╳;; pretty damn ROTTEN ;;╳

ind./sel. dr. harleen f. quinzel/harley quinn. ss based with some btas influences. canon divergent. multiverse & multiship. crossover friendly. mun & muse 18+. blog may contain mature content. nsfw + major triggers tagged. penned by ; satan's little helper

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As the newcomer got in the line, Harley stared at his boots.              “Hey, big guy, your shoelace is untied.” Slipknot looked down, checking, but then he heard Harley giggle.  - Suicide Squad: The Official Movie Novelization Harley Quinn is a brat of brilliant proportions. Pass it on. 

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Harley checking out Floyd

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worldwarme:

So much noise, so much energy, so much CHAOS, and he couldn’t seem to latch onto any of it. Hours being held within the confines of his own skin, and all he could think about is his daughter’s face before it disappeared behind plexiglass and snow. He wasn’t surprised, not in the slightest. Minuscule mistakes made over the course of years, decades, had been gunning for him since their inception, and so of course, it was about time they caught up. Regardless of what the D.A. planned to pull over his eyes, regardless of how certain he was of his release ( or escape, whatever ), panic still settled in his gut like a heavy meal. He wasn’t going anywhere fast.

The doctor. THE DOCTOR. Was she the deliberation or the distraction? He wasn’t sure, and he hated being anything but sure. Having to sit in front of her feeling anything other than confidence was hard enough as it was, and the battle against fidgeting in his seat would soon become a losing one. Zoe. Zoe. I’m sorry, Zoe. He didn’t meet her eyes because his eyes said too much, and the last thing he needed was to show weakness. They had him where they wanted him, after years of giving chase, and that’s enough satisfaction for one sitting. Right now, he just needed to survive this encounter without someone getting hurt.

“ Call me whatever you want, dollface, but listen to me. Alright? I’ve got nothing new for you. I’m not off my rocker or whatever else Doctor Mundane had to say about me. My mind is sharper than a scalpel, just as dangerous too, so let’s not do pleasantries. I ain’t really into that shit. ” But he glanced around frantically in a way he never wanted to be witnessed, and the resolve began to shake through to its foundation. Zoe. Zoe. I’m so sorry, Zoe. Sorry won’t free him from this place. The blood on his hands was so thick that he couldn’t place them on the table without leaving stains, and his heart was so heavy that he was certain he would fail if he tried to stand. But sure, he’d sit there and pretend with everything left in him that he’d never felt a thing like love. In time, he’d believe it again.

“Empathy, huh? What? They think I’m some kinda robot?” He could gather steam just like this, build upon his own ego and let her feed the legend in the most minimal ways. This should be enough to carry him through the interrogation, and after that, he’d have to move back to plotting an out. But this gets him. Yeah, of course it got him. Empathy. He must have had some semblance of empathy. Because the doc is speaking as though he didn’t have a heart, a soul, the makings of a good father. He was a damn good father, wasn’t he? He was. He had to be.

“I can feel empathy if I wanna feel empathy, but sometimes, it’s best not to feel a damn thing. Feel me?” He met her gaze now out of pride, out of stubborn and unbridled pride. It made him feel weak. “What about you? Sitting across this table looking all too curious about the man and the legend. You feel empathy? Huh? You got empathy for me, Dr. Harleen Quinzel? Because let me tell you. If you do, I feel bad for you. It ain’t worth your time. ”

What most people failed to consider in these settings is that sometimes the most DANGEROUS criminals wore the most charming smiles. How many of history’s diabolical population had been perfectly functioning members of society? How many INFAMOUS murderers were classified as normal? Well adjusted? UNLIKELY to bring harm to anyone? It was all too common. Which is why the classic psyche exam had become such a critical component. Just because some kind of AFFLICTION wasn’t as plain as a bloodcurdling scream didn’t mean it didn’t exist in one capacity or another. Fail to see it, and the defense had the perfect scapegoat when things started to look bleak. A decently notorious arsonist had escaped a twenty five year sentence only a few months before under those exact circumstances.  ‘ Ladies and gentleman of the jury, HOW can we trust the soundness of the tate’s claims when their own staff FAILED to recognize a sick man in their mad witch hunt for false justice? ‘ A twenty minute deliberation later, he was on his way to Arkham, never to be tried for three decades of terrorizing the city again.  So when Floyd Lawton was rather abruptly taken into custody ( thanks to a certain vigilante who’d somehow found out just the right button to push ), the process of ensuring a similar outcome had begun. 

