Mama’s Gonna Paint The Streets With Blood

A roleplay blog for the DC character Harley Quinn/ Harleen Quinzel. Mun and muse are 30+ females. Please read my rules page before interacting. Minors DNI. Written by Siren

[gothamsjestersiren]

Hello all! And welcome to the blog! Please read at least my rules page (and maybe my exclusives) before interacting. My DMs and askbox are open to everyone.

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[gothamsjestersiren]

//Off to bed. Goodnight all!

[gothamsjestersiren]

"Do you want to use it on me, ma belle? You wield it so gently..." Lestat unbuttoned his shirt as she was sharpening her knife...for whatever reason that warrented undressing. "I know your mind, do it. Take me to bed and carve your name on my chest, show me how deep your devotion is." (hes feral kick him)

@bratxprincexlestat

Her knife was sharp enough, but the action of wiping the blade along the stone was soothing. A monotonous task that calmed her mind.

Lestat’s question brought a smirk to her lips that she tried to hide. He knew her so well that it scared her sometimes. She did want to cut him, not out of rage, but for the intimacy of it. A few slices wouldn’t kill Les of course, but she could still cause some harm if she tried hard enough. And that was the thing of it. Trusting each other to not get carried away on either side of the knife.

“If I didn’t know you were immortal I’d think ya had a death wish. Didn’t anybody tell ya it’s dangerous to ask a crazy lady to carve ya up?” Her eyebrow rose as her finger flicked along the sharp edge. She drew a line of blood from her skin and rolled her tongue over the digit, keeping her eyes locked with Lestat’s.

“C’mon then babe, I’ll cut ya deep enough that my name is gonna stay on your chest for at least an hour.” Harley stood and held her hand out to Lestat, smile on her bright red lips. “Ya just can’t get too pissed if we get the sheets bloody.”

[paper-wounds]

[gothamsjestersiren]

❛ You could be wearing a trash bag and still be the prettiest person in the room. ❜

@bratxprincexlestat

It had to be perfect. She had to be perfect. Tonight was important for Lestat and as his date she had to look her best. Harley had even woken up early so she could be ready. But things weren’t working out like she expected.

Was this the fifth or sixth outfit Harley had tried? The clothes had been taken off and tossed aside with greater and greater frustration when they didn’t meet her expectations. Everything that she usually looked great in didn’t seem to spark that joy that she usually had. Some of them even made her scrunch her face in disgust. The little flaws looked bigger when it was only her there to critique herself without Lestat pouring praise over every stitch she tried on.

This might-a been a bad idea.

Harley stood at her closet in just her underwear, shoving aside dress after dress, unable to find anything that would be good enough for Lestat. Everything looked too boring, too plain, too uninspired. Although she had loved everything in the closet hours ago nothing felt Harley enough.

She could feel tears springing to the corners of her eyes as she knelt on the floor in a huff, only throwing a fit because she thought Lestat was still sleeping and wouldn’t see her acting this way. She had to be composed and ready when he came out of coffin. She couldn’t be caught breaking down over a silly dress.

Harley had been so lost in her exasperation that she didn’t notice Lestat in the doorway. Hearing his voice Harley quickly put a smile on her tear streaked face, spinning to look up at him from her kneeling position on the floor. “Aw Les! You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause I’m half naked.” Her smile slipped for a brief moment before it came back more genuine. “I got a lil’ upset.” Nothin’ looked good enough to wear next to my Columbine.”

[milkmemes]

FLIRTY STARTERS

Sentence starters that are flirty. Change pronouns as you see fit.

