#qu-tipie

[lususnatura]

"Have you eva' got one of those boxes that come through the mail of exotic fruits to try?"

due to the entirety of gotham entering the cold season, blamore had a lot of herbal remedies to make that day — more than he thought he would in fact. and as a result, it had been grinding up as well as dehydrating ginger along with liquorice root all morning to make special tea blends for its customers. blamore had woken up early to do this as he knew that, considering harley had spent the night at his greenhouse, that he probably wouldn't be able to do much of this later.

it had always been the type of person to want to spend as much time as possible with its lover after all. for, one of its love languages was quality time. blamore was just in the middle of finishing the second to last order he had before he heard what must've been harley walking towards him from the kitchen. a slightly tired smile crept up on its face then, and blamore started a conversation with her by asking harley how she'd slept. it then ended up talking about the lemon tree it planted recently somehow from there.

he supposed because he was talking about things she could eat if she was hungry and the other had asked if he had any fruit. which, he unfortunately didn't, but he had some growing. blamore was just about to mention it could make her something before harley mentioned these exotic fruit boxes. whilst shaking his head, he then said, ❝ no... i can't say that i have. why, have i been missing out by not trying them? ❞ blamore sounded genuinely curious of why she asked him this as he leaned forward with his head resting on his palm.

❝ i tried persimmon once though. its got kind of an interesting flavor to it, as its sort of sweet, but you can also taste undertones of cinnamon in them. ❞

[question-marked]

@qu-tipie

"That why I'm with you, because you gotta smoldering temptress vibe to me and I fucking love that."

[twcfaces]

"Ya' eva' do something that shattered both of yer' morals?"

"In the beginning, yeah."

Harvey feels like laying down and dying right there. He could, he thinks. Two-Face living inside him has brought him nothing but Hell - or worse than Hell, because Hell doesn't swallow up good people, and leave them mangled. Good people don't go to Hell.

"Robin... was just a kid. I hurt him just to hurt Batman. Real bad. I couldn't do anything to stop it."

He can't forget the crack of a baseball bat over Robin's head. He couldn't stop it. Two-Face had removed him from the equation, stuck him in a box where he couldn't reach anything at all.

"We hurt a kid. We continued the cycle. We're no better than our father, and I can't take it back."

[gothams-black-rabbit]

New Club! New Rules // Qu-Tipie

It had been a good year, so far, for the newly engaged couple. Their club was doing good and seemed to be doing better than eve thanks to Monica's leadership and everyone on staff got along as they should like a family. Off the books deals were going great too but all the while there was one loose end. Oswin Cobblepot and her annoying right hand woman, Gabriella.

Jack's Aunt, Marsha. The queen of Diamonds herself, had bought the Iceberg Lounge since Oswin's imprisonment and made it into her own club, named PRYZM. Oswin and Gabriella did escape prison and try to take back to Iceberg Lounge but as soon as they went in, they were never seen again. Marsha denies all evidence she killed them but she has been happier recently. And some of her calls, there seems to be muffled yells and screams in the background.

PRYZM's opening night was approaching and Marsha had not been heard from in weeks. What was she planning?

Jack was under a vintage car in his and Harley's garage as he worked on it from below. It was a off day for them and he was happy to be relaxing and doing something him and Harley love.

But Jack's phone went off. In was on a bench away from him.

"Harley? Can you get that for me please, love? Hands are covered in oil again."

@qu-tipie

[chiefohara]

Kelly smiled wide as she walked into her and Harley's home. Fresh from the gym and holding a can of XO Punch in her hand, sipping it.

"Mmmm, Babe! Morning! Have you tried this new drink? Just came on the market. Never felt so much energy!" She sounded energised. "Wanna go for a walk or do something? I'm ready to go!"

@qu-tipie

[cxpperhead]

💩 for my derpiest icon of my muse

what icon? ask meme.

Honestly, the icon describes itself. He blep like snek. :3

[masquenoire]

"Shit someone hasn't gunned ya' down yet?"

"Not through lack of trying, believe me. I'm just quicker on the draw than they are..." Roman answers casually as though Harley would be disappointed to hear the good news. Pungent scent of tobacco fills Gotham's air as the crime lord inhales a much-needed lungful, the trusty weight of Sodom and Gomorrah in their holsters making him feel very much at ease. "So what about you? Surprised nobody's tried offin' you yet, or maybe they have and you just aren't telling?" Tease.

[backedagainstthewall]

“I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?”

New Year's Starters

"Nah. It might mean you're tired, though" James said. "Eating dinner at 3:00 and going to bed at 9:00 every day might make you old."

"I don't think I'll be in bed at midnight, but I don't care much about being at some big party. Heck, I'd rather take you home, if you want, than hang around here until it gets late."

[frostise]

“I needed to kill him. Maybe I was just hoping that he would kill me.“

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀: 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ����𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋   ┇   accepting ♡

the stench of blood starts to slowly pollute the alleyway from the fresh corpse laying on the side. the smell is so intense she can practically taste the iron in her mouth, causing her nose to wrinkle. frost has to take a small step back to avoid the blood pouring all over the filthy concrete before it could get the chance to stain her boots.