All that being said, she STILL didn’t believe the man sitting in front her was ill. Not only was he perfectly REASONABLE, he’d proved upon his arrest that he wasn’t completely without empathy, now hadn’t he? She’d heard the story. When the squad car pulled up, there he was. Sitting on the ground with a crying little girl clinging to his chest. Wasn’t exactly the profile of an emotionless man. Not only that ... - that word, that ASSUMPTION bothered him. It struck a nerve. There it was, raw and exposed. Oh he might want to dress it up and call it something else, but that fire in his eyes? The truth hadn’t put it there.  ❝ Alright then. No pleasantries. To be quite honest with you, I heard about half a dozen theories just from my walk to the door to this room. I’m not sure if anyone, especially Dr. Mendel, used the word ‘robot’, but there seems to be a general consensus that you don’t exhibit the appropriate appearance of GUILT all things considered.’❞ There was no point in sugar coating it. For one, they both already KNEW the truth. For another ... - he’d done her the courtesy of being upfront. The least she could do was return the favor.  Because in just a matter of minutes, he’d already told her more than the entire PRECINCT managed to. Just because he didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve didn’t mean he didn’t possess them. He seemed, to her, a man who taught himself to COMPARTMENTALIZE. She gave a slight nod when he mentioned a lack of empathy being ‘better’. In his line of work, she imagined that was nothing but the god honest truth, ❝ Empathy. Guilt. Compassion. I imagine they’re all emotions that could be quite hazardous to you if you displayed them outwardly. Or let yourself explore them too OFTEN. It could get you killed. Which could have unforeseen consequences beyond just the loss of your life, ❞ She paused, taking a moment to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose. To meet his gaze fully. They both knew what she was referring to. If he slipped and someone deemed that a risk too big to take, what would happen to that little girl?  Perhaps it was that little girl that kept her from seeing him the way everyone else did. No one could deny his rap sheet, what was done was done. But people were more than just their actions. Their mistakes. There was more to Floyd Lawton than contracts and a gun. Even if all ‘more’ summed up to be was his daughter. Yet, that revelation left her with an entirely different dilemma.  If he loved his daughter, if he WAS capable of the empathy everyone thought him absent of ... - was it possible to reconcile that man to the one plastered across the WANTED posters? Would it even matter if she could? It wouldn’t stop the D.A. either way. It might not convince a jury ... - when did she start worrying about making a jury see something GOOD?

His questions broke her reverie. Brows rose in both defiance and surprise.       ❝ Do you believe that empathy is always an emotion we can CHOOSE to feel or turn off at will? And whether you think it so or not ... - why discourage me from feeling it? Wouldn’t my empathy only serve to BENEFIT you? ❞  

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PSA - Probable Activity Change/Mains & Exclusives

Alright loves, I’ve got a few changes coming my way. In the next week I’ll be going back to school ( full time ) and starting a new job. My free time is going to be more limited than it has been in the last several months. While nothing is set in stone because I want to try a few things and see what works best, my plan for right now is to do replies on the weekends and queue them to come out during the week on most of my blogs. I may be around some during the week to send some memes and spam the dash with things, but replies are gonna have to wait for the weekend. During the week, I’ll mostly be on my main blog ( @starspangled ) so you can find me there if you need me.  On a similar note, as of now  I am only SELECTIVELY accepting new threads. It’s not meant to be offensive to anyone, it really is just a time crunch. I may end up putting a blog or two on a semi-hiatus, but hopefully I can avoid that. I should know by the end of the week what my schedule is going to look like.  Thank you guys for your understanding and patience!  Side Note ; As it’s a new year and I’m trying to be more selective, I’m thinking I may want to go the mains/exclusives route. I want my time on here to count, to be able to really develop my muses and their relationships. If you’re interested in that, feel free to drop me a line and we’ll talk it out? 

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bleachedrotten replied to your post “prettyrctten ——–> harlyiisms”

haha that's how i feel about mine. i might be changing back soon

right? it’s a rotten world after all ;3 for what it’s worth i always loved the last one !!

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akagriggs:

    “ not  gonna  lie,  doll-face,  i  actually  thought  it’d  take  a  little  bit  less  to  make  that  gasparin  skin’a  yours  bruise. ”   //   @prettyrctten.

❝ Well nobody eva’ congratulated ya on the ole upstairs, now did they? ❞ There was a CHALLENGE in her eyes, eager for more. Pain was a reminder she was still breathing. A motivator to keep fighting despite a max security prison’s worth of cockroaches ( not the bugs, their company she didn’t MIND so much ) efforts to knock the desire out of her. Cracked lips pulled in a smile that was half SNARL. ❝ Come on, Griggsy. Ya can do betta’ than that. ❞  

[leia-organa]

She’s a rabbit hole, don’t fall in.

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[machiiavelliian]

[ourpyrrhicvictoryarchive]

machiiavelliian:

YOU DID NOT SEEK. YOU WERE THE SEARCH.you, with your god complex and godless faith, so eager to cut yourself open if only to show off your ichor, if only to prove you can sew yourself shut all on your own. such a beautiful and terrible thing you are, the product of your father’s vices ( all that’s left of him ), your mother’s virtues ( or what’s left of them ). they stare in your eyes. they sift through the archives in search of any semblance of what you may have been, but there is nothing left, is there? they will find nothing, nothing, NOTHING !!! you burned those bridges, you erased those memoirs, and you’ve chosen to rewrite your own, the ink spilled from your very veins. and with your chest this empty, there is so much more room for that roguish creature within you call your apathy. you should be so proud. just do not forget, boy, don’t e v e r forget. you can teach them how to love a godbut never how to survive one. 