❛ Can I hold your hand, or is that too forward? ❜ ❛ I think your laugh might be my new favorite sound. ❜ ❛ You look beautiful in the morning light. ❜ ❛ I saved you the last piece, of course I did. ❜ ❛ I didn’t fall for you. I tripped… over your smile. ❜ ❛ Can I braid your hair? I’ve wanted to for ages. ❜ ❛ I was having a bad day until you showed up. ❜ ❛ I love how you say my name—makes it sound like poetry. ❜ ❛ You could be wearing a trash bag and still be the prettiest person in the room. ❜ ❛ I don’t know what we are, but I like it. A lot. ❜ ❛ You always smell like vanilla and danger. ❜ ❛ I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick. ❜ ❛ You’ve got stars in your eyes when you look at me. ❜ ❛ I’m not used to someone looking at me like you do. ❜ ❛ Stay. Please. Just a little longer. ❜ ❛ You remembered my favorite song? ❜ ❛ Your hoodie looks better on me. Just saying. ❜ ❛ I could listen to your voice all day. ❜ ❛ Come here. I wanna kiss your forehead. ❜ ❛ Your smile makes my whole day better. ❜ ❛ You’re blushing again. It’s adorable. ❜ ❛ You tuck your hair behind your ear every time I compliment you. ❜ ❛ You’re my favorite notification. ❜ ❛ I made you coffee the way you like it. ❜ ❛ You don’t have to say anything—I like just being with you. ❜ ❛ You always make the world feel a little softer. ❜ ❛ You’re so warm, I might never let go. ❜ ❛ I think I’m falling for you, and honestly, I’m not even scared. ❜ ❛ I didn’t think someone like you would ever look at me that way. ❜ ❛ I’m not flirting—I’m admiring. There’s a difference. ❜ ❛ Your laugh makes me want to do dumb things just to hear it again. ❜ ❛ This would be more romantic if my heart wasn’t trying to punch its way out of my chest. ❜ ❛ You keep making that face and I’m going to have to kiss it. ❜ ❛ You can scoot closer, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to. ❜ ❛ I had a dream about you last night. Want to guess what happened? ❜ ❛ I brought snacks and cuddles—pick your poison. ❜ ❛ You should wear that color more often. It brings out your eyes… and all my feelings. ❜ ❛ I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable than I do around you. ❜ ❛ Can we stay like this? Just for a while? ❜ ❛ I like the way you touch me—gentle, like you actually care. ❜ ❛ You’re always the first person I want to tell when something good happens. ❜ ❛ I didn’t think this would happen, but I’m really glad it did. ❜ ❛ You’re the best part of my day, every day. ❜ ❛ You look good with your hair like that… but you’d look better next to me. ❜ ❛ You always make me feel like I’m enough. ❜ ❛ I want to memorize every little thing about you. ❜ ❛ Your hand fits so perfectly in mine, it’s not even fair. ❜ ❛ You’re trouble. Beautiful, irresistible trouble. ❜ ❛ You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel safe and excited at the same time. ❜ ❛ I could fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. ❜

[gothamsjestersiren]

//Hello everybody!

[gothamsjestersiren]

//K my peeps I’m off. Goodnight all!

[missymusings]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 

18+. sexual themes ahead. this list was primarily made to get conversations around kink going but like it says on the tin, context matters. stay safe, smart, and have fun. 

“ use your words. ”

“ don’t think i didn’t notice how much you seemed to enjoy that. ”

“ yeah, or … you could keep going. ”

“ ask me nicely. ”

“ you think i don’t already know what you need ? ”

“ don’t make me say it. it’s embarrassing. ”

“ got yourself into quite the predicament there, haven’t you ? ”

“ all you have to do is ask. ”

“ no … keep it on. ”

“ you promised you could keep quiet. ”

“ you don’t have to be shy. don’t i always make you feel good ? ”

“ trust me. i know how to make you feel good. ”

“ i’m all for your little pain kink, but you need to rest. ”

 " will you try them on for me ? “

” so that’s a thing for you, huh ? duly noted. “

” you bet your sweet ass i’m using this to my advantage later. “

” interesting reaction. we’ll be talking about that later. “

” maybe tonight we could do the thing you wanted to try … “

” this what you needed ? “

” say it back to me, who do you belong to ? “

” yeah. yeah, but it’s a good hurt, keep going. “

[ HAND ] for sender to clamp their hand around receiver’s mouth to keep them quiet 

[ MUFFLE ] for receiver to clamp their hand around sender’s mouth to keep them quiet

[ UNIFORM ] for sender to see receiver in a uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted

[ LOOK ] for receiver to see sender in uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted 

[ CHOKE ] for sender to put receiver in a chokehold during a fight and receiver accidentally moans about it 

[ CHOKED ] for receiver to put sender in a chokehold during a fight and sender accidentally moans about it 

[ STRIP ] for sender to change their clothes in front of receiver and receiver is noticeably flustered 

[ DRESS ] for receiver to change their clothes in front of sender and sender is noticeably flustered 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to discover that sender has sensitive  ” insert. “ [ now’s the time to confess your muse’s weak spots ]

[ PAIN ] for receiver to admit they like it rough and/or painful to stop sender from being too gentle or careful with them 

[ PAINED ] for sender to admit they like rough and/or painful to stop receiver from being too gentle or careful with them 

[ CHECK ] for receiver to check in with sender whether what they’re doing is okay 

[ TEST ] for sender to check in with receiver whether what they’re doing is okay 

[ THIRST ] for receiver to want sender really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but sender resists 

[ WAIT ] for sender to want receiver really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but receiver resists 

[gothamsjestersiren]

[ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire

@bratxprincexlestat

Harley didn’t mind traveling to see Lestat. It was even fun to go to a new city that she wouldn’t usually have any reason to be in. She had gotten into the habit of having an over night bag stowed away in her car for the occasions when Lestat would text her a location and a date.

