#I got silly with Jervis don't mind me

[gl1tchr]

can you tell I like giving characters middle names

GOTHAM CITY LIMITS ROGUE LORE DUMP!!!!!

[like-rain-or-confetti]

So apparently the ideas never stop!!

OHNO! The villainous 5 have been hit with Poison Ivy's love pheromones! And now they're super affectionate, lovey dovey and all that! When in public (being actual public, In front of their gangs, other villains, the batman/robins, and other big crime bosses they act cold, stoic, their usual persona) they are now like love a sick puppy, first love teenager, sappy giggling mess towards their s/o, and they don't know what to do. Who gets sees our love sick villains, and how do our heart eyed evil doers react to seeing the loves of their lives?😍😍😍 Who's giggling like a teenage girl?🥰🥰🥰 Writing their s/O's name with their last name?😚😚😚 Who is staring with their head in their hand while sighing with a goofy grin? 🥴🥴🥴Who has the picture with his marks all over it?😘😘😘 And all those sappy rom com scenarios lol. Have fun with this one, I think I have a part two in mind afterwards 😂😂😂😂

Ominous Heart Eyes

Ivy always does meddle in the most questionable ways.

Scarecrow: His mind was wandering as he twirled his pen through his fingers as he sat at his desk. You thought he was just giddy about his fear toxin. That wasn't the case. He wanted to be angry about Ivy but was too distracted by the thoughts of you. "Oh, (Y/N) Crane." He paused before his eyes gleamed. "Oh, I love the sound of that." You slow blinked before slowly turning to his henchmen. "...take him to arkham. Something is wrong." This wasn't the Jonathan Crane you knew... and it was freaking you out.

The Riddler: His head was in his hand with heart eyes. "Hi, sweetheart." He smiled at you adoringly. "Uh...hi?" You eyed him. "You're so pretty in that outfit today. You know you're always so beautiful, right?" You blinked a few times. Instinct told you to be polite and thank him, but you were so caught off guard that something else came out entirely. "...are you Clayface?" He chuckled. "You're so silly. Of course not." You paused. "You're not messing with me?" "Why would i do that?" He asked, leaning forward like he was actually interested in what you had to say...for once. You spoke up. "I've never been more terrified of you in my life."

Two-Face: Both seemed...hyper. "Uh...what are we doing?" You asked hesitantly. "As you're told." Harv' said and called. "Helen! Let me see your ring for a second!" Helen, the poor woman, approached. "Let (Y/N) try your ring on." She took it off, and he took Sarah's hand and tried to put the ring on. It was very close to a fit. "What size is this? What ring size are you?" Harvey asked. "L." Helen replied. "Why am I wearing Helen's ring?" You asked. "For a ring size." Harvey said. "You don't have to buy me a ring." You replied. "Of course I do, how can I propose without a ring? What do you take me for!?" Harvey exclaimed. "PROPOSE!?" You yelped. "Now I KNOW somethings not right-"

Black Mask: He had been staring at a picture of you he had framed on his desk all of a sudden. As in one day it wasnt there and the next day, it was there and you had no idea how he got that picture. He had been staring at it as his goons gave him an update on infiltration Maroni's territory but he made it clear he wasnt listening when he turned to you. "We should go." He said standing up. "But your-" You began but were cut off. "No buts...unless it's your ass. Get moving, we have more important things to deal with." He said steering you towards the door. "Such as?" You asked and he replied immediately. "Such as getting you in my bed."

Mad Hatter: He was acting weird...-er than usual. You imagined it wouldnt have mattered if Ivy meddled. Jervis in love was already rather obvious and out there. Suddenly, he lit up when you walked into the room. "You're not Alice!" At first you felt relief or even hope that his mental health was taking a turn. "Oh look, you're learning - no, adapting!" You smiled. Then you noticed something. "Jervis, is that my name on your wrist with a bunch of hearts around it?" He giggled and you frowned. "Wait, now you love me enough to bother writing my name on your wrist...but no other time?" It felt a little insulting actually. However, not enough to make a big deal out of. Nothing about jervis made sense most of the time. It just wasnt so good that Jervis was still giggling...amidst a crime scene swarming with the GCPD. "Jervis stop giggling at a crime scene-"

[iepurasdepraf]

I wrote this a bit ago for a thing, but I like it so here you go.

"Get up, get up, get up!" This is the start of your morning. This is the start to not every morning, but most. "Alice, you must get up! We're late! Late late late! Always late! Just like that silly rabbit." He is shaking you now, not harshly, but it's getting there. If you don't get up, he will leave bruises. He won't mean to, but bless his heart he just gets so excited. It's another day with you, together. Alice and the Hatter and whatever magical adventures the day dictates for you. 

"I don't want to take it!" He whines minutes later after you'd been rousted and ousted from the sanctuary of bed. You'd brushed your teeth and he'd brushed your hair because he does it the best, you know? He'd styled it just so. 

"But you must take them." You say trying to keep yourself from sounding irritated because it's 7:30 am on a Sunday. If you sound too harsh you'll hurt his feelings and make him cry. You don't want him to cry. You love this man, you truly do, and he loves you, but today he is in one of his moods and he's not having his medication.

"No, I don't think so." He says, crossing his arms, turning away from you with his nose in the air defiantly. "They make me feel funny. Too much sense, too much! I won't have them." "Not even for me?" You ask with just enough lilt in your voice to make it seem like he might have hurt your feelings. He hadn't, but as much as you didn't want to hurt him, he doesn't want to hurt you and you know that. You're a manipulative little shit when you need to be. For the greater good.

