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@volanttt
hey hey! this blog is a revamped/brand new/fresh blog that was previously known as ‘volantt.’ same brand! same writer! same starfire! just a new home because i’m unfortunately locked out of my previous blog. but hopefully the name gets rereleased soon! otherwise, hey hi hello! it’s me <3
starter call.
where in the world is carmen sandiego kendra? that’s a great question and i think i’m finally in a place where i can tell you.
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if we’re mutuals, please feel free to reach out to me/message me about potentially joining a marvel/dc-based discord rp server!!alternatively, like this post and i’ll come to you !! we’re going live today!!
irma and i have poured blood, sweat, and tears into organizing literally everything you can think of. oh !! also !! if the marvel/dc premise makes you a little weary/timid on joining, fret not because we welcome all characters from any fandom ( OCs too! ) so long as they have a marvel/dc verse !! this includes duplicates !!( sidenote: all of my muses, diana, starfire, and alana will be there !! )
we’re just trying to get a good little roster goin’ before posting any public promos, and of course our mutuals are at the top of invite list!!
Katherine McNamara
hrlyqn:
A soft screech leaves Harley’s lips when she’s lifted; she’s not used to this, not anymore, but she can’t help the laughter that follows. Her eyes are soft as she tilts her head happily, Star’s lips finding hers again, and a pleased shiver runs down her spine. Something about how easily Star can manhandle her makes something just unlock in her, something that’s akin to a happiness that she only knows in the woman’s presence. She’s forgotten how much she adores that there’s someone taller than her, someone who can easily lift her, someone who just makes her feel like she’s on fire. Sometimes Harley just forgets that she deserves love, that she’s found it with the most unlikely person –– she loves Starfire, has missed her so deeply that it’s etched in her bones, and she never wants to let her go. She never wants to watch her move back toward space, doesn’t want to have her disappear. She doesn’t know what happens up there or what business Star had been on, but she doesn’t care. Her feet are solid on Earth once more, and Harley gives her ginger hair a gentle tug to remind herself that she’s whole and attainable right at her fingertips.
Eyebrows knit together as Star tries to find the word, her chest aching at the adorable nature of it all. Part of her wants to help her along but she also loves when Star tries to figure something out; there’s something absolutely beautiful in her learning English and Earth customs. It’s something else that’s been sorely missed. Her plan is absolutely ridiculous but Harley merely smiles, her fingers gingerly stroking Star’s cheek before she laughs. “I think it sounds lovely. Over the top, but perfect.” Gently, she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. “Beavers would also work though, for the record. They chew the trees up and make homes out of them. So you weren’t totally incorrect with your first try.” She’s patient with her –– she knows that it’s not an easy thing to pick up on, and where others would correct her all the time, she didn’t see a reason to. She could gently steer her in the right direction if she needed it, but to full on lash out about it? It doesn’t make sense. Then again, the company she keeps doesn’t make any sense, either.
“I think that would bring them justice.” Cheeks flare up pink underneath her caresses, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she takes it all in. It feels like everything has been so loud and crazy in her head, and then one touch from Star has her calming straight down, her thoughts constructing themselves once more. This woman is the key to everything that Harley’s never known she’s needed, and she’s so eager to keep letting that door open. Starfire has a key to her heart and Harley refuses to ever fully lock that door. There were so many times when she had considered it, but this beautiful alien babe had kicked it straight down.
“I love you. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Harley lets out a slow, shaky breath, overcome with the emotion of it all. She leans forward and buries her face in Star’s neck, taking in the scent of atmosphere and fire that clings to her skin. “Bud and Lou are going to be so happy to see you.”
To say she valued Harley’s patience when it came to bearing with her with the English language would be an understatement. Not only did she forgive Starfire for not knowing proper terms and definitions, but she explained them. Harley took the time to teach her and walk her through the meaning behind words instead of glaring and chastising. If you were to ever ask her to write down the reasons why she loved the one and only Harley Quinn-- well for one, it’d be a pretty long list with no less than nine thousand things jotted down-- but her acceptance and guidance would definitely be at the top. “Maybe there’s an army of beavers inside of the woodchippers that we don’t know about doing all of the wood chipping.” Have you ever taken apart one of those machines? It’s possible!
But then she’s hugging Harley a little closer, a little tighter whenever she feels that burrow into. “I love you.” A kiss is dropped down to a shoulder, accompanied by a squeeze of her arms that remain securely wrapped around. “I missed you more than a lot, there aren’t any words I can use to explain it.” Head pulls back, a kiss to a cheekbone. “Well, unless you want to listen to me say ‘really’ and ‘very’ a bazillion times.” Then she’s moving, crossing the room with Harley still straddling her waist, to carefully lay the blonde down onto her bed before climbing on top and hovering.