Once after such a text Harley was in the crowd, smiling and dancing along to the music that pushed the crowd into a frenzy. She wasn’t sure if Lestat could see her until their eyes locked together and he gave her that Columbine smile that brought a short scream from her lungs. It was always such a relief to Harley when he saw her. He wouldn’t think she stood him up! He knew she was there for him! She wouldn’t be a reason for him to be upset!

Towards the end of the concert a large man came to Harley and placed a lanyard around her neck, giving her VIP access to the band after the show.

When the band had played their last song and Lestat blew kisses to the crowd before walking off stage Harley was taken behind the curtains to meet the band with the other lucky people that had been picked from the crowd, all waiting for autographs and acknowledgements from their favorite musician.

The band came in and the people around her screamed and reached out to touch the rockstars. As Lestat came closer, hand outstretched to take hers, Harley giggled and bounced in place, her hand entangling with his as he led her out of the room. She must have looked like a starstruck fan instead of the woman that was desperately in love with the man taking her away.

Once they were alone in the hallway (or at least not watched) Lestat’s hands were on Harley’s hips, walking her backwards until she was against the wall before their lips met in a slow kiss. It wasn’t one of their frantic ones that turned into sex, but one that revealed the longing that they had for each other. It also held another ‘L’ word that they were too stubborn to say. The ‘L’ that once said would change their lives for better or worse. So for now it was left unsaid, but clearly felt.

Her hands moved up to cup Lestat’s face before snaking around his neck to hold him as tightly as she had fantasized every night they were apart. Their kiss continued even as Harley’s lungs burned for air. She didn’t want to breathe when she could be tasting Lestat instead.

Eventually though she did need to refill her lungs so she reluctantly leaned back, just enough to catch her breath while brushing her nose against Lestat’s. “I missed you.” She whispered against his lips with another soft peck.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

[hellhaeths]

the be honest meme.   aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.

What would prevent you from following someone?

Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

What current rp trend do you hate?

How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why? 

Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

What’s your opinion on call out posts? 

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

How has rp changed you personally?

If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why? 

Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?

Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

What would make you block someone?

Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

How do you feel about vague posting? 

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?

What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain? 

Have you ever experienced discrimination? 

How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

[gothamsjestersiren]

(cont) "Pesky racoons , everyone is a critic nowadays" Lestat huffed dramatically waving Lucy goodbye as came time to meet the adults. "Bonsoir mama-" a cheek to cheek kiss to Sharon and a little box presented to her. "Sister-" another cheek to cheek kiss and a box for Delia as well, matching watches .

"Harleen speaks so highly of you both, it would have been Cartier but alas as my beloved stated Gotham is not the sort of place to flaunt wealth. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintances and please I would adore it if you could both honour us and join us for dinner at the four seasons and after dinner drinks at our Cherry Hill apartment, it is still a little messy so please do not judge." Lestat tried to work his charm and sat on the couch.

"No thank you, I am watching my calories." He refused a piece of cake as vampires could not eat them. "It looks delicious but a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips and your daughter would leave me the moment I lost my looks I fret" he jested and prepared himself to be whacked with a pillow or something. "All she ever says is how handsome I am. I know my worth is tied to my looks for her" he continued and put his arm around Harley.

"I must admit I invite you to dinner as I intent to wed your daughter. Eloping to Paris. This is the ring she got me after my proposal left much to be desired ...apparently" and he flaunted his engagement ring.

@bratxprincexlestat

Sharon and Delia wore matching surprised looks on their faces. Not only was Harley’s supposed rockstar boyfriend real but he was respectful. And French.

They took the boxes and cheek touches with soft ‘thank you’s and shocked smiles. “It’s.. Very nice to meet you. Harley has told us so much about you.” None of it was believed of course. But at least Lestat was a real person.

Sharon snapped out of her confusion and offered Lestat a slice of cake. When he didn’t take it she sat down with the plate resting on her lap, unsure if she would be able to walk it back to the kitchen.

Delia’s gaze shifted from Harley to Lestat then back again. “My god.. You.. Live in Gotham? Together?”

“Uh-huh. Les got us a sweet little apartment in one of the new Cherry Hill buildings. It’s perfect.” There was nothing little about the apartment, but with their love filling every room it always felt cozy to Harley. She could even be happy living in a tent if she was with Lestat.

Had she ever said anything nice about her family? She went on and on about Lucy’s virtues but her family rarely had anything good said about them. Harley thought it sweet that Lestat would tell that little white lie to keep the peace. And Harleen sounded so formal when she was used to sweet pet names. Of course if he tried to bring out the French her family would be even more confused than she was when they first met.

