rubyeveh

[induro-a]

oh baby the jokes on you { sc } ; @anarchyslaughtcr​

Her heart is 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 skipping beats a she practically 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒 on the prick, legs bent either side as she bites the air in front of him, a 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 echoing through the room as her bedazzled gun lays cold against the other’s tattooed face. Sliding it down his face with the 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒. “Oh please can I kill him 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 puddin’?” Her voice pleading as she spins her head, bouncing on the guy to release a grunt that only makes her 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. She clicks the bullet into the gun, resting it on his gut, pressing it hard, having the body beneath her gasp and squirm, moving around, it only made Harley 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 about what was to come. “Puddin’ please, I’ll be a 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, I just want to have a little fun. We got the rubies, why can’t I have a little fun?” Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout, 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 for fun from her master. 

[lmystic120]

"Why can't a girl be nice to a guy without the mook trying to murder her?"

Harley Quinn

[induro-a]

well well well mr. j ; @goldcnblood​

Mistakes were made that was for sure. The 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 of darkness was on the tip of her tongue, the proximity of their faces, Harley’s heart is 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 to a beat of melodies in her head. How was he so 𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 yet all she wanted was to be his right hand woman? Part of his crew? “Jeremiah,” her words soft and 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 as begging eyes look up at him, “Mistah’ J...” she 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 the nickname on her lips, “please, please I can be an 𝐀��𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐓, let me be part of your crew, please? Pretty please?” 

[induro-a]

surprise darlin’ ; @facemypast​

There he was, oh that 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐌, how Harley practically 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 for it, needing to steal something so amazing. The optics that would be 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 that metal cavern, her mind was desperately searching for something that would make Mistah J 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 again, and if she came back to the apartment with a dismembered metal arm. She would be crowned 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 for the rest of her life, all of Gotham would bow down to her and Joker. Creeping up behind him, she didn’t realise how 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 her heels were, and that hiss she made when she hit the metal can was echoing down the alley way. “Damnit, oh, hi ya!” 

[induro-a]

a rose of any other name would smell as sweet { sc } ; @rosefromdeath​ 

There is a sweat trickling down her back, soaking through the shirt she had badly sewn together to surprise her dearest puddin’. A shirt made just for him, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓. But the Joker tossed her to hell, again. It wasn’t like she was in his face, or 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 she was. Sometimes the world was 𝐅𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐘 for the Harlequin. To the point where her mind was a bleached mess that could still site Freud’s psychosexual stages and the Bobo doll experiment like she was reading a textbook in 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 of her. Her hands grip the rooftop she is on with a deep breath as she looks at the clearing beneath her, heels on the skirting of roof and she jumps off, laughing 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 with a gun in her hand and a bat in the other as she drops into the pile of flowers in the parked truck. Jumping out and fixing her hair with weapons in her hand, she takes notice of the stranger who just so 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 to walk past at the wrong time. 

“Utta’ a word to anyone darlin’ and you’ll be getting a call from puddin’. And he doesn’t take 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 to people ratting me out.” Her voice dark before she shakes her head, almost as like a switch is flicked within her. “Oh I didn’t see ya there, where are my manners? Harleen Quinnzel, but 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 people call me Harley, oh you know what, I’ll do ya one better, you can call me Harls.” 

[induro-a]

"What do you mean you blew up ACE chemicals? Why would on earth would you do that?!" (to harley)

we’re safer this way ; @littleqxinn

She makes a 𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 at her daughter who was obviously shocked that Harley would even have the guts to do something so 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 and obvious. So loud that all the mooks and lackies in all of Gotham knew her 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 in their world. Harley Quinn was a 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 woman and she loved it. More than she could describe. “Because I wanted to, and because that yucky place kept 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 me sweetie pie. Gotta get rid of the bad to have the 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃,” a pinch of her daughter’s cheek, “which is you.”

[induro-a]

‘i don’t want your apology.’ (Harley)

please forgive me ; @rosefromdeath

“Oh, come on vampy,” Harley whines as she holds her mallet in front of her, rocking 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 on heels that would realistically break her ankles as well as pierce a throat well. Harley shouldn’t have thrown Gabriella under the bus but it was to 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 her own skin. What else was Harley supposed to do? Die? Nope, that was not an option. “I’m sorry okay, but, you should have 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 I could have been like that. You do know who I am after all.”

[induro-a]

❛  i  don’t  want  to  be  soft  anymore  .  i  want  to  be  bloody  knuckles  and  glass  shards  and  i  want  people  to  be  afraid  of  hurting  me  .  ❜ (Harley)

like a bat outta hell ; @rosefromdeath

Harley almost has to take a physical step backwards as she 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 what the brunette was 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 out loud. She was shocked at the comment and had to pull down on her shirt, “yeah, I don’t know 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 but that seems kinda whack,” her commentary drifting off in the wind as a heel 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 into the rubble on the ground. Shaking blonde and dyed hair, she didn’t know whether or not it was 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓 to be hanging around her. What would Mistah’ J think? “It’s one thing to be 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 and tumble, just look at my puddin’ he’s a fighter for sure lady, but making people 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 of ya isn’t what everyone wants either.”

[induro-a]

let’s twist this star spangled banner ; @justicetempered​

Harley wasn’t one that liked 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄, in fact if it wasn’t for Joker she would have found some other patient to tap into that dark 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 brain of hers. A part of her that always wanted to get 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 with. But running from the law was 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 and stopping in New York seemed fine enough; until she saw him. He was a hero on paper, and Harley had seen him all 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 the news. Maybe she could toy with him too? Dancing in the street between cars she is cackling as she waves him down, “star spangled man! Oh, 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀, come save this damsel why don’t cha?” 

