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"

Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"

Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.

It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"

That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."

Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.

Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."

"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.

"Emergencies."

"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."

Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.

Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.

Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.

"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."

Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.

There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.

She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.

"Ivy says I'm like a weed."

"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"

"Wasn't the party my present?"

"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."

Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.

"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.

When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never seen it before."

Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.

"Then why give it to me?"

Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."

Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.

Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"

Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.

"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"

With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."

"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."

"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."

Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"

Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."

"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.

He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."

Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."

"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."

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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.

So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.

The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.

He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."

"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."

Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.

It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.

"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."

Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.

After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.

Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.

Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.

He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.

The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.

He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.

This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.

He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.

Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."

Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.

"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.

"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.

"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."

Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.

There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.

"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"

The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"

"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.

"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"

When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"

"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."

"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.

"Who are you?" curly hair asks.

"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"

"Dustin," curly hair says.

"Lucas," basketball jersey says.

"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.

"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"

"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.

Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."

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Tag list (let me know if you'd like to be added!)

@nectandra, @y4r3luv, @just-a-tiny-void,

#steddie #steddie fic #harlequin prince #steve deserves good parents actually #steve harrington #harley quinn #bruce wayne #jim hopper #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dc comics crossover #wayne family adventures crossover #i kinda let the muse take over with this one actually #unhinged steve harrington #as he deserves #poison ivy #robins

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mordredisacoolname · 2 months

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HEADCANONS: SU!SIDE SQUARE/BIRDS OF PREY CHARACTERS

Are they top or bottom/sub or dom

MALE READER

CHARACTERS: HARLEY QUINN, DEADSHOT (FLOYD LAWTON), RICK FLAG, CAPTAIN BOOMERANG (GEORGE "DIGGER" HARKNESS), EL DIABLO (CHATO SANTANA), POLKA DOT MAN (ABNER KRILL), THE HUNTRESS (HELENA BERTINELLI), BLACK CANARY (DINAH LANCE), VICTOR ZSASZ

Warnings: N/SFW, amab reader implied, ADULT CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Harley Quinn

-I can see her being both a dom and a sub

-really depends on her mood at that moment

-she can be all submissive and a pillow princess one moment, and the next thing you know she's on top of you pinning your hands down

Deadshot/floyd Lawton

-he's a top one hundred percent

-I like to think he tried bottoming for a man one time (whether it was you or not) and didn't like it

-now for the other question, is he a dom or a sub?

-he can be both, but either way he'll be in charge

-you're on top of him controlling the pace? Nah ah, he's secretly the one in charge

-you don't know how it's possible but it's all going according to what he wants

Rick flag

-I see him being a switch

-depend on his mood

-when he's angry he wants to fuck you to defuse the tantion, but when he's in a good mood he likes getting fucked by you

-but he's totally a sub

-he likes letting go of control and trusting his partner to do what's right

Captain boomerang/George "digger" harkness

-he'll never admit this to anyone besides you but he really likes being fucked

-he's a sub, no questions

-at the beginning he only tops, too embarrassed to ask you to top

-however when you do, his world flips upside down

-he won't admit he likes it right away, saying it was "ok", but he just keeps thinking about it and eventually submits to his desires

-oh how he loves being so roughed up he cant feel his legs for the next two days

El Diablo/chato Santana

-he's definitely a sub top

-he likes when you ride him

-gripping his shoulders and setting the pace however you like

-he also really enjoys being teased and tied up

Polka dot man/Abner krill

-I feel like he enjoys fucking someone rather than being fucked, even tho he doesn't really mind either way

-he's very shy at the beginning, so you think he's a sub

-and even tho he really likes being told what to do, he also enjoys being in charge very much

-but when he doms he's a soft dom, doesn't like hurting you

The huntress/Helena bertinelli

-I see her as a switch

-enjoys both subbing and domming, but prefers subbing

-likes letting go of control and just feeling good without doing much

Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-oh she's definitely a Dom

-will literally destroy you

-she has so much energy, when you have sex get ready for at least two rounds

-she's also a teaser, likes seeing you desperate and begging for her

Victor zsasz

-he likes displaying himself as a big tough guy, how dare you suggest him being on the bottom

-but he is

-he can be a sub and a dom just fuck him hard

-will literally let you do anything to him, scratch him, choke him, slap him, he's all yours

-but if you say something about it to others you better run

-also he's totally a brat

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thatonelesbianfander · 3 months

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30 Random Remus Sanders headcanons :D

I need to rant about my favorite characters right now so here’s a bunch of my Remus Sanders headcanons in no particular order!

