atropine aphrodite.

if life's a joke, then i'm dying laughing.

[quinzotic]

i have like 80 faceclaims anyways, what’s stopping me from using victoria pedretti as well ? nothing

[quinzotic]

brutlist​.

     "     —     𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 . okay , i’ll say it . that’s actually pretty cool , @quinzotic​ .     “ 

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       ❝   ’n  i  could  teach  ya  how  i  did  it  once  y’give  up  the  you - know - what.   ❞

[quinzotic]

hi ^_^

[dcladies]

Harley Quinn #15 variant cover by Kamome Shirahama

[quinzotic]

       ❝   hope  you’re  not  ticklish.   ❞      the  needle  opens  path  for  its  full  keen  length,  properly  distanced  from  the  aperture.  her  spirit  somewhat  muted,  disappointed  the  sword  had  barely  slit  the  surface  of  her  back—  a  deeper  cut  meant  an  opportunity  for  quinn  to  show  off  her  dusted  medical  skills  as  stitching  muscle  was  the  tiniest  bit  more  complicated  &  impressive,  but  she  will  take  what  fate  nudged  her  way:  the  gift  of  mending  royal  skin.  &  if  she’s  lucky  (  why,  good  luck  overwhelms  her  quite  frequently  )  she  might  get  a  small  reward  for  such  altruistic  actions.  she  stops  mid  process.      ❝   might  wanna  take  the  sparklers  off  for  this  one,  doll.  they’re  kinda  in  the  way.   ❞

@vairuler​.

[quinzotic]

       she’s  reserved  a  special  chunk  of  her  resentment  for  this  city.  at  least  gotham’s  everlasting  gloom  suited  her  heartbreak,  unlike  manhattan’s  warmth  &  golden  tinge.  a  perfect  sunny  stay  utterly  wrecked  by  dismissal—  another  dream  of  hers  bursted  without  a  glimpse  of  hesitation,  another  time  being  let  down  from  the  top  of  her  expectations.  her  fate  began  looking  as  murky  as  the  smoke  exuding  from  her  mouth.  it  sent  small  pins  to  her  chest,  the  thought  of  failure.      ❝   talk  about  girl  power  ‘n  crap.  one  makes  a  couple  mistakes  &,  suddenly,  she’s  irredeemable.   ❞      she  dropped  the  butt  of  her  cigarette  &  used  her  heel  to  put  if  out.      ❝   ‘too  short  for  modeling’  they  said,  but  they  looked  at  me  like  i  was  hidin’  a  bomb.   ❞      utter  terror  manifested  in  their  eyes,  perhaps  even  pity.  some  would’ve  caught  a  hint  of  mockery  trapped  in  thrown  glances,  but  she  didn’t  need  being  aware  of  such  fact.

@zambesie​.

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brokentoys​.

            DO  NOT  MESS  UP  ANY  OF  MY  STUFF  -  or  i  won’t  EVER  share  any  of  my  cheesecake  again  !

       c’mon,  bestie,  money  comes  easily  for  a  smart  guy  like  yourself.  breakin’  in  is  the  best  my  primitive  mind  knows,  cut  me  some  slack,  hm ?  what  about  ice  cream  thursdays,  can  we  keep  those,  at  least ?

[quinzotic]

brokentoys​.

            both  your  existence,  &  denial  does  confirm  my  statement.

       hey,  eddie,  what’s  stinky  &  badly  decorated  &  yours  &  being  looted  as  we  speak ?

[quinzotic]

        ❝   no.  nope.  negative.  never.  gosh,  most  certainly  not.  th’  hell  even  is  this ?!  ❞      &  she  continues  the  process  she’d  been  exercising  for  the  last  fifteen  minutes,  tossing  the  garment  over  her  shoulders,  onto  the  pile  of  costumes  bulking  in  the  corner,  rejected  by  her  very  queer  taste.  she  captures  his  presence  before  being  able  to  pluck  another  piece  from  the  wooden  chest,  her  disgust  quickly  shifting  into  surprise,  then  a  toothy  beam.      ❝   hi - hi !  could  swear  this  joint  was  empty,  didn’t  hear  ya  at  all.   ❞      &  continues,  &  continues,  carefree  yet  not  oblivious  to  the  weight  just  put  in  the  room’s  air.  her  attention  remains  in  its  quest  within  wooden  walls.      ❝   i’m  in  the  play,  actually.  not  thee  play…  but  the  other  one,  about  this  girl  that’s  had  it  &  goes  into  the  city  to  defy  all  expectations  put  on  her,  determined  to  do  what  she  does  best:   ❞

       hands  quit  their  rummaging  as  her  pleasure  grew  genuine.  from  the  chest  she  retrieves  exactly  what  had  been  on  her  compulsive  mind  the  entire  journey  until  now.  not  quite  similar  to  hers:  this  one  was  puffier  on  the  sleeves,  sewed  with  a  horrible  mustard  yellow  &  four  extensions  on  the  cowl  instead  of  only  two.  might  as  well  see  it  as  a  drastic  change  as  consequence  of  mania.  anything  to  avoid  the  loathsome  consequences  of  misplaced  feelings.  the  smile  gets  wider.      ❝   hitting  malls  up.   ❞

@wthwolves​.