He side-eyes you. His absolutely stunning eyes narrow. Oh, the moths in the pit of your stomach fluter. Is he on to you? He's caught on before and it's caused a tantrum because you were playing dirty. He minds that more sometimes than he does others. Depends on if the day ends in y for as much sense as it makes. Jervis purses his lips, nose crinkling just some. You can practically hear the hex nut bouncing around in the spinning gears of his utterly brilliant mind until he says "Only if you let me pick what we have for breakfast." You can't help, but sigh in relief. He could have anything he wanted. "Of course." You just wanted what was best for him even if he didn't always see it that way.

He wanted a proper English breakfast, which you had to google what that was because he kept changing what was contained the three times he tried to explain it because he got distracted by you existing within a two foot radius of him while talking and started giggling and touching your hands. Which was cute, you admit, but not helpful. "Jervis, we don't have everything we need to-" Oh no. Oh fuck. You'd made a mistake. 

"Then we'll have to make a run to the shops!"

Not the shops. "Jervis..." He stood looking at you wide-eyed for a beat, just long enough to give you hope he was taking into consideration your social phobias and the fact a one hour shopping trip for anyone was at least three hours with him, but no."No breakfast, no medication."  He says after he'd plucked the pill organizer from the counter and shakes it at you with all the cheek and sass he could build up in that tiny frame. You acquiesce, somewhat bitterly, to his demands. You have no power here. 

Well, that’s not true. You and Jervis worked very hard to maintain a balance between the two of you. You are both control freaks and so it required a little give and take mutually to keep both sides of the scale even-keeled. 

Sometimes it was big things, like going to the store even though you’d rather just go back to bed because he had to take his medicine even if it was a little late. Sometimes it was small things, like letting Jervis be the one to be the bearer of the quarter required for getting the cart. It barely mattered and it made him happy. Why would you say no? 

In the store is where he pays you back for that small kindness. You do not like people. He doesn’t either, but not quite in the same way. He just doesn’t like them, they’re normal and likely judging him. On a bad day, actively plotting against him. Suspicious, paranoid. You, however, are afraid of them. So he lets you hold onto the back of his coat while he pushes the cart.

He body blocks with that tiny narrow body of his in the aisles. He even lets you pointlessly hide behind him if people come too close even though you’re several feet taller and they can plainly see you. You’d not be able to tell he only scraped up to 4’10 at his tallest by the way he puffs himself up to take up all the space he can to give you those few more precious inches of security. He’ll even let you hide in the dairy section, in that cleared out corner by the employee only doors, and pet your hands when it all becomes too much for a little while and you start to shake and hyperventilate. There there, love, he’d say, Jervis is here and the work nearly done. 

It’s all worth it to make him take his medicine, you remind yourself. He’s so worth it. 

He brings you a carton of butter pecan icecream because he knows it’s your favorite. 

You make sure he doesn’t get the spicy sausages because he sometimes gets too excited and just grabs things without looking.He gets distracted, he can’t help it. He’ll go for something and come back with something entirely else. His quarry forgotten halfway to it. You watch him go for beans and get drawn to fruit cocktail. You let him involve himself with the new can, read it, bring it to you all excited because there’s more cherries now. That’s lovely. “You forgot your beans.” Gasp. He’d forgotten his beans.

Off he goes to get them. You let him do this over and over because even if this place gets you in a cold sweat this is enrichment for him. He wants to go down every aisle and just look at things, you would rather only go down the ones you know have things you need on. It’s fine. He’s out. He’s with you. There’s more cherries in the can now. He’s happy and that’s all you want. He does eventually get those beans. He always eventually gets whatever it was he set out for. 

There’s a small argument over if back bacon is better than thick cut pork belly. Back bacon is more like a porkchop. It doesn’t get crispy and if you wanted a porkchop you’d just buy a goddamn porkchop. “Ah,” He says holding a ham steak for some reason “But you only need one of these bacon. You need many of those.” The ham steak has been added to the cart. You don’t know why. You don’t think he does either. “But these,” You say, shaking the package of Applegate Uncured Sunday Bacon at him “Taste better.” “That is subjective!” He argues putting his hands on his hips, feeling all that vinegar from the fish and chips in his veins about it. “It’s bland.” “It’s lean!” “It’s a porkchop.” “You love porkchops!” This goes on for twenty minutes. Neither of you win the argument. There are people looking at you.

You leave the store having somehow spent twice the amount you expected to both of you completely forgetting the mushrooms. The ride home is comfortable and quiet. He’s had his excitement for the day. You’ve had yours for the week if not the month. He got bubbles at some point. You don’t remember paying for them. “I’m hungry.” He says while your both carrying in the bags. It’s 10:27am on a Sunday. “What’s for brunch?” “Full english.” You say. He’s very excited about that, oh yes. “I don’t know if we have any beans though, can’t have a full english without beans.” He says looking so worried it hurts a little. You reach into the bag and tahdah. His beans. He gasps! You’re a magician to him for a few giddy seconds. 

Cooking with him is always a delight and this time he’s showing you how to make something. Usually it was the other way around. Jervis was simply more of a baker while you were more of a cook. Nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with that at all. He shows you just how to cook the tomatoes, the potatoes, the sausages to English specification. You know how to cook these things, but he’s so excited to show you that you don’t say anything about it even if this is the twenty third or so time he’s shown you.

He can’t do sunny side up eggs, while he enjoys the taste he can’t endure the texture and you don’t subject him to them. You scramble them just the way he likes with a little splash of milk and he’s hugging your leg because you remembered! It means so much that you always remember things like that. 

He watches you cook the back bacon and nods in approval when you flip it at what was apparently the right time. He has a spot he likes to sit in, he has a plate he likes to eat off of, a fork, a cup. You know and you make sure you don’t use anything else. He makes his own cuppa because his taste in tea is ever changing and what he liked yesterday isn’t what he likes today. 

