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HEADCANONS for my harley's costume(s).

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where the hell have you been? i thought you were dead.

❛            DEAD    ?!           ❜    guffaw  comes    &    doesn't  go  till  tears  prick  at  ducts.    wiping  them  daintily,  a  sniffle  comes  before  remnant  of  grin  sticks.    ❛            no  way    !    it'd  take  a  lot  more  than  smoke  bombs,  batarangs    &    a  huge  bulky  bat  with  issues  to  take  me  down    !           ❜    said  like  a  true  winner  of  whatever  battle  landed  her  back  into  the  asylum,    with  a  black  eye  to  boot.    it  was  that  or  her  trigger  finger,  so  maybe  there  was  an  understanding.

❛            b  -  man  got  a  real  run  '  a  his  money,    riddles    !           ❜    oh,  jeez.    maybe  one  too  many  hits  to  the  head  the  night  before.    ❛            s  '  gotta  be  a  new  record  for  bein'  outta  arkham  for  that  long,  right    ?           ❜    harlequin  looks  expectantly  at  ed    ;    giving  that  itch  of  his  to  be  useful  with  information  a  scratch.

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the laughing fish (1993)

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have you considered that all of this is your fault?

all  your  fault.    lips  purse  into  a  taut  frown    ;    arched  brows  knitting.    NATURALLY,    they  knew  it  to  be  true.    in  fact,  it  was  the  entire  point    !    to  be  at  the  centre  of  something        of  chaos,  specifically.    of  troubles,  issues,  dismay    !    yes,  they  knew  that.    however    !  ?    stubborn  as  to  be  known  to  be,  harley  is  immediately  disagreeable.    arms  cross  over  puffed  -  out  chest,    a  foot  tapping  an  annoyed  morse  code.

❛            AIN'T  YOU  supposed  to  be  the  one  who  saves  the  day    ?  !      figure  it  out,  arsenic    !           ❜    well,  well,  well.    admission  comes  in  tantrum.    plan  didn't  play  out  how  harley  had  hoped         &    now,  she  tosses  the  clean  -  up  to  the  do  -  gooder  that  likely  has  cuffs    &    time  served  in  mind  over  mops    &    slowly  questioned  hostages  in  loose  knots  they  can  undo  themselves.    aw,  dang  it.    too  hasty.    harley  got  ahead  of  themselves    ;    underestimating  the  amount  of  time  had  for  the  entire  thing.    no  weapons,  either    !    this  is  the  absolute  pits    !

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"well in that case it seems we can strike a deal. "

A  DEAL  GONE  RIGHT    !        ❛            sababa    !      y  '  won't  regret  that  choice,  promise    !           ❜    jester  leaps  up,  clapping  gloved  hands  together  exictedly.    a  few  giddy  mutters  accompany  the  hyperactivity,  nothing  that  has  meaning  or  significance  outside  of  the  harlequin.    sooner  than  later    ;    harley  stills    &    turns  to  beam  at  the  spellcaster.

❛            by  the  by,           ❜    they  begin,  hopping  on  tiptoes  to  press  a  hand  to  his  shoulder.    ❛            whaddya  think  about  necromancy  but,  UM  ,  on  fish  ?           ❜

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Welcome to the Unternet!

Harley Quinn in Red Robin (2009) #19

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happy valentine's day, luv.

upside  down,  patient  holds  a  cotton  -  stuffed  recreation  of  batman    &    joker    ;    play  fighting  the  two  with  silly  sound  effects.    interrupted  only  by  own  giggles    &    chortles,    harley  takes  a  moment  before  registering  the  visitor.    tumbling  off         fluffy  -  socked  heels  balance  acrobat  face  forward      !  !      pearly  grin  comes,  raw  gums  showing  making  it  less  charming  than  intended.    bare  face  can  oft  fool  so  easily,  but  when  predator  is  known  under  mask    &    stripped    :    all  bones  are  weapons.

jumpsuit  is  tied  over  hips,  undershirt  freckled  with  doodles    &    self  -  entertaining  projects.    patches  here,  tears  there,  puns  written,  hearts  crawling  up  the  sides    ;    clearly,    they've  not  been  broken  out  as  soon  as  they  expected.    usual  valentine's  ritual  was  to  escape,  however,  seems  the  bat  knew  it  well  enough  by  now  to  come  first    &    foremost.    harley  leans  into  brooding  form,  the  confines  of  her  cell  seeming  suffocating  suddenly    !

❛            don'tcha  worry,    b  -  man,           ❜    blonde  coos  ;  smile  only  dancing  along  with  the  idle  sway  of  figure.    ❛            i'll  give  ya  your  gift  tonight.           ❜      a  promise  ?    threat  ?    both  !    how  they  adore  the  game.

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Anya Taylor-Joy as Alexandra Collins LAST NIGHT IN SOHO 2021, dir. Edgar Wright

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Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

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leading lady screams

possession (1981) dir. andrzej żuławski

twin peaks (1990-91) dir. david lynch

inland empire (2006) dir. david lynch

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Vintage Y2k baguette bags 

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@makeupbylourose on instagram

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ghost  may  be  right.    harleen  was  dead    &    gone    ;    buried  under  arkham  in  a  spotless  white  coat    &    hair  tightly  wound  atop  head.    soon,  the  bugs    &    patients  will  find  the  corpse,  noshing  it  away.    harley  will  watch  with  their  arms  bound  to  sides    &    a  muzzle  to  stop  the  biting,  sedatives  getting  shot  into  arm  or  stomach  to  keep  her  tame.    a  new  life,  a  new  death  !    jester  gets  chills  just  imagining.    dr.  quinzel,  gone.  forgotten.  a  past  figure,  now  a  muffled  voice  itching  at  the  corners  of  a  much  better    &    far  more  liberated  mind.

