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just guys being dudes

I for the life of me couldn't find the creator of the quote if you know the creator of the quote, tag them plzzz :3

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Augh I hope this makes sense I've spent like half a day in my notes app trying yo format this lmao 😭

But could you write a valentines day letter from Scarecrow to his lover, but like, his lover has been missing for a while now, so it has this vibe of "I'm going to give this to you when I find you", if that makes sense??

The pains of being a non-native english speaker asdfgh

"Somewhere Safe" Scarecrow x Reader Love Letter (Valentine's Day event 2025)

No worries, my love! I only speak english so I promise me trying to write in yours would be infinitely worse. Also ouch ouch, pain. This is for the now over Valentine's Day Event!

TW: mentions of death/maiming

The following paper is kept in a damaged envelope. The crisp white paper has been crinkled, creased and a variety of minor scuffs to keep it on one's person at all times. The letter inside has been folded, re-folded- There are smudges of thumb prints in the ink, and the familiar appearance of a liquid that long since dried over the paper. It gives the impression that this of all letters, was the most difficult one to write.

To my faraway crow,

First, I should be sorry I was not with you the night you disappeared. Should I have known that the time I kissed your head, it would be the last time I touched you- I would not have let you go. I would have held you within the cage of my grasp even if you'd begged for release. If I had been aware that months would pass and no word, you would have never left my sight.

I wish I could say the fear I've experienced at the myriad of scenarios that could have befallen you could have gained me something. Insight. A stronger sense of purpose. Which is worse, laying in bed and picturing your dismemberment by the hands of an enemy most cruel? Or that perhaps you left? You've simply left after burrowing into the chambers of my heart and soul, leaving only gaps my flesh cannot close.

In taking pen to paper, there's a superstition that you will be back to read it. You must I believe this. I've looked and scoured Gotham and other cities, so I must believe that in writing this, I manifest it into the world that I will be the one to hand it to you. I will continue to search for you, my love, even as my bones ache. If death takes me, my ghost will dredge the world beyond until our corpses can bind.

You are merely waiting somewhere safe. Just outside of my reach, you remain in the veil until I reach you. I will be Orpheus, yet I will not look back. Once I've held you again, I will know you are there.

For love that transcends such as ours cannot be broken by the forces that puppeteer us,

Jon

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Just wanted to say I loooove that you gave Gorshin!Riddler some love in your art - stumbled across it recently and it's SO fun. Frank Gorshin's Riddler is my all-time favourite, and it's just so lovely to see him getting a little bit of recognition since he's surprisingly underrated on this app, lol

But yeah, love your artstyle!

You're absolutely right! Dano's my darling, but his roots can be traced back all the way to this guy! He's a trendsetter and we love'im around here :3

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Victor Zsasz

"Hell and You" Gotham Zsasz x F!Reader Valentine's Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

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Found ur blog a few months ago and I LOVE ur writing 🙌🙌 I would like to drop in a date night prompt with Gotham Zsasz. His s/o is a fellow hitman/enforcer (maybe they have a history of some rivalry 👀). She’s reserved and introspective, but still tough and has a dry sense of humor, if slightly awkward (she’s kinda giving Dexter LMAO). The date could take place at an underground bar/club. I’m not sure how it would end, but honestly with these two? Anything goes

"Hell and You" Gotham Zsasz x F!Reader Valentine's Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

Fuck yes! It's funny, I've been on a Zsasz kick lately so I'm glad I got an ask for that guy. Also I never watched Dexter so forgive me if I'm not catching the exact vibe;;; This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event. You can still submit prompts for this until I wake up tomorrow (2/21/25)!

also uh, I made a spotify playlist for Zsasz because I kept getting pulled away and having to start and stop was fucking with my concentration. So bonus.

TW: Very suggestive verging on nsfw, some oral fixation

The staircase was one of the sketchiest you had ever seen. That was really saying something considering the places you'd had to frequent for your "job" in the past. It went to an underground floor level, the only indication of there being a club was a handwritten sign that said "The Hellhole" along the wall. Was this the moment Victor would pull your plug, so to speak?

