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AT UNI UNTIL THE 8TH OF APRIL.  READ THE RULES BEFORE INTERACTING. SEMI-SELECTIVE HARLEY QUINN.

[harleyquiinisms]

I have a meeting in about half an hour for a group presentation and then my boyfriend is gonna be here till like 6 whilst he is at this talk so my activity is gonna be a bit splattered around. Same for tomorrow as i have a long editing session to go! Nearly finished my final year thank God

[thepillboxrevolver-blog]

She Knows Me

Joker had put on his war paint, making the otherwise grim man a fearsome maniac; with a past anyone would lock away. But, now that he was home Joker shed his coat and unbuttoned the top two buttons as he loosened his tie. With a sighed groan Joker went to the cabinet beside the fridge and got himself the decanter of whiskey and a glass before he sat down on the couch. It had not been a very good day. Shipment confiscated, flat tire, rain and then a botched intimidation game that might still have potential. Pouring himself a large glass of his whiskey he removed the colt pistol on his hip holster and lay it in his lap. Then, and only then, did he speak. “The police confiscated my shipment.” His voice was husky and tired, hair slightly wet from the rain he swooped it back with one of his hands. After a drink of his whiskey and a moment of silence he added: “Pirelli might not work out.” with a scoff and shake of his head. He did not feel very productive in his plan of turning Gotham into his city.

@harleyquiinisms

[harleyquiinisms]

Harley walked into the kitchen, taking a seat opposite him, blue eyes upon his own. “You’ll get there Puddin’..” Harley stated simply, leaning back in the seat, a smirk upon her face. “Batsy won’t know what hit him, you’ll see.. you’re far more clever than he is” Harley took hold of his glass, taking a sip of whiskey for herself. “We’re the Royals of this city, anyone who defies us ends up..well..dead” 

[thepillboxrevolver-blog]

“Do not EVER take a drink from my whiskey again.” Joker responded sharply, “I’m the maniac Messiah, you are my most devoted follower.” he defined their status and then stood up for his seat and made his way to the dinning room which he currently had made up into an operations intel headquarters. There were folders and files and maps and blueprints and fake IDs and pictures of targets. It was there that he paced, sipping his whiskey every sixth pace. “Your purpose is to worship and entertain me.”

[harleyquiinisms]

“You made me” Harley explained a frown on her face as she followed him. “What are your next plans?” She asked standing behind him, arms folded across her chest. “I feel like shooting something”

[memesandthings]

DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS: PT2.

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”

[thepillboxrevolver-blog]

She Knows Me

Joker had put on his war paint, making the otherwise grim man a fearsome maniac; with a past anyone would lock away. But, now that he was home Joker shed his coat and unbuttoned the top two buttons as he loosened his tie. With a sighed groan Joker went to the cabinet beside the fridge and got himself the decanter of whiskey and a glass before he sat down on the couch. It had not been a very good day. Shipment confiscated, flat tire, rain and then a botched intimidation game that might still have potential. Pouring himself a large glass of his whiskey he removed the colt pistol on his hip holster and lay it in his lap. Then, and only then, did he speak. “The police confiscated my shipment.” His voice was husky and tired, hair slightly wet from the rain he swooped it back with one of his hands. After a drink of his whiskey and a moment of silence he added: “Pirelli might not work out.” with a scoff and shake of his head. He did not feel very productive in his plan of turning Gotham into his city.

@harleyquiinisms

[harleyquiinisms]

Harley walked into the kitchen, taking a seat opposite him, blue eyes upon his own. “You’ll get there Puddin’..” Harley stated simply, leaning back in the seat, a smirk upon her face. “Batsy won’t know what hit him, you’ll see.. you’re far more clever than he is” Harley took hold of his glass, taking a sip of whiskey for herself. “We’re the Royals of this city, anyone who defies us ends up..well..dead” 

[moveslikejoker-blog]

[missquinzels]

[moveslikejoker-blog]

missquinzels:

“I swear I’m not bossy in any other aspect of my life - it’s just on set.”

