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ngl you've probably gotta use both hands to take waylon by the chin

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Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours.

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how gothamites see waylon vs waylon irl

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apropos of nothing but i don't think substances like fear toxin or joker gas affect waylon the same way they affect normal people. maybe i've talked about this before, but i think substances that induce fear trigger a much more animalistic reaction in him. fear is a strong emotion but it's much less concrete. so i think in those situations where he's been exposed, it's almost like it wipe his mind and he has to fall back on his animal side. he becomes super aggressive and fear reactive, he can't think or process things normally, he just lashes out blindly towards any stimuli. so scarecrow or joker dosing him is really a great way to cause a lot of destruction and chaos and implicate waylon in the process.

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i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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me trying to restore my tiktok streak with @abovedivinity after the ban

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they may no longer be trapped behind arkham's walls, but neither of them will ever be free of it. the asylum follows them everywhere; a shadow in every corner. he's haunted by it too. some nights he wakes up thinking he's still in chains. some nights he can still feel the steel muzzle clamped tight around his jaws. he can smell the sour aroma of sofia's fear and knows how sometimes it mirrors his own. waylon lowers himself to the floor, kneeling next to her, letting out a quiet rumble of understanding. " we ain't ever gonna leave that place. not really. "

he slowly extends his clawed hand, an offering that she can hold if she wants. " it ain't ever gonna let us go. "

❛ It's in my dreams. Arkham. ❜ Lips tremble around the shape of the word. Her mouth dries up to allow for it to exist. Sofia is laying down, and she feels a clasp around her ivory neck, and a weight on her heart. She's falling into the abyss. No! She's still here. Her nails dig into her palms, until blood is drawn, until she remembers she is a real person and not a thing to be haunted. Doll eyes, full of terror, flicker up to look upon Waylon. The only one she trusts to witness her in such a state. A state where she is in between reality and paranoia.

❛ I wake up, but I'm still in my nightmares. ❜ Her mouth is so, so dry, fuck.

@ataviisms ) semi-plotted starter.

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🥚 ( yasuho. ).

Send a 🥚 for my muse to receive an egg --- accepting

waylon looks down at the small, fragile shell placed into his hands. it's not even the size of his pinky finger. he leans in to give it a curious sniff, then looks down at the woman who gave it to him. " ...this a snack? "

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i miss playing dungeons and dragons

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chewing on all of you tbh

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waylon and his two pairs of pants: the old, shredded, worn out jeans he's had for 80 million years; and the old, shredded, worn out arkham jumpsuit pants he's had for 80 million years.

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Send a 🥚 for my muse to receive an egg

Sender or receiver may specify what kind of egg

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There’s a bad moon on the rise. independent killer croc. written by boar. established 2022

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truly sorry to any mutual who's added me on discord expecting to yap with me on the daily. i might say two words to you every 5 weeks. i'm not a talker.

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tbh idk why I'm in trouble for biting you when you're the dipshit that kept sticking their fingers in my enclosure but whatever

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happy munday

this is me btw. if you even care.