Really, that'd be almost impressive for him to act out a longer-term con like that just for a hit. You'd been dating for several months now. It was all so new- Paranoia sat in your stomach for just a moment. It was healthy in your fields of work. Despite that, you decided to trust your boyfriend and descend down. Still, you allowed your fingers to trace the glock pistol slung to your thigh under the long coat you wore.

Eye scanned the crowd as you entered the club. Music thrummed into the floor and wracked up your body. The dim lighting was accentuated with the occasional pop of color from the dance floor lights. Every face could be a potential target. Someone in the way. A threat. Even on a good night, it paid to pay attention.

Yet even in the sea of people, you could see Victor wave at you from the bar. There was a rose on the tabletop. Those dark eyes drew you closer, as they always had. For not having any hair, it was those eyes that you'd noticed on your first meeting. Competing hitmen, on the same job- he'd snatched it from you which only started something much bigger.

Almost a year of stealing each other's kills, almost killing each other... Winks and stray bullets in a cocktail of snarky commentary only added fuel. When the two of you had drank your fill of it he'd finally popped the question- After a strange date at a vegan burger place, you sort of... kept going out. He brought something out of you that no one else seemed to. The two of you were awkward with others but... awkward together.

Then there was the way he looked at you, the way he was looking at you right now- Like you were the only one in the room. After a life of hiding in crowds and the darkness to get where you needed to be, it was like being seen for the first time.

"Hey, you." He practically purred, getting up to hug and kiss your cheek before sitting back down, "I was worried you'd gotten lost."

You sank into the seat next to him, "That for me?"

"Thorn for my thorn?" Victor slid the still-thorned rose over before a hand went to your knee. It crept up, his fingers grasping the gun holster on your thigh, "That for me?"

"Only if you misbehave." You flagged down the bartender, loosely pointing to your partner, "Whatever he's having."

Victor leaned over then, kissing just before the tragus of your ear, "Don't tease me. I just might." The kiss went lower, to the place where your jawline met your neck. Then he was back in his seat with a grin neat-as-you-please.

The drink was placed in front of you. You noted the mix of colors in a purple to black gradient.

"How much money do you think it would take to pay a guy to poison a stranger at the bar?" Victor asked knowingly.

He liked playing games.

You sipped the drink. The sweet taste of cherries and blackberries blended with the harsh burn of whatever liquor there was.

"Not enough, apparently." You quipped.

His laugh was more of a bark in the click of noise in the current song. Something in you knew he wouldn't hurt you, despite what years of experience whispered to you from the shadows. The imaginary therapist you probably needed noted how that may have effected past relationships. That was then, though, and now? Now, you slid a foot onto his chair and finished the drink.

"Why here?"

He hummed, pulling you up to your feet, "I wanted to dance somewhere people wouldn't stare. Nice, dark and scuzzy." He almost shrugs at the question, as if you should have figured it out. He took his own jacket off before assisting in taking yours off and slid the bartender a bill to keep an eye on them and the rose.

As a beat blared through the speakers above you, the two of you wove into the edge of the crowd of hot bodies. Lots of black, lots of piercings and the general attitude of leaving everything else out the door. You couldn't say Victor was the best dancer, but he moved in a way you followed, bodies melting together. Lips brushing exposed patches of skin until the two of you were making out as you moved.

The taste of your drinks passed over your tongues even as you separated- A trail of saliva lilting from his grin. You couldn't help but put a thumb between his teeth and cheek, extending the grin.

"You look awfully proud of yourself for foreplay." You leaned in with a grin of your own. Then, as you noted someone in the crowd being nosy, you tilted your head and stared until they looked away. It made him laugh.

He hummed, "Careful, I could bite-"

"Bite me then, dog." You pulled your thumb away, wiping it off on his cheek. You leaned closer before teasing the tip of your tongue at his mouth.

