The More That Harley Talked About This Man Named 'hush,' The More That Blamore Didn't Want To Ever Meet

the more that harley talked about this man named 'hush,' the more that blamore didn't want to ever meet him. i mean, she had been a part of gotham's underground for considerably longer than it had been, so it trusted her word. and the other players in it that blamore had already met in gotham? a lot of them were terrible, so it wasn't exactly hard for him to imagine one more 'bad egg' being among the ever-growing list of them. a soft hum of affirmation slipped through its lips then.

❝ mm, so is there something special about his appearance that you can tell me about? because i don't want to run into this thomas elliot if i can avoid it now, ❞ blamore lazily swept its bony tail out to the side while contemplating what it should eat. or, correction, what they should eat considering harley was there. the creature had to think deeply to remember what was in its freezer. there was frozen vegetables, cheese, bread, and leftover homemade soup in there... the homemade soup should do it.

blamore gnawed on his bottom lip when he felt the sensation of some of the plants within his chest moving just enough for it to be noticeable. it never knew how to feel whenever things like these happened in front of people, even though it was out of his control, considering it was due to turgor pressure; blamore quickly covering up what he could of his ribs as if he didn't want to potentially 'freak her out.' waving a hand nonchalantly is what it tried to do to take the attention off of that, ❝ oh, no. i knew as soon as i started to find it harder to get up that i arrange for someone else to take care of my cat for a bit. ❞

while shooting harley a reassuring smile, blamore held onto what was next to him as he took an experimental step forward. ❝ her names marmalade, and she's past being a kitten now. she's never liked bath's but using positive reinforcement has helped her stop clawing me to death when i do give her one, ❞ it let go of the wall next to it before taking yet another step and unfortunately, that was right about the time blamore got hit by a bad hunger pang. hugging himself seemed to be the only thing that kept him upright at that moment.

it let out a deep groan as its stomach growled and its back felt like it was spasming. god's, blamore really should've kept his phone on him when he laid down the last time. because at least then he would've had the option to call someone before things got this bad. blamore honestly accredited the way it kept its accent for so long to its father's, sacha, constant presence in its life. otherwise — his probably would've become more americanized, but it still spoke with that southern french one.

blamore swallowed thickly and released its arms from around itself, a hand rubbing at one of the sides of its spine, ❝ i'm not saying you didn't deal with them. i suppose i only have myself to blame for the confusion, as there are a wide variety of people out there who are french. but everyone in my family is from the south of france. i have met some very nice creole people before, though, and i sometimes wish my maman (mom) would've taken notes from them. ❞ he'd like to say he was joking about that but all blamore remembered of his mother now was that she was selfish and hated him.

so, that just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. ❝ i'll have to take you to the lake in annecy then. the water there is beautiful, and the view of the mountains is even better, ❞ blamore started to take slow steps towards the kitchen then and reached it in about five minutes. however, he had to take a break from standing and sat on one of the countertops afterwards. ❝ yeah. anti-seizure meds can actually also relieve nerve pain. at least, that's what my doctor told me. i've been lucky enough to not have a seizure within my life. but well... ❞

blamore scratched the back of his neck and spent a few beats of time in silence before saying, ❝ i feel like there's always a price to pay whenever you undergo some sort of transformation. whether its physical, mental, or emotional. mine just happened to be that i now have nerve pain and need to eat a ridiculous amount of food to stay alive. ❞

'Oh well Thomas Elliot his street name is Hush. Jus' a huge pile of freakin' shit. Jus' I wouldn't bother with 'em. Trust me I would ratha' be doin' anything even time than be around those people," she said confidently.

Making sure Balmore was steady she smiled that he took time explaining a little what his transformation was like. People composed of greenery made her slightly mystified. After watching a bazillion Captain Planet cartoons and finding people composed of earth being villains more so than heroes left her gobsmacked. At times she still wasn't sure which side of the line Swamp Thing was.

At the mention of a cat Harley jolted and looked about only to calm down when it was explained the feline was being watched. Breathing out slowly she shook her head and leaned back. "Almost gave me a scare there. Thought I drowned out a kitten. Unless ya' got one of the odd balls that is fond of water 'en bathtime."

She took in his home watching the water still seeping into the cracks and crevices left from not being tended. She wondered if there had been a home or any other manner of properties ajoined to the greenhouse or what the story for the place had been. It was fun to make things up in her mind, but only the records would show why it was out here. Listening to his past, it seemed unreal to imagine he was a Gothamite growing up at east end. They said her accent stood out a mile, but Gotham had its own charm with dialect. Shaking her head she felt bad she scolded him over such a thing or brought it up. It wasn't her place to brand him, if anything that certainly wasn't helping him with depression.

"Heyyyy hey heyyyyy.. As fa' tha' accent may I remind you I treated mental patient's. You don't think I didn't deal with alters from otha' dimensions or places? But I wasn't sure if ya' were from France, Canada, Africa... or maybe Louisiana and just a more pronounced Creole? Trust me anytime I am totally down fa' France. I miss it."

She smiled and wondered off for his prescription handing it over without tampering with the bottle. She watched very observant of the pill, no doubt he could see her trying to come to a conclusion on her own. "Oooh okay yeah I jus' I prescribed that for epilepsy. I wasn't sure if you had that cause I found you on the floor and well greenhouse natural lighting? It woulda fit.. but nerve damage? I woulda thought the plants mighta strengthened that. Hmm guess I still got a lot ta' learn."

SKSKS alright, i hope i'm not annoying y'all with this, BUT OMGGG. i feel like that one meme with the girl who filmed that bullying video with her friends (iykyk, it's the one where she's like 'GUYS, GUYS, COME BACK!! GUYS' jsjsj) i got the final product back for my commission and i just... i have no words. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM AHHHH i love the artist so much for this, istg 😭

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since i haven't done anything ✨️ spicy ✨️ here in a minute, i don't think... please like this post if you'd like for me to send you a (very) mini sinful starter from this plant monster!!

AHH forgive me for my inactivity on here, y'all! but i have finally come up with what blamore is going to be for halloween and its... (*imaginary drumroll*) one of the monsters from crypt TV, specifically in the episode 'the birch.' there is this really cool looking but also scary monster in it that helps a kid who's being bullied in what is uhh... perhaps not the best way, to say the least JSJSJ. but tell me you all see the vision because i think i can 👀 (except it is not femme like the monster, BUT y'all get the gist of it haha)

ೃ༄ breakfast prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— “how do you take your coffee again?”

— “you know, it defeats the purpose of me making pancakes if you eat all the strawberries and nutella before they’re even done.”

— “oh come on, just ten more minutes!”

— “god, how long could it possibly take for one person to shower?!”

— “hey, come here- does this look okay?”

— “which do you think, the green tie or the blue one?”

— “you need a real breakfast! sit and eat, it’ll only take you a few minutes.”

— “can you help me make the bed?”

— “a packed lunch?! what am i, six?”

— “i washed your uniform for you, it’s on top of the dryer.”

— “i’ll love you forever if you get up and make me some coffee.”

— “come sit, i’ll do your hair for you.”

— “did you take your meds?”

— “are you sure you have to leave so early?”

— “i didn’t think you’d stay the night.”

blamore waited one beat, two, then three before he felt a hand on its own shoulder; the smile on his face threatening to become even wider when he was pushed into the wall by elizabeth. and blamore actually was able to hold back from doing so, up until the other called it a 'tease.' there was honestly no denying that it was trying to rile eliza up as it did get some enjoyment out of it, causing the ends of his lips to tug upwards in a wider smile. blamore leaned his head back against the wall as his heartbeat started to speed up, ❝ so what if it is? it worked, which is all that matters. ❞

it went on to wrap an arm around the other's neck then and batted its eyelashes at elizabeth to try to portray itself as innocent. ❝ i had just been thinking about how ways we could burn off all this energy we have, and physical activity had admittedly crossed my mind. especially with how beautiful you looked today, ❞ blamore placed his free hand on one of the other's collarbones and caressed the other's skin there with his thumb. its eyes flickered from eliza's left one to the other, ❝ well... are you going to take control today, my love? or are you wanting me to wrestle it from you? ❞

after spending a good part of the day with elizabeth away on a weekend trip of sorts, blamore thought he'd be prepared sleep that night — but it seemed both it and the other were still wide awake later that night. which, led to an idea finding its way into his head that might tire them out right as he started to consider just giving up and pulling an all-nighter. blamore told eliza then that he was going to take a shower and purposely left the door to the bathroom open.

this was done only for it to start taking off its clothes one-by-one in view of the other, while it pretended like it didn't know the door was still open; essentially giving eliza a strip-tease while blamore paced every-so-often within the bathroom as if he was grabbing things. the last piece of clothing was soon being discarded to the side by it, however, and it just-so-happened to be blamore's boxers as he bent down to give his partner a good view of his ass. that was when it padded into the walk-in shower and, with a slightly self-satisfied smile, really hoped that it gave eliza a good enough 'show' for her to join him.

(ahh, okay, so this may be longer than one paragraph but... IDK i just came up with this scenario and so i HAD to include it in here because blamore would try to tease her like this LOL)

How could she not watch? Eliza propped herself up, head resting on her hand, as she surveyed the show before her.

It was the smile that did her in, she’s not letting it get away with that. Flinging the covers off she quickly enters the bathroom, following it into the shower. Eliza puts a hand on its shoulder and pushes it into the wall, trapping it. “Is this what you wanted? You little tease~”