“I can’t wait to see Bud and Lou. I’ve got a new pair of shoes that just don’t fit right because they’re lacking in hyena teeth marks.” Grin splits wide open, shining a luminous beam down onto the woman beneath her trapped between outstretched arms.
Elbows bend to lower herself, to lie down beside but only half way, propping herself up on one elbow while her other arm draped over Harley’s hips. Hand wanders up a shirt, skin craving the feel of warmer skin, doting fingers trailing up the side of a torso as her other hand cradled her own head in its palm. “I never meant to leave.” It’s spoken in a hushed tone, a voice barely an octave above a whisper, a quiet confession. “I think I was in-- purgatory? But not physically. Just in my head. It’s hard to describe. There was a lot of fog. And it was very difficult to navigate. And I know I should’ve asked for help but I’m aware of how much of a bowling ball I already am. --Not bowling ball,” eyes squeeze shut and head shakes. A deep breath in, an inward wince, “--Something heavy.” Burden. She was searching for the word ‘burden.’
“It wasn’t you. It was never you. It could never be you.” Eyes reopen, thumb begins to sweep back and forth underneath the thin fabric of Harley’s shirt. “And I hate myself for knowing I probably made you think that. And it hurts. And the hurt got worse every day. Being away from you hurt the most. It hurt so bad that it felt like I was dying, as dramatic as that sounds, I can’t think of another way to describe it.”
the DCEU? I think you mean the Harley Quinn Cinematic Universe
if we’re mutuals, please feel free to reach out to me/message me about potentially joining a marvel/dc-based discord rp server!!alternatively, like this post and i’ll come to you !! we’re going live today!!
irma and i have poured blood, sweat, and tears into organizing literally everything you can think of. oh !! also !! if the marvel/dc premise makes you a little weary/timid on joining, fret not because we welcome all characters from any fandom ( OCs too! ) so long as they have a marvel/dc verse !! this includes duplicates !!( sidenote: all of my muses, diana, starfire, and alana will be there !! )
we’re just trying to get a good little roster goin’ before posting any public promos, and of course our mutuals are at the top of invite list!!
hrlyqn:
For a moment, she’s lost in the sensation of Starfire against her, their lips easily coming together once more. She’s missed her; she’s been gone for far too long, lost in space with no way to contact her, but now she’s finally home. Or rather, Harley considers it home; she doesn’t know if Star will ever think it. She shakes it off inside her own mind though and lets out a soft noise in the back of her throat, wrapping her arms around her neck. It’s hard and it strains her shoulders, but she doesn’t care. It feels absolutely perfect.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispers softly, just for the woman before her. Thumb gently runs along the back of her neck as she smiles, her heart hammering in her chest. It’s so easy to forget that you miss someone until they’re right in front of you. She hadn’t realized just how much Star’s presence was missed until right now.
“You should! I don’t like it. It’s a mean tree. It’s ripped so many of my clothes.” A soft pout rushes over her features, ruby lips jutting out. “So many outfits ruined because it wants to be rude. I think it should quiver in the face of your obviously more advanced alien self.” A light tease, a smile at the corners of her lips, and then she’s playfully nipping at Star’s bottom lip.
“I’m so glad to be home.” Forehead rests gently against another, eyes fluttering shut to indulge in the serene motions of Harley’s thumb, a cat basking in a pool of sunlight and soaking in the rays of warmth. But she notes the slight strain in the other’s muscles and she’s got just the fix. Her knees bend, only just, and both arms wrap around the blonde’s lithe figure before lifting. Harley’s hoisted into the air with little to no effort, legs hooking around Starfire’s waist, grip firm but not tight. They were eye-level now and she was free to steal another kiss from a pair of lips with ease. A sigh of content falls on the exhale upon breaking the kiss, much better.
“I will destroy the tree in your honor.” A single nod, a smile prying itself open to reveal pearly whites. “Which method of destruction would you like me to use? Laser beams? Star-bolts? Oh--!” Brows hike to kiss a scarlet hairline and the greenest of greens grow both in size and vibrancy. “We could get one of those-- um-- beavers--???” Face twists and contorts, stuck somewhere between confusion and flustered. “The magic machine that turns wood into smaller pieces of wood.” A pause, a breath. Lightbulb! “--Woodchippers! That’s what it’s called. We could get a woodchipper and watch it get devoured then we can get a canon and shoot the woodchips into a blackhole.” Her head nods in agreement with her own brilliant idea, grin returning and booming.
“How does that sound?” Voice softens, neck stretching and head tilting to press lips to a porcelain cheek. “Would that bring your clothes the justice that they deserve?” Another kiss, bestowed to the same spot, nose nuzzling. “I won’t rest until you’re satisfied. And from this moment forward, I will protect you from the trees. All of them. I promise.”