            ind. pri. sel. blaise zabini of j.k. rowling’s harry potter series // written by rey

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iustitiaobtinet :

This was probably the worst assignment that GQ had ever been given - even worse than going after Enchantress and he’d barely survived at that. This though? GQ had a feeling this was all some kind of punishent. The mission prior hadn’t exactly gone to plan - this was some kind of joke to Waller. He could see it written all over her face as he glanced at her. Pursing his lips, the lieutenant let out a huff of a sigh and sat back in his chair, just watching her. He knew she wouldn’t be thrilled to be paired with him again but at least he’d not been responsible for shooting down her lover, the joker. He hoped that she remembered that when they had to go deep into dangerous territory in Gotham. That was where the mission was taking them. “I wouldn’t exactly call that a bonding session, blondie. Would you?” He asked as he quirked up an eyebrow in her, a little smirk playing about the edges of his lips before rolling his eyes as she droped into the seat next to him. He felt like being that bratty type of person that wanted to get everything their way but he knew Waller would make him do this whether he wanted to or not. As Harley made her comment about him and Flag, GQ just shook his head and let out a little chuckle. “That’s all the insults you have? Wow, have you lost your touch?” The butt boys thing, wasn’t true of course. Leaving him alone with her in a room was t something he thought Waller would do, but there she was heading down the hallway. It was his mission so he guessed she was letting him run with it but no sooner had he thought that, she was back with folders. Of course, the mission details. As she started swivelling in her chair next to him, the lieutenant reached out his hand and stopped the chair moving by grabbing the back. He gave her a little glare and shook his head, “please don’t.” The atmosphere changed as the folders were set down in front of them both and he glanced back at the blonde when she asked what he wanted. “We have a mission to get some real bad people off the street….even worse than you blonde. And because you know Gotham’s nasty underbelly better than most, you’re going to help me get it done. Think of it as you playing a double agent.” He tapped the top of the folder and pursed his lips, “It’ll be a mission that lasts longer than a few days so you and I are gonna be around each other a lot, sweetheart. So get used to it.”

❝ Murder is a FANTASTIC bonding experience. Afta that thing stopped twitchin’ an’ ... - was it growlin’ or talkin’? Anyway, we were in sync. Don’t deny it. ❞ She countered with a MOCKING grin. They’d been anything but, but he was fun to mess with. He took after his friend a lot. Always thinking about the MISSION. Never stopping to remember that life wasn’t worth a shit if you lived it for someone else. She would know ; she’d done it for a decade and a half before she got wise. But from the looks of things, he might need a few decades more before he realized being Waller’s errand boy wasn’t much of a life. The woman had balls, she’d give her that, but she was one unappreciative bitch. Harley watched her go without regret, raising her hand to wave before turning back to GQ with a giggle,  ❝ I’m jus’ gettin’ warmed up, sweet cheeks. Give a girl a minute, huh? I been stuck with no one but Grigg’s for company! An’ I gotta tell ya, he ain’t much fun anymore. I guess somethin’ happened to him. ❞ And by that she meant J had put the fear of God in him and now he CRINGED every time she smiled. 

Poor sap. However the smiled faded FAST when he stopped her chair. An irritable pout took it’s place. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. She had to fight the urge to ram her heel through his foot. But, since he remembered his manners, she decided to play NICE. Besides, if she did anything, it’d be right back to the cell block. Or worse. So instead she turned her attention to the folder Waller brought back, her brows pinching together when GQ began outlining the mission. The SUICIDE mission, she might add. How stupid were they? Did they really think she’d do this? Turn into a rat? Might as well go ahead and put a bullet between her eyes now. She scoffed. Loudly. Pushing the folder back, she rose an incredulous eyebrow at him, ❝ Cut the crap, soldier boy. It ain’t a good on ya. Besides, it’ll be ova real quick. They’d figure it out in a second. ❞   She glanced between him and Waller as she spoke now, a note of something akin to desperation starting to show, ❝ They all know where I am. They all know I helped ya last time with the witch docta. If I show up, I won’t make it three feet in the door. And I somehow manage to survive that, it gets out that I’m a RAT. Then I’m good as dead. Nuh uh. No way in hell. Ya want me dead? Getcha fuckin’ gun and get it ova with now. ❞ 

She knew better than to mess with Waller, but this wasn’t even a choice! If her options were between going back to her cell and being a rat, a soon to be DEAD rat by the way, she’d take the cell. If it was between dying now, or putting her life in the hands of the scumbags deemed WORSE than her? Well, no time like the fucking present. Fear wasn’t exactly a common struggle for her, but the idea of being left at the mercy of Gotham’s worst? No. She knew what they did to people who turned their backs on them. To the rats and snitches and double agents. She wasn’t going out like that. That was the kind of end she’d have trouble wishing on most people.

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❝ May as well take their wallets ... - not like they’ll be NEEDING them anymore. ❞

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I saw it move!