ʜᴀʀʟs

「⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Aᴡ ᴄ’ᴍᴏɴ, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dᴏɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴇᴠ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀」

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

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[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

⠀⠀"Uh, hello? Testing?? One, two??? IS THIS FUCKIN' THING ON?!?!"

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

Breaks down the motherfucking door.
⠀⠀⠀"Well well well! Look what tha' fuckin' cat dragged in!"

[ƨɪɴɪᴄᴀʟ @ItsSinical]

well. ho-ley Shit

[ƨɪɴɪᴄᴀʟ @ItsSinical]

ANOUNCEMENT FROM #ƨɪɴɪᴄᴀʟ

this really sucks to have to announce but here goes.

all my accounts are going on hiatus. i’m not sure how long for. it could be for a month or it could be indefinitely.

it’s becoming harder and harder for me to find my character muses and more—

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

|| just thought i’d show you guys this amazing cowl i purchased the other day. soon, i WILL be harley quinn >:)

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@PrinceOfCIowns She tightens her hold around him, not caring in the slightest whether he’ll push her off or not. How can she /not/ be happy? It’s Christmas!

“Hey, baby.”

Harley coos in his ear, giving his lobe a gentle nip.

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

Jumps into @PrinceOfCIowns’s arms.

She’s missed him. A /lot/.

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@NeuroticCIown —Puddin’ too intense to contain.

“What a genius~”

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@NeuroticCIown —the more discreet parts of the hospital, down on the bottom floor where the morgue was.

These containers would hit the people who worked on this bottom floor and rise up through the vents to affect the patients and workers in the rooms above.

Harley sighed, her love for her—

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

“Here’s my #SeductiveSunday fer my @PrinceOfCIowns.

This lil’ clownette’s all yours, baby.”

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@NeuroticCIown —cool metal tickling her skin through her suit, but only just. It could have just as easily been her imagination.”

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@NeuroticCIown —arrived at the Gotham Hospital. Not that there was anything she could do about it now, in her state.

She stared up at him, finding the strength in her state to blink at him. She felt a slight tingle in the tips of her toes, though she still couldn’t move. She could feel the—

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

“I really do. Suh-woon~”

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

Have you been naughty or nice this year? — “Always naughty in tha bestest way!” https://t.co/JeJ3CyjXQ6

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

@NeuroticCIown

[ʜᴀʀʟs @BlondeJester]

“Oh this? This is jus’ some ketchup. . . yeah. . .

Metallic tastin’ ketchup. . .”