Headcanons under cutoff

Small trigger warning for mentions of self h@rm and murder

Autistic (already made a post about this here, it’s pretty old tho and I’m probably going to redo it)

Uses they/them pronouns

Likes taking showers, not to get clean but because it’s one of the only times where it’s socially acceptable to be naked

Hates following social norms and sticks to their own thing

Will not hesitate to kill any bigoted people

Favorite musical is Twisted from Team Starkid

Likes to self harm for the thrill of it sometimes, and their one wrist is totally messed up because of it

Does pole dancing for sport

Has octopus tentacles they can summon at will

Likes to hang off the ceiling and use their tentacles as a hammock

Likes to grow their hair out really long and style it in a bunch of different ways

Likes having their hair played with

Cannot keep a pair of headphones in good condition for more than a week and by the end of the week the headphones are either destroyed or covered in stickers and marker

Loves to sketch different kinds of monsters and creatures and has a sketchbook of a bunch of their different monster designs

Fucking LOVES JustDance and DDR and is very competitive when it comes to those games

After their eye got stabbed in WTIT, they messed with it so much due to the discomfort of the itchiness from their allergies that their eye is fucked up and will fall out at random times and will need help putting it back in

Loves the HBO Harley Quinn animated series (their favorite character is Bane)

Likes to listen to Jack Stauber and Insane Clown Posse

Very dependent on attention and will become spiteful and annoying if they’re ignored for too long

Has a special interest in true crime

Is a really big cat person, has taken many different types of cats as pets including wildcats, lions, tigers, jaguars, cheetahs, etc

Is a really big fan of aquatic life, especially all the different weird creatures near the bottom of the ocean

Has a weapon called a jackhandle (jack coming from the phrase “jack of all trades”) which is basically a handle that can turn into any weapon at will

Their bed is a repurposed coffin and the lid was turned into a shelf with a bunch of their figurines and stuff on it

Bites stuff when stimming and loves chew fidgets

Their room is decorated to a horror theme

Loves haunted houses, and has been tempted to become a scare actor a few times before

Janus is literally the only person who can keep Remus calm

Will eat literally anything, Janus has had to save them from choking multiple times

Loves physical affection

#thatonelesbianfander #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #ts remus #sanders sides headcanon #remus sanders headcanons #tss #sasi #tss remus #ts sides

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montimer · 8 months

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Harley quinn the animated series:

Scarecrow x gn!reader

Random hc's

Sweet sweet boi

Hes always trying to cheer you up. And always there for you

He would fall for you pretty quickly. Being kind to him, not hurting him. All the little things you do makes him fall more

Very protective, worried about you getting hurt.

Hes very affectionate, clinging to you every second. He lives for ur hugs :]

Kiss this sweet man, he deserves it.

He is very careful not to make you uncomfortable. He would never use his fear toxin on you.

You could just grab the rope around his neck to bring him close. You can't see it but his blushing crazy under the mask.

At a point of the relationship he would show you his face.

He will hide behind you if he gets spooked. Not if you could be in danger, then he knows how to react: Grab ur hand and run away w/ you ofc. Unless he has something to fight with

He just loves you so much, he wants to hold and kiss you.

At first i think he would be shy but going on he gets a little more brave.

He would definitely show you off.

If you play video games he would like to play w/ you. You need to teach him first tho

He wears his adorable scarecrow outfit 24/7

But at home safe, in private he'll get it off.

He loves cuddles. He will bury his face into you. Doesn't matter if hes the little or big spoon. He'll whine if you have to go.

It depends on how brave he feels but if the situation is like that he would start to flirt w/ you.

He usually says compliments not flirts. I think he didn't really experienced a romantic relationship before.

He'll be very gentle

Will get jealous sometimes, but its more rare. He knows you love him, maybe he just needs more reassuring? But still, he can get really nervous

He would listen to whatever you say. And he'll remember them. You could talk about anything to him

He'll go up to you everytime he sees you. Yelling out happily "Y/N HI" while waving his hand.