[induro-a]

❛ what use could i possibly have for you ? ❜ harrlss bby.

please keep me ; @anarchyslaughtcr

Her bottom lip is 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, was he about to toss her to the side again? No, she couldn’t let that happen. No she was an 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓, how did Joker not see that in her? She is on her knees, a 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓, purely made to bend and stretch to Joker’s every wish and whim. “Please Mistah’ J,” her hands in prayer as she looks up at him. “I can 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 people up, I’m real good with my bat, you’ve seen me. That Night Bat character never knows I’m 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 until I knock his blue suit,” she had given it to Nightwing every now and again and it usually made Joker pretty 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 that Harley was able to render Batman by himself. But puddin’ took all the credit. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. “Please don’t leave me puddin’, I wanna be part of your crew.”

[induro-a]

[ weep ] fuck me up

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying ; @dettached

Left out 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 on the balcony of her new apartment - shared with Ivy - Harley grips the metal railing. She’s beginning to pull herself over the 𝐓𝐎𝐏 of the railing, metal bars pressing into her abdomen as she lets out a blood curdling 𝐂𝐑𝐘, the sobbing was something she was too broken to not hide. She was pushed to the side, 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. This time she was tossed out of a helicopter and Ivy had come to her 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄. Again. Harley had to stop this madness, her puddin’ was not what she thought he was. Harley Quinn was a broken psychiatrist with a PhD in 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘. Manipulated so far that she cried for his touch, his 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 on her body. Around her throat. 

She was dangling over the side of the bar now, half of Harley’s body was hanging over the edge, if she lost her 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 on the bar… she’d fall over the edge. Maybe the adrenaline rush would 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 her mind, or maybe he’d see her and save her. Mistah’ J never wanted his servant to die right? The sobbing just wouldn’t stop, her head was 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 and she felt herself go further over the edge until her ankles were 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 from the ground, her cries turning into a 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. It was sad really, how manic she had become because of one guy. No laughing gas, no tricks. He was a sickness that she couldn’t 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄. 

Her ankles were wrapped up with something that pulled her from the edge, her eyes saw green, leaves and vines, and then 𝐇𝐄𝐑. The woman who was keeping her 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 on the ground. A laugh as her head hits the bars, seated down in front of Poison Ivy. She stopped Harley from 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 becoming her. “Pammie,” a laugh, tears were still 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 down Harley’s face but she couldn’t stop the laughter. “Oh Red, you saved me honey bunches, aren’t you just a special flower.” Her head was fuzzy and it was 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 at how she was starting to pass out in a mess of tears and 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 laughter. 

[induro-a]

💧 (for harley, if you'd like?)

a cry for sheer luck ? ; @theednygma

Of course he had tossed her out again, but this time Joker had 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 tossed her out. At first they were crocodile tears at the bar, downing shot after shot, but with the increase of liquor in her system, Harley was finding the real root of her tears. She was 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄, albeit with a bruise or two from her shoulders hitting concrete outside, but she didn’t have anyone. And once the world 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 that her and the Joker were in splitsville, the entire city of Gotham would be after her. Sniffling back tears as the vodka ran down the back of her throat, she caught SIGHT of Riddler and shakes her head. “Not needing a riddle this time Nygmie, unless its solution is at the bottom of a bottle.” She didn’t need one of the top villains working it out, especially one known for creating the near unsolvable riddles that were 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

[induro-a]

“ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ” {Harley from Dinah}

i’m better solo ; @magickisafoot

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄, she had to do everything on her own, Harley was known for doing things her 𝐎𝐖𝐍 way and not anyone else’s. She bites her lower lip, there was blood dripping from her forehead but she had the 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇 in her wallet. She had done the deal, got 𝐑𝐈𝐃 of the mooks and 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 that she was able to handle herself. She didn’t need anyone, especially Joker. “Mistah’ J never let me do 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 on my own, I have to prove that I can do it songbird.”

[induro-a]

[ COVER ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket (From legends-and-savages) (From Dinah to Harley)

comfort me my darling ; @legends-and-savages

Harley rarely felt herself get 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, but a meeting with Victor Freeze still left her with a slight chill in her shoulders as she returned to the small apartment she had been crashing in with Dinah. Hands rubbing 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 her goosebump filled shoulders, Harley chatters her teeth as her feet stumble towards the couch. Dinah is almost there 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 with an electric blanket to heat her up faster. “Th-tha-thank you.” 

[induro-a]

❛ Some people just want to watch the world burn. ❜ (From legends-and-savages) (From Chato to Harley)

let’s blow it up ; @legends-and-savages

“Well you know all about 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 don’t cha’ fireball,” Harley laughs lightly as her legs kick up on the pool table. They had 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 the bar and it was now for them to play in. Their own personal suicide squad 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍. Wait, alcohol, burning, no no no, Mistah’ J wouldn’t want her to do this. “But, fireman, Diablo, honey, no. We aren’t burning this place up. Unless you wanna go,” cue Harley faking an 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 with sound and her hands exploding in the air directed straight from her neck, “kablooy, you can’t 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 this joint down.” 

[induro-a]

❛ What’s going on up there? ❜ (From legends-and-savages) (From Rick to Harley)

you think you know me ? ; @legends-and-savages

Harley kicks her heels together, hands 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐃 in front of her as she rocks back and forth. Feigning innocence as there is nothing but destruction 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 her, but Rick was on the ground. All that could be seen was an ember of 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 floating in the air and a disheveled Harley Quinn, “nothin’ for you to 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 your soldier head with Flag-y, we’re all 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐘 up here.”