Harley snuggled close to Lestat and nodded as if she was completely serious although she wanted to burst into laughter. “If I’m gonna have a trophy husband then he’s gotta look his best. The second Les gets wrinkly he’s tossed to the curb.” The fact that Lestat had gone over two hundred years without a single gray hair spoke to how long their relationship would last in Harley’s eyes. If the only reason for them to break up was Lestat’s diminished looks then they’d be together forever.

This time she did laugh as she patted his leg. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be wooed. And after I fu-er.. Screwed it up the first time I had to do it better.”

“Wait you want to what? Are you sure.. That’s a good idea?” Sharon’s voice grew quiet. “Does he know about.. J?”

Harley rolled her eyes with a smile. “Ya mean Joker? Yeah ma, he knows all ‘bout that. We met ‘cause I was tryin’ to steal his ring and I took him hostage.” She looked to Lestat and smiled. “Kinda got stuck to each other since then.” Stuck might have been too light of a word. Harley felt as though she wouldn’t be able to live without Lestat.

[gothamsjestersiren]

//Good morning everybody!

[gothamsjestersiren]

//Alrighty folks I’m off. Goodnight all!

[sarcasmpersonified181]

@gothamsjestersiren continued from here

Bruce had been out of town for a couple days, he can’t even remember what the lie he told was. He finds when he tell people ‘rich people things’ it leads to less questions and means he has to remember less details so that it’s easier to bullshit later. The reality of his little trip was to investigate a few possible new mentors for a number of skills he wouldn’t be able to hone within the confines of Gotham.

He should feel a sense of relief that he’d managed to chart a route that would see him train at the feet of some true masters of their crafts. But it would take years, no less than seven if he was lucky. A year ago that wouldn’t have dissuaded him. But a year ago he wasn’t head over heels in love.

He put that to the back of his mind upon his return to Gotham U. That thought was easier to keep at bay when he entered Harley’s room. He’d expected to find maybe her and her roomie studying. What he hasn’t expected was her alone, moaning his name and playing with herself. She really needs to learn to lock her door. A task he did himself before moving to her. “Clearly.” He teased before returning the kiss back down to her. Fingers pressed a little more to her core, digits toying with her clit in slow torturous motions. “Mm what kind of boyfriend would I be if I said no?”

[gothamsjestersiren]

“The kinda boyfriend that likes to make me suffer. Or the kinda that likes to watch.” Harley whispered against Bruce’s lips before a gasp pulled more air into her lungs as her back arched off of the bed.

Bruce always felt better than her own fingers. Maybe because she couldn’t anticipate what came next. Harley didn’t have to think about what pleasure filled touch she would experience. She only had to let it happen.

“I’ve got the room… The rest of the night.” Harley moaned between ragged breaths as she squirmed on his fingers. “Didn’t know when you’d be back. Thought I’d spend all night missin’ ya.” Her lips met his in quick, repeated kisses while her hand that wasn’t wrapped around his wrist moved to Bruce’s belt. “Got some time to stick around?”

[gothamsjestersiren]

He sung to her from the stage on all fours and when instead of her usual of screaming in his face, which she was prone to do, she kissed him with tongue he so casually slipped off the stage to her, with the cloud gift it was as easy as sliding through the air to be in front of her, to lift her in his arms and the guitar solo to cover the absense of his vocals went on....and on....and on... Lestat's hand slipped under her top and bra, to feel her breast inflamed him, and in such tight trousers the effect of such inflammation was even more obviously pressing against her. Lestat? From the stage his guitarist poked his head to try and get his attention, no the vampire was busy even when the crowd tried to touch him, caress him, Someone groped his butt and he was about to hiss when Harley's grin assured him it was all her.

@bratxprincexlestat

Every night Harley told herself she wouldn’t scream. Lestat would crawl towards her and she would smirk and wink, but no screaming. She was above that. She was better than that. But then Lestat crawled and she lost all composure.

So far she had screamed and sent a mental apology to Lestat every time.

But this time it definitely would be different. This time she apologized before she went in for a kiss. A horribly stupid thing to do when the rest of the people around her wanted to do the same thing. But she felt herself do it before she could think clearly enough to stop.

As Lestat floated to her Harley wrapped her one arm around his neck and the other around his chest. The music of the band, the flashing lights, the feeling of the people pressing in on them, it all disappeared until Harley could only feel and see Lestat.

As his hand slid under her bra to fondle her breast Harley’s hand slid down to do the same to his tightly clad ass.

When their kiss broke and Lestat opened his mouth to hiss Harley smirked and pulled him closer by the hand on his ass, grinding against his lap with a quick kiss to his neck. “Just me sugar fangs. Needed a kiss more than I needed to keep my cool.”