Easy Drawings Harley Quinn Novels & Stories

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

*Harper* McKenzy’s perched on top of a step stool, paintbrush clenched between her teeth, holding two wildly different knobs up to a half-finished dresser. One is sleek brass, the other shaped like a ceramic lemon. “I’m thinking weird fruit motif,” she says around the brush. “Or is that too quirky farm wife?” “Knowing you,” I say, smearing cobalt blue across my latest canvas, “it’s exactly the right amount of quirky farm wife.”

I set it on the table, opened the clasp, and flipped back the cover. There was no marked floor plan. No security notes. Nothing except one sheet of white paper that immediately slid out, slipped past my fingers, and landed directly on the table. In front of Rafael. Face-up. THANK YOU RAFA LEMON The drawing of Rafael stood tall across most of the page, with a long black rectangle for a body, arms that reached too far down, hair like an angry cloud, and a pink crown sized appropriately for a hamster. Beside him were lemon trees that looked like diseased broccoli.

The smaller person also has dark-colored hair and a green body. There’s a red line between the two people. Jenny’s fingers touched the edge of the stone steps. Her nails scraped against the stone, producing a “scritch” sound. She turned her gaze away from the drawing paper and looked at Olivia’s face. Olivia is using pink crayons to draw something in the lower right corner of the paper. Her wrist is very agile; the crayon draws an arc across the paper, then pauses. She changes the direction and draws another arc. The two arcs intersect, forming the outline of a butterfly.

I stopped at a page with a drawing of a middle school girl. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the drawing. The girl in the sketch couldn't be more than 12 or 13 years old, with a messy ponytail and a sm scattering of freckles across her nose. Her eyes, though – they were the same shade of bright, piercing green as mine, and they sparkled with a mix of mischief and curiosity. She was wearing a faded school uniform, and her smile was wide and carefree.

Leo cheered, skidding to a halt beside my chair and thrusting the paper right into my lap. I looked down at the drawing, a soft, involuntary smile breaking across my face. It was drawn in bold, vibrant colors. In the center was a stone castle with blue flags on the turrets. Standing in the grass out front were three stick-figure people holding hands. On the left was a figure with black hair in a red dress labeled Mommy. On the right was a broad figure colored in black crayon labeled Mr. Tyson. And right between them, holding both of their hands with a yellow smiley face, was a smaller figure labeled Leo.

Hawk pulled up a nearby chair, sitting beside him like they were co-conspirators in some unspoken plan. As the pencil scratched against paper, the atmosphere began to shift. "Add the scars," Hawk said after a moment, pointing at the rough outline Quill had begun. "Right here, across the shoulder. Just like his wolf. Make them stand out. Make the wolf start to appear from that spot." Quill paused, looking up at Hawk briefly before nodding. "Good idea." He made a few quick strokes, refining the lines. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right."

The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table. Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red. “Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and looking me over. “You look hot as hell tonight, girl. You come straight from work?” I put my helmet down on the table and nodded. “You know it. Need some help?”

she switched her black crayon to a yellow one. "Oh, what do we have here? Can I take a look?" Ruth said, diverting Gianna's paper to her, "Wonderful! You did this?" Gianna nodded. "So here is your beautiful mummy, I presume," she pointed out a not-so-straight stick drawing representing a woman with red hair and an ear-to-ear smile drawn in red crayon, which no doubt represented her mother's signature garnished lips. "And this is you, right?" Ruth acknowledged an almost similar version of the first drawing, except it looked small, had a black yarn-like excuse of a ponytail above her head, and no red represented ear-to-ear smile. "Yeah."

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Xavier. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Xavier says, kissing her cheek.