clownlovin: (OMG HATS)
Just some OOC notes regarding this journal. First and foremost, I don't own Harley Quinn. This is a role playing journal based on a fictional person. I also don't own her model. I'm making no money off of this nor do I have any affiliation with DC Comics or WB.

This journal is used in conjunction with the following communities:

[ profile] dc_nation
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Unless noted in the subject line, all posts on this journal are open to any and all comments. Posts restricted to or about one com will have the community name in the subject header and noted as being closed. This doesn't include [ profile] theatrical_muse, TM posts are open to everyone.

Any character from any fandom is more than welcome to interact with Harley Quinn. =^__^= Topics that hit a level of writing higher than R will be clearly marked and tagged as NSFW.

And that's all I got. Now, on to the madness!

Harley's mun can be contacted at:
clownlovin: (OMGWHUT?)
Harley at seventeen had been an oddball in her family. She dyed her hair blonde; when she could get away with it she wouldn’t eat kosher. She didn’t do a lot of things that her parents constantly told her a good Jewish girl her age should. She also thought listening to her German grandparents go on and on and on and on and on and on and on was so very depressing. And not worth her time.

Though Chanukah wasn’t the gift giving holiday that Christmas was she still had high expectations. (Harley had also decided she liked Christmas better. Brighter, cheerier, more colors and they decorated trees!) Those expectations were trashed though when she opened what was obviously going to be the first of eight pointless and miserable gifts.

She grimaced and held the book at arm’s length like she didn’t quite understand how it had even gotten in the package in the first place. “A Holocaust book, Mame?” she asked, looking up at her mother who was smiling in that way she had.

“It’s a part of your past, you know. Read it, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“Do I have to?” Harley whined.

“Yes, damnit!” her Father’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“Awwwwww,” this was going to suck so hard.


Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 217
clownlovin: (broken photo)
There were lines you didn’t cross, Harley knew. She had learned to read him like a book over the years. She generally knew pretty well when she was crossing one of those lines. But sometimes, without warning, her Puddin’, her honey pie, would just snap. And she didn’t even see it coming.

This was one of those times, and Harley was shaking it off at Pammy’s. She played with a bright plastic cup with a whimsical design on it. Bright colors made brightly colored mice that danced around the edges bottom of the glass. It was hers for whenever she was here.

And she was here a lot.

She tried to think of what she had done this time.

If something in the hideout had been wrong. If she had brought back the wrong type of gun. If she had circled when she should’ve zig zagged.

Harley sighed.

It was hard, trying to figure out what lines you crossed with the Joker. And which would account for a broken arm and a black eye.

She had crossed a Line. She just didn’t know what line that was.


Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 187
clownlovin: (plotting evil)
Here's a Bat Trap that's bound to work!

My Super Awesome Plan to Kill Batman! )

Best. Plan. Ever.
clownlovin: (YOU REALLY LOVE ME!!)
Who would I be? I dunno. Actions speak louder than words unless you got a megaphone handy, so sit down and Harl will tell ya all a story. A story with Love! With action! With heroes! And with fish!

The streets of Gotham were always an interesting place. Right now, two goons of some random mob boss that Harley couldn't think of the name of were cowering in fear! Well, she liked to think they were cowering in fear. It could've been staring in abject bafflement. Abject something anyway.

Forget Mistah J being the Mr. Rochester to her Jane Eyre. She was also a lot hotter than plain Jane, and Mistah J was so much cooler than Mr. Rochester. And Bonnie and Clyde was getting a bit old. Tonight, Harley was something else entirely!

"What? Dontcha mooks know how to listen to a girl? I said 'In the Name of the Moon, I'll punish you!'" she said, doing the whole hand and point motion perfectly. She had been on a late night cartoon and sugar binge when one of the more esoteric networks in Gotham had started a Sailor Moon marathon. Where she had found the "fuku" and how she had gotten it to just her shades of red, black and white was anyone's guess, but there it was.

"I'm Sailor Harley! Champion of Love and Justice... well, forget Justice, Justice is boring. I'm champion of Love, Soda Pop and uh... beating you up!" she said, the last accented by hitting one of the mobsters with a fish. The other one was still staring as she turned the fish on him.

Just for the halibut.

Afterwards, she paused for a second, standing over the two unconscious goons. "Heeee, this is kinda fun!" She'd have to be Sailor Harley!Moon more often. Now if only she could find her Tuxedo Joker…

I still have that costume ‘round somewhere. I should wear it sometime… the skirt was cute!

Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC/Batman
Word Count: 325
clownlovin: (curled up)
How a clown passes her time... )

Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics/Batman
Word Count: 252
clownlovin: (HEEEEEEEEE)

It comes with a surprise!
clownlovin: (bored)
Three A.M.

That wonderful time of day where nothing was on but Infomercials. Flipping through channels at this time did nothing for her.

They were totally on the run.

On the run was what they (totally) were.

She padded turned off the TV and padded towards the Hotel's bed and flopped down next to Ivy.

"Pammmmmmmmmmmmmmy. I'm bored!"
clownlovin: (smudged face)
It was four in the morning. No one was normally up at this hour. Well, Ivy could be, but that was Ivy. Harley.... only slept when she managed to run out of energy or when something knocked her out.

She tip-toed into Ivy's side of the room, "Sneak... sneak... sneak... sneak....!"

And then, "Pammmmmmy? Pammy! PammyPammyPammyPammyPammyPammy!"
clownlovin: (broken photo)
So, there's this girl.

And this girl really loves this guy.

But occasionally this guy turns around and punches the girl in the face, not even taking the horseshoes out of his glove as a courtesy. When do you say no?

Especially when he makes it up to you so wonderfully.

Mistah J, I miss you.
clownlovin: (blank expression)
I Am A: Chaotic Evil Human Rogue (4th Level)

Ability Scores:







Chaotic Evil A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. Chaotic evil is sometimes called demonic because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is the best alignment you can be because combines self-interest and pure freedom. However, chaotic evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend.

Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Rogues have little in common with each other. While some - maybe even the majority - are stealthy thieves, many serve as scouts, spies, investigators, diplomats, and simple thugs. Rogues are versatile, adaptable, and skilled at getting what others don't want them to get. While not equal to a fighter in combat, a rogue knows how to hit where it hurts, and a sneak attack can dish out a lot of damage. Rogues also seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to avoiding danger. Experienced rogues develop nearly magical powers and skills as they master the arts of stealth, evasion, and sneak attacks. In addition, while not capable of casting spells on their own, a rogue can sometimes 'fake it' well enough to cast spells from scrolls, activate wands, and use just about any other magic item.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

clownlovin: (intent stare lying down)

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And it keeps going, and going, and going. )
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