He can barely stop smiling when hes around you. How could he when you are the greatest thing that happened to him?

#scarecrow x reader #scarecrow dc #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #harley quinn show #harley quinn show scarecrow x reader #harley quinn show scarecrow #harley quinn animated series #harley quinn animated series scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #the scarecrow x reader #the scarecrow #hqas scarecrow

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sitchski · 2 years

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you and joseph have to film a steamy scene together, making you think about him like crazy… just not innocently.

joseph quinn, black!fem reader, grinding

word count: 1.6k

author’s note: first time writing a joseph oneshot! i really liked this one tho and i hope y’all do too <3

you were just a little frantic. infact, scratch that. you were majorly frantic, okay? and you honestly shouldn't be. so why were you?

you were an actress! and joseph was your co-star, who played your love interest. you just needed to brace yourself and get it over with.

you breathed out, admiring your outfit. atleast you looked good. pastel yellow was the colour scheme — a push up bra with underwear a little more suggestive than the bra itself. the robe had very big fluffy cuffs that made it that extra bit playful. your makeup was done simple like you were going to bed but, those eyelash extensions weren't budging. the wig you had laid was long, black and wavy. again, simple.

the show loved by many, star, had just been given a reboot. and your character was new as was joseph's. he played harley; the younger brother of a certain xander mcpherson, the hustler/heartthrob. while you played kenadee howard, a budding artist trying to make it big just like the girls in the cast.

and ofcourse, your two characters begin to have something together. leading to the scene you two were just about to film: your first ever sex scene.

now while sex scenes didn't actually involve any sex, you were still unbelievably nervous. i mean, so far you had only ever filmed kisses and things. stuff you'd never had to act so necessarily vulnerable for.

now all of a sudden, you're half-naked. waiting to get called on set to make out with a man you're good friends with. who just so happens to be insanely attractive. God.

three taps were heard at your door. “knock knock.”

the homely british accent peaked past the wooden barrier getting you to smile. you tied up the robe, before letting him know he was safe to enter.

he came in hesitantly. he kept a respectful distance, which you thought was so sweet of him. however, you caught the way he eyed you in a way that you had never really seen from him before.

the silence was too loud for you not to break it. you chuckled, “too much?”

this got him to snap out of his trance, shaking his head a little bit as his eyes widened from the realisation of what he had been doing.

“oh- no. not at all. you look great. i- i was just wanting to see if you're okay,” he started as he scratched his head. you both eyed eachother for a moment in the mirror, the awkwardness running through the room like a current.

you turned your head to look at him, teasingly answering back, “will you be?”

he chuckled at your remark. his eyes darted to the floor and you noticed you had made him bashful. “well, you're in that. so i don't know if i will be.”

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“so things are gonna start out slow. okay? then i need a very passionate, almost rough, kind of physicality between you two. think y'all can do that for me?” the director asked you both.

stood side by side but not even daring to make eye contact with eachother. most likely because you were scared. but again, you didn't need to be! you're an actress — a job that required you to step out of your comfort zone.

so why on earth were you so goddamn nervous?

feeling a hand press against the small of your back, you turned to see joseph. “just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point, and i'll stop. okay?”

his breath fanning against your face as your faces were only inches apart didn't help this whole nervousness thing. he flashed you a small smile which you reciprocated quickly. rather than just stare into his eyes — which were also nervous like yours — and make things more awkward.

“you're the best, jo',” you thanked him along with pressing a kiss against his slightly reddened cheek.

soon enough, the set is fully situated and your robe was removed and placed on the end of the bed in the apartment used for filming. you get in the bed and shut your eyes, waiting for action to be called.

when it was, you got into character. you were no longer y/n, you were kenadee. and kenadee had an unexpected visitor at the door.

the constant banging of your front door had your eyes open up, disturbed from your sleep. you groggily sat up, reaching for your robe to put on once you had stood up.

the banging still continued as you walked to the door. “alright, alright. i heard you. goddamn...” you muttered under your breath as you tied the robe.

when you opened the door, your face turned to one of shock. then, confusion. joseph, who was playing harley, was at the door. in a black shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. with a single silver chain hanging loosely around his neck and few silver rings adorned his fingers.