“Don’t forget,” You say, setting his pill container by his plate while you’re putting up the rest of the groceries. “to take your medicine.” “Oh!” He hurriedly takes them, washing them down with his tea before he even gets in his chair to eat. “Thank you, darling. What would I do without you?” You smile and just shrug. You don’t know and you don’t want to think about it.

He beams at you and for a split second right at the end of his expression there’s a look on his face. Like he knows something. A split second of lucidity? Maybe. Or maybe he’d put on yet another brilliant performance as a mad man who tricks you into getting out of the house with his Machiavellian machinations of very specific breakfasts. You couldn’t tell. Maybe he just didn’t like how you were watching him sit down because he was short and the chair was tall. He’d never tell and it wasn’t something you would ever ask. 

“Oh,” You look up from the sausage you’re eating straight out of the pan “Something wrong?” He looks sheepishly at you “You were right about the bacon.”

[2-guns-b1tch]

I’ve got my eye on you, Valentine! 💘

Pairing: General!Scarecrow x F!Reader

I’m super late for Valentines Day (I’m on vacation cut me some slack) but o finally finished this. Some characters may feel a little bit ooc and the pacing may be a little fast, but I tried my best I hope you guys like this.

Rating : General Audience. A little bit of angst, but mostly fluff.

For most of his life, Jonathan hated Valentine's Day.

He remembered the time at school when the day finally came and all the kids were exchanging cards, but Jonathan only found his box empty. Worse were the few times when he actually received a letter and there was that temporary feeling of happiness, only to later discover that it was all a cruel joke from his classmates.

Who in their right mind would have a crush on Jonathan Crane? The lanky, weird boy who always wore patched clothes and had his face buried in books.

Over the years, the date stopped being terrifying and became just annoying. Jonathan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he noticed that stores hanging up the pink and red decorations, how couples seemed even more clingy in public and the chubby image of the Cupid with his little bow was everywhere he looked.

Deep down, there was still that disappointment, the loneliness that seemed to follow him wherever he went, but he tried to cover up any silly feelings with his work and studies. He didn't have time for romance. He didn't need the chocolates or teddy bears or stupid cards.

And that was why Jonathan felt in a bad mood today.

"Valentine's Day. February 14th. Day to celebrate the martyr Saint Valentin.” Calendar Man whispers to himself as the Arkham staff handed out colored paper and blunt scissors to the patients.

For some reason they thought it was a constructive activity to make Valentine's Day cards. Nonsense. Nobody was interested in this stupid holiday. Well, except Harley who seemed to squirm in her seat with excitement.

Jonathan stares at you from across the room. You looked concentrated, your tongue tucked between your lips as you took the red paper and cut it into the shape of a heart. Your eyes meet for a second and you smile sweetly at him before Jonathan looks away.

You were a relatively new piece in Gotham's criminal world, but you had already done enough noise to be sent to Arkham by the Batman.

You and Jonathan got along well, you could even say you were friends, but nothing more than that. You seemed to actually pay attention to his lectures about fear and the human brain and he liked listening to you talk as well.

Maybe he could do something for you. You were kind after all. And funny, your laugh never failed to bring a smile to his lips. And smart. And beautiful. And…

Jonathan shakes his head. God, the doctors were right about him finally going crazy. You would never accept anything he gave you. Jonathan had always been the weird kid and that hadn't changed.

“Out of ideas, Jon?” Edward asks as he spies over Jonathan’s shoulder.

“No,” he says without looking at him. "I won’t do anything."

“Oh my friend, don’t be so grumpy,” Tetch says, cutting out several paper bunnies holding hands. “Would you like us to make a card for you?”

“No,” he says again, crossing his arms. “I don’t want anything from either of you.”

Edward follows his vision to you, a mischievous grin on his face. “Let me guess, you’re embarrassed to send her a Valentine’s card, aren’t you?”

Jonathan feels like he was back to his school days. Not exactly, since he didn't have any friends back then, but Edward was like an annoying friend pressuring Jonathan to confess to his crush.

“Don't say nonsense, Edward. I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Edward throws his head back in laughter. "Don’t be shy. You can tell us if you have a crush on someone. After all, we are your best friends, right, Jervis?”

Jervis at the moment seemed more interested in the paper hat he was making, so Edward decides not to wait for his answer.

“Come on, I can even help you,” Edward says, nudging him with his elbow. “Ok, write this down: What is a vampire’s sweetheart called? A ghoul-friend!”

Jonathan roll his eyes instantly. “That was terrible.”

“Trust me, women love riddles.” He winks, brushing his hair back.

“I won't take relationship advice from you, Edward.”

"What do you have to lose?"

“Let’s see…” he adjusts his glasses before starting to count on his fingers. “My dignity, my time, my patience…”

“You complicate things too much. Don’t tell me you’re scared.” The look Edward gives him is challenging, a smirk on his lips.

Jonathan opens his mouth to defend himself. Fear? He was the master of fear! He was the bogeyman that hid in the shadows. The nightmare of Gotham's citizens. But any complaints died on his tongue.

He stares at Edward full of venom before speaking again. “Pass me the damn crayon.”

Edward grabs a red crayon and hands it to Jonathan, still smiling smugly.

Jonathan curses under his breath as she folds a light pink sheet in half. The crayon stays in the air for a few seconds until he finds the right words and starts writing.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, from your friend Jonathan Crane.” He writes simply in his impeccable handwriting.

"Done. Satisfied?" He lifts the card into the air, showing it to Edward.

Edward wrinkles his nose. “This is so boring! It doesn’t even have hearts!”

“You're crossing the line, Edward.”

“Actually, he is right.” Tetch says in a moment of sudden clarity. “It’s a Valentine’s Day card, it should have lots and lots of hearts like mine!”

Tetch shows his card full of collages and details dedicated to his beloved and unreachable Alice.

Jonathan rolls his eyes again and sighs in defeat. He decides to add a small heart in the corner of the page, discreet enough that you might not notice it.

