hi, i'm lyss. this is my writing blahg. aka the place where i can put things to show people or just the place where i can put things because i feel like it. and don't have to show anyone.
current project: monochromatic
harley quinn.
Before she lives with the Sirens, she lives in this one bedroom place composed of a crotchety land lady who hand made all the doilies in Harley’s apartment and part of the contract was that the doilies were not to be sold or destroyed in anyway.
She doesn’t read a lot, and when she does it’s either picture books she’s stolen from the Gotham City Public Library or ones she could buy for a quarter at garage sales and second hand book stores.
They’re all weird ass books from the 90s about alien encounters and bear attacks. Like, short essays written by hunters who went into the woods with two arms and came out with one arms, and conspiracy theories about what happened at Roswell and how we’re not alone and really, bro, I was abducted and probed and I liked it.
Then there are the vintage fur coats, that aren’t real fur, but it looks like real fur and she wears them when she wants to feel classy. Some of these have been stolen from Selina, others from her Grandmother’s attic. She was a teenager that just wanted to look like that lady in All About Eve because she was so goddamn fancy.
Harley also has an extensive collection of books about cats. Ex; Why Do Cats Sulk?, The Cat Who Went to Paris, Understanding Your Cat, Becoming One With Your Cat.
Sometimes she reads these and hopes they will help her understand Selina more than her PhD in Psychology/Psychoanalysis ever will.
She has an old black and white television that she found in a dumpster that she watches her cartoons on.
The majority of her belongings come second hand or from dumpsters.
In University, she let one of her professors feel her up so she could pass his class. She treated it like an experiment. How sex dictates moral codes and behaviors.
The only person she’s had a physical relationship with other that professor was her long time boyfriend Guy Kopski. Sex doesn’t interest her, really. And she rarely actually enjoys doing things like kissing or having her no-no areas touched. Why get fucked when she can do something more exciting?
Meaning, the thrill of the chase is always more exciting than actually getting caught.
So, she and the Joker don’t make love or fuck or screw or just, you know, have sex. Oral or otherwise. She’s just put all of her displaced LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME feelings in him because her mind’s so warped from, uh, him. The need to impress him does not come with bouncing around on his dick. Harley is not his little blonde blow up doll.
Maybe she’s just a doll tbh.
There’s not much there anymore, even though she’s got a genius level IQ. But you’re not fucking allowed to call her stupid. She’s not. Even though she can be, she’s the only one that’s allowed to bring it up.
Selina and Pamela are her makeshift mommy and daddy.
She loves them a lot.
They’re Red/Spammy Pammy and Kitty Cat.
Mess with them and she’ll mess you up.
tbqh she is just a blonde hottie that looks sexy on motorcycles.