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[bloodiedcapes]

“Like the clown character harlequin. I know I’ve heard it before.” Diamondcladclown (doctor quinzel for joker)

"It's a name that puts a SMILE on my face!" Joker declares, exaggerating the point as he places his hands against the glass, eyes trailed on her as she turns. He doesn't back down, continuing on even as she begins to descend the halls. "Y'know, it makes me feel like there's someone in here I can relate to. Someone who might like to hear my secrets."

[not-a-rogue]

@hanayomemomo || x

   --- Her legs would stop swinging, the frown, however, would remain. Deep brown gaze continuing to bore into this unknown female in the odd black garb. Now, it wasn’t as if she were attracting much attention to herself. In fact, it was almost as if most were simply ignoring her -- something the citizen’s of World’s End were wont to do, they encountered many a strange being thanks to the presence of the guild, after all. A yawn fell from the halfling’s lips, punctuating the silence that otherwise surrounded her tiny form, yet even then she’d continue to stare,

“Of course I can see you,“ the words fell from her lips as she ignored the greeting completely, “You are hardly dressed like any other around here, it makes you stand out,”

[shesneverleavingme]

thanks for nothing

Max should have known from the start that putting her parents and Chloe’s mom and step-dad in the same room was a bad idea. 

She didn’t think it would be this bad. 

She and Chloe arrived at the Caulfield house without bringing a lot of fanfare since Vanessa pretty much supplied it by herself. There was a lot of excited giggles and small shrieks, a lot of hugs, and a lot of hurried questions that were punctuated by Vanessa running into the kitchen to check on various foods she was preparing. Joyce was in the kitchen too, and greeted the girls warmly. Both men were watching the television, flipping between the football game and the Thanksgiving Day parade.

The first hour or so was small talk and catching up. Max talked about Chloe running the tattoo shop while her boss was gone, gushing over how great this was, and spoke lightly about her own camera work. Vanessa talked about the community garden she had started working with, which led into questions about if they needed another plant.

Then they sat to eat. Max had been lulled into some complacency with the niceties from earlier, and when she sat down next to Chloe, she reached over and squeezed her knee twice affectionately while Vanessa told them all to dig in. 

David cleared his throat. Max looked at him, met his stare, and quietly looked down at her plate before she took her hand back. 

“So...” Vanessa started, lifting her plate to Ryan (who was carving the turkey), “Anything else new in your life, girls? Any wild and unexpected activities happening that we should be aware of?”

Max looked at her mom, rolled her eyes slightly, and bit back the sarcastic comment in her throat that she normally would unleash in only Chloe’s presence. “No, mom, we didn’t go and do anything else. Can we please not talk about this again?”

@fxckinginsaneinthebrain

[shadowedsapphire]

Reunion// Ruby Sapphire

She had no idea how long she had been laying up against this wall.

She's in some dark corner of the base, dragged here so that Damian, that horrible son of a bitch could have his fun with her-- she knows his name now, and with the knowledge that she can do nothing with this information kills her inside. She's surprised that his name is so clear in her mind when everything else feels so foggy and distant. In a deep recess of her mind, she knows that his name will be burned into her memory for as long as she lives.

She has a name to put to the source of her misery. She will not forget.

But the red hot rage she feels is dampened by the throbbing in her head and the ache over her body-- but she does her best to drag herself off of her stomach and onto her side, letting out a soft groan as she does. Damian had torn her shirt down to her stomach, and she does her best to cover herself when her head perks up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Arceus, she hopes to all the ledgendaries that it isn't Damian coming back. Her face is already bloody from her busted lip and blood is dripping down from a cut on her forehead. She knows her front can't be that much better bruise wise, and she does her best to close her shirt with her hand. The footsteps grow closer behind her, and Sapphire feels like she's burning a hole in the wall with how hard she's staring at it.

The footsteps grow closer and Sapphire remains limp on the ground, hoping with all her heart that whomever is passing doesn't happen to notice her-- she's near enough to the wall that hopefully the shadows will cover her... Her head is throbbing more and more with each passing minute and she's guessing there might be a concussion-- and suddenly she can't her the footsteps anymore.

Don't be Damian, don't be Damian, don't be Damian--