“harley? what- i- why—” the only thing you could do was stutter at him. he appeared distressed, tired, afflicted.

he leaned closer to you, hand resting against the doorframe. “is it cool if... if i come in?” he asked, his character really shining through with the new american accent that he put on.

you sighed, shutting your eyes and moved out the way so he can step in the room. even the way he walked in was hasty, like he was antsy about getting something done. acquiring something he was in search for.

“you got a good reason as to why you showed up here in the middle of the night?” you asked. but you weren’t met with an answer. at first.

joseph’s- harley’s eyes were trailing on your- kenadee’s body. they raked over your figure; how the robe accidentally rode up due to the thickness of your thighs. you didn’t want to believe the way he stared was real, but then he did it numerous times. with those brown eyes turning into burning red embers of lust.

“harley. i’m askin’ you sum. you can’t be bothered to hit me up all week and now you come runnin’ up in here—”

your speech was cut off by the abrupt but impactful way joseph placed his lips onto yours. cupping your face in his hands, feeling the coolness of his rings graze your cheeks.

he kissed you hard. hungrily. cutting off his own air by trying to breathe in as much of yours as he could muster. after a couple kisses, you broke off the kiss but still stayed held by him.

“you can kick me out in the morning if you still decide you hate me. but kenny, i can’t-” he breathed out harshly, eyes dancing frantically over your face as he shook his head. “i need you.”

confused, bewildered, you stared at him puzzled. kenadee, your character, had been needing to hear that from harley, joseph’s character, for the longest. you see, harley was brute. didn’t care much for feelings but sure as hell cared for feeling on something, the feeling of being in something. so for your character to hear this from him, finally, was a big step.

“i need you.”

without a second wasted, you kissed him back. tongues grazing your lips and eventually, prodding at eachother as you slipped off the robe and let it drop to a pool on the floor.

you made sure to catch the little ‘oh my god’ he let out under his breath when he caught sight of your body. and you could’ve sworn that was in his natural accent. not his american one he catered to for the show.

it was brushed off because he was now leading you to the bed, kicking his boots off as he lied you down. things got rougher at that point, his hand wrapped around your neck as he tongued your mouth, your hands gripping and tearing at his shirt wanting it to come off.

all the while his clothed bulge rutted against you. now you didn’t know if he was told to do this or not, but he wasn’t being told to stop. and you weren’t complaining. you found yourself getting wetter and wetter.

it only intensified as he offed his shirt; his naked torso exposed to you. the thumping you felt inbetween your legs quickened at the sight of his body, the chain still clung to his chest just attracted you even more to him for some reason.

he kissed you once. hard. then his lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on your flesh intensely. you hummed at the elating feeling while his hand intertwined with yours — a mixture of endearment and also wanting to pin you down.

he came back up to kiss you on the lips once more, but not before swiping his thumb down your bottom lip. his way of teasing you. gazing into eachother’s eyes was a dangerous thing you were doing to yourself. as you knew it was making you feel and think in a manner that would most likely result in you hurting yourself.

not that it didn’t feel insanely good.

“and cut! guys that was beautiful. the chemistry. just- ugh! i love y’all. okay we’re gonna take five. guys, again, phenomenal job.”

even though the director had yelled out cut, you didn’t want to move. seemingly, neither did he. since his hands was still holding yours and holding your face, thumb sat slightly under your lip.

“you okay?” you inquired, still panting from the intoxicating scene the two of you had just filmed. his wholesome smile he always gave you had differentiated, shifted. it was lopsided, the crinkles from it only showing on one side of his face.

he was smirking.

“are you?”

#joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x black!reader #joseph quinn x black!reader #joseph quinn stranger things #eddie munson #bwwmromance #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

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autisticempathydaemon · 8 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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cutiedwaekki · 7 months

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pudding !

♡kinktober day 5 : pudding

-> jeongchan , harley quinn!jeongin , weight gain , stuffing

-> 1660 words

As a huge dc comics fan i couldn't resist.

Btw even tho the couple joker/harley quinn is pretty toxic , i decided here to change it since you know me fluff is only tolerate

Enjoy ♡

{~♡~}

Throughout Miroh , everyone knew the famous Joker. Real name Bang Christopher Chan, he spread terror wherever he went. He was a sadistic, manipulative man who always got his way.

