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[stabby-apologist]

I'm starting to write a yandere!Edward Nygma story. I have chapter one written. Give it a read? (For notes' sake, it's Gotham FOX, Cory Michael Smith's Edward Nygma).

The Kingdom by the Sea

Chapter One: I’m Doing This For You 

“You’re sweet and light, and good. But you like the darkness. You need it, crave it. And I'm going to give it to you.” ~@authorlilaherron 

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“You can’t keep me locked up like a caged animal, Edward,” she cried out as she followed the Chief of Staff toward the heavy slide door. Edward turned on his heel, held an arm out to stop her from moving past him; the familiar fond expression that he had worn just moments before had disappeared, and in its place, a cold determination.  

“You can’t do this to me...” Annabelle whispered. 

“This is for your own protection; I’m doing this for you, not to you.” Edward said. He turned full-bodily to face her, blocking the path to the exit. “The last time I had a chance at love, I didn’t calculate the possibility of external forces taking away the love of my life...But he did. Oswald did. And the first time,” he made a small mouth shrug,” Well, that was an accident, but I’m better for it.”  

“Edward...honey...” Annabelle said shakily, trying to retain composure.  

Perhaps she felt as if she should have known better. It wasn’t as if Edward Nygma’s release from Arkham had been page 6 news; he had made headlines after all, and seriously, you thought you wouldn’t be like Kristen Kringle, surely—? 

Upon hearing her soft term of endearment, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; and Annabelle thought perhaps she was going to get through to him. The smartest man I’ve ever met, surely...Surely, he must see that this is insane... 

“Ed, listen to what I’m saying.” She pointed to her full, pink lips. “I know you’re trying to protect me, but you can do that without locking me inside your old home. This isn’t love.”  

“Love is sacrifice, Isab—Annabelle.”  

Edward’s Freudian slip came through again. Annabelle’s brow furrowed. She had opted to think that the death of his beloved Isabella was still fresh in his mind, but the fact that he was going to lock her up made her feel less compassionate about it than she had felt the previous night. And it had been such a great night... 

Until this morning.  

“This isn’t love,” said Annabelle.  

To that, Edward frowned. 

“What do you know about me? We’ve just met.” Annabelle said. 

And to that, Edward inclined his head knowingly to his bed behind her: 

“You came home with me.” 

“Have you never had a one night stand before?” Annabelle said, staring at him incredulously. ”You talk a big game, you charm the girl, you take her home, we have fun, and in the morning, I leave—” 

“Annabelle, my dear, we have a connection, and I don’t blame you for not seeing it just yet.” 

“We had drinks at the bar,” said Annabelle, still trying to get through to him. “You liked my singing. We talked about similar interests. We talked about art—my art. Remember, I have a life. I have an art gallery; I have co-workers.” As she spoke, she hoped he’d understand, but Edward smiled, much to Annabelle’s growing dismay. 

“If I don’t go into work, they’ll think something is wrong. People will talk. You were the last person anyone saw with me; they’ll come for you...” 

“They won’t.” Edward said to Annabelle’s wide-eyed expression. “I have it covered, don’t you see? I figured it all out while you were asleep.” 

“You can’t be here and there at all times, Ed.” 

“I have spies all over the city; if I hear a word about your disappearance coming to light, I will know.” 

She flinched slightly when he tucked one of her multi-colored locks behind her ear. The touch of his soft hand had melted her before; but she felt her stomach turn uncomfortably as he passed the back of his hand tenderly against her cheek.  

Of course, he covered his tracks... 

“You’re afraid of me now,” said Edward calmly. “You don’t see it, but I’m doing you a favor, sweetheart. I know this time, this time will be different. I promise. I promise you won’t end up like...” 

His voice trailed off. Annabelle tried to slow her breathing, to keep calm, to not entirely freak out. He’d never let her go if she displayed any sign of wanting to head for the GCPD; but even as he looked her, she knew he wouldn’t set her free. There was love in his deep, brown eyes; a love that she hadn’t seen in a man in a very long time; but this...This wasn’t the way... 

How could it be as romantic as Edward elaborated it to be? A favor?  

But she still had to try to get through to him, appeal to an alter ego, or his better angels, or whatever the hell the doctors did to help him rehabilitate— 

“Ed...”  

When her fingers caressed the side of his face, he smiled warmly, holding her hand in place against his sharp cheekbone.  

“Please.” Annabelle said longingly. Her green eyes were glossy with the onset of tears. “Please. Don’t.” 

“I know you don’t feel the same way about me.” Edward continued as if she had said nothing. He stroked her face with his thumb fondly. “But you will. And when you do, I will be here. You’re an innocent, beautiful woman, inside a corrupt city; but I can protect you. I can protect you here.” 

“It is your boss making it a corrupt city,” Annabelle returned hotly. “Oswald Cobblepot runs both the city and the underworld—You think I don’t know that?” 

He removed her hand from him, as if touching him any longer would break his mettle. 

“I’ll come back this afternoon to check on you. You’ll be safe here—” Edward slowly back-stepped toward the exit, stepping out of the room, watching her carefully. 

“Edward—” 

“—The windows are barred, and this door doesn’t open unless I permit it—Its security code is wired to the mains, controlled by me. Please, Annabelle...Don’t try to escape—” 

“—Edward—!” 

“I’ll come back, I promise—” 

“EDWARD!” 

Before she could reach him, Edward grabbed the door’s slide handle and slammed it shut.  

“Edward! You can’t keep me locked away!” Annabelle screamed through the door, slamming her fists onto it, violently banging against the exit of her new prison. “Edward!” 

[ibenology]

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[miniaturecatmentality]

guys I just found the greatest video on the internet

[starridge]

from the same six hour drawing session where i devolved into hyperfixation-based madness

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x05 - “Blisters and Bedrock”

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[eydilily]

small victories ^^

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[hanjoj]

their ship name might as well be theseus the way there's not a single original characteristic left there

[dilfslayer1080p]

"he died for our wins" - 2024, LIDL Oil paint on LIDL canvas

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[dorothygale]

i'll just be controversial and say discord is not real social media. it's a fine communication platform but it is not Posting! saying you're gonna move to discord is like saying you're gonna move to facebook messenger get outta here

[obi-pap]

Forgot to post for Jason's birthday here jsjs