#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. )

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“   Everything I want to do is illegal. ”

her apartment hadn't been set up for guests as it looked like a tornado had spat out clothes, paintings, and children's toys. all of which littered and filled up any available space. though the couch was roomy enough. and the patio door was left wide open to allow the hot breeze to cool off the complex. she'd blame it on the air conditioner not working, but truthfully she just didn't pay her bills yet.

a boisterous remark sounds from the spitting image of Harley's youngest, " mama - what does illegal mean ?? " she sets her big round baby blues on arthur, wiping her head to stare, but her mother just chuckles. at the curiosity of a six year old. placing a plastic chew toy that faintly smells after being bitten into several times over and telling her daughter to go get Buddy. she races out of the room to go find the deported hyena. yelling his name when she was out of sight. she had been accustomed to pets while she was just a baby - even the more exotic one's. they were as much Lucy's as they were Harley's. Though they seemed to favor Lucy after she was born.

" she's very smart. " she started in. brushing back her long disheveled blonde mess of hair behind her ears and eying the small hyena that entered the room. becoming hyper fixed at the wolf dog at Arthur's heels. sniffing and wagging his tail in greeting. though his only companion having been just humans thus far, " she gets that kinda special attention at school. . . though I been pushin' for a tutor. someone that could keep up with her. . . " she paused. searching and when she found it she said so, " talents. She's a few grades above her peers her age. "

she turned to frowning. her eyes looking all kinds of tired and scared and sad, overthinking before saying, " a doc told us she got some PTSD. from her father. still in her crib when a thug down 5th found out where Jack lived. left bullet holes in the ceilin'. she didn't get hurt, but doc said she'd need therapy. "

Abruptly her fingers started shaking and her hands came up to wipe away tears in her eyes as they stained her cheeks and rolled down in black mascara, " I ain't sure about it yet, but I'm thinkin' o' sendin' her to my sister's for awhile. think she'd be safer in a better place. it ain't right keepin' her here. "

she smeared her makeup with the back of her palm before pulling her daughter's attention back to her. though she was rough housing with bud. squealing away as the hyena slobbered into her hand, " go grab the ice cream from the fridge would ya'? the mint kind. In the back. "

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #using your Ask as an excuse for her to have a big talk about sending lucy out #which she will eventually do #also lucy is highly intelligent #but teenager lucy doesnt really apply herself #also they just have bud as a hyena here and theyll get lou later! #bud = buddy and lou = louise #feel free to control bud or lucy for your reply if you want!

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#( my edits. ) #♦️//: mama kissed you right on the snoot. ( bud & lou ) #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #bud is short for buddy and lou for louise and she raised them from babies #though her selfie game is strong and she gets stares when she walks them down the street

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#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #and you know she tells people about that one kiss she had with Batman before she could admit that MAYBE she liked him ALOT more than - #she was letting on but it was her first time loving a hero and not a jerk. #SIGHS LOVINGLY~~

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“   How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice? ”

the light splatter of rain splitting down from the skies could be heard battling against the curved roof of the cafe's exterior. interior - dressed perfectly to sustain the crippling weather. though harley doubted she'd feel the sun again as it had already been days with cloudy visibly nasty weather. it has been awhile since she sat across from Arthur with her ordered caffeine. sugaring down two extra packets into her cold drink - sprinkling in the sugar. caribou had always been the more local hotspot for a quick stop.

the cool iced latte sat in her pink and blue chipped nails. she pulled the straw towards her mouth before taking a drink and feeling the coffee slide down past her teeth and tongue. she didn't exactly feel like she'd need another chance at getting a nice drink elsewhere. coffee being her main sense of energy those days.

" speaking from experience, " she turned her hands over across her hair. adjusting the blonde strands and pulling out her buns. not quite liking the way the cold vents drained down on her. chilling up and down her spine. pulling back the plastic recycled drink and adjusting her long red sleeves past her wrists. sliding them up to her fingers, " your first major job always ends up being the unethical choice. " fingers brushed through the ends of recently dyed blonde locks. though her roots were missed. revealing brown roots.

" though I ain't no expert on becoming a role model on a whim. " she tilted her head and her eyes lit up as she found the page she was looking for on her small Mac. beaming like a little kid eating sweets, or popcorn, or cotton candy. something sugary and redefined. like a sweet toothed smile. she hovered above the lit screen. her fingers tapping away before she gasped and nodded, " that's the guy! " she spit out a bit too loudly. catching the attention of a certain caribou customer who missed it the first time when they yelled out, ' Carla ! ' her monotone stare somewhat posed into awful scrutiny. though her son caught her sleeve and pointed out the barista holding a iced tea. turning her back and quickly deciding attention elsewhere.