Everyone knew him for his tense, conflicted relationship with Batman, the city's masked hero, but if there was one relationship in which he also took a keen interest, it was with Yang Jeongin. It's his Harlequin, his crazy lover. They were two madmen who had found each other. Chan was an inmate at the JYP asylum, Jeongin worked there as a psychologist, but over time they came to terms with each other, and Jeongin agreed to succumb to his share of madness, helping Chan to commit most of his misdeeds.

Yet lately, he'd been feeling distant and tense. As soon as Jeongin broached the subject, Chan would rebuff him violently, leaving the sound of his tongue clicking echoing in the common room.

Jeongin was crestfallen: how could he help his lover if he didn't tell him what was going on? He'd even tried to talk him out of it, but he'd refused her striptease and any offer of sex. It had already been a month...

Jeongin trusted Chan completely, but he'd had enough of being sidelined, so he snuck off and followed him to a bar where he'd arranged to meet his two friends Changbin and Jisung.

The three of them were like companions in crime, going by various names. Chan was the Joker, the criminal with unknown origins who sowed terror all lver the city, Changbin was called the riddler, the fan of riddle and mystery, the misunderstood genius who sowed terror just for fun. Finally, Jisung was two-face, a former law student who also embraced his dark side, giving his victims the choice between life and death with a simple coin, depending on whether it lands on heads or tails.

Anyway, Jeongin sneaked into the bar and tried to spy on them from afar. Fortunately, the bar was so crowded that he could easily approach them and hear their conversation.

-"What about Jeongin? It's the heist of the century after all!" Jisung exclaimed. But Chan remained neutral, lighting a cigarette before smoking it.

But Jeongin wasn't coming back, his pudding was going to commit a major robbery without him? So was he worthless to him?

-"Idiot, we're risking our lives in this robbery, I don't want Jeongin to get hurt! Why do you think I'm distancing myself from him?"

The poor harlequin was still confused, though reassured. So Chan loved him, loved him so much that he pretended to hate him so he wouldn't have to worry about him. Typical of his dear pudding, aw he understood why he loved him so much.

Jeongin didn't want to know any more, and was about to leave until Changbin's words caught his attention.

-"You're made for each other, frankly! But compared to your type of guy, he's pretty skinny, don't you think?" Changbin asked then teased, no question was to be left unanswered for him, which was surely the most frustrating thing he knew.

Chan laughed, Changbin was right about that, but he couldn't help it, could he? He liked Jeongin even though he wasn't always his ideal type.

-"That's true! If I remember correctly, you fattened Felix until he could hardly walk, what are you waiting for to do it for Jeongin?" then asked Jisung, transforming Chan's laughter into a more sinister expression.

-"Felix was nothing compared to Innie, he understands and accepts me, I don't want to force him to do things he's probably not comfortable with... I... I love him too much for that".

It was then that Jeongin began to cry, he was so angry at himself for having doubted Chan and his love, when he had just proved (without Jeongin normally having to know but shh ) that the youngest really cared for him.

On the way home, Jeongin had an idea: if Chan thought that by being distant he could keep the youngest away long enough to pull off the biggest robbery of his life, then Jeongin would do everything in his power to make Chan beg him for mercy.

For this, nothing could be simpler: as soon as he got home, he took a pot of ice cream and melted it in the microwave, turning it into a kind of milkshake which he swallowed with difficulty. Despite his belly screaming that a whole tub was too much, he continued. He turned to the family-size packet of potato chips, that and a large bottle of water with diluted syrup (more like syrup with a little water than anything else, it was so sweet).

One thing's for sure: Jeongin had a sweet tooth and a strong love for Chan, because he'd started off so strong right from the start that his stomach hurt when he fell asleep in front of the TV.

So when Chan came home wanting to act as if Jeongin meant nothing to him; yet seeing him fall into a kind of food coma with all those empty wrappers beside him made him both excited and worried. What if Jeongin was developing an eating disorder because of him?

-"Pudding ... you're here" Jeongin exclaimed, sensing Chan's presencr not far from him.

Chang then forgot his initial plan and landed beside him, looking worried.