“Good enough,” Edward pats his shoulder before leaning back against his chair, looking pleased with himself.

The rational decision would be to throw the card away, but something about it stops Jonathan from doing so. Another dark part of him has the desire to add more details. Spilling out all his feelings and secrets until every corner of the paper was filled with sweet, silly things. But he holds back, clutching the crayon in his hand.

When the time runs out and the cards start to be handed out, his chest tightens.

Edward and Tetch were kind enough to hand Jonathan cards, although Tetch wrote nonsensical rhymes and Edward’s had a riddle that he answered before Jonathan could finish reading.

Even if Jonathan didn't want to admit it, he was grateful for them. Edward and Jervis could be difficult and annoying, but they were the closest thing he had to friends. It was an unlikely partnership, but it worked. Sometimes.

The two of you are the last people in the room when you get up and start walking towards him. It's at this moment that Jonathan realizes how fast his heart is beating inside his chest. How sweaty his hands are and how dry his throat is. He knows these symptoms very well. Fear. He was afraid.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Crane.” Your tone is light, but the way you say “doctor” sends a shiver down Jonathan’s spine. He swallows hard, giving a small nod.

"Evening."

"What you got there?" You ask.

Jonathan fumbles for a second before realizing you're referring to the cards in his hand.

“Oh, Edward and Jervis did this for me.” He feels heat rise to his face. Was he actually blushing?

"Can I see?"

Jonathan doesn't answer, just hands you the cards. Your lips stretch into a smile as you read what Jervis and Edward wrote.

“I didn’t know these two could be so cute.” Your gaze turns to him again. “They must really like you.”

“Don't be fooled. They can be truly horrible when they want to.” Jonathan says in a somewhat playful tone and you chuckle.

“And from who it is this last one?” You gesture your head towards the card in his hand.

He squeezes the paper even tighter between his fingers. He could just lie. Forget about this silly Valentine's Day idea and tear that damn card into little pieces.

But the way you look at him, full of expectation, makes Jonathan's heart melt inside his chest.

“Well, it’s… for you.”

“Oh, good, because I made one for you too.”

He stares at you dumbfounded for a few seconds in silence.

"Really?" It's stupid, but he can't help but ask. He feels like a kid again, like at any moment the curtain will fall and everyone will laugh at him for believing anyone could ever like poor Jonathan.

“Of course it’s for you, silly. Who else would it be for?” You wink at him, handing him the card.

Jonathan takes it with trembling fingers, handing his to you as well. The paper feels like it will disappear from his hands at any moment, but it is so real, so tangible.

You glued some big and small hearts on the front with “Happy Valentine’s Day” written on the bottom in red ink. He rubs his thumb over your handwriting, trying to savor every detail. When he finally opens the card an unconscious smile spreads across his face. You had made a simple drawing of a crow holding an eye in it’s beak and on the side it said “I’ve got my eye on you, Valentine.”

"Did you like it?" Your voice pulls him back to reality.

“I… Yes, of course.” He clears his throat, trying to compose himself. “But I’m afraid mine isn’t as good as yours.”

And then he notices the way you are holding the card, pressed against your chest like something valuable.

"I loved it. Seriously. But I think you forgot a little something.”

“Sorry for the lack of details. I don’t have much practice with this.”

You shake your head, chuckling softly. "It's not that. You forgot to ask me if I want to be your Valentine.”

He waits for the the joke to sink in and for the moment you brush him off with a laugh, but you don’t stop staring at him with a serious expression.

He hates it. He hates it how exposed he feels. How bare his is before you. He hates even more how he hopes this not some kind of joke afte all.

“Stop playing with me.” He almost sounds like he's begging.

"This isn’t a joke."

"You can’t be serious."

You cross your arms, frowning your eyebrows at him. "Why not? Why is it so hard to believe that I want this?

“Oh, please. This is ridiculous. Is this some kind of prank? I have been the target of this kind of joke before and belive me when I say they aren’t funny.”

“Oh my God! You’re can be so dense sometimes!” You sigh in frustration, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Well, if you're not going to ask me, then I will. Jonathan Crane would you like to be my Valentine?”

If he was blushing before, now his face is burning hot. His brain is a mess of emotions, but it’s unable to actually form any coherent words. He can’t even remember the last time he was speechless.

You’re staring at him and he knows he needs to say something. Anything! Jonathan could never forgive himself if he ever let you go without knowing how much you matter to him. So he decides to do the only thing he is capable of.

He approaches you slowly so as not to startle you, his eyes searching for any indication of discomfort, but you dont move a muscle. He leans towards you and when he's sure you want this, he presses his lips against your cheek.

The kiss is shy and quick, barely brushing your skin, but when Jonathan pulls away you're staring at him as if he'd placed the stars in the sky.

“Yes,” He finally manages to say, “I would like to be your valentine.”

Before you can say anything, a guard appears in the room, interrupting your intimate moment.

“What are you two still doing here? You should be in group therapy. Come on, move before you get in trouble!" The guard orders.

In any other situation Jonathan would be annoyed, but now he just does what the guard says, pulling you out of the room with him.

The two of you sit silently side by side on the chairs positioned in a circle with the other patients. Jonathan knows someone is babbling something in the background, but all he can focus on right now is how your knee is touching his.

Jonathan catches you staring at him, your lips stretched into the sweetest smile he's ever seen and he can't help but smile too.

This may be the best Valentine’s Day he had in a long time.

[reviviscencegruiform]

Here you are, anon.

"Get up, get up, get up!" This is the start of your morning. This is the start to not every morning, but most. "Alice, you must get up! We're late! Late late late! Always late! Just like that silly rabbit." He is shaking you now, not harshly, but it's getting there. If you don't get up, he will leave bruises. He won't mean to, but bless his heart he just gets so excited. It's another day with you, together. Alice and the Hatter and whatever magical adventures the day dictates for you. 

