#harley starter

[loadedcanons]

Chilling at the Doctor's Lounge

open to all

Harley swaggers on stage in the newly opened club, barely clothed even more so than usual. "Howdy folks, thank ya'll for comin' out tonight!" she leans into the mic to the cheers from the crowd. "Gotham has its hero bars and villain bars, but this here's the first anti-hero bar! If you've ever felt a little too rough for the hero bars, or a little too squeamish for the villain bars, then come chill at the Doctor's Lounge! Whoo!" She puts the mic back and flips off the stage into the crowd, ending up next to someone at the bar. "Two of whatever this cutie is having."

[venusflytrps-a]

WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO END THIS WA-shut up harleen! She musters up a scream, a warning cry against the ex psychiatrist in her head-or was she in her head? Ha, who knew anymore!-but it ends in a choked gasp of pain. Her best efforts to bandage the wound on her abdomen are failing, red seeping through the makeshift bandage. Harley can feel herself getting weaker, the blood flowing from her making her feel woozy, like she’s on a boat. She always hated boats. She’s stumbled as far as she can, leant up against a dumpster in a dingy alleyway. It would be frustrating to go in such a way, not in some marvellous bang or crash, her legacy burning on in the flames, but like any other lowly Gotham criminal. Alone, cold, dirty. Or was it funny? A quiet chuckle escapes crimson stained lips. Maybe it kinda was funny, a dark comedy. Ha. But pearly whites are immediately curled over with a grimace. The crimson wasn’t just from her lipstick. Harleen Quinzel sat on a wall, Harleen Quinzel had a great fall…..ah, here were the kings horses and kingsmen sent to put her back together… Harley was having a hard time figuring out if the blurred figment in front of her was real or simply a figment of her insane, dying mind. Head lulls against the metal of the dumpster as she squints up at them, vision attempting to focus between stabs of pain shooting through her. “Are you the devil?” She croaks out, a faint smile curving back across her lips.

open to: anyone

possible connections: a passerby/another criminal trying to help her, her attacker trying to finish the job, ANYONE REALLY

[sopordeficiency]

first day of the countdown to 413!!!

i've been drawing all day so i just crammed this one at the end of the day haha. prompts from @413countdown :D

[writerofhades]

Open Starter

Once again, Harley Quinn has been bested by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. But this time, she spiced things up. She had some of her goons poison Arkham's water supply with a certain chemical her and Poison Ivy made. To put it simply, they made the world's strongest aphrodisiac and exposed a building of countless Metahumans. Harley sat in the cafeteria, surrounded by people enjoying the water she contaminated. She just had to wait for the aphrodisiac to spark into a raging inferno of lust.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Kate Bishop would have SUCH weird relationships with Gotham's rogues.

She hates the Joker. And it's not for the reasons the Joker wants.

Kate is not afraid of him. To be clear, she should be, and many people would like her to stop antagonizing him because if he Joker toxins her they're FUCKED.

Kate hates the Joker because he's bad at being a clown. Kate is insulted on Clint's behalf and the behalf of carnies everywhere.

She doesn't think he's particularly original. He's like if 4chan was a person. He just wants to see the world burn? Great! Kate is Good at Arson so she'll set some of his shit on fire. He wants to set up puzzles so you can almost solve his plot? OK well so does the Riddler and his stuff is way more clever. Also, he can pull off a bowler. She LOVES the Riddler btw.

You have a scary toxin? OK well so does the Scarecrow and he is WAY more terrifying than you. Like, is the Joker just copying the other Rogues of Gotham? She's fucking terrified of the Scarecrow! Which makes sense. She is a bird.

Joker is Batman's nemesis? Well she has a nemesis too and she's classy and deranged. Kate's nemesis makes robot clones of herself and has threatened to put her cigarettes out on Kate's face WHILE wearing a gold mask, okay? Classy. Madam Masque understands how to leverage the awkward sexual tension between hero and villain. The Joker just needs to admit that's what it is and move on from there.

Someone starts talking about Two Face and Kate's like, what are you saying? Disabled people can't be villains? Evil masterminds? That's fucking ableist. Also, he was a lawyer. The cops in Gotham probably don't even hate him for being a villain, it's probably just because he's a lawyer. How do you know the cops aren't framing him??? Answer THAT.