" that's him alright. " she said again. her voice less pitched and mellowed as she spun the laptop around and pushed it towards arthur. Palms faced up. her smile pulled up out of determination and a reminder that it was much more easier to find people on facebook from ten years ago than she once assumed, " that's my ex. the one that broke up with me at some upscale restaurant on my birthday. " she spoke proudly enough that she had found him, but there was a bitter tone when she described her breakup. her eyes rolling as she added, " and he couldn't be bothered ta' pay 'em either. couldn't afford it. left me with the check n' a box of leftovers. "

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #imagine that this was one of her less exciting exes but enough for her to want to key his car? and maybe encourage arthur to join her when - #she does it? #also harley sometimes doesnt really realize how obnoxious or loud shes being in public #she retains a sortve “ goofy cartoony ” persona and it RADIATES

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Roleplay history;

the rules are simple! post characters you'd like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can't think of ten just tag how many people you can and tag that number of people. )

Current Muses.

harley quinn. DC comics & original lore.

wonder woman. DC comics & headcanon based.

lucy Quinzel. DC comics & original lore.

and too many more! check out hubmuses for the list.

Want To Write.

lady deadpool / Wanda Wilson. ( TBH her blog is being set up. ) Marvel comics.

gwen stacy. ( Tbh she has a soft spot in my heart since she was my first ever real RP account back in 2012. Her old blog I lost the password to but it's @gwenolater she operates more as an OC and the original Gwen that died by green goblin. ) Marvel comics.

enchantress. DC comics.

punchline. another partner in crime to the joker?? but I know barely anything. >°> DC comics.

Have Written.

a few OCS.

Rikku from FFX and ffx-2.

moxxie. borderlands.

Gwen Stacy. marvel comics.

Disney princesses/princes.

lady Deadpool. she was like a test muse awhile back.

Would Write Again.

Gwen Stacy.

& moxxie.

tagged by; stole it!

tagging; @jokethur , @banschivs , @chaoticjoke , @brokentoys , @whyscserious , @ecopoison , & whoever else is interested! feel free to tag me!

#♦️//: dashgame. what is this italian? #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #really want so many more comic characters nowww

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I've had maybe less then ten sips of this four Loko and I'm feeling . . .

fine.

#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #def on to try and write tonight. #im just surprised by myself #i haven't drank alcohol besides wine for five months now. #💪

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you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

she observed his response with as much thought as she would count her own willingness to want to share what little she could. thinking it better to lie about what has really happened to get her where she was that night. pulling away from the child sized girl that hid behind her. matching blonde hair. green eyes popping up to look at arthur between tears that streamed down her face. it was hard enough to bring herself to mention why her daughter was there with her only that she bounced the thought between where to bring her. her eyes staring at the front door step that she brought Lucille Quinzel to. keeping up habitual dilemmas of where else she could bring them too. having never properly introduced the two.

" she's - " harley started in. her words cutting off at the sounds of her youngest shaking her hands back and forth with a small sheepish start, " I wouldn't lie about this , but - "

" mommy ! " Lucille started after sometime. pulling up on her parent's sleeve and staring with bulbous eyes that looked a little less sad, but still shaken up. peeling off her hands to stuff then into her pockets and empty a small wrapped chocolate one that she passed over to her daughter.

" we aint got nothin' , but trouble . . . " blue hues went back to looking over at @jokethur . her voice hushed in the night. people that preferred the dark walked along the streets even as it was half past midnight. Gotham had a way of pulling out all kinds of inhabitants out at all hours , " falcone is after us. my place ain't safe tonight. " not sure where else to turn to when all she had was hitman on her back , but with a kid in tow it made living out much more harder. her apartment has already been tracked.

" more chocolate ! " Lucille persisted. wiping her face with her long pink sleeves , scooting a little closer to peer more at arthur , though very shyly.

". sure thing , lucy. " mother reaching to pry through a rather large bag. riffling through it's containments. lipstick, candies, and a revolver. smiling as she found her candy stash. handing the sweets over to her , ". she's my daughter. I couldn't just let them find us , ya know ? " lucy gasped as she examined the bag of treasured chocolates.

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #so this is the same lucy as my account for her over at ( damagedrot ) #just when she was much younger #figured that way i can play around with her timeline a bit #also since i cant really imagine her father figure being the joker for context hes a ~mystery~ and goes by the name Jack #ill give more details on thst if arthur asks but Jack's alot like the comic version of the joker without actually BEING the joker #or maybe hes not even part of the picture anymore #it'll have to write itself out? haha! #jack = jack napier ( who the comic joker is referred to i think ? ) #also i picture them here showing up at Arthur's front doorstep #i dont know how old arthur/nix's kids would be here since lucy is just a kid especially since she visits arthur later as a teenager but go - #with what feels right #right??

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Is anyone else's drafts not showing all your drafts but only like some of them?