"I don't want to take it!" He wines minutes later after you'd been rousted and ousted from the sanctuary of bed. You'd brushed your teeth and he'd brushed your hair because he does it the best, you know? He'd styled it just so. 

"But you must take them." You say trying to keep yourself from sounding irritated because it's 7:30 am on a Sunday. If you sound too harsh you'll hurt his feelings and make him cry. You don't want him to cry. You love this man, you truly do, and he loves you, but today he is in one of his moods and he's not having his medication.

"No, I don't think so." He says, crossing his arms, turning away from you with his nose in the air defiantly. "They make me feel funny. Too much sense, too much! I won't have them." "Not even for me?" You ask with just enough lilt in your voice to make it seem like he might have hurt your feelings. He hadn't, but as much as you didn't want to hurt him, he doesn't want to hurt you and you know that. You're a manipulative little shit when you need to be. For the greater good.

He side-eyes you. His absolutely stunning eyes narrow. Oh, the moths in the pit of your stomach flutter. Is he on to you? He's caught on before and it's caused a tantrum because you were playing dirty. He minds that more sometimes than he does others. Depends on if the day ends in y for as much sense as it makes. Jervis purses his lips, nose crinkling just some. You can practically hear the hex nut bouncing around in the spinning gears of his utterly brilliant mind until he says "Only if you let me pick what we have for breakfast." You can't help, but sigh in relief. He could have anything he wanted. "Of course." You just wanted what was best for him even if he didn't always see it that way.

He wanted a proper English breakfast, which you had to google what that was because he kept changing what was contained the three times he tried to explain it because he got distracted by you existing within a two foot radius of him while talking and started giggling and touching your hands. Which was cute, you admit, but not helpful. "Jervis, we don't have everything we need to-" Oh no. Oh fuck. You'd made a mistake. 

"Then we'll have to make a run to the shops!"

Not the shops. "Jervis..." He stood looking at you wide-eyed for a beat, just long enough to give you hope he was taking into consideration your social phobias and the fact a one hour shopping trip for anyone was at least three hours with him, but no."No breakfast, no medication."  He says after he'd plucked the pill organizer from the counter and shakes it at you with all the cheek and sass he could build up in that tiny frame. You acquiesce, somewhat bitterly, to his demands. You have no power here. 

Well, that’s not true. You and Jervis worked very hard to maintain a balance between the two of you. You are both control freaks and so it required a little give and take mutually to keep both sides of the scale even-keeled. 

Sometimes it was big things, like going to the store even though you’d rather just go back to bed because he had to take his medicine even if it was a little late. Sometimes it was small things, like letting Jervis be the one to be the bearer of the quarter required for getting the cart. It barely mattered and it made him happy. Why would you say no? 

In the store is where he pays you back for that small kindness. You do not like people. He doesn’t either, but not quite in the same way. He just doesn’t like them, they’re normal and likely judging him. On a bad day, actively plotting against him. Suspicious, paranoid. You, however, are afraid of them. So he lets you hold onto the back of his coat while he pushes the cart. He body-blocks with that tiny narrow body of his in the aisles. He even lets you pointlessly hide behind him if people come too close even though you’re several feet taller and they can plainly see you. You’d not be able to tell he only scraped up to 4’10 at his tallest by the way he puffs himself up to take up all the space he can to give you those few more precious inches of security. He’ll even let you hide in the dairy section, in that cleared out corner by the employee only doors, and pet your hands when it all becomes too much for a little while and you start to shake and hyperventilate. There there, love, he’d say, Jervis is here and the work nearly done. 

It’s all worth it to make him take his medicine, you remind yourself. He’s so worth it. 

He brings you a carton of butter pecan ice-cream because he knows it’s your favorite. 

You make sure he doesn’t get the spicy sausages because he sometimes gets too excited and just grabs things without looking.He gets distracted, he can’t help it. He’ll go for something and come back with something entirely else. His quarry forgotten halfway to it. You watch him go for beans and get drawn to fruit cocktail. You let him involve himself with the new can, read it, bring it to you all excited because there’s more cherries now. That’s lovely. “You forgot your beans.” Gasp. He’d forgotten his beans. Off he goes to get them. You let him do this over and over because even if this place gets you in a cold sweat this is enrichment for him. He wants to go down every aisle and just look at things, you would rather only go down the ones you know have things you need on. It’s fine. He’s out. He’s with you. There’s more cherries in the can now. He’s happy and that’s all you want. He does eventually get those beans. He always eventually gets whatever it was he set out for. 

There’s a small argument over if back bacon is better than thick cut pork belly. Back bacon is more like a pork-chop. It doesn’t get crispy and if you wanted a pork-chop you’d just buy a goddamn pork-chop. “Ah,” He says holding a ham steak for some reason “But you only need one of these bacon. You need many of those.” The ham steak has been added to the cart. You don’t know why. You don’t think he does either. “But these,” You say, shaking the package of Applegate Uncured Sunday Bacon at him “Taste better.” “That is subjective!” He argues putting his hands on his hips, feeling all that vinegar from the fish and chips in his veins about it. “It’s bland.” “It’s lean!” “It’s a pork-chop.” “You love pork-chops!” This goes on for twenty minutes. Neither of you win the argument. There are people looking at you.

You leave the store having somehow spent twice the amount you expected to both of you completely forgetting the mushrooms. The ride home is comfortable and quiet. He’s had his excitement for the day. You’ve had yours for the week if not the month. He got bubbles at some point. You don’t remember paying for them. “I’m hungry.” He says while your both carrying in the bags. It’s 10:27am on a Sunday. “What’s for brunch?” “Full English.” You say. He’s very excited about that, oh yes. “I don’t know if we have any beans though, can’t have a full English without beans.” He says looking so worried it hurts a little. You reach into the bag and tahdah. His beans. He gasps! You’re a magician to him for a few giddy seconds. 