And Ivy? Kate has a massive crush on her obviously. And Ivy thinks Kate is SO bad at being a human she barely counts as one, she can stay around. Kate and Harley are BFFs. Ivy will be At It with the Bats and Harley and Kate are doing girl's night. They convince Babs to go with them. It's great.

Kate has ADHD. You know who she's terrified of? Calendar Man.

[stevebuscemieyes]

Joker: Folie à Deux

October 4, 2024

Dir. Todd Phillips

[sweatforged]

@harleymaguire; post invasion

it'd  been  just  a  day  or  two  since  the  invasion,  silas  honestly  couldn't  tell.  he  ...hadn't  left  his  cabin  since.  it  wasn't  like  he  stopped  training,  he  hadn't...  he  just...  it  was  just..  different.  after  he  barely  escaped  death,  reality  came  crashing  down  on  him  &  it  wasn't  like  he  was  afraid  now,  because  he  wasn't.  it  wasn't  fear. 

  he  was  just  reminded  that  this  short  period  of  ..success  he'd  felt  ..  was  ..ephemeral.  he  was  still  the  same  &  that  wouldn't  change,  which  posed  the  entire  problem.  he'd  just  keep  on  failing.  knowing  that,  silas  ...slept  in.  he  slept  through  training  &  breakfast,  forgetting  he  had  a  young  godling  to  meet  this  morning,  although  even  if  he  remembered,  he  assumed  they'd  skip  training  due  to  having  to  recover.  silas  himself  was  black  &  blue  all  over,  that  thor's  child  having  done  quite  a  number  on  him.

  so  when  said  young  godling  stomped  into  his  cabin,  silas  grunted  softly,  surprised  ...honestly,  because  he  hadn't  expected  him  to  be  up  &  running.  meanwhile  silas, comfortable  in  his  bed &  not  very  eager  to  leave  it  anytime  soon,  should've  been.  was  that  depression  hitting  him?  fuck,  it'd  been  a  long..long  time.    "training's  cancelled,  go  home  an'  rest."  short,  to  the  point  &  then  he  rolled  onto  his  other  side  on  the  bed,  his  back  towards  the  other.

[sclfish]

OPEN TO: m/f/nb BASED ON: plot in source

"look-" harley slams his palms flat against the kitchen island of their new home, using the furniture as a barrier between them. "if this has any shot of working, i think we need to set some ground rules first. ...other than the ones they gave us. do you agree?"

[patchedstars]

“ who wins, me versus gorilla ? GO. ”

[scores-of-villians]

[C L O S E D S T A R T E R] {F O R: @drekkavac}

Harley was BORED. That was plain & simple. Was still trying to figure out WHAT she wanted to do now that she was free. Harley had been getting advice from Ivy, BUT Ivy had been trying so hard to help Harley. She felt embarrassed that she still didn't have a direction. Didn't want Ivy to feel bad or like a failure. She had been helping Harley, believe it or not. The POINT being that Harley couldn't go to Ivy with this one. SOOOOOO then what other strong women did Harley know. Selena Kyle? Harley thought of Catwoman, her style, her vibe, the way she did things, WHAT she did. An image of Harley in a Catwoman costume, still with her hair in pigtails, still with clown face on, passed through Harley's imagination.

Nah!

Not really her thing, nor were CATS for that matter. Harley was more of a HYENA girl. Speaking of which, that reminded Harley that she needed to feed BUD & LOU, she'll have to stop by the butcher's on the way home from WHEREVER she was going to go. Alright let's see. Who else? Wasn't there that dame that Ol' Two-face was palling around with? What was her name? Something COMMY. Anya!!!! Yeah! That was it. Anya Barnes. She was, IS, a BADASS bitch. Maybe she'd be Harley's friend, give her some advice & hopefully some direction.

Harley started with the first place that she could think of that she could find this Anya Barnes. The GOOD, the oh so HONORABLE, Harvey Two-Face Dent, District attorney at villainy's place, probably. It's as good of a place to start as any, anyway. Harley heads that way, no spandex suit, no face paint. Just some paint stained, ripped blue jeans, some boots that were mostly tied, a baseball tee shirt with the word SLUGGER on it, & a cut off jean jacket, topped off with her standard pigtails & a pair of steampunk styled wielder's goggles. Knowing where the place that Harvey called HOME, been there before when she was with the THAT creep, & the "Clown Prince of the Hackneyed".

Harley Quinn, knocked on the door where she HOPED that Anya resided.