[harleyquiinisms]

i will return here i miss harls

[harleyquiinisms]

Sorry I haven't been here I have lost the muse for Harls

[harleyquiinisms]

@insultinginjuries

Harley wondered through the warehouse, it seemed to be the usual meeting though this time there was a hostage. Heels clicked upon the floor, bubblegum in her mouth. “What we got this time Mistah J?” Harley questioned, her voice seemed to make the others freeze, her reputation was just as bad as the Joker she was far more dangerous and even slightly crazier than he was.

[insultinginjuries-deactivated20]

    “ You’re late.” Jack stated, his eyes narrowed slightly at the blonde. For a minute it seemed as if he would start to chastise her here in front of everyone. He has before with little regard to her dignity. “ Wish you could’ve met our new friend!” The clown exclaimed, the matter of her tardiness seemingly forgotten. Blood stained hands gestured to an even bloodier man. Despite the mess it was hard to miss that signature blue uniform. A heavy rise and fall of his chest was the only thing to indicate that the poor guy was still alive. “ I think he’s all tired out now but we had loads of fun. It was a scream,” he paused and waited for laughter that never came. “ That was a joke.” A chorus of ( obviously fake ) laughter exploded then which only served as further insult.

[harleyquiinisms]

“I got caught up.. no biggie” Harley responded simply her eyes upon the Joker then to the victim. She had missed play time her favourite part. She walked over towards the victim, lifting his head back just so she could see his face. He seemed to mutter, though Harley could barely hear him. “I’m sorry what was that?” Harley asked, though she still wasn’t able to hear a word the poor guy was saying. “You’re.. all.. crazy” The victim mustered up the voice to croak to Harley “You’re lucky Mistah J was the one to put knives into you. If it were me.. well let’s just say you’re lucky” Harley stated with a small smirk.

[insultinginjuries-deactivated20]

    “ W-wait until Batman gets here.” The officer said, his words heavily coated with pain and anger. “ ‘ W-wait until Batman gets here’,” Jack mocked in a comically high voice, followed by a perturbing laugh. “ That’s the point. Y’don’t think we just go around slicin’ up cops for fun, do you?” he seemed to contemplate this, then added, “ Though it is pretty fun….” The mad man winked, as if telling a joke that only the two of them knew the punchline to. Jack turned to face the harlequin girl, tongue snaking quickly over his lips, which formed into a widespread grin. “ Night’s still young, Doll, and we have a lot to do. I’m sure there’s something that’ll keep you busy. Maybe you can talk to him.” He suggested flippantly. Right now Jack didn’t need Harley, couldn’t use her and, so, she suddenly became a whole lot less interesting. 

[harleyquiinisms]

Harley looked towards Jack, she just had to run into some trouble that made her late, she missed all of the fun. “Talk to him?” She questioned, frown on her face. “Last time I spoke to batman he tried to take me back to Arkham!” Harley explained, leaning upon the chair by their poor victim. He still tried to talk, which was quite clearly making Harley angry. She took hold of the duct tape that was upon the table, ripping some off she forced it around his mouth to make him shut up. “That’s better” Harley sighed with relief, “So what’s the plan then Mistah J? Or are we just going to improvise?” 

[harleyquiinisms]

@insultinginjuries

Harley wondered through the warehouse, it seemed to be the usual meeting though this time there was a hostage. Heels clicked upon the floor, bubblegum in her mouth. “What we got this time Mistah J?” Harley questioned, her voice seemed to make the others freeze, her reputation was just as bad as the Joker she was far more dangerous and even slightly crazier than he was.

[insultinginjuries-deactivated20]

    “ You’re late.” Jack stated, his eyes narrowed slightly at the blonde. For a minute it seemed as if he would start to chastise her here in front of everyone. He has before with little regard to her dignity. “ Wish you could’ve met our new friend!” The clown exclaimed, the matter of her tardiness seemingly forgotten. Blood stained hands gestured to an even bloodier man. Despite the mess it was hard to miss that signature blue uniform. A heavy rise and fall of his chest was the only thing to indicate that the poor guy was still alive. “ I think he’s all tired out now but we had loads of fun. It was a scream,” he paused and waited for laughter that never came. “ That was a joke.” A chorus of ( obviously fake ) laughter exploded then which only served as further insult.