-"Innie, are you all right? I mean, why did you eat so much?" He asked, surprised and worried. Imagine how much it would have sucked to see the crime lord so helpless and weak against Jeongin, it was so funny!

-"No ... hm ... I had a craving for greasy food today ... and as I didn't want to go out, I just knew what was there" he said, running his hand over his belly and rubbing it softly ; god it was so round and swollen that he was even scared of it himself

And Chan let's not talk about it, so captivated and fascinated at the same time, he had forgotten for a moment that he had to pretend to hate Jeongin

That's when Jeongin realized that his plan was going to work.

{~♡~}

Perhaps it had worked too well? Let me explain

Now when Chan saw Jeongin so full or close to a food coma, he couldn't resist coming in to check on him. That's when Jeongin got his pudding back, his llver, the one he'd gone crazy for.

But the next moment he was cold and distant again.

That is, until the first kilos began to appear.

Jeongin seemed pear-shaped, so at first the extra weight just made him look more curvy. His pants hugged his widened hips wonderfully, and his ass became a marvel too. Sometimes, when Chan seemed too distant, he'd simply come to him and when he rejected him, he'd leave, which was enough to make oldest lose all hope.

But the most amusing thing was his belly, naturally swollen from eating exessive quantities almost every day, and he'll always remember the time he looked in the mirror and realized that this time it wasn't a swollen belly, it was fat.

His belly was getting big enough that his top was starting to be lifted by his belly, giving a slight crop-top appearance.

What about the joker? He couldn't resist. He was seriously starting to hate Jeongin. Why he hate him? After all, how dare he realize his greatest fantasy when he had to distance himself from it?

Now he wasn't bothering to be distant with Jeongin, but he wasn't talking, his actions seemed to do a lot for him and were more than enough for his Harlequin, who needed cheering up.

If only Jeongin remembered why Chan kept his distance and wasn't obsessed by his changing body.

In any case, it was clear that he wouldn't be much help: he was beginning to run out of steam a little too quickly, and his clothes weren't really fitting. Well, it would have taken a lot longer to get to that stage if our dear Joker hadn't also helped out by fattening him up a bit too (when I say a bit, I mean enough to make his muffin top stand out and hang over his pants, or even enough so that his Harlequin had a permanent double chin and had to waddle when he scored from all the extra weight he had to carry).

Life is full of twists and turns, good and bad.

Jeongin knew one thing, whatever they were going to do that day, Chan was going to come back, he had no choice.

So when, in the middle of the night, he left their shared bed, Jeongin grabbed his arm, tired though he was, he tried to remain a conscious eye and mumbled weakly "Good luck pudding... when you come back, please go back to the way you were".

Chan was surprised and confused at first: did Jeongin know what he was going to do, or was he just saying it? In any case, he knew that if he survived this big robbery, he'd be back to his old self. He also missed taking care of Jeongin, talking to him, taking a bath with him. In fact, it was only with him that he felt a little... sane?

-"I'm counting on it, I'll even bring you a reward".

Jeongin fell asleep with the joy of knowing that tonight he'd have a surprise and his lover by his side.

...

The surprise was a gigantic wedding cake. Chan asked Jeongin to marry him as they walked along the river. Jeongin accepted, and as a reward earned the right to eat the cake all by himself.

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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harley-quinns-girlfriend · 25 days

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So.... new mutual, you get my default icebreakers lol

Favorite superhero (though I think I can guess this one lol)

Favorite movies from a cinematic/artistic perspective

Favorite movies just to watch for fun

Favorite books, if you're a reader

Recs for any art/writing you do?? Or intros to any OCs you want to share? I love getting in touch w other writers!

Ooo I love this

My fav superhero has got to be Harley Quinn obvi lol but I also love Gwen pool and Supergirl

My fav movie has got to be Lisa Frankenstein as of now, it so depicts the weird teenage girl for the lonely goth chicks.

My fav movies just to watch for fun are any bad horror movie or just so bad it's good movies. But also I love scream or Jennifer's body even tho they aren't bad.

I read tons of fanfic mostly, but my fav books are one piece manga and my hero academia too. Or Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, or the outsiders

I have only written like two fanfics ones on this account the others on my Wattpad. My art is posted on here tho, just under the tag of my art.