I  KNEW  IT,  he  said.    they  almost  jump  out  of  their  skin,  their  bones  going  cold  with  excitement.    he  knew  it.  he  knew  i  had  it  in  me  !    they  chant    ;    smile  quivering.    then,  it  crashes.    what  happened,  doc  ?    the  frown  that  comes  is  bold.

❛            whaddya  mean,  WHAT  HAPPENED  ?           ❜    gloved  hands  are  at  hips,  mulling  over  the  inquiry.    ❛            you,           ❜    comes  out  incredulously,  as  if  it  should  have  been  known.    a  spoken  fact,  truth.

❛            you  !    my  eyes  '  re  open  now.           ❜    they  needn't  say  more,  despite  having  a  lot  soaking  on  tongue.    instead,  smile  returns.    &    harlequin  is  glowing  with  excitement.    ❛            don'tcha  need  a  hand  or  two    ?  ?    i  ain't  what  you  think,  mr.  j    !           ❜    validation  is  necessary,  desperately,  they  seek  it.    it  didn't  come  unfiltered  from  just  harlequin  suit  or  frilly  detailing.    it  didn't  come  entirely  with  the  barrier  of  professionalism.    what  else  could  they  do  for  it  ?  what  else  ?!    vividly,    they  imagine  like  cartoon  shows  on  saturday  dawns:    an  iron  weight  crushing  someone's  head,  soemone  thrown  off  a  cliff  -  comically  in  the  air  for  a  moment  before  their  drop,  a  piano  crushing  a  victim,  a  bat  hitting  someone  so  hard  they  see  birds    &    stars    !    IS  THAT  IT,  LIKE  THAT  ?    i'll  do  it,  it's  just  a  joke,  anyway  !    he'll  laugh,  they'll  laugh    --    while  cackling  they  can  find  their  bond  deepen    &    stick  with  them  until  the  joke  runs  stale,  is  overdone.  then,  they'll  find  some  new  punchlines  !

❛            y  '  don't  like  it  ?           ❜    they  return  to  basics.    posing  on  toes,  harley  turns  ;  letting  cowl  funnily  flop    &    bounce  about.    they  grab  both  ends,  lifting  the  fabric  with  a  silly  face,  showing  the  elasticity,  showing  the  fun  !

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A five-pointed buckle keeps Ivaylo snug in his black and gold-splashed car seat as the train wheezes forward. Thick wheels fold neatly on either side — it converts into a stroller were Joker not insistent on carrying by the handle. A thick black canopy shields the newborn’s green eyes from harsh fluorescent strips that flicker and buzz with every rock of the car. Ivaylo's preparing to cry even though his father has placed the seat on a bench and looped his arm through its handle.

This train careens uptown, but must shoot under the bay to make it to Gotham's northern island. 

Withdrawal racks his left hand. It shakes at his side. No amount of licking from the enormous black ‘puppy’ at his side can still it. Joker bounces his leg, too. Eyes like splintered glass fix on Harley as if he’s seen a ghost. He might be. That face once belonged to his doctor. The blonde ringlet springing loose gave them away.

Werewolf turns his body on a diagonal so the newborn in a blue-knitted romper with wooden heart buttons and a matching cap is shielded. His trembling hand smooths the Chief Special’s grip through his jacket. The five-round revolver hangs muzzle-down from his waistband. 

Keeping his focus on their hands, Joker swallows what feels like an inert wad of ash and coughs to refrain from laughing. It’s stained his sclera pink first. What began as a tickle in the back of his throat scrapes like rusted nails.

He caves until he coughs, keeps a wrist hovered in front of his mouth so he doesn’t smear his own makeup, then forces out a paper-thin, “I knew it was only a matter of time…” he doesn’t blink whilst appraising the harlequin catsuit from heat to toe, the lace detailing at their collar, the cowl that almost reminds him of Gary’s getup and similar face paint. “What happened, Doc?”  

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「   RP MEME :     ARKHAM CITY .   」   * change pronouns as needed . 

then, beloved, you will have to die. 

you should have joined us.

you’re not safe here. 

i will kill the only person you have ever loved.

you should have killed me.

i thought you loved me. 

where the hell have you been? i thought you were dead.

all i had to do was turn a blind eye.

please, ___. for me? 

if you can hear this, please help!

i did what you said. 

and then she said, “not even with yours.”

what? you mean she’s telling the truth?

do we have a deal?

well in that case it seems we can strike a deal. 

i should kill you. 

no kiss? i’m kind of disappointed. 

you’ll never forgive yourself.

is a girl’s work never done?

well, what do we have here?

you stick to the brooding. i’ll handle the wisecracks.

you need to think this through. 

have you considered that all of this is your fault?

get your hands off me!

look at what you’ve done.

he’s already dead to me.

i don’t do second chances. 

you’ve become what you’ve always fought against.

i will stop you.