Victor's carefree nature seemed to break for a moment as he pulled you towards a nearby unoccupied corner. His hand roughly grabbed the shoulder of your outfit, pulling it and your bra strap out of his way. A moan left you as his teeth sunk in. Just so to not break skin, but enough to leave a nice bruise later. He smothered your neck in nips and kisses, panting.

His cheek rubbed against yours and you could feel how tight his pants were against your leg, "You make me crazy, you know? We could fuck right here and I don't think anyone would notice."

"Is that what you want?" Your leg pressed between his, your thigh giving friction to his obvious hard-on, "Right here?"

A small hump against your leg and he sighed. The palm of his hand slid under your chin, taking hold of your face, "I don't think I want to share just now. Besides, things I want to do to you? Might get us arrested."

"Like what?" You pulled him by the belt, forcing more pressure against his cock with your leg.

He seethed, "This dog is going to eat you alive."

"Then I guess we better move this to your place." You kissed him on the lips, inspiring him to wrap his arms around your body. It was... loving. His fingers smoothed into your hair and you could feel his smile.

The two of you made a swift and hasty exit, coats thrown back on. Victor cut himself on the rose as the thorns dug into his hand. The pain of it was thrilling- Just a start to a very good night.

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hey! Could we get some silly btas scarecrow art mayhaps? If you're willing!

ABSOLUTELY!!! his BTAS design is my favorite to draw, I LOVE Arkham Knight's, but he's got so many bits n bobs,,, BTAS has a demure simplicity about her <3

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Hello all! Today/tomorrow are the last days for this year to request these and basically skip the ask box wait. After that, it's closing up shop on this specific event until next year!

Foxy Valentine's Event 2025

Hello, darlings!

I've missed you. Perhaps you've even missed me. The second half of 2024 and the first part of 2025 have really kicked my ass. But I digress! The poll speaks for itself, we're doing dates AND love letters again.

OPTIONS: Personalized love letters and/or Date Night HCS

RULES:

We're starting the moment this is posted and because I'm starting late, we will be going to the 20th this year. Priority does come to these, I promise I'm going to get to the rest of the asks in my box.

Honor system, this year people can have up to three asks per person! Do all love letters, all date nights, combination- whatever your little heart desires.

FOR BOTH: give me the character of your choice! And here are the overall writing rules. Prompts are encouraged. Tell me about "you." Whether it's an OC or an S/I, give me details to paint who they are. Gush!

For love letters: Who is the letter addressed to? Is it a spicy letter, one of romance, maybe even angst? Maybe you want to tell you're favorite rogue you platonically love them!

For Date Night: Tell me about your date! What's the venue, what are the activities, is it a first date or later on- don't be afraid of talking too much. Romantic, spicy, both? How did you picture it ending?

As a reminder, please do not interact with my blog if you are a minor under the age of 18. If I see you are a minor, I will block you.

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this city fucking sucks

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Heisenberg suckers!! I'm reopening these two old ychs, for anyone who's interested!!

One is 70eur, both for 110eur!

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Date night prompt with Croc, valentines date night in, but uh oh, SO didn't even realize it's Valentine's Day because they've never had someone willing to actually celebrate it with them.

Idk I just get all fuzzy inside thinking about coming home to a big ass bouquet of roses and someone cooking some of my favorite foods for dinner for me lol

"Memorable Valentine's" Killer Croc x Reader Valentine's Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

Alright, you will have to give me a tiny bit of grace because I am guessing at foods you like. Hope you enjoy spice! This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

TW: Suggestive

It had all begun one evening in mid-January. The grocery store was assembling holiday endcaps and displays for Valentine's Day. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals- Whatever would sell and make money. The two of you were just picking up some things. Waylon pushed the cart as you glanced at the red and pink layout.

