#viictcrious

[infamous-harleyquinn]

MEME || @viictcrious || Closed

        it was a STRUGGLE that he wasn’t ready for– wrestling was something he wasn’t very good at and he was really trying to do it without accidentally squishing her at all and hurting anything, but he found himself HOVERING over her with his hands holding her wrists in place. but the reality of the situation soon set in and he was at a LOSS of words and his dark eyes widening. ‘i… i…’

              She hadn’t really been expecting him to get the upper hand on her; wrestling, grappling - it was way more her area of expertise than his, or at least that’s what she’d thought going into the little encounter. Soon enough, it seemed, she was on her back and he was above her, giving her that little puppy dog look that he had that made Harley just grin up at him. “Ya know, yer really gettin’ good at this,” Harley flexed her wrists against his hold. 

[robbing-the-hood-a]

You Punched me in the FACE!

 @viictcrious

         🐁 —— He didnt really mean for it to happen. Rob was just doing a patrol around his area, and happen upon what he saw as well. They didnt look like they we’re doing well. And by they he meant the thugs that seem to try and gang up on the figure down below that was doing a wonderful job kicking their ass. 

     So Street Kid dropped down, tried to help get ride of the ones that lagged back and well. 

    WHAM!!! 

        Fresh blood poured down his face and Kid fell back into the street. Blinking back the spots in his eyes. 

[kholodnayastal]

@viictcrious

          They’re kicking a dude in the fuckin’ face and have       ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ playing rather loudly from      somewhere on their person. It’s a bit of an unpleasant      scene. 

[thislovelylady]

@viictcrious 

Mortals liked to dream up some fantastic things. Apparently she was fantastic by their standards, too, although she didn’t quite see herself as particularly so. She was a deity. A goddess. An immortal. But outside of that, she was actually pretty normal!

At least, she thought so. But considering how her reception was hit-or-miss with some people, she tended to keep quiet about it as long as she could. 

That’s why, while strolling along at night in a supposedly not-so-safe part of the city she was in (she never knew where she was, to be honest), she feigned a nervous smile as a mugger approached her.

“--I really don’t have anything,” she turned out her pockets, voice more insistent than pleading. “See? There’s no need for such aggression...”