Thanks so much for this icebreaker I love getting to know other people too

#asks #mutuals

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t4tails · 1 year

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There's alot of canon bisexuals in DC, actually!

Just to list a few;

Tim Drake, the third Robin and genius detective.

Jon Kent, Superman's son who took on the Superman title for a short period of time when his father was missing.

John Constantine, absolute disaster of a man. total mess. i hate him so much i love him. absolute failure. horrible person.

Harley Quinn, she's pretty cool :> you know her already tho

Catwoman, you already know her, she's awesome

Minhkhoa Khan, vigilante named Ghostmaker who has a slight grudge against Bruce for calling him cringe when they were 14.

JON KENTS BI? i know of him bc as ive stated before my friend showed me super sons a couple years back but i didnt know he was bi i thought he was like 10yo. i keep forgetting comic characters age

#og post #ask #anon #thats cool of him i wish the other superboy was bi i think hes hot

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brokentoys · 9 months

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i will admit i'm growing exhausted by dc's indecisiveness when it comes to riddler's character. which i didn't mention this about the comic yesterday, but when superman was asking about riddler, gordon said he's a thief (which, y'know, implies nothing more)

which, while this is the first batman/superman world's finest comic i read - but from first impressions, it seems more lighthearted maybe. so i understand why they don't wanna say / make riddler a murderer in it. but this isn't the only time they've done this.

i believe this is from green lantern - and i forget which issue, i just know it's a newer one (probs from rebirth era.) which also just refers to him as mostly a thief.

an 80s comic also refers to him as mostly a thief, too. although unlike the others, gordon does suspect he may commit murder is desired. and like. i know. this seems consistent, right? there's these many instances of them simply calling ed a thief - it must be so! except... these statements do not match eddie's history. not when there's been quite a few comics where he straight up murders or nearly murders. zero year, joker's asylum, everything tom king and tony daniels corrupts, riddle me that, batman chronicles #3, are all examples of eddie having actually murdered (or in zero year's case, nearly killing all of gotham.)

so... which is it? is eddie just a thief, or is he a serial killer? and like. even tho i prefer ed as a murderer (WITH CAUSE) and my depictions has him as such (WITH CAUSE) - but like. the comics should stick to one instead of sometimes saying he's just a thief, but then having him commit horrific crimes.

and although i'm talking about this point a lot - this isn't the only point of them being indecisive with riddler's character. another problem is his backstory. what was the riddler even before he became the riddler? was he a teacher? a carnival game host? a deliveryman? did he cheat his school puzzle contest, or did he win it fair and square? is he abused by his father or? did he finish school and go to college or is he a high school drop out? like there's just so many different versions of riddler's backstory it's not even funny. and that's just mentioning comics alone. his backstory gets even more different if you mention adaptations - which i wouldn't mention because adaptations tend to have different takes on characters. however, i think eddie still has the most different backgrounds compared to other characters. because he's also been a scientist, forensics scientist, video game developer, head of the cyber crime unit in the GCPD, and so on. meanwhile the other rogues, even in adaptations, almost always have the same background - scarecrow was always a psychologist, mr. freeze and manbat are always scientists, harley quinn is always a psychologist too. so it's just kinda funny how dc just can't seem to decide what ed's backstory is. he doesn't have a solid, concrete one like the other rogues do.

and then there's his design, which is also indecisive.

is eddie a young man (early 30s) with nice hair or is he a middle aged man (40s-50s) with a receding hairline? hell, year of the villain practically confirmed eddie is in his early 30s. yet some artists still draw him looking much older. also - is he a redhead or a brunette? dc was pretty consistent on making him a brunette during the 2000s up until 2013 (new 52) and the new 52/rebirth was... mostly consistent with making ed a redhead is seemed - up until now. which i've been noticing ed's been drawn as a brunette way more often now, while sometimes still being a redhead in other comics. so. which is it?????

i love this character, but i just wish dc could be a little more concrete with him. sometimes, it feels like he is a character writers look at and just decide to do whatever they want and dc just lets it happen. especially when this doesn't seem to happen to other characters as often.

#( 🧩 ✧ INFERIOR PUPPETEER ✧ | OOC )

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