"I've never been a Valentine's Day person." You thought aloud, then explained, "Never had anyone that wanted to do it with me... I kind of forget about it, you know?" It was off-hand- You assured Waylon you were happy to have someone to celebrate with this year.

Even then, Waylon knew you were likely going to forget this entire conversation, along with the holiday itself. It wasn't out of malice or not caring- He was the same way. In that vein, however, the mental note became a beacon for him. He needed this first Valentine's Day together to be perfect. Or, at the very least, good.

The issue in retrospect was Waylon had also never had someone for the day before. What did boyfriends normally do on this day...? Flowers? Yeah, he could do that. Chocolate? He's pretty sure he knows your favorite kind. The food- he's never liked a fancy restaurant where people stare at him. Plus, you actually liked his cooking, so...

Still, he texted several rogues who had more experience with this sort of thing. Advice ranged from the helpful to... well. Frankly, couyon kind of shit. The recommendation to hold the gaudy place on sixth hostage might have been the worst. Seriously, what was that Nygma guy's deal? All for oysters?

Pamela offered a favor for a favor. Roses, cultivated by hers truly for some muscle in the future. What Waylon hadn't expected was her to show up after you'd left for the day with a bouquet that swept just above the floor. Cross-bred, burgundy, and pink, and when she tried to explain the science behind it, he felt like his head was going to spin.

Admittedly, they looked stunning on the dining room table. Wrapped chocolates you liked surrounding them on the table... Then it would just be food. He'd thought on it for some time. Something... good but maybe fancy?

Coq au vin. Chicken stew with bacon, mushrooms- whatever you liked or disliked, he tweaked it to your tastes. By the time he heard the jingle of your keys by the door, the house smelled of spices, cooked wine, and felt pleasantly warm. He waited to hear the pitter of your steps to the dining room.

"Oh fuck, it's Valentine's Day." He heard you drop your bag and jacket, "I'm so sorry Waylon, I-"

"Forgot?" He laughed, placing bowls filled with food on the table, "I knew it."

"And you made dinner?" Your hand went to your face, "I'm such a jerk-"

"Aw, sha, no, no." Waylon wrapped his arms over you, patting your head, "I wanted this to be about you. You said you'd never had it like this before, so... I'm making it memorable. C'mon, sit down."

Gently, with your hands in his, he pulled you into a chair before putting a bowl in front of you. Then, he plucked the bud of a rose with his claw-like nails and tucked the flower into your hair behind your ear. The knuckle of his hand traced along your cheek to your jaw. Always careful to not hurt you even on accident.

The first bite of food was almost emotional. It was savory, flavorful and it gave you that safe at home feeling. Perhaps you did get a little teary eyed given everything. All of this and you hadn't even gotten him a card.

"It's so good..." You murmured, "Waylon-"

"Nah, don't." He waved his hand, "You love me?"

"So much. Waylon, I love you." Your hand went to his arm, the scales seeming to almost shiver under your skin.

He shrugged, "That's all I want. You want to do something, get me next year, huh?"

A beat passed after he took another bite.

"...Shit. I love you, too." Waylon started, then got flustered, "Not shit- I- Ah, fuck it. Hope you like your coq au vin."

It was there. It was right there and you couldn't help it, "You hope I like my cock?"

"Don't eat too much, I hope you like my cock-"

"Dessert, right?"

"Sha, you're gonna kill me." He laughed with a wheeze before leaning to kiss you, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Waylon."

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DON'T DO IT CRANE! 🐊🎃🦇☠️

I don't know what possessed me, but I saw that wrestler meme, and if that doesn't perfectly sum up arkham asylum IDK what does. So naturally I had to draw it LMAO

I legit had so much fun with this NJOVJDFBDSJBS from coloring to lineart I really enjoyed making this one! and its my first time drawing Killer Croc AND Asylum Scarecrow. (I love this man, but can we agree his mask is really badly designed in asylum-)

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I was halfway through a Valentine's ask, saved it on my phone in my drafts. I go to my computer and check- it's gone. I go back to my phone- now it's gone there too despite it being there less than an hour before. I know I didn't save over it. I'm so pissed I can't stand myself.