Cooking with him is always a delight and this time he’s showing you how to make something. Usually it was the other way around. Jervis was simply more of a baker while you were more of a cook. Nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with that at all. He shows you just how to cook the tomatoes, the potatoes, the sausages to English specification. You know how to cook these things, but he’s so excited to show you that you don’t say anything about it. He can’t do sunny side up eggs, while he enjoys the taste he can’t endure the texture and you don’t subject him to them. You scramble them just the way he likes with a little splash of milk and he’s hugging your leg because you remembered! It means so much that you always remember things like that. 

He watches you cook the back bacon and nods in approval when you flip it at what was apparently the right time. He has a spot he likes to sit in, he has a plate he likes to eat off of, a fork, a cup. You know and you make sure you don’t use anything else. He makes his own cuppa because his taste in tea is ever changing and what he liked yesterday isn’t what he likes today. 

“Don’t forget,” You say, setting his pill container by his plate while you’re putting up the rest of the groceries. “to take your medicine.” “Oh!” He hurriedly takes them, washing them down with his tea before he even gets in his chair to eat. “Thank you, darling. What would I do without you?” You smile and just shrug. You don’t know and you don’t want to think about it. He beams at you and for a split second right at the end of his expression there’s a look on his face. Like he knows something. A split second of lucidity? Maybe. Or maybe he’d put on yet another brilliant performance as a mad man who tricks you into getting out of the house with his Machiavellian machinations of very specific breakfasts. You couldn’t tell. Maybe he just didn’t like how you were watching him sit down because he was short and the chair was tall. He’d never tell and it wasn’t something you would ever ask. 

“Oh,” You look up from the sausage you’re eating straight out of the pan “Hm?” He looks sheepishly at you “You were right about the bacon.”

Not too shabby for an old man's first try, is it?

[mad-hunts]

as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.

since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. ❝ uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there — so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, ❞ he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.

but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.

he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, ❝ that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? ❞ jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. ❝ that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. ❞

jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. ❝ mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure — i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. ❞ the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.

julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.

he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. ❝ eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. ❞ jack cleared his throat then, ❝ you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? ❞

Eigengrau.

A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like he’d swallowed a wad of wool.

The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah… so he had fainted. Just as he’d suspected. No glasses, then.

"Hey. Ahh, you're awake… That's awesome. How are you feeling?"

The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertain—belonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matilda’s, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldn’t quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?

He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself upright—tried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.

… ohh, god…

He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasn’t right. His glasses and gloves weren’t the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.

A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.

Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.

"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."

He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle down—salt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.

Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neck—the chain with his and Sylvie’s wedding rings twisted against his skin. He must’ve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.

"Forgive me…" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since I…?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you don’t mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."

The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervis’ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.

“Thank you,” Jervis said hoarsely. “I must have been out of it for quite a while.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok so for Gotham Jervis, BTAS and Arkhamverse Riddler, and Scarecrow

He got caught and he sees Heroine just standing when he is being put into police. He is annoyed but she just smirks and send him a kiss before walking away.

"Blowing a kiss~"

So you got BTAS Jervis too because I misread the ask and wrote that first. Whoops!

Tw: suicide mention, unhealthy villain dynamics, hypnotism/mind control

Gotham Jervis:

- The look on his face is nothing short of offense. How dare you! How... Oh, this won't do. His hat knocked off, a black eye forming and him in cuffs in the back of a police vehicle. And you just strutting away as though you had the last word.

- You think you're going to just leave him to rot in Arkham? No, no dear. He simply must pay you a visit.

- He has eyes and ears outside of the walls of this asylum. And, unbeknownst to you, they are all upon you wherever you go. Maybe you'll notice something strange. Someone staring at you too long when you're on patrol. You think you hear whispers when you pass by a couple who look a little too glassy eyed.

- Why would you ever suspect him? He's put away and it's not like he has a whole network he can just, snap his fingers, right? Don't be silly.

- But it's why he knows where you are exactly where you are once he's escaped. You might think you're ready for him, but the moment you spot him checking out his pocket-watch nonchalantly- He looks up at you and blows a kiss. And your skull gets cracked over with a pipe from a goon he had hidden to the side.

- When you awaken, your clothes have been changed to resemble something out of Alice in Wonderland. He assures you it was all ve-ry clinical. "Why be crass when you're going to be here for quite some time?"

- He's going to hypnotize you into playing his games. Nothing overtly sexual in nature but definitely humiliating and making you kiss him on the cheeks, things like that. Just until you manage to find a way to break free and kick his ass as per heroes do in this kind of story.

Btas Jervis:

- At first he wonders if he imagined that. It's not unreasonable to wonder- but the knowing look in your eyes as you walk away...

- He's a little goofy about it? Were you flirting or just mocking him? It's not that you aren't attractive, no no, that's not it-

- and now hes thinking about how attractive you are and if maybe he would like to actually kiss you. He does come to the conclusion you were likely mocking, but you are quite the lovely young woman and- oh well you would look so adorable in an Alice dress!

- You've left him in quite a vexing position! He supposes he'll just have to... oh, I don't know, something *silly* like abduct the other heroes you usually work with, put them under mind control devices and wait for you to come and rescue them.

- Yes, he could have gone straight after you first, but he's not stupid, oh no! How could you listen to his offer if he approached you on your playing field first instead of his?

- "A kiss from dear miss to give me something to reminisce.... or else your friends walk to the abyss."

- The other heroes line up to swan dive into the Gotham river, your heart leaping to your throat. Could you stop them in time?

- If you give him the kiss, hes all smiles and rainbows. There. And now he doesn't have to wonder!