[harleyquiinisms]

"I got caught up.. no biggie" Harley responded simply her eyes upon the Joker then to the victim. She had missed play time her favourite part. She walked over towards the victim, lifting his head back just so she could see his face. He seemed to mutter, though Harley could barely hear him. "I'm sorry what was that?" Harley asked, though she still wasn't able to hear a word the poor guy was saying. "You're.. all.. crazy" The victim mustered up the voice to croak to Harley "You're lucky Mistah J was the one to put knives into you. If it were me.. well let's just say you're lucky" Harley stated with a small smirk.

[harleyquiinisms]

@insultinginjuries Harley wondered through the warehouse, it seemed to be the usual meeting though this time there was a hostage. Heels clicked upon the floor, bubblegum in her mouth. "What we got this time Mistah J?" Harley questioned, her voice seemed to make the others freeze, her reputation was just as bad as the Joker she was far more dangerous and even slightly crazier than he was.

[chaoticjoke]

He was about to brief her about how everything was going to play out. To inform her about possible escape routes. But no. Harley had to say that last word. The corners of the red painted mouth went downwards as he heard the ODIOUS nickname. The Joker instantly grabbed her wrist and squeezed, making sure it would leave bruises. His voice dropped several octaves as he hissed venomously.

“Don’t ya EVER call me that again.”

[harleyquiinisms]

She knew she made a mistake, she hissed slightly as he gripped onto her wrist, she knew that would definitely leave bruises, she could already feel them coming up. Harley looked toward the Joker and gave a nod of her head, “Alright Mistah J” She responded, rather timidly. Her eyes went back toward the man in disguise, “What we doing about the disguised man over there?” She asked wanting to change subject, wanting his hand off her now bruised wrist. 

[harleyquiinisms]

I want to get back to this blog, I miss Harls.. uni is hectic at the moment as I’m working/researching on my Final Major Project and shizz so I’ll be very scattered

[harleyquiinisms]

@chaoticjoke

Harley sat within the club the music loud and deafening to her ears. It was one of those rare nights where the ‘queen of gotham’ wasn’t on the stage where she was allowed to get the night off. She held a martini in her hand sat by the king of gotham himself, the joker - or as she called him ‘puddin’’. She saw a familiar person walk in she tapped him upon the shoulder “He’s from arkham” Harley commented to the joker her head tilting to the newcomer that just walked in, clearly in disguise. They always tried to put the couple back into the asylum, “Batsy is probably not too far behind” Harley made the connection, a small smile upon her features as she sipped her alcoholic drink.

[chaoticjoke]

What a waste of an evening. The Joker was so bored he could start a phylosophic conversation with a half-empty glass of Scotch that he was holding in his purple-gloved hand. Only the glass wouldn’t probably hear him over that loud and annoying crap some people called music. He had an urge to shoot at all the loudspeakers in the club and kill the DJ altogether. The Clown Prince of Crime was seriously concidering this option when he felt Harley’s fingers on his shoulder.

“Ya sure ?” Well, things were finally getting interesting today. Of course, if Harley wasn’t mistaken. Well, if she wasn’t and Batman was about to come out and play, the Joker was always genuinely happy to see his incorruptible arch-nemesis. Then again, wasn’t that too lowkey for the Bat to team up with some irrelevant orderly or shrink or whatever that costumed idiot was?  

Finishing his drink in one gulp, the Joker casually licked his lips and solemnly announced (he practically yelled this though nobody would hear him except Harley. Well, her and the now empty glass of Scotch. Maybe.)

“Then let’s give ‘em a proper WELCOME, shall we? ”

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Harley gave a grin, a cynical grin. “I think we should.” she stated a small laugh passing her lips as she finished her own drink, the temptation to turn all of the music off, just so she was able to get the man’s attention, not to mention the music also killed her ears. “Do you want to do the honours puddin?” 

[harleyquiinisms]

So I’m home but I feel really really tired replies won’t be until tomorrow probably

[harleyquiinisms]

I'm in holiday at the moment and i have replies that I owe I will get to them this Friday evening when I'm back properly and can get to my laptop. In the mean time feel free to send in asks!

[harleyquiinisms]

i’m having a really bad day