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Harley Quinn — Verse: TBD

“It’s just green tea. I don’t do that psychedelic shit, ‘Kay?” Harley informed her companion, feeling their condescending gaze on her and not looking up from her book.

“Now. Now the book? The book you might want to worry about. It’s about magic,” Harley emphasized the last word, making spooky noises after. She lifted the book after mocking her companion, showing them it was just a simple fiction book.

[hvbris]

@countlessrealities . Poison Ivy gets a starter 🌿

"Hello Dr. Isley," chirped Harleen as she stepped into the room. She was strangely perky, which always made her stick out like a sore thumb in the gloomy hallways of Arkham Asylum.

She sat down at the metallic table, putting down her notebook and crossing her legs. "My name is Dr. Quinzel, and I'll be your therapist during your stay here." Of course, this was an institution for the criminally insane, so the stays tended to be rather permanent. When the criminals weren't escaping, that is.

But it was Harleen's first month here, which perhaps explained the unbridled enthusiasm. That, or the fact that she was used to smiling through life, since she had found out quite young it numbed the pain.

[a-fantastic-time]

Rev up your Harley! (Open RP)

A joyous giggling could be heard through the large abandoned warehouse. The sound of metallic banging could be heard as Harley batted a few thugs across the head and back. Men running and attempting to murder the blonde clown princess. "Sheesh! You go away on vacation at Arkham for a measily six months and you get mobsters running all over your hideout. Oh well~ Momma was planning on doing a little spring cleaning anyway~ Heehee~"

After killing several droves of armed men, she kicked open the hidden doorway that lead to her room. "Oooh~ Who are you?! Never seen your mug around town before. You new here?"

[springs-heir]

nsfw meme starter for @harleymaguire3A 

Legs held high above his shoulders Oliver whimpers as the thick head of Harley's cock begins to press into him. The pressure pushing down on him slowly opening up his hole as that steel shaft begins to split him open. Sinful moans escaping the blonde as he leans up to steal a kiss from Harley. Lips parting as his tongue pushes forward to explore the other's mouth. Desperately clinging to him as the other pins him down. Legs spread wide and high to allow for a deeper thrust. "F-fuck. H-harley it's nnngh f-fuck p-people could find us!" He whimpers, as they'd found themselves on the beach of the lake. While no one was around when this started, it didn't mean it would stay that way.

[huaharley]

who? @bardakci and ayla bardakçı where? heyes park house and museum (japanese garden) when? first weekend in december

Harley wasn't very hungry today. He had made a protein shake for breakfast, but it took him most of the morning to finish it. Now on his lunch break, he found himself hanging out in the Japanese garden on property. This was his go-to location when he had a longer break. While the museum wasn't exactly loud, it was the most time he spent wearing cochlear implants every day and it could be overstimulating. He could take them off, but he felt like he needed to be able to hear visitors and act like a hearing person in his professional life.

They opened up their sketchbook and continued working on the art they'd been working on for a couple days now. It wasn't anything special; Harley just wanted to practice graphic novel-esque backgrounds. They soon had a feeling they weren't the only one in the garden, and glanced up to see they'd been joined by a man and his daughter in the space. Harley gave them a small smile and a nod in greeting, then returned to their art.

[existentialflirt]

Harley was of the belief that dirty money was best spent quickly. She particularly liked turning it into expensive things. Jewelry, designer and custom clothing, fancy meals, and sometimes — art. Contrary to popular opinion, Harley Quinn was not an uncultured ditz. She was just a bit on the picky side. The classics were pretty but had never moved her. She liked modern art, dadaism, absurdist, and surrealism.

But what Harley really loved was a party.

That was how she found herself standing next to Bruce freaking Wayne, looking at a huge painting of Gotham portrayed as a living thing, both thriving and diseased. She was shaken from a dreamlike reverie of getting lost in the details of buildings made of bone and sinew, some decorated with pock marks and scars, bridges of rotted flesh, and streets paved with stained teeth. His voice was familiar, a little too familiar, but really, if you lived in Gotham long enough, you heard Bruce Wayne talking somewhere. For a millionaire, he was surprisingly accessible.

"It's morbid, but I really like it," she remarked when their eyes met, carefully suppressing her accent. Harley swore she saw a flash of recognition in his eyes, but it was probably in her head, like the persistent sense of familiarity when she heard him talk. "What do you think?"

starter for @bruz3r