- Off you go, dear Alice, you'll all have to do this again soon!

- You're left trying to explain to your companions what the hell just happened as he makes a speedy getaway.

BTAS Riddler:

- Flush from the neck up. There's a mixture of feelings- furious you beat him but incredibly flustered that you made the gesture. You're a beautiful woman, he's not naive to that.

- Genuinely, he tries to forget about it. Tries to cast it from his mind. He has far too much to focus on for your meddlesome visage to distract him. He might even succeed for a time.

- It's not until you show up again that it all comes flooding back and he's determined to see you beaten and in awe of his brain. At least, that's the idea as he leaves you stranded in one of his little mind games. It was designed for Batman. Think you can take on the task, lamb?

- You do well... For someone trying your hardest, he supposes. You think he's watching you the whole time on feed, leaving him defenseless once you can reach him. One of these things is true.

- "I've always been an excellent multitasker." He sighs as you enter the room you thought he was in and you note it's a feed from somewhere else, "Ta-ta, my dear, I'm afraid we'll have to continue our little dalliance another time! Remember: The fox that chases two hares catches none!"

- And you might wonder just what that means until there's a news announcement that flashes over the screen that tells of the Riddler striking and cyber attacking a satellite that's shut down half the power in the city. He deliberately created a new problem so you'd have to abandon chasing him.

- He has a feeling the two of you are going to have so much fun!

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- He's immediately red in the face and pissed. Did you see- No! No, you did NOT win this! This was just round one! HE will be the ultimate victor in this. HIS intelligence far surpasses your own- don't shove him in the police car, he's not done!

- This is one of the few topics his therapists are going to get out of him ad nauseum for several weeks.

- Seriously, he's going to get an extra round of sedatives after he lists every single way in which You are intellectually inferior to Him and you only caught him out of pure dumb luck and cheating.

- He gets to work the moment he can steal a writing utensil to use on the walls.

- are there moments he thinks about kissing you? Its hard not to, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you'd have to concede he was your better first!

- Plus get through his death traps. Yeah, there's several of those.

- "Not so cute and darling NOW, are you? What- no, I'm not saying you're cute, I just- how dare you interrupt me while I'm trying to kill you!"

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- His face is completely stoic at first. It's difficult to read his emotions, particularly after the mauling by Killer Croc and surgery on his face.

- Yet if you look back you could almost swear he smiles for a moment. It's unsettling to look at.

- His revenge is slow cooking and you might almost forget about the incident entirely until you're face to face with him again.

- And, all too late for you to register, he doses you with the newest batch of fear toxin.

- "This is a special strain. Created just for you. I hope you're honored."

- non-lethal (in that you probably wont try to kill yourself) but deeply unpleasant and representative of your worst fears. Curled into a ball, sobbing. You might even beg for it to stop.

- it's then he approaches you as a terrifying figure, the rough texture of his "lips" kissing the corner of your mouth. He injects the antidote into your system.

- "Good girl. You took that so well. I can't wait to test the next batch on you as well."

[roguesdepravity]

Headcanons for B:TAS Dork Squad? Their s/o doesn’t know their secret identity and mentions that they find their super villain alter ego handsome, and vaguely familiar. How would they each react?

Okay this is really funny to me. But also I wish we could get more time where the true identity of the rogues is hidden for longer. I think you can do so much more with that. So thank you for letting me write something like this!

Mad Hatter (Jervis Tetch)

-Since it would be very difficult for him to hide the fact that he is the Mad Hatter if you got up close to him, he must be actively hiding it from you. If his hand had gotten forced and he had to interact with you he would do his best to not to look your way and let his drones do what ever he needed.

- After the event when you bring up his alter ego, he truly thinks you must have figured it out. Jervis is a bit concerned you'd think less of him because he things you figured it out. When you mention how you thought the stranger was charming and handsome, he would be flattered and absolutely confused. Especially when you tell him that you think he would like the outfit, this "other man" wore.

-"Did you not know that was me dear? Silly bunny. I don't even wear a mask! But honestly you don't mind?"

-He doesn't expect you to help him or anything, but he feels so much comfortable comfortable not having to hide this from you.

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane)

-As the one who you might not actually not know, he doesn't have to do much to convince you that he isn't moonlighting as a costumed criminal.

-He wouldn't say that he made his costume with it being appealing to anyone but him. However, he is quiet glad you seem to like it, and brought it up to him so offhandedly. The way you speak about his fear gas so intently makes it so much more likely to him that he can let you know the full truth.

- "Would you like to meet the Master of Fear? I'm sure that you might find a new appreciation for him after such a rendezvous."

-When you say yes, he begins to plan the perfect meeting. He wonders what expression you will make when you get a very close up and personal demonstration of exactly what he is capable of when he puts on the mask. He hopes that as he removes it you will look at him with the same amount of admiration and love as you do now.

Riddler (Edward Nygma)

- Edward thinks very highly of himself as the Riddler so the moment you mention that you think he looks good he is quick to ask as much as he can about your thoughts on him. He really is hoping that you might put the clues together yourself since he really wasn't trying to hide it, but you just don't seem to put two and two together.

- "Well I hope this Riddler fellow doesn't steal you away from me. Though maybe if you ask me nicely I might be willing to share.

-Whether you are curious about what he means or if you finally catch on, he will get up and go get dressed.

- He keeps the hat off as he reenters the room and leaves the ball in your court in how you want to procced.

[justasimplesinner]

UPDATED CHARACTER MASTERLIST & REQUESTING RULES

before i begin, remember not to be afraid to ask about someone that's not on the list darlin'! if i know them, big chances are i'll write for 'em, and if i don't, i'm often willing to do some research!