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If they let the riddler serve cunt again, he should wear this

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They released a Gotham Gazette newspaper and there’s so many Easter eggs in there ahhh I love it

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Subjecting you all to a transparent background Riddler

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Heyy, if it's not too late for the Valentine's requests, could I please make one?? Maybe a love letter + a date Night with Harvey/Two-face? I love the way you write them, sm!! Simultaneously at odds and in sync. Both having a distinct personality but also being the same (listen your pastel-goth fic was like one of the first harvey fics I ever read, and I've re-read it so many times!!!)

For the love letter: the person it's addressed to is very cheerful,happy go lucky. She's really sweet and both harvey and harv's biggest cheerleader. She also really loves cute things and plushies.

For the date: I was thinking maybe a retro date (1960's?) Like driving around town in a convertible,making out at the red lights. Going to an old ice cream parlor and sharing an ice cream float. Maybe they end up talking with the reader, gushing about how much she loves both of them. Lots of cute touches, hugging, kisses, just reader and harvey/harv showing eachother how much they love the other. Maybe at the end harvey surprise her with a plushie or flowers or chocolates just like a cute gesture.

I'm so sorry if this isn't a good prompt or if it's too cheesy/demanding. Feel free to ignore.

"Drive-In Movie Double Feature" Two-Face X F!Reader Letter and a Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

So, the prompts are more than fine, but normally I'd rather these prompts be separate since they're two different "types," you know? It makes it easier for me to write and keep organized. I'll do it this time in one ask and try to feed one to the other.

But mostly, thank you. I don't get a ton of requests for Just Two-Face (understandable), but I really planned out exactly how I wanted my take on him to be. There's a lot of nuance in a condition that doesn't fit a strict diagnosis and I cannot stand the (duh-duh-duh) EVIL PERSONALITY trope. Makes me livid and I think if you're going to write characters with mental illness, they deserve better. This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

ANYWAYS-

TW: None

The letter is being held by a soft purple teddy bear, accompanied by a bouquet of roses, half red and half lavender. The flowers themselves are tied with a neat black lace ribbon, while the bear has a little vest, split down the middle black and white as you'd see Two-Face wear. When you open the letter the first thing that may stick out to you is the particular way your lover writes. It was a messy and tight cursive, Harvey always joked lawyers had god-awful penmanship. Then there were "moments" or "shifts" where the loops grew larger, the writing loose and there were smudges where the writer leaned their hand on still-wet ink.

To Themis,

Something to brighten up your morning. There was a while where we couldn't decide if you should have one bear with the dual vest or two bears or- We used a coin-flip. This is the beginning of the day. Truthfully, you deserve more than we could offer you, even on a day dedicated to devotion. To a woman capable of unifying our double-vision.

You make our world a little less bleak. In an existence trapped in the vice between black and white, perspective can be... limited. You remind us of the nuance in it all. Keep us grounded when our choices tear us to split ends. Normally all that positivity can make you choke. Yet you- You always know how to sprinkle the perfect ratio of sugar onto a bitter pill.

You accept all of it as it is. I've seen you. When things get maladjusted by some jackass in my office- You're there, putting it back into place. When it feels like rage is too overwhelming, it's your hand that's cooling me off. Nothing fixes the way I am. But, if you don't help me make sense of some of it...

Tonight, we're painting the town our colors. It's all been set up- Just the kind of thing you go for. There's a little number for you in the hall closet. You'll know it when you see it. I had some meetings this morning, but I'm racing to pick you up right after.

Love,

There are two signatures at the bottom. Both in their handwriting- similar yet distinctive.