A new still of Katherine McNamara as Taylor Risdale in the upcoming movie “Finding You”
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𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘. it was a matter of time and she is a patient woman. she presses, not for her own sake but for kori’s. she was unable to help right 𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 if it was being kept from her – zatanna’s urging comes from a place of care, just like everything else she does. ❝ no, ❞ she is quick to reassure with a hand placed delicately upon the other woman’s shoulder. ❝ but i’ll make some tea and you can start talking. ❞
Her brain short-circuits. Wires cross, a plug or two detaching from its designated socket whenever a hand with the intention of fostering is found behind muscle and bone versus the typical violence she’s grown accustomed to. What was meant to be a nonchalant gesture, holds a deeper meaning to the Tamaranean. There’s a freeze in her own movements before a brow twitches, she’s trying to remember if she likes tea.
“It’s nothing, really. Nothing that hasn’t been a problem before.” Classic Starfire bouts of self-doubt. “It’ll resolve itself eventually. It always does.” In other words, she’ll sweep it under the rug until the corner of the rug is physically turned over. “But lately--” It doesn’t take much, she submits and obeys like the golden retriever she is. “I am unsure of my purpose here. I recently discovered that the word limbo is something else other than a party game, it is a place. And I think I am there-- living inside of the limbo. Or walking, I guess. Wandering? Roaming.”
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Shamrock hues accumulate a certain glow as they widen and brighten, waves of glitter shimmer and shine similar to the way rays of sun dance across the ocean’s tide. Both hands raise and fingers twitch, desperate to reach out and touch the canvas of the woman before her that’s been painted with crimson splatters, hesitates. She’s aware of boundaries, knows she has a bad habit of ignoring them and catapulting across them anyway.
“Are you alright? Are you in need of the rescuing?”
starter call? starter call!
hrlyqn:
A soft pout falls onto her lips, but she happily leans into her girlfriend’s touch, breath catching in her throat for the briefest of moments. Sometimes she still can’t believe that Star is back, in her arms and safe; she doesn’t understand the conquest of space and had once thought it beautiful, but if it’s going to keep taking the other away from her, then she’s not fond of it any longer. No, she intends to keep the woman right here with her. Each time they touch she’s reminded of the gentleness of her, of how much she’s missed this; a piece of her heart had been among the stars and she hadn’t even realized it. Truthfully, she’s going to blame it on Robin, always. It’s a good scapegoat and he can fuck off –– he’s upset Star enough that he deserves the blame being put on him.
A soft sigh leaves her lips and she leans up on her toes, barely tall enough to reach the other’s lips. “I tried to pet a squirrel and it didn’t go well. When I ran away a tree smacked me. I mean, who put the fuckin’ thing there anyway?!” Frustration blooms across her pale features, the black eye smarting and blossoming a galaxy of colors against her skin. “Stupid thing. I gave it a peanut, you think it would’ve felt happy to do it.” Nose scrunches up in disgust once more but it quickly slips away, her arms winding around her waist. “Kiss it all better?”
Smile softens and head nods at the request, the tip of her nose brushing against another before she ducks, neck craning only just, but she pauses. She pauses to sweep her thumb across the hollow of Harley’s cheek and allows that grin from earlier to make a second appearance. She pauses to make sure it’s seen, the unrelenting joy that’s seeped into dimples. She pauses to make sure it’s felt with the benevolent touch of atoms intermingling with other atoms.
Free hand lifts to slide through an arm and smooth her palm along the plane of Harley’s back as lips press just below ravaged flesh with utmost care. But she doesn’t stop there, her lips linger, languidly trailing down a jawline and to a chin where she stalls with her mouth pressed against. Other hand wanders, going from cupping a jaw to deliberately palming a neck.
Heart swells, warmth crashing against the shoreline of its cavity. She missed you. She loves you. Then she’s finally moving her mouth to envelope another. She missed you. The kiss is deepened with a careful part and press. She loves you.
“Remind me the next time we pass that tree together and I will singlehandedly rip it from its roots.”
Katherine McNamara
x || golden girls prompts || status: accepting!! || @hrlyqn sent: ‘ but then again it was dark and i tend to over-dramatize. ’
A hand raises, doting fingertips graze a porcelain cheek, carefully sweeping beneath a blooming bruise that cracked and discolored what was once a flawless marble statue. “So what was it this time?” Her voice wasn’t admonishing, nor was it sarcastic, even though the tiny smile that teased might’ve revealed otherwise. Her tone was completely judgement-free. “Did you run into the door or did the door run into you?” A pause, a raise of brows, lips parting only just to form a small ‘o’ shape. “Or was it that tree in the park that likes to pick fights with you?”
Facade breaks, grin splits, hand moving to palm the underside of a jaw. “I trust that you can take care of yourself. But if you ever require the backup, you can call me.”