DC:

anyone. and i mean that literally. just look through my blog, there is so many of them fuckers in here, although i mostly focus on Batman Rogues. but if you've got any niche DC crush, i'm here for you baby (c'mon, i even write for Lobo and Mad Mod, i assure you that whoever your fave is, i'll gladly produce some content for 'em)

i will write for comicverse, arkhamverse (except fucking jervis for obvious reasons), basically any animated/cinematic appearances, telltale games, any type of fuckin' media but no Gotham or Nolanverse

MARVEL:

- Venom/Eddie Brock

- Cletus Kasady/Carnage

- Ultron

- Spawn/Albert Simmons

- Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

- Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

here i mostly focus on the cinematic universe, maybe with the exception of Spawn, Kasady and Osborn because fuck if i don't like interpreting them in my own silly little way based on the comics i've read and old cartoon shows

ARCANE:

yet again, anyone. well, let me rephrase that, anyone that's NOT a minor (and i'm sorry, but i won't write for Jinx, even if she's supposedly 18 in Act III. she'll always be Just A KidTM to me)

GTA V:

throw me a character and i'll probably write for 'em. unholy trinity obviously comes as a given, but i'll even write for bitches like Devin Weston and stuff like that

TEAM FORTRESS 2:

the whole team baby, and let's throw in the delightful Miss Pauling and not-so-delightful Administrator in here because why the hell not

DARKIDERS TRILOGY:

yeah. yeah, why the fuck not. i can try my best to write all of them, since there wasn't many characters i genuinely disliked in the series

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS FROM RANDOM FANDOMS:

- Maximillian Desoto (The Outer Worlds)

- Jimmy Hall (At Dead Of Night)

- Sundrop/Moondrop (Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach) don't look at me

- Abe Sapien (Hellboy)

- Cicero (Skyrim)

- *sobbing* Erik Destler (The Phantom Of The Opera)

- and i'll throw in the whole character base for fuckin' Archer since i'm obsessed with that show

and now onto the REQUESTING RULES:

YOU CAN CHECK WHETHER REQUESTS ARE OPEN OR NOT IN MY BIO

i'm pretty content with writing anything and everything, BUT:

- no pregnacy or 'what kinda father/mother would x be' and stuff like that

- minors can appear as background characters (example: Jinx is basically Silco's adoptive daughter and i don't mind including that in any of my writings) but i won't write for them exclusively

- no rape/non-con or yandere (cnc is a whole different thing that i absolutely love, but, as the name suggests, it's CONSENSUAL non-consent, so it's not straight out non-con)

- i don't do ships, only 'x readers'

- please don't send me whole strings of requests - i run this blog alone and that won't change, so there's a limited amount of requests i'm accepting every time they re-open and everyone should have their chance at requesting

- don't want to sound harsh, but if i don't want to write something, i won't. i do always try to answer those asks with an explanation as to why, but sometimes i DO just delete those requests. it's my right as an author, and i won't be sacrificing my comfort just to write something

- and, obviously, don't repost my shit to other sites. i absolutely don't mind people taking inspiration and writing something based off my work (do tag me tho, i'd love to see what you came up with!), but straight out stealing my content ain't on the table

[esperata]

I posted 2,344 times in 2022

That's 660 more posts than 2021!

103 posts created (4%)

2,241 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thedreammweaver

@ramenflavoredchaos

@spones-in-my-bones

@schemingminor

@toon-topaz

I tagged 2,230 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#oswald cobblepot - 317 posts

#deltarune - 313 posts

#the penguin - 311 posts

#jevil - 300 posts

#the riddler - 296 posts

#edward nygma - 277 posts

#otto octavius - 243 posts

#doctor octopus - 235 posts

#riddlebird - 228 posts

#jonathan crane - 210 posts

Longest Tag: 68 characters

#just imagining him getting buffeted by tsunamis and thinking its fun

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Having now watched No Way Home, I have an insatiable need to write Octogoblin content. But have no ideas. So I will take suggestions. Short prompts for vignettes please. No promises but you don't get if you don't ask.

33 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#4

I've been having hattercrow thoughts and decided to expand on how I see their dynamic working (in a general sense rather than considering particular fandom versions).

Jonathan is not easy to befriend, I think this is a pretty standard interpretation, and Jervis is incredibly focused when he’s set his sights on someone. So its very much a war of attrition as Jervis sets about wearing down Jonathan’s defences. And this works because, as long as he isn’t actually rejected, Jervis would very much enjoy wooing someone.

Then, because Jonathan’s trust is so very hard to win, once Jervis does earn it he’s got it for life. So in return for his patience Jervis will get an extremely loyal boyfriend, also something he very much wants as he is not inclined to share his beloved’s affections with anyone. Which once again is helped by Jonathan’s aforemententioned solitary nature.

42 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

I enjoy writing riddlebird and often think how lucky I am to get so many variations to play with. Some are more challenging in that the relationship isn't obvious in the source material. As a writer I enjoy finding the evidence to prove the ship works. Arkhamverse, Telltale and Reeves' Batman all fit this profile.

Yet there's also the versions where it's easier to set the two together without any prior explanations (though I do still like writing those firsts). The Animated Series, 2004 cartoon or the comics all require little pushing to fall into established territory.

And that's without considering the levels of fluff to camp to angst each provides. Lego allows harmless pranks, the 60s series inspires silliness and Gotham easily delivers angst. There really is something to suit every mood.

45 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#2

I was thinking about Scooby Doo, and how the gang have been solving mysteries for decades now, and I have come to the conclusion that they're the ghosts

96 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Now Otto, I have a very difficult thing to ask of you. But this is a formal dinner so I must insist you wear a shirt. I'm sorry."

Otto removed his glasses and blinked.

"That's not a problem. I don't mind wearing a shirt."

"I didn't mean difficult for you," Norman explained. "I mean difficult for me."

He flopped onto Otto's chest and cuddled his tits.

"I'll miss you," he told them.

101 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →