Harley Quinn

"After all this time--all these years--you and I have history. I know what you think of me. You think I'm just a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You're wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be." [ Independent Harley Quinn RP blog, pre-New 52 (exceptions apply). ]

[curseofthefae]

You should have learned by now, I’ll burn this whole world down.

Breaking Benjamin, Had Enough (via shadowssmoke)

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Harley Quinn #17

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   “Nah, nah, nah-- ya got it all wrong. Way wrong. The red ones? Junk. Garbage of the lollipop world. But the green, sour apple ones? Those’re the ones ya want. Don’t be such a candy-bozo.”

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[witchofmanynamesarchive]

“Zero out of ten on customer service,” Willow said. “I have a pen and some paper if you need it, it’s always good to carry them around. For emergencies.”

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   “Whadda I look like, some kind’a chump? Keep ya pen and paper. However, if ya got somethin’ that’s got some boom-boom to it in those pockets’a yours, fork that over. That’ll teach ‘em to play cheapskate with the bearclaws.”

[toshapeshift-deactivated2019041]

   “I was just trying to help. I don’t know where my mom went.”

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   “Aww, ya poor little squirt. Ya remind me’a... well, me. All right, well, why don’tcha start by tellin’ Harley what your mommy looked like, yeah? Then we’ll go an’ look for her.”

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Harley Quinn #11

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“I  t u r n e d  o n  t h e  g a s. So the next person who fires a shot? B O O M! Everybody dies. … W a n t  s o m e  i c e  c r e a m?”

-Harley Quinn.

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“Seriously he’s not including bear claws?” Consider Willow offended. “Sweetie, you can cause a scene all you want about this because it’s a frakking outrage.”

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   “Ugh, I know, right? He said it’s a fritter an’ not a donut, but I say that’s splittin’ hairs! I’m gettin’ SO MANY SPLIT ENDS listenin’ to this bozo! ... heh. Split ends. Harley, ya genius. I gotta write that one down.”

[blondepsychopath-blog]

Babs may have Ocean Madness, but that's no excuse for Ocean Rudeness.

   “Hrngl. We ain’t even in the ocean and I ain’t even bein’ rude. Now scram.”

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   “No, I ain’t gonna stop ‘makin’ a scene’ until this bozo admits that his ‘two for one donuts’ deal is a ripoff! Whaddaya mean ‘no bear claws’!? JEEZ LOUISE, THOSE’RE THE BEST ONES!”

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🎁 harley and ivy in harley quinn vol 1

[observexandxreport]

"You destroyed them because you couldn’t afford them. What is your boyfriend over buying you gifts? I would’ve thought you’d appreciate the art—for someone who takes joy in painting their own body."

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   "Can it, Bat-Brain! For yer information, this ain't even paint-- I, uh... I kinda got an all-over bleach job on impulse, like what Michael Jackson got. S'a long story. An' two, me an' Mistah J are totally, 100%, definitely, probably, certainly not even a thing no more. ... maybe."

[justshadesofgreyarchive]

“Harley!" Selina called out as Harley headed off — though really it was more like a hiss, knowing that it was probably the most fruitless thing she could do. The miss matched blonde was already halfway out of the door and reaching into her inside pocket as Selina stood — pushing her chair back and glancing down at what had been tossed to the table. Part of her couldn’t believe it, the other part knew it was the only thing possible. 

Damn Jokerland fun bucks. 

Groaning and rolling her eyes, Selina looked back at the counter to make sure the staff were all busy —- making a mental note never to come back to this place again. At least she’d paid most of the bill at the counter —- how they’d feel about the tips were another thing. Pushing the chair out of the way and moving towards the door, she opened it quickly and followed Harley out onto the sidewalk, catching up with her just as she began to shout at the unfortunate idiot who was eyeing up the bike. 

“Harley ———” she followed, struggling to see the point in holding her back —- Aside from the audience that had started to form on the other side of the street, eyes watching her with a mix of interest and sheer enjoyment. Moving up behind her carefully and giving the cheeseball in question a withering look, Selina leant in to her shoulder and flickered her eyebrows. 

"I think you only need to scare him a little.…”

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   "He ain't gonna learn nothin' if I only scare him a--" of course she pauses to make obnoxious finger quotes in the air, shifting the weight of her mallet to one side while she does. "--little. Now, if ya don't mind."