#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #it says i have 18 drafts but its only showing like five #im currently mobile if that means anything #i have icons from ages ago saved there but its not showing them

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Looking back at my 2016 HQ cosplay moment. . .

#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #my face #2016 was lit. #i was 22 here. #ill update later with more recent HQ stuff

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she chewed the inside of her lip when he spoke back. having prepared herself mentally for some form of communication that wouldn't be in her favor. she knew that he wouldn't be easy to get through to, but she felt her heart sink nonetheless. she shouldve learned how to armor her heart like a ticking time bomb, but she wasn't that good at doing that. not when it came to him.

her lips pulled into a pout, " but puddin'-! " she stopped herself as he asked her to grab something. her hands reaching for the bag of all sorts of guns. though she sighed as she did so , " if I'm lost - really am - it's cause I'm stuck on this carnival ride with ya'. " batting her eyelashes as she meant both in partial due to her obsession with him , her feelings and also her anguish. though the carnival ride was only a metaphor. she tried to not let his remark eat through her brain.

she pushed her elbows into the table that @chaoticjoke was working at. shoving her face into her palms and looking over what seemed to grasp his attention more than her. she was silent only for a couple of seconds, " ya' know - we neva' go out anymore. . . N' you just look so ' happy ' polishing your pretty weapons when we could go out . . . maybe ta' a restaurant? " was she inciting a date? most of her life was one big chance at going to the arcade and eating a nice steak with him. though , this also wasn't THE FIRST TIME SHE ASKED. begged even, " some place big and fancy like - like Italian restaurants ! "

( continued. )

#chaoticjoke #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #shes feeling EXTRA whiny today but also affectionate👁️👄👁️💅 #shes also used to him being mean to her by now so she kinda rolls it off her shoulders but it still hurts her feelings #shes just good at burying it.

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you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .

it hit her like a nail pushed into a coffin. the needle lunging in deep enough to keep its living corpse trapped within. she could feel a thought stirring deeply within her noggin'. rustling around with other more important thoughts. those like . . . define black and white ?? . . . what did it matter to him ?? . . . and how'd he guess it so easily??

reading her like an educated tutor telling their student how to do mathematics. she didn't enjoy the thought that what he was doing was digging deeper into the parts of her that lacked color. that crept forwards with an afterthought of feeling left behind. that how she saw the world was exactly like a colorful giraffe on a tight rope. eventually they'd either break the rope , or . . .

" ya' know me. " she chewed out her words. though with slight fascination on how he had figured it all out in the span of a couple words. MASKING QUICKLY BEHIND BLUE EYES THAT LOOKED AWAY, " it's not my fault. " she added. her hands flexed and she pulled out a chewable piece of candy. rolling it in her fingers. feeling the texture of the wax paper settling against her fingers.

" ya' don't know this about me, but my dad used ta' kick me around. " eyes went down. no longer presently there. her mind floating away from her body. pulling up out of daydreams she was somewhere else. listening to looney tunes intros on repeat. as if that old man could still reach her from his stay plugged up in Gotham height's hospital bed, " yea . . . real messed up childhood. ma didn't think ta' leave him then , only when it was her turn ta' look black n' blue. "

she pulled the papers off her piece of caramel before plopping it in her mouth. sticking to candy as one of her main habits of nervousness. not quite stable enough to understand maybe it was a coping skill. settling back in her seat. legs crossed. hands beginning to fidget. keeping up a described version of what anyone wanted out of herself. she let out a nervous chuckle. one that pitched almost to the extreme. only laughing at the memories of her father. kept safely locked behind her eyes. she laughed, and laughed before settling on her next words, " Ahh! Too funny! I haven't laughed like that in awhile. maybe next time I'll tell ya' about this boy I knew. he thought he'd hurt me like my old man. " she wiped tears out of her eyes before continuing, " I knocked out a few o' his teeth. "

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #hey SO I WAS LISTENING TO MUSIC AND THIS ALL JUST SPILLED OUT OF ME.. #to a random HQ playlist... #and wow shes feeling A LOT #Talking about her dad is causing her to dissociate number 1 #number 2 she eats sweets when shes feeling nervous though i headcanon that when she becomes a criminal she drops this habit #number 3 she can tend to laugh when shes talking about things that are dark as a coping skill / when shes feeling nervous or scared or - #any high grade emotion #it kindve adds that “ clown like persona ” to her character #also her dad is still alive but he has to be hooked up to machines in a gotham hospital bed and her mom isnt in the picture #i was thinking of doing something WITH her mother like maybe shes living it up in Miami ir sonewhere but idk her backstory is based off my - #own hc's. #also i want to hug HQ here shes too precious;-; #also i left it up to wherecer on their timeline #this could be before arkham or while shes his therapist or after! #if shes still a therapist to him here id say she wouldve had to do something about the arkham cameras in her office at that point? #otherwise put it on the timeline for wherever you feel the most INSPIRED. :DDD

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❛ jokes with punch lines can be painfully funny. ❜

" if ya' good at jokes. " she smoothed over easily enough. adding five packets of sugar to her caffeinated drink. not quite liking the idea of a plain Jane chai tea. though her foot tapped nervously against the floor. the reminder that JOHNATHON CRANE WAS STILL OUT THERE. She fiddled around with her drink long enough to appear fixated. her mind wrapped around the WHAT IFS.

