#hellaquinn

[sniisnii]

snii we need a mason verger intervention AND a michael pitt intervention. no an exorcism. get someone to call the priest immediately. satan has taken up residence here destroy his pillow lips

[shinra-rufus]

[scent meme: fruity, candy-type perfume - HARLEY'S PERFUME. I'M SORRY---]

Most of the wounds had almost healed. The minor ones, at least. The cuts on his back and forearm had healed into scars—scars with an interesting story to tell of the mad woman who used his body as an easel. The wound that had yet to heal was the one inflicted to his bicep. It remained fresh, painful and completely unbearable to deal with. He wondered if his body had lost it’s ability to heal; to regenerate healthy tissue. Of course it would have been better had he decided to see a doctor, but he trusted no one. The only people allowed to get close enough to aid in the cleaning and maintenance of it were the turks, and even then he was apprehensive about letting them near. Changing the bandage was a chore, and it hurt. For them to see him hurting would mean he would appear vulnerable, and he couldn’t have that. No, not the once feared Shin-Ra tyrant. As far as anyone was concerned he felt no pain.

He sat alone, shirtless, and next to a pile of old bandages; a fresh roll of gauze in one hand and a bottle of antiseptic in the other. Before proceeding he rolled up a piece of cloth and placed it in his mouth, anticipating the sting from the antiseptic meeting the open wound. After counting to three in his mind he poured the liquid over the wound. The searing pain was instant; he clenched his teeth down onto the cloth and allowed himself to scream. The entire process brought back memories of the night the wound was made—the instrument used flashes in his mind, the look upon Harley’s face as she took enjoyment out of her impromptu surgery, and the sound of his flesh being sawed into. As long as the wound remained he would be re-living it on an almost daily basis. His only sense of comfort was knowing that he was safely back at home.

And then he caught the faint whiff of something eerily familiar. A sort of fruity smell, mixed with various sweet smelling flowers. His heart began to race. No, it couldn’t be possible. There was no way. For a moment he listened for a fight to commence outside his room. Nothing but silence. He stood up slowly and reached for the drawer of his night stand, pulling out a pistol. She wasn’t going to touch him again, and he intended on making damn sure of it. If it was a game of cat and mouse she wanted then she had it—he was the cat and he was hungry for the decadent taste of revenge.

Slowly, avoiding the creaks in the floorboards, he made his way towards his bedroom door. With no hesitation at all he opened it stealthily and peaked around the corner—nothing. Next it was down the stairs, again being mindful of his footfalls. The scent got stronger the closer he got to the foyer of his newly built mansion—aha he had her pinned, clearly she was hiding somewhere. His arm was still dripping with antiseptic, the strong aroma of the medicine mixing with the fragrance that taunted him. 

"Show yourself!" He shouted as he steadfastly kept his gun up.

No response which was no surprise. Even though he had only spent a small amount of time with her he knew her well enough. Merely coming out of hiding was too easy and boring. No, not that way. She’d jump out with some sort of circus act wielding a monstrous weapon of torture. Surely she’d have something to say; a snarky quip about something.

"Mr. Shin-Ra…." a woman’s voice called out from behind him.

He quickly turned around and aimed, startled at the sight. “Holy shi—”

The maid.

"I—

—I hope you don’t mind I lit a candle, sir.” she nodded towards a table in the corner of the foyer.

And there it was.The source of the aroma. A goddamn candle. And there HE was, half naked in front of an employee. He lowered his gun and ran a hand through his hair nonchalantly with a bemused laugh. 

"Stupid clown…."

[sniisnii]

wAIT what HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING

THANK YOU ' o')/

[shinra-rufus]

✪✪✪✪✪ ;D

✪✪✪✪✪ = Whoa you’re kinda cute

I’d be a hell of a lot cuter without certain scars etched into my flawless body by a certain someone.

[lnterfector]

hellaquinn replied to your post:; i still can’t figure out an fc that i really...

[hmmm… garrett hedlund, hayden christensen? off the top of my head. totally random]

holy shit i actually really like the idea of garrett hedlund i'm totally going for that THANK YOU THAT'S ALL I NEEDED ILY

[jonnycrane-archive]

hellaquinn replied to your post:guys VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION; what other batman...

[basically any of the rogues]

why i can't do it trust me

and also i need specifiCS gosh because there's different versions and video games and movies aND I JUST DON'T KNOW???

[batsandbandages]

hellaquinn replied to your post:“Don’t you dare.”

“‘Cause you’re gonna regret it.” Harley paused, tossing her head to one side as she considered her words. “…Second thought, go ahead. Y’clearly got some opinion ‘bout me you’re jus’ dyin’ to share. So spit it out, Elliot.”

     "Oh, I'm sure. Heaven forbid I make an enemy of Joker's pet." He chuckled, low and rumbling, raising an expectant eyebrow. "I'd feel no more threatened than I would be by one of your little mongrels. Physically dangerous, maybe, but very small in the scheme of things. Very...disposable." He blinked, placid and altogether uninterested. "I save my respect for those worthy of it - and my 'regret'."

[batsandbandages]

hellaquinn replied to your post:#I think a good half of tommy’s ships have begun...

[whereas harls just thinks he’s irredeemably creepy. EVEN WITH HER TASTE IN MEN]

She's only got room in her heart for one~

Although tbh, given that she was a psychiatrist, it makes a lot of sense to me that she'd be much more put off by Tommy than most. She might play up the ditzy blonde bit, but I'm sure her bullshit detector starts screaming when he's around.