SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING; ♣♥ || status: accepting

Do I Follow Them?: Oh YES I do.

Why Did I Follow Them?: I saw them being promo’d, took a look and knew they were a blog that I WANTED to follow. Really amazing Nolan verse Joker. 

Do We Role Play?: Not yet but I am sure that we’ll be changing that the moment my Tumblr stops being such a dick. 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: I would love to, I am just waiting for Tumblr to play ball but I am totally trying to think up some wonderful plots for when I am back to activity. 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Here we go again with the AU stuff. IDFK crooked cop and forensics officer? They kind of have a fling but both of them have darker secrets which come to light when one of them witnesses the other cover up a murder. 

A Song For Our Muses: This will be updated when I find the perfect song and I’ll link to a clip of it.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Yusss!

What I Think About The Mun: We haven’t talk too much as I am never online with this tumblr bug but from the amount of time we have talked, they are an amazing person and I really do ENJOY getting to know them. 

Overall Opinion: Super cool blog, they have a wonderful understanding of the Nolan verse Joker and I’m excited to see more from them. You should definitely be following them. 

FMK Henry III Edition || Still accepting

Harley giggled nervously, a wide grin splitting slightly chubby cheeks as the teenager stumbled forward, blindfolded. Once or twice now she’d managed to get hold of someone but both had pulled away from her hands (the first one had been accompanied by a very girlish shriek, which lead her to believe she’d gotten a girl. Not that she’d have minded, that was the risk of the game right?). 

When she grabbed her third - Jack who was too cool for this party and only here because of the promise of free alcohol - she seized the lapels of his jacket tightly. Had he known the game she was playing, he might have attempted to escape (or he might not), but as it was, he merely raised a curious eyebrow, wondering why this girl had grabbed hold of him. 

She pressed a chaste, but firm kiss against his lips (having to tiptoe slightly to do so) - and she smelled like peppermint schnapps and her shampoo. He held her hips lightly she pulled back, tugging the blindfold from her eyes.

Your muse has the ability to draw energy from whomever they touch. Send ‘Drain’ for my muse’s reasons to yours touching them and starting to drain them of their energy and life force.

The session had gone well - much better than honestly Harleen had expected it to, given his past interactions with the doctors of Arkham. The fact she’d managed the first five minutes without assault had almost counted as a record. 

So really - it was destined to go wrong wasn’t it?

His hands closing around her throat didn’t scare her - at least - not nearly as much as it should. In fact, if anything it felt e x c i t i n g. His grinning face loomed over her, as his grip tightened, clambering on top of the table he’d thrown her down onto, to pin her there- she smiled back - and saw... A flash of anger? His eyebrows twitched closer together. 

She didn’t think she’d die here - She could hear a siren going off (or was that an auditory hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen) so she might pass out, but he’d get dragged off her before she died. Or at least, she hoped.

That was when it started to feel weird - Her world was not going fuzzy and dark - it was sharpening, she could still breathe - but it felt like she’d been winded, something sucking away her air as she tried in vain to gasp it in. It hurt.

It was H I M.

He was cackling - the noise was horrifying. Whatever he was doing, there was no coming back from. She arched her back, squirmed, twisted like a worm on a hook. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs - that thought might have been terrifying had it not been so useful - she curled, contorted, pushed - and brought her foot  crashing into his jaw, drawing him back. 

She saw surprise rush across his painted features for the briefest of milliseconds. He hadn’t expected her to fight back - to be able to - to succeed. Had guards not burst in to wrestle him to the ground he might have launched himself back at her.