" he's still out there ya' know. probably slinkin' about Arkham like a manged cat , or - or out in the streets lookin' fer me. " since her last incident confronting Crane led to her kidnapping and downwind exposure to society after being tortured she had become paranoid, " ya'd know if ya had a target on your back right? " she pressed into her drink. not really drinking it but cradling it in her hands nonetheless.

the bulb in the room seemed to flicker in florescents and her eyes went wide at the mixed pattern of light. Shooting her back into her memories. breathing in sharply as her mind tried it's best to project fears into her veins, remembering the time she spent in Crane's care, " it ... It's... " she trailed off before her body threatened to shut down, " what ? " she was hearing words whispering in her ear about that darker night.

#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #( jokethur ) #this ones a bit shorter but shes having flashbacks #shes both vengeful but fearful of crane to an extent due to what happened #which we have yet to write about bdfhgss

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you ask a lot of questions .

Doctor Quinn was getting used to the slow ways that she could hear the clock tick away every single time she heard a moments pause following her patient. he seemed reluctant for their sessions usual questionnaire. asking the same, " how have you been? " , " have you been getting along with the inmates today? " , " taken your medication? " the parts of her job that were stationary and had to be asked due to the job title. though she half suspected that he hated those parts of the day. they were already near ending tonight's session. with only thirty minutes left before she heard it . . .

you ask a lot of questions .

eyes fully circling on her piece of paper. writing and circling things that were rather important with a red pen. her eyebrows quirked and she glanced up, " comes with the territory, I suppose. " she answered honestly. keeping her jaw shut straight after before she could feel her eyes once more flickering to the camera that monitored their sessions without any pause, but she had found a weakness in their faulty material. learning through the grapevine about the security shifts that paid attention to when she operated these sessions. when they took breaks and left the room without eyes to watch into her office. so she spoke quickly, " the security officer just left his post five minutes ago. we have thirty minutes to speak openly. "

the clock ticked away as if unadvised of her plan to finally speak freely to him. though time itself pushed forwards with every second, " I spoke to doctor Crane about the maltreatment they've been subjecting ya' n' countless others too. I plan to bring it to the board members n' the higher-ups next Friday. " she put her pen down and sat her notebook across her lap. leaning forwards in her chair and clicking a heel against the ground, " we're close ta' changin' this place I can feel it. "

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #so i figured out a way so she can speak without seeming like a therapybot you know? #plus this could be a good part of the timeline where she is being set up to get kidnapped from dr crane. #also shes been DYING to tell him about her trying to change whats been happening to him and patients of Arkham #funny enough in a previous thread she didnt want to change arkham she just wanted to work there and now shes done a 180 #like now she wants to advocate for change

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MISSING YOU IN THESE BIG BLUE CELLS.

it was a time spent in Arkham that caused the blonde headed harlequin to consider why she loved a man that wasn't the joker. she had spent a good portion of her time writing his name on the walls , and jotting down things in paperwork. slipping noted to her fellow inmates in why she had began to crush hard on wade wilson. it wasn't for his extreme personality either, but instead for the way he made her feel. she had a time to be alive when she was with him and this was the day she'd recieve her first visit from @69pool . she had collected her favorite accessories.

things she fashioned out of tools and trinkets shared between cell mates. numerous things that she stole and borrowed. a silk pressed ribbon from ivy and a black laced choker from the riddler. she kept her possessions and even decided to doll herself up as soon as she found herself being visited by the masked vigilante.

" hey honey ! " she began , " looks like they want ta' keep me here for awhile. " her sad eyes looked big and blue and smeared in makeup , " I just need a little time ta' adjust , ya' know ?? " ( she breathed heavily. )

#♦️//: th: missing you in these big blue cells. #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #shes a keeper aint she? #i picture them JUST frwgly starting dating since she always-- #gets super attached to people really wuickly.

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my edit.

#♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #♦️//: fc / bc. a jesters face only mama would love. #fc #bc #♦️//: hc. #hc #these were her othee jobs before becoming a psychiatrist at Arkham. #on the left she worked during the summer as a waitress when she was young and on the right--- #sge was a secretary for a office job

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how do you best like to be loved?

touch me with tender truth

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

tagged by\\ @jokethur

tagging\\ @brokentoys , @memorao , @agentwhatevs , @batfall , @arksylum , & you !!

#♦️//: dash games. where is my tag ? #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. )