❝ sounds to me you need to find a better gunslinger. for a street thug, he's got a slow draw. ❞ killer frost dryly jokes and is pleasantly reminded of deadshot who shared the same death wish. her icy eyes shifted upwards to bore into harley's gaze who was standing over the body, curiosity piqued at the mental state of the woman. ❝ what was it like to almost be grazed by his bullet, harley? ❞

[mad-hunts]

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 

ahh — hey! thank you for the ask, but OOH okay, this is a good question!! especially because i have so many headcanons for this guy at this point that its honestly not even funny LMAO but if i were to pick one? it would probably have to be between the fact that barton got a chrysanthemum tattooed on his elbow in memoriam of his late fiancée, marcy (both because it was her favorite flower and because it has a symbolic meaning of long-lasting / devoted love)... and just how eccentric he is in actuality.

like, whenever barton isn't being a deranged SERIAL KILLER, there's a chance that he'll be doing something like laying on the floor and listening to music because he's sad or uhh. just kind of abruptly embarrassing the friends barton makes with 'ordinary people' by letting everyone in a store know that this person is the best damn friend anyone could ever have and no, that does not mean that they can have them like JSJSJ of course barton knows that these people in all likelihood didn't ask him a thing about his friend BUT that is just one way that he demonstrates he likes someone? oddly enough??

so, yeah... a word of advice is that if your muse is thinking about being friends with barton then they might wanna be prepared to be thrown into the spotlight sometimes haha. but yeah, i hope this answered your question and that you had a great day :D

[queen-of-the-mad]

♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse?

;Dark Knights of Steel and Flashpoint immediately come to mind!

[lususnatura]

"I was worried last night had been a dream."

whenever blamore woke up that morning, it was facing the wall away from harley. which was something that seemed to confuse him a bit at first. though he couldn't figure out why. blamore quickly found that out after it turned to lay on its other side in an attempt to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep, however. coming face-to-face with harley did manage to answer every possible question the creature could have; from why he was confused (which was because he originally fell asleep while spooning her), to how he'd ended up feeling the quilt he was under against his entirely bare skin.

everything from that previous night came flooding back then within an instant despite his grogginess, after all. they were completely sober, but after spending the day together, blamore felt a little bit like he was higher than a kite. it just liked harley so much that it did something it normally didn't like to do for fear that he would be coming on too strong (at least, when he was this early in a relationship with someone) and that was offering to help let out some stress that harley revealed she was feeling. this started out as a simple massage, but then evolved into something more before long.

after bidding her a quick 'good morning,' blamore shot harley a small but still equally as reassuring smile, ❝ oh? well, i promise that i'm here in the flesh with you, harley. so please don't worry, ❞ he placed a hand on top of her shoulder to gently begin rubbing her arm soothingly. and with that, blamore then scooted closer to harley, slinging one of his legs over hers once more.

❝ i'm not going anywhere. ❞ a hand reached up to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, ❝ speaking of, seeing you like this is a huge turn-on, just to let you know. you look so beautiful. ❞

[question-marked]

She didn't announce she was coming over, but there she was midday breaking into his hideout. Music played over an old boom box as the blonde roller skated circles around the industrial pipes and support beams draping them in green and red tinsel.

Edward walked in and at first he was confused about the music and the tinsel, but then he realized that it was December 1st.

"Harley, nice to see ya! I wasn't expectin' ya to be here, but I don't mind that. You're lookin' really good, and thanks for makin' my hideout festive. I didn't know ya roller skate...or maybe I did but I forgot."

[twcfaces]

“Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option.”

"Yeah. No, not for either of us. Not for anyone else, either. I think it's the proximity of Ace Chemicals so close to Gotham City's water table."

It was just a theory, mostly. He brushed dry, white, brittle hair away from his face. What was the point of caring for it if it would never really heal? Then again, he supposed many people felt that way about a lot of things. Why save Gotham if it would never be any good?

"... You're in a position where nobody else has been before. You've been on both sides, you know these people - you know how terrible things can get. Mentally, emotionally - you just get it. I think that's worth something."

So he liked to antagonize Harley now and again, but it didn't mean he was blind to her situation. If Joker was one of a kind, Harley was too.

"... We're not usually very cooperative with people we can't stand, so take that how you want, too."

[gothams-black-rabbit]

Jack got the text and smiled. He missed Harley so much since she went on her little trip with Aunty Marsha. Everyday he felt he was going crazy without Harley. Her touch, her laugh, her taste...

[TXT] Making me wish I came with you now. Miss you like crazy, Babe x

[TXT] Can't wait for you to come home and be together again. And thanks for the pic. I need something to help with my 'issues' x

[TXT] Always thinking of you x

[masquenoire]

" Awww did ya' get me a drink fa' international women's day?"

"International Women's what? You're telling me they got a day for every damn thing now?" Roman groused after knocking back a shot of whiskey. Mean eyes narrowed as he peered closely at Harley Quinn, the crime lord's temper hovering between sordid amusement and churlish greed. "Listen clown, I'm a believer in equality meaning you can buy your own goddamn drink." The taste of whiskey burns his throat pleasantly as he finishes his glass, already wanting another. Harley is still there, hues of red, black and white impossible to ignore in the crowd. "You want a drink, you can have whiskey or nothing. Ain't wasting money on some girl's drink that can't even get a baby buzzed."