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“ They wanted Blood , So you painted your lips red, And blew the wolves a kiss “

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#(promo).#self promo;#GUYS I MOVED OVER HERE #THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED

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Stuck in an Insane Asylum starters

"I'm not crazy... Honest!"

"Please let me out now..."

"I'm perfectly normal! Really, I am!"

"Just listen to me, please! I shouldn't be here!"

"Hey... Did you just lock the door?"

"Let me out!!"

"Do you think you can squeeze through that window?"

"The door's locked..."

"This place is creepy... I don't like it!"

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Like for a starter!!!!

#Not the actual sky' ( ooc ).#cmon i gotta get active again #any verse harley #i got classic #suicide squad #gotham

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Me: loves to lick the spoon after stirring brownie batter, doesn’t care about Sal Monella, whoever that is

#I didnt get the joke' ( of Harley ).

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She easily bounded after him, still holding her towel dress up with a singular hand as she examines him. baby blues sliding across his various scars, and while she knew what some of them where, HECK she was the cause of a couple, there was still an air of mystery about him. Harley wasnt your regular two cent ditz, she has become observant , not that it was hard to figure out how awful his parents where considering how much it felt like he made a reference to his ‘ bitch mom ‘ . At times it left her feeling a little more thankful towards her own family , despite them being no where near perfect and the absence of her Father do to his own criminal charges. And for a moment she pondered on the thought that she probably had never confessed to her boyfriend her own family’s status of her mother , crooked father and various younger siblings that she herself had grown to despise. Another story for Another day.

Instead she felt his arm move to press her forward, her wet feet pattering against the floor as they moved towards the couch and she found herself anxious with curiosity and uneasiness. Because deep down there was a wary part of herself that wondered if this was going to be a cruel joke on her behalf , That it was another ploy on the teetering edge they remained on between love and something else entirely. It was a game, a Minefield , and she never knew when he was gonna go off. And perhaps that was a part of her attraction, the unpredictability , the excitement, as she had always found herself desperately bored with her prior boyfriends. But there was never a boring day with Jerome, not it was always a balance beam , a constant struggle to keep up and not fall off even though at times he worked against her. And it might seem like an endless spiral, but she knew better, she knew better because right now he was placing a special made pink switchblade into her palm. That took thought, and care, and motive. It was selfless and sweet and thoughtful, something she knew he could accomplish from time to time, and it was its scarcity that made it such a rare jewel.

“ I love it , Sweetie! “

She turned it over in her hands, a grin spreading wide across her face as she quickly opened the blade. And she looked at her reflection in the polished blade, a morbid thought coming over herself as she stared at it. The thought of someone bleeding out at the end of this knife, the thought of HERSELF bleeding out at this knife. A thought that often entertained her head was her death, more than she would believe. And while she hated the thought of dying, of being forgotten and nonexistent , she was more than prepared to sacrifice her blood and soul to him, as if she didnt already.

Amidst her thoughts and inner monologue though, she felt heat on the tips of her fingers, and let out a small squeamish laugh as she had been clenching her hand , the blade’s edge having pressed into the tender skin of her fingers tips, and she found herself giggling more as while the pain was worse than any papercut, it was symbolic to her as she looked up at him again. Smile spread thin as she licked the blood from her fingers.

“ I guess i should be more careful, huh ? “

Soap and Cigarettes; CLOSED

a hand reaches down from the lazy stroll, scooping up a pair of plaid boxers from the floor, to which he lets the towel drop, before tugging the fabric up to rest at his hips. darkened SCARS litter the body, along with a few reddish marks that signaled only what could be burns. though, most had healed years and years ago, he always jokingly boasted on how they came from battles with wild bears and ferocious wolves. ears CATCH the pitter-patter of Harley coming from behind, and Jerome waits for her to follow on up, before tossing an arm right around her slender shoulders and pulling close.

‘ you ready, honey-pie? ’ eyes squint, just slightly, and practically nailing into her own bright blues. it’s not often that he will act as affectionate as this ( if nothing were coming out of it in HIS FAVOR ) but the hot water and rounds of cigarettes has left him feeling a bit more placid as of now. he brings her forward, guiding along, before halting near the couch. there sits a box. a small black box. the arm leaves the girl, darting forward to lift the gift, and give it a little shake ( matched with the clatter of metal ), before he’s ripping the top off to reveal a collection of bright PINK handled switch-blades.

‘ got it custom-made - I know a guy, veeery talented fella ! ’ he’s quick to grab up a wrist of her’s ( always touchy ) and place ONE of the carefully crafted weapons upon her bare palm, smiling as he does so, as all that matters now is her reaction. ‘ what do ya think? ’

#sanitysnapped #Shouldve never said the word love' ( verse ).#20 years later #blood tw #self harm tw

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