[deviika]

Mary Oliver

[quinzotic]

      many  things  can  do  a  complete  bottle  of  whisky  to  your  body  before  chronically  shutting  down  each  of  its  functions.  the  kidney  failure,  the  brain  damage,  the  absolute  agony  that  comes  with  dehydration.  the  enhancement  of  your  sense  of  humor,  the  comforting  feeling  of  leaving  burdening  thoughts  behind  as  each  sip  (  gulp  )  drags  you  by  the  ear  far,  far  away  from  them,  along  red - hot  sand.  

       this  is  her  third  bottle  —  but  don’t  fret.  not  for  her.  her  ability  to  shatter  toxins  surpasses  that  of  a  regular  being  &  she’s  horribly  aware  of  this.  practical  for  the  job,  maddening  whenever  misery  prevails.      ❝   really,  ozzy,  never  become  a  dad.  your  coolness  level  will  automatically  decrease  ’n  you’ll  turn  into  a  horrible,  ugly  person,  inside  out.   ❞

@mountebcnk​.

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jpendragons​.

“    hah    …    i    suggest    you    stop    fooling    around,    now.    ”    small    tufts    of    feathers    pop    up    on    his    arm,    ᵒⁿᶜᵉ    ʰᵃⁿᵈ    ⁿᵒʷ    ᶜˡᵃʷ    trembling,    he’s    trying    to    hold    himself    together.   “    out    of    the    kindness    of    my    (    𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠    𝙤𝙛    𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩    ),    i    forgive    you.    let’s    leave    it    at    that,    hm    ?    ”

@quinzotic​    ——     call.

       ridicule  usually  follows  after  such  spineless  threat,  but  shock  clogged  her  gullet  &  widened  her  eyes  to  lend  her  a  better  view.      ❝    holy  crap.    ❞      seeped  out  in  a  silent  whisper,  &  her  nonexistent  tail  twitched  &  the  sun  flickered  against  her  fangs.  hungry,  thrilled.      ❝   howd’ja  do  that ?!   ❞      she  demanded.      ❝   i  love  magic !   ❞      a  sense  of  familiarity  overcame  her;  odd  &  quirky  always  a  magnet  to  her  passion.  she  took  a  few  steps  back,  enough  to  give  room  to  her  dramatics.      ❝   i’m  a  harlequin,  see ?  —  ’n  i  can  do  this:   ❞      using  both  index  fingers,  she  makes  the  bells  dangling  from  her  cowl  jingle.

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zaunted​.

    ❛    she ain’t try hard ENOUGH. always bein` over protective an` never listening to me. lettin` me DO anything t` help out. stubborn as all hell.   ❜

       ❝    ooh,  that’s  the  worst.    ❞      she  scribbles  something  down.      ❝   what  kind’a  stuff  she  said  she  was  protectin’  you  from ?   ❞

[quinzotic]

babydxhl.

@quinzotic liked x for a starter.

“I know a guy–” Mary pulled herself upright from where she’d been sunk into the couch cushions, setting her glass down on the coffee table as she did. “I’m telling you, they shell out big for these ’boo-hoo, I’ve learned my lesson’ interviews. Swear to God.”

“Easy couple million. Throw in a few never-before-seen photos, and he’ll get you and extra 500 grand. And all you gotta do is cry on camera for twenty minutes. Go do whatever after it airs, they don’t give a fuck.”

       ❝   gosh,  ‘slong  as  i  can  keep  the  dough  even  if  the  audience  don’t  drink  it.   ❞      the  mist  of  her  simmering  worries  leaks  through  a  bitten  lip.  the  picture,  flawlessly  traced  in  her  mind:  her  at  the  center,  dressed  in  a  cone  of  shame,  oozing  tears  &  snot—  publicly  humiliated  over  zero  prizes.  her  worst  look,  an  exposed  layer  of  her  soul,  in  exchange  of  nothing  but  a  few  laughs.  awareness  strikes  her  almost  instantly,  so  she  elaborates  before  smearing  her  reputation  further,  even  in  private   (  she  might  be  wired,  you  can  never  know  ).      ❝   whiccchhhhh  doesn’t  mean  i  don’t  mean  it.  th’  cash’d  be  only  a  li’l  extra.  after  all,  i’m  laid  off.   ❞      she  shifts  on  the  couch  with  her  most  dignified  pose,  never  bore  a  straighter  back  before;      ❝  only  care  about  my  redemption  arc  ’n  forgiveness  ’n  doing  what’s  right  &  steerin’  my  life  on  the  right  lane.  ❞      she  means  it.  she’s  sure  she  means  it.  that’s  what  integrity  tastes  like:  copper  under  the  tongue.      ❝   really,  truly !   ❞      really,  really,  really.  really.

        ❝  i’m  glad  i  brought  my  application  pics,  i  need’cher  help  picking  one  out.  once  people  see  i’m  not  bad  they’ll  start  wantin’  to  hire  me  again.  i’m  thinkin’  arkham…  kidding,  kidding !   ❞

[quinzotic]

       enabling  her  a  stay  in  your  routine  suggests  permission  for  her  arms  to  never  let  go.  they  will  swathe  around  you—  your  own  arms,  your  torso,  your  ankles  when  trying  to  flee.  her  hands  will  rummage  beneath  your  shirt,  looking  to  soothe  swelling  from  stress.  it  means  permission  for  her  lips  to  devour  your  solitude  &  flash  you  a  toothy  grin  tinged  by  its  guts.  as  well  as  planting  delicate  kisses  on  the  back  of  your  gloved  hand.      ❝   don’t  forget,  honey:  no  kids.   ❞      &   it   means   you   must   enjoy   it.

@killsfirst.

[jamjoob]

Short hair harls

[quinzotic]

i’m a method harley writer in the sense that i’m insane & way too caffeinated for my own good