Harvey, Harv

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The outfit he had chosen for you was far too much- far too cute, you'd like to say. The red-colored dress had a full skirt, dark burgundy embroidery in stripes along the bottom. A collared sweetheart neckline accentuated the pale pink pearls that waited for you in the bathroom. Then, once you were picked up, Harv dangled one last accessory for you- one he seemed particularly proud of- A heart-shaped backpack embroidered and decorated to have the appearance of a vintage-style valentine. The edges were styled with frilled white lace.

He had a smirk along the burned edge of their face, "We did a flip. He got to pick the dress. I got to pick the purse. Eh- Harvey didn't do too bad- I figured he'd pick out a smock." As the purse slid into your hand, he used the opportunity to twirl you around.

Harvey stopped you for a kiss, "We did a good job, together." The kiss was too tempting to stay into right there.

Yet it was then he whisked you away to the street where he presented a 1960 Nash Metropolitan convertible copycat with a mobile soft top- A convertible that traditionally came in two-tone colors, this one specifically in blue and white. It was a newer acquisition... The fact it matched the idea of the date was a pleasant coincidence, he thought.

There was an ice cream parlor that you had mentioned eyeing for it's diner aesthetics. Going on main streets where the speed limit allowed for perfect soft-top down conditions would make for a fun drive. Going the extra mile to steal a kiss during stoplights. It's not like anyone was going to see him and want to stop his car. Still, they drove in a way that wouldn't gather more attention than the obvious.

He'd taken his jacket off to cover your shoulders at the chill as you entered the place. At the counter was Harv's whistling voice, "Whatever she wants. I'll take a sip if I want one."

Harvey had never had a particular sweet tooth, one of many traits he actually shared with Harv in their communion. It worked out that you liked them- they could have as much as they wanted while the rest didn't go to waste. Perhaps it was something from being raised by a single mother, not wanting good things to go to waste. Maybe that was why he was reaching for your hand at the table.

"You know why we're doing this, right?" Two-Face asked.

You couldn't help but shrug as you sipped an ice cream float, "Because... It's Valentine's Day and you like me? Just a little?" The grin on your face went from ear to ear.

"Cute-" Harv growled before Harvey corrected, "No- I mean- yes. I... We love you. We don't always get to show you like this and-" For a moment, he actually looked crestfallen.

"I love you." was your sincere reply, "All of you." Your hand slid easily into theirs.

"Sometimes I worry-" Two-Face grimaces, "Not worry- Just- Damn it, let me-" There was a turmoil that was twisting his face, his anxiety and frustration making it worse.

"What are you thinking?" You played with the knuckles of his hand, soothing. Several beats passed in collection of thoughts.

A sigh, "What if it's too much someday? One day, you just... get tired of it?" There was a twitch in the way they spoke, an attempt to synchronize.

At the question, you brought his hand to your lips, "It'll never be too much. I'm not exactly perfect and you deal with me, too. It's- It's what you do when you love each other, right?"

"It's a treat dealing with you, though." He joked, "We don't want you to think we take you for granted, is all."

"I didn't. You don't have to buy my love to prove that." You reached over to kiss both sides of their face before the two of you finished up the float.

After the sweet treat and heart-to-heart, Two-Face informed you they had found a still-working drive-in movie theater that was showing old horror films. It was just a city over, sort of a hidden treasure. Menacing villains, cheesy effects... Just enough scares to get your heart racing. And, what do you know, a blanket for them to put over your laps before he put the top for the convertible back on.

They wouldn't get hands-y with you here. Not on a night like this- Although it was certainly tempting. What couldn't be resisted, however, was some of the rather specific merchandise he encountered at the food station when he went to grab you chocolates during the movie. It was hidden behind their back as they sauntered towards the car.

"I know you said I didn't need to buy your love-" Two-Face looked almost ashamed- almost, "But- c'mon, just look at it."

It was then he handed you two pink and white otter stuffed animals. Their hands were interlocked with a tag that simply said "I'm OTTER-ly mad about you!"

The two of you made out for the rest of the movie before going home and going straight to bed.