By now, the confused would-be thief-- who is clearly more than halfway down the tracks towards the railroad station of Complete Intoxication-- is holding both hands up apologetically,

    [ C R A C K. ]

... at least until one of those hands is sent falling quickly to his side, as Harley sends a vicious whack across the knuckles with her handheld wooden hammer. Judging by the weird angles his fingers now point at-- and the screams of pain, can't forget the screams of pain-- he's probably well on his way to learning a lesson.

"Ya don't steal a girl's motorcycle! Her money, sure. Her shiny stuff, a'course. But her bike? That ain't cool an' you know it, Bozo. Jeez Louise-- criminals these days. Ya know," as she puts the hammer away into her jacket and watches the would be thief stumble away, feeling her lesson sufficiently taught. She whacks the back of her palm lightly against Selina's chest, nodding.

"You an' I had so much more class when we pulled junk like this. Holy smokes, 'Lina-- what the hell went an' happened to the world?"

[katebishoppi]

"Photo? I mean, I can’t show it to anyone, but I’ll know it’s there. And the passwords… might not exactly be mine. Hey, if you can’t use sharing a codename to your advantage, you shouldn’t be in the business."

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   "A photo? Uhh... Sure, toots. Just make sure ya get my good side." [Snort] "Nah, I'm jus' kiddin'-- I got nothin' but 'good side'. But-- whoa, whoa, hold up a second an' lemme get this straight. So, you ain't A-List material with the tight pants and cape crowd? D'ya make B-list at least? Cuz ya seem totally rad an' junk, if it were up to me, ya'd be a total A."

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

   “No, I meant——” Oh, fuck it. She’s just going to mishear everything he says. Whether she’s intentionally doing that is up for interpretation. Remy gives Harley a withering glare that could curdle milk as the person who attempted to break into the building with a giant hammer generously gives him tips on stealth. Someone’s getting a piece of his mind later when this is all over.

   “Dis woman," he mutters angrily under his breath to the pups as he stalks out of the building. "Cette femme, elle me rend fous." The topmost ones in his arms lick at the stubble on his face. Sensing his anger, the coat full of puppies keeps relatively quiet as he makes his way to the car. Unfortunately, the trench coat is smelling worse by the minute. While none of them have had accidents yet, their wriggling and sweating stinks it up and it’s only a matter of time until they do. 

   Breathing an audible sigh of relief when he gets to his car, Remy puts down the ones in his arms, ushering them inside, and shrugs off the trench coat on top of the seat. Fortunately, he manages to close the door before any of them can escape. They wander around the inside of the car as he gets in the driver’s seat and gets settled. Some of them whine when he starts the car and while he does his best to drive slowly, it sets about half of them to barking up a storm. Shoulders up around his ears, with no other choices at hand, he pulls up behind the shelter and waits.

   This is really making him appreciate his cats.

[blondepsychopath-blog]

   You'd not think someone with a frame as lithe, pallid, and rail-thin as Harley could maintain a steady hold on half a dozen puppies in addition to an industrial-sized bag of kibble, but apparently... she manages-- albeit with quite a few grunts as she drags said feed sack out the back door, struggling to keep the squirming pups on her shoulders and under her arm.

"There ya go, babies... C'mon. Almost there. We'll get ya a nice big van to curl up in for a while. Howzat sound, huh? Yeah, nice, ri--..." She blinks, tilts her head to one side, and then blinks several more times in rapid succession once she fully takes in what Remy is actually driving.

"Yo, Napoleon! What gives!? I thought ya said ya had one'a them huge vans for this junk!" Sheesh. Can't find good help anywhere. "Eh, nevermind. This thing's probably all the rage in Pa-ree, or wherevah. I guess ya got European sensibilities. Just open up," as she whacks one palm against the trunk so she has a place to toss the dog food sack while unloading her compliment of puppies into the back seat.

That accomplished, she squirms into the front passenger seat with a squeak, excitedly batting her palms against her legs in the world's most spastic drumming session. "I hope ya got one'a them pine tree air fresheners, or else this place is gonna smell like wet dog for a good month. An' trust me, that smell's real hard to get out. ... So! Where we goin'?"

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