#i wana throw up and cry what the fuck

[daydrinking75]

"i will cut off my own hand // before i reach for you again"

are you fucking kidding me????????

[theuniverseawakens347]

DDG! Ya miss read halo as Halle he look like her right now cuz … when ya miss read her in ur relationship projecting ur own insecurity “failure” misunderstandings* on her..ya need make right with Halle BUT FOR YOU. … what you been doing w him up til now his yr bday… why ya celebrate it he a baby not going to remember except photos … I’m training a genius but read his body… he sleep,when you walk in the part … also little shit said okay … you hear fuck you… mama Tawana what was DDG like when 1-2 dub n other brother n dad n grandparents WHATS the vibe the .. forcing the now to mental stuck … sooo cows brain ready to roam loose.. mama energy.. trust me MY KIDS KNOW ME.. he doing his damn job right now enjoy his energy n work ur mental mind n stop project UR mistakes w Halle onto him.. ya talk rude to her when you shud have been calm even if she’s wrong… practice on mom or tee.. ya leave one woman out.. THATS WHY ALL YOU NIGGAS FET ME.. - THATS hotly weird but understand8ng now … he’s a sight sore eyes a quick learner playing stupid cause daddy being depressed n doing dumb YouTube videos he don’t wan actually be making.. YOU THROWING OFF THE VIBE HE WANA PLAY.. YOU WANA lay n bed n coddle by gg taking him cause he not dancing to the music ..OKAY FINE THE THE

Music in being a baby again… crawl with this nigga roll.. ITS ABOUT YOU BUT YOU NOT THE IMPORTANT MAIN CHARACTER RN YOU A TANGENT IN HIS STORY HE THE MAIN ROLE MODEL … YOU FOLLOW HIS LEAD MISTER NOT BRUSHING TEETH RN… THANKS WE IN THIS TOGETHER BUT HALO IS UR OR CUH STRAIGHT OR… if he wants to aimlessly roam in his walker leave em you don’t need to Hoover .. see side eye peep what he do… then bring some fun into that … is he going to sit there n stare at hands… learning how to use em… put a toy on the table part of the walker n see … EYE CORDNATION… but break it down to baby… like coach watching n building a team.. where are you weak how do I get u stronger muscle wise what ya need for the team to move as glue…. TALK PAST TO PRESENT BUT DONT HOLD GRUDGES STOP W THE DAMN SAGE .. GET INCENTS .. BUT WHERES UR CALM SPACE ALONE.. WHERES UR CALMS SPACE FOR FAMILY TIME AND CALM SPACE FOR SLEEPING… HE DONT NEED TO HOLD EM… - BABY JACK JACK … get em a small stress sack see what that does grippy grippy… file his names.. learn to be gentle w em.. he’s a boy yes… Neffi a pit aggressive breed WHEN PROTECTION NEEDED BUT A COMPANION FIRST AND ALWAYS - sore spot for what someone over looks BUT THATS MY BABY - kitty Cosmo.. ya come to me when you need mommy love n ya just know .. take being a boy out of it …. Inga WANA cry asses the environment if ur around what lead up to it.. if you off chilling he out of sight.. COOL HE NEED YA ENERGY KNOW SOMEONE AROUND.. IM MAKING NOISE NIGGA CAN U SEE ME.. HELLO JOYCE ARE YOUNTHERE COME SAY HI REAL QUICK - SIGHT ON HELP So vocal loud… or diaper or teething… or them nasty as chick films meal… ya seen my feed carrots to Neffi… THATS alarming .. SHES A DOG W TEETH THIS NIGGA JUST LEARNING A HAND BY SIGHT.., MOTOR SKILLS BEFORE SIGHT COMPREHNSION. that’s weird… yeah so are babies regress ur self he leads.

[maiko1]

Y/n: you should be glad u didn't come to school yesterday.

Satoru: why? Something bad happen?

Y/n: guess you could say that. It's ur day to get beaten by me.

Satoru: I am glad I didn't come to school yesterday.

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Satoru: YOU DAMN DORK FOCUS ON THE BALL.

Y/n: YOU THROW LIKE A KID SATORU YOU DIDNT EVEN PASS THE LINE.

*satoru threw the ball again but it didn't land far enough.

satoru: I SAID FOCUS

Y/n: THIS ISNT A MAGICAL SCHOOL.

*pick up the ball and throw to satoru directions but it didn't even land far enough.*

Y/n: FOCUS *mocks*

Satoru: YOUR THE ONE WHO DIDNT THREW IT FAR ENOUGH.

Y/n: THATS WHAT I SAID EARLIER WHEN YOU THREW THE BALL.

Suguru: I'm so glad we didn't play 2 vs 2.

Shoko: agree.

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Satoru: no more lights. Just darkness.

Y/n: you sound emo.

Shoko: you sure the teacher won't get mad if we do this?

Y/n: we'll blame it on satoru if the teacher get mad.

Few minutes later.

Yaga sensei: WHO THE HELL LOCK THIS DOOR. OPEN THEM.

y/n: shit... *Open the door and point at satoru* "the idea came from this bleach guy.

Satoru: I was on my emo phase.

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Y/n: is that a fucking door gate, suguru what the fuck?

Geto: actually satoru broke it. And I got the idea that we should put it here so satoru won't skip math class.

Shoko: ur so fucking smart this is why we're mutual in tiktok.

Y/n: why am I not invited in ur mutual things.

Geto: you started it first with satoru and didn't invite us.

Y/n tiktok bio:

Best mutual: @ satoruthegreatestblue11

No one can replace him.

Y/n: I was trying to make him fall for my trap so I can use his black card.

During math.

Nanami: why am I hearing crying sound at ur classroom?

Shoko: look at the back and you'll understand.

satoru: WHO THE HELL PUT THIS SHITTY CAGE. ARGHHH OPEN THEM Y/N I DONT WANA FACE THAT TEACHER UGH I FORGOT TO DO HIS HOMEWORK.

Y/n: satoru.. You cryin? *mock his line*

Utahime laughing beside y/n.

Utahime: this is why we're best friend y/n.

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Y/n: you sure u wana run with those shoes?

Satoru: are you SURE ur going to ruin ur favourite pants over this race?

Geto: you guys talk big. Let's see who wins

Shoko: it's muddy I can make a chocolate milk here.

Yaga sensei: ready? Set... GO!

Y/n: *got stuck and fell*

Satoru: LFMAO NICE CHOCOLATE MILK YOU GOT THERE ON UR SHIRT- *one of his shoes was stuck on the mud as he fell on his face*

Geto: *number 2

Shoko: number 1

Y/n: 3

Satoru: 4 (got stuck on the mud)

Shoko: atleast it's better than tasting those chocolate milk that people step on.

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(all of these happen to my classroom, you should definitely be my classmate. |half of them r not true!!!| anyway yea. Me and my classmate loves trouble.)

[bottomvalerius]

some random kink dynamics between my boys (gnc) and their people as it really…… varies I guess person to person (like with most humans LMAO) putting these undercut cause they’re pretty raunchy, minors DNI, content warnings for frank discussions of kink (specifically mentions of daddy dom, pet play, and master/sub dynamics for those that squicks out)

Donna x Valerius: can switch between Donna being a brat and Valerius being a disciplinarian and Valerius being a brat and Donna being a disciplinarian (this can also change though to Valerius being a pillow princess and Donna being a service top djsjskskkd sometimes they don’t wana be too hard of a dom you know) They both act out for attention/spankings, though Valerius more often does it so he has an excuse to kick and cry and scream in a “suitable environment”; Donna just loves being roughed up lmfao

Donna x Nadia: mostly always Donna as a service sub and Nadia being a soft domme; she really rarely ever has to discipline Donna, but she does lovingly humiliate and praise them all the same because they need it, especially from her. She has had to dish out a punishment or two before, but it’s always because Lucio is somehow involved LMAO bad influence 😤 Donna does exclusively refer to Nadia as Mistress, though Nadia doesn’t always see them as strictly her toy or sub; Donna’s just her good, nasty girl (gnc) 💕💕💕💕

Valerius x Donna x Nadia: Valerius’s true brat pops out with Nadia, he truly pushes her over the edge LMAO; Donna and Nadia both take the reigns, with Nadia calling all the shots; very strict disciplinarian and a lot more of a hard domme with Valerius; lots more humiliation, lots more impact, with praise dolled out to Donna throughout like salt in the wound 💕💕💕 Though sometimes Nadia and Valerius team up on Donna but in the opposite way: overstimulation is the game, and they’re just showering the bitch in praises while making them climax over and over 😌😌💕💕💕💕 they would probably do a Mommy/Daddy dynamic with them like that to kinda further make them feel small and also to add the layer of humiliation Donna needs during kink

Donna x Sam: BRAT AND BRAT TAMER!!! That’s it. LMFAO They really pushed the boundaries a lot in their play and tested each other often. Sam preferred being referred to as Master or Sir due to the age gap, but sometimes Donna just needs that layer of being belittled dhsioskdk Aftercare was amazing though between them 💕 As mentioned before though, sometimes Sam let Donna dom him as practice essentially, though they had to be careful with the goods (peepaw is, whether he believes it or not, fragile 😩😩)

Sam x Lucio: Lucio does brat often with Sam cause he knows Sam likes that, but honestly, these two peepaws love pet play 😭😭 Lucio loves being Sam’s dumb puppy, and Sam loves training his good boy 💕💕💕💕 (they’re gross, I live them) Basically any consensual dumbification is their fave thing to play up on; Lucio really loves embracing no thoughts, just actions. He’s in his element LMAO

Sam x Portia: Brat x Brat Tamer pt. 2 😤😤😤 Though Portia folds a bit quicker than Donna does, and she also doesn’t mind being Sam’s pretty kitty sometimes too 🐈 Though sometimes Portia does top from the bottom more than Donna would; Sam is always pleasantly surprised that she can really throw than man around like he’s nothing, and he loves it LMAO Loves being more of a service top for her kinda naturally because he knows she’s STRONG

Damien x Camilla: very traditional Master/Sub dynamic; lots of “I’m gonna fuck you stupid” there, lots of classic bondage and S&M. Very rarely do they reverse this dynamic due to their messy past; they both love the switch in dynamics and relish the release it gives. They also have surprisingly good aftercare— that’s what gets them coming back LMAO

Damien x Antony: Damien tries SO HARD to be a brat with Antony, but Antony is such a soft, sickly sweet Dom, it breaks Damien into a subby mess every time 😭😭😭 rarely EVER do impact play, even spankings; Antony’s just that good and doesn’t need it to break Damien lmao (kill em with kindness BABY) Definitely do a lot of daddy dom shit; it’s more so a huge release for Damien and is actually a bit therapeutic to have Antony just take control and take care of him. He only does this with Antony though, though he gets close with Marie and Sebastian to an extent.

Marie x Damien x Sebastian: can switch between Damien being a hard dom with the both of them, especially loves disciplining them and humiliating them, while they worship him essentially. They both work in service positions, whether they’re bottoming or topping. However, sometimes they switch the roles and gang up on Damien together where they’re equal parts very sweet to him and also very condescending: he’s their precious little prince and he doesn’t know any better and he needs them to take over 😌😌😌

[curious-menace]

The rogue gallery members general reaction to encountering the batman who laughs and his creepy ass Robin's.

ok id like to preface this by saying that red death batman straight up crucified riddler and decapitated scarecrow and the batman who laughs is MUCH worse than red death batman. 

i want to enjoy the dark knights metal but it is needlessly fuckin complicated with all this multiverse oververse omniverse shit. maybe i just don't have the galaxy brain necessary to get it so i apologize if this is all wrong 

(also i know its canon that the batman who laughs has no rogues gallery left, either because he killed them or joker killed them before he turned but hey ho hypotheticals it is)

also no one talk to me about kiss fan lookin riddler from this verse. im not ready. 

Penguin

i think his first reaction was to laugh. Batman’s finally gone and he took joker with him. I mean he literally calls him "bat gimp". I seriously doubt he anticipated the fallout of batman becoming some sort of hideous joker hybrid. he still chuckled when he started seeing the news. someone calling themselves “the batman who laughs” and “the darkest knight” then he sees the robins, he even recognises damien and it makes him a little sick. he books the next flight out of goodwin before things get too hot. 

shame goodwin was burned to the ground to stop anyone leaving gotham. 

with everyone inside. 

Twoface

i dont think its an exaggeration to say he was absolutly fuckin horrified. it's rare that harvey and two face agree on something, but this bastard has to go. the murder and mayhem he could tolerate, hell even killing the other rogues, some of them needed to be stopped. but having to look at this creature and know it was once bruce? harvey knows better than anyone its a fate worse than death to be trapped in your own mind with someone else running the show. they do their best to stop the darkest knight, bring all the hired guns they can to the fight but it wasnt enough. Harvey dies, but at least he went out trying to do the right thing.

Poison Ivy

She sensed him coming, her flowers screaming at her to save herself. part of me wants to hope she took one look at that abomination and noped the fuck out of there to slaughter swamp or something. but we know ivy, she stands her ground like a tree planted by a river. she looks people like batman and joker right in the eye and down the barrel of a gun and says “no, you move” Shes not a good person, but in this verse she might as well be the hero of the story, maybe the only meta human in gotham who stood a chance against him. The batman who laughs was scared of her and thats why she had to die. if she’d just minded her own business she might still be here but no. She dares the batman who laughs to come for her, she’s going to take him out. for what he did to her plants, to gotham, to HER home and HER friends. unfortunately for her ivy was one of the first on his kill list. She doesn't go down without a fight. ironically it was her human qualities, the human drive to help people that got her killed. she heard one of the robins crying and went to investigate. the batman who laughs doesn't care about those robins, he’s got a basement full of jokerized kids to throw at people. 1 to trick her and a few more to hold her down while he doused the lot of them with weedkiller and gasoline then poof.

i doubt the botanical gardens will ever be the same. 

Scarecrow

part of me wants to say he’s loving this. He’s enjoying all the suffering and sadness and fear as the batman who laughs murders everyone and everything from the dandelions upwards . but he cant, not just because he’s not the one causing it. this is fear without meaning or purpose, this is killing hope so thoroughly that there is nothing left for people to fear, not even death. he’s not so foolish as to think he wont also be on the batman who laughs chopping block. so he makes himself scarce, works on a toxin that might be able to stop him or even slow him down so someone has a shot at it. Jon knows hes going to die, its only a matter of time before that thing calling itself the darkest knight sends one of his minions to his doorstep. He’s been working on something to try and help the rabid robins. he has a small soft spot in his cold obsidian heart for kids and looking at these creatures makes him physically ill. 

he thinks hes made a breakthrough, thinks he’s finally got a formula that will effect batman and the joker and hopefully, whatever abomination they’ve become . he decides theres no time like the present to try it out when word of the other rouges deaths reach him. he’s the last one left and thats....well its scary. His surprise attack works, the robins go down without a fight, screaming and scratching at their faces, their throats and each other. regrettable but if he stops the darkest knight now, maybe jon can help them. Just when he thinks he’s got him, scarecrow goes down. so close, he falls at the finishing line, his toxin having as much effect as a gentle summers breeze. Much like the original scarecrow , the batman who laughs likes using guns. For jon however? he makes an exception. poor scarecrow gets eviscerated by his own scythe, pilfered from arkham asylum by the batman who laughs. gotta love the classics, right?

Riddler

Riddler was second on his kill list. only because the batman who laughs knew how much it would annoy riddler not to be at the top. He’s another rogue who stood a chance of stopping him if he really tried. sadly edward is nowhere near as altruistic as harvey, and could never be as strong as ivy. He likes to think his escape is for everyone's benefit. live to fight another day and all that. He learned from harvey and pamelas mistakes, took one look at this new batman and his creepy kids and said “fuck that noise” and tried to run. except he didn't really try. god if he’d only gotten out of the city, he would have been the only rogue that survived. the batman who laughs looks at him like a pathetic insect, unworthy of notice. he’d have killed riddler eventually, maybe put him in a riddle with no answer or a trap with no escape for extra irony points but he wasn't about to stop the little green cockroach from skittling away.  but of course, riddlers ego got in the way; he just HAD to try and best this new batman, no matter how much he scared the shit out of riddler he just HAD to try. and of course, pride comes before downfall. 

The batman who laughs helpfully provided riddler with some rope to help break his fall. 

Harley Quinn

some part of her was happy to have joker back. he was different, scarier but she was used to the abuse. what she wasn't used to were all the kids. she recognised damian wayne but didn't quite put the pieces together to realise it was bruce under there. she thought maybe he was just a random casualty . she tried hard to look after the kids but they act like animals rather than humans, there was nothing she could do.As time went on she found it harder and harder to sit at the right hand of this clown prince of horrors. harley has always been along for the ride, but how are you supposed make the whole world laugh if everyone in it is dead? i dont know what happens to harley in this world. either she leaves and much like joker, the batman who laughs fails to notice, shes killed by him because he was bored or she does when the world is destroyed by barbatos. either way, no happy endings here. 

Thanks for this incredibly depressing ask Ghostly T-T

im kidding, im kidding it was fun! it makes me wish i knew what the everloving FUCK was going on with this verse so i could enjoy it properly. the only comic store i know of has been closed since like march of last year and i don't know what im looking for on amazon to actually order them. i have 1 issue of nth metal but it was interesting enough that i want the collection.

if anyone knows what the collection is actually called hmu bc i wanna buy it. 

yes i could read it online but i like owning the hard copies. 

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm!💜💙🧡💛💚❤️

[lawsts0ul]

this feeling of unhappiness I can’t seem to shake off lately. I hate it. Is it self inflicted? Am I doing this to myself? some may argue it’s in my hands to change it. yes. but no? Is that an excuse?

I have no real reason to be unhappy though. if that’s the case, does it mean my feelings should be invalidated?

I’m fortunate. I have a lot. I know I do. So are these unnecessary feelings I’m creating for myself?

why is it so hard to be content with what I currently have? nothing ever seems to be enough and I’m always chasing for more.

C said I keep chasing to run away from my reality. Maybe that’s true. I may be fortunate but I’ve had my share of unfortunate events. I’m not special and shit like mine happens everyday. Even worse for sure. But I’m unique to my own life. If that even makes any sense.

This depressed and sad feeling lately feels familiar. A feeling I had since I was young. A feeling I questioned why I had even when I was young. Why am I like this. I asked. Why am I like this. I ask.

I have it all. Why am I sad? Why am I sad? I don’t deserve to be sad. I can’t shake this feeling off. I toggle back and forth between sad and trying to be happy go lucky. But I think I’m sad all the time. I’m just.. trying to be happy. Trying to be cheery.

What is this pain I feel? Why do I feel it? Why do I feel like I just Wana sleep forever and not wake up?

Whats this all about healing? And self love? And getting to know yourself? I don’t get it. I don’t know how to.

These days I feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum as they sit on the ground with legs sprawled out. Crying. Loudly. For no god damn reason. But maybe there is a reason. There is right? The child is craving attention. The child is screaming to be heard. Screaming to be loved. But the outside is looking at the child like they’re a brat.

I’m the brat. But I just want to be loved. I just want to be loved. I know my mom loves me. I know. Sometimes even overbearing. I love her too. But idk. Maybe I’m lookin for other types of love too. That I don’t think I’m getting. Clearly. Right?

And so I want to be that child. Throwing a temper tantrum. Because then at least I can crawl in mamas arms. Mama will hold me n tell me everything will be alright. Because she has only ever been the person to tell me. She has only ever been the person to be there always. And I owe her so much. And more. I wish I can give her more. I wish I can give her love the way she gives me love. I complain she only knew how to buy my love. She’d buy me whatever I wanted as a child. And she still does. She spoils the shit out of me. And I now realize I only give her love the same way she did for me as well. I buy her things I think she’d like. But that isn’t the way to love. Even if it’s a thoughtful gift. I know that. But I do it. I still do it the wrong way.

I don’t like to admit it. But I’m selfish. I’m pretty fuckin selfish. Who am I? Who do I want to be? Maybe all this depression business is really an identity crisis. And the frustration of not knowing who I am spirals into a depression. So how do I go about figuring out who the fuck I really am? Does anyone know who they truly are? Is this business about healing and self love even real? Or is it fake confidence like the way I currently do it? Cause apparently I’m god damn good at doing it. I’d fool me too. I’d fool me too.

But I Wana put this mask down. I Wana put it away. I just Wana be vulnerable. Well the weak me wants to be vulnerable. The strong me says, I was born to do more. And keep powering through. See? The fake confidence. It’s back and trying to take over again. And again.

So the circle begins. Round and round we go. I’m back to. Point one.

[statementends]

Okay that cousins au thing was The Cutest Shit and if you’re still taking prompts... more of that? In whatever way you wana interpret that

So this story happens in a universe that is sort of a blend of By the Seashore and Broken Web.

By the Seashore involves Gerard on vacation with his little cousin Martin who he takes to the beach and helps him win the attentions of his crush, Jon. 

Broken Web takes place a few years later. Gerard saves Jon from A Guest for Mr. Spider and comforts him. He promises to remain Jon’s pen pal and tell him more about the supernatural. Jon and Gerry do not recognize each other from the events of By the Seashore

This story takes place when Jon and Martin are thirteen and Gerard is about twenty. The timeline is a bit shaken up since Mary doesn’t bind herself to the book until 2008 when Jon and Martin would be twenty-one. In this universe it happens earlier. 

Characters: Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims

Pairings: Minor Jon/Martin background in this chapter

Rating: T

Warnings: Parental neglect, homophobia. The story starts out sad, but I do plan for warmer feelings in the later chapters. 

Summary: Gerard opens the door of Pinhole Books the summer after his acquittal. Standing in front of him is his younger cousin asking if he can stay with him. 

AO3: Link

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Gerard almost didn’t get the door.

It wasn’t like he got any customers for the dingy old bookstore by appointment or otherwise. When there was a ring it meant the paparazzi or some busy body wanting to see ‘where it happened.’ He wanted to sell it, but his mother wouldn’t let him. It was tempting to burn the place down when she was weakened.

After the mistrial he had tried for normal as he had done in the past. It hadn’t lasted long. Didn’t help that people recognised him. He considered cutting his hair short and bleaching it, but the thought of it made him wince. He’d rather be miserable as himself rather than miserable as someone else.

The buzzer rung again. He sighed, but decided to shoo off whoever it was bothering him. Last time he had left it someone had tried climbing through the window not knowing they were already nailed shut.

He opened the door. His scowl switched to confusion.

He had grown a lot. He would still be one of the tallest boys in his class, he already overtook Gerry. The chubbiness hadn’t faded any and the freckles had multiplied. He was big, and if it wasn’t for his babyface he might be mistake for a full grown man, as it was Gerard recognised him as his thirteen year old cousin, Martin Blackwood.

“Why…” The answer was probably Gerard’s luck honesty. It had been… a very bad year. Not that he disliked Martin, but…

Well, whatever this was it was going to complicate his already complicated life, he could feel it.

Martin was trying very hard to smile, but there was a watery look to him. Brittle. He opened his mouth to speak, but inhaled suddenly, as if realizing he couldn’t bring himself to start the sentence.

Gerard frowned. “Martin?”

“I–” Martin’s voice cracked. “Could I maybe stay with you for a little while? I… I don’t have anywhere to…” He crumpled and quickly wiped tears from his eyes.

Oh shit.

Gerard looked wildly around. He couldn’t bring him upstairs. He couldn’t slam the door and say no, which was tempting only because if Martin thought he would find safe shelter here, he was very much mistaken.

“I…” Gerard said slowly. “You… you know about the…” He gestured. Surely his Aunt had told him. Not that she had kept in touch for more than the occasional Christmas card, especially in the last few years, but she had been pretty clear about him staying the fuck away from her. She rung him up the night he got out of prison.

Martin nodded miserable and hesitant. “I don’t–they wouldn’t have let you go if you had done it.” He offered weakly.

Gerard shrugged. Honestly they would have jailed him. He knew he didn’t do it and knew there wasn’t much of a chance of convincing anyone otherwise unless he wanted to show them his mother’s ghost. Martin’s uncertainty did hurt a little though.

“You must be desperate then…” Gerard sighed. He still had Martin on the doorway. He quickly glanced around. No one seemed to be watching, but that didn’t mean someone with a camera wasn’t around the corner. He relented and pulled back.

“Close the door behind you and lock it,” He told Martin.

“Y-Yes of course, thank you Gerard.”

“Don’t thank me yet, we need to talk about this.” Gerard led him up the stairs. He felt the usual claustrophobia of all the books stacked around him. He lead Martin to his room. It was the only place free of clutter and the stench of paper and the crawl of silverfish. He sat on his chair at his desk and Martin sat on his bed. Martin looked amazed in the way someone is amazed by a house fire. There was no way he could let him live here even if his mother wasn’t literally haunting him.

“So.” Gerard said. No use beating around the bush. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Martin bowed his head. He played with the hem of his shirt. “Do I… do I have to say, Gerard? I… Mum kicked me out and I … there’s no one else…”

“She kicked you out?” Gerard asked. His Aunt had never struck him as a warm woman. He had only spent a long length of time with her once, a summer vacation in Bournesmouth. She didn’t seem to be a particularly tolerant woman, but Martin did his best to be obedient. Only a kid but he was well behaved… maybe… maybe too well behaved…

Martin was nodding still playing with his hem, not meeting Gerard’s eyes.

Gerard almost asked what he did, but caught himself. He doubted it had anything to do with what Martin had done and more to do with the fact that she was a terrible woman.

Must run in the esteemed Von Closen line.

“What happened,” he asked instead. “I won’t hold any of it against you.”

“I… you can’t know that you won’t.”

“Martin I was suspected of murdering my own mother,” Gerard said bluntly. Maybe to shock Martin out of it. “There’s not a whole lot worse than that.”

“You didn’t do it though.” Martin said, more certain this time.

Gerard sighed. “Right, but I’ve had a lot of people hold things against me, so I’m not inclined to do that… especially not to family.” Not that family inspired anything in him really, Martin was probably the only exception.

“I’m … I…” Martin took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”

“Right.” Gerard couldn’t be less surprised by the revelation considering he facilitated Martin getting to spend time with his first summer crush. He felt a weird sort of emptiness though. Mary Keay wasn’t a good mother, but he had a cold comfort certainty she would never abandon him.

There was a long pause. Gerard shrugged.

“I… already knew,” He said thinking it might put Martin more at ease. Martin looked terrified.

“You can tell?” He squeaked.

“Oh–no. I mean… you and your friend that you played with that summer. Jack? Josh? You were obviously smitten.”

Martin’s cheeks heated. “Oh…” He said softly. “I… I never thought of it like that… but… yeah…” He looked down. “I guess it’s weird to want to marry a boy you just met.”

“It’s not weird,” Gerard said. He felt tired all of the sudden. He can only imagine what Martin’s Mother said to him before throwing him out of the house. “It’s just… love.” he shrugged. He didn’t really have any sort of experience with that sort of thing, but he knew it was stupid for people to get offended over it.

Martin still had an ashamed look on his face.

Gerard wasn’t sure how to comfort him. He had embraced a very alternative lifestyle at the age of eleven. Was used to sneers and jeers and assumptions about his personal life. Had the shit kicked out of him a few times for it. He had never slept with anyone to make either side of the argument true, but he considered beautiful people beautiful, and the idea of masculinity incomplete and shortsighted. Gay probably wasn’t quite what he was, but he was certainly queer. It had just… it hadn’t mattered. It wasn’t a worry, it was just… part of him. Like liking oranges and getting sunburned easily.

But for Martin this was probably the most afraid he had been in his life.

“You’re fine,” Gerard said. “Hey.”

Martin looked up.

“You’re fine,” He repeated.

Tears spilled down Martin’s face.

“Th–Thank you. Gerard.”

Gerard got up and sat beside him on the bed. He squeezed his shoulder awkwardly. Martin instantly pressed in quietly shaking on his shoulder. He gave his back a few pats, but let him cry it out. It was uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, but the kid needed it, and Gerard was emotionally distant for his own sake, but he wasn’t emotionally dead.

His crying subsided eventually.

“Why don’t you rest in here for a bit, I’ll get us some food. That alright?”

Martin nodded. “Y-yes. You really don’t mind me staying?”

Gerard knew he should kick him out. Give him to child services and let the government sort him out because keeping him here was a bad idea.

Maybe he was lonely… or maybe it was because he wanted to believe family did matter in the good ways. Maybe it was just Martin’s lost look. Whatever it was he nodded.

“Long as you like,” He told him.

Gerard left the room and headed upstairs to his mother’s old office. He dug around and found a plain brown box, packing tape, and a sharpy, as well as enough stampage. He stared at the book he had avoided touching knowing she might pop out at any moment.

“Right.” He inhaled slowly. Slipped the book into the box and wrapped it. Carefully wrote out the address of the Magnus Institute.

If anyone could hold her it was them.

He went out and threw the book in the post, then grabbed some curry and headed back. He opened the door and stepped on the junkmail. There was a letter among it all in familiar and precise handwriting. He dipped and picked it up, slipping it in his pocket. He knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Martin said. His voice sounded a lot stronger.

“So, it’s actually good timing if you don’t mind the work,” Gerard said as if Martin was just here to visit him. “I need to pack up and sell this place.”

“You’re moving?”

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. There was a strange lift inside him saying it out loud. “I mean… we are…”

Martin nodded eagerly. “Right. I can help!”

“We don’t have to start right now, eat your curry.”

“In here?”

“The place is a disaster,” Gerard said. “I’m almost tempted to burn it all and save some time.”

Martin laughed. The first time he heard since he got here. Small and a bit timid, but there all the same.

-

He gave Martin his bedroom and made do on an old couch in a room Gerard couldn’t have put a name to. It was full of books like the rest. So more of the store. He remembered the letter and pulled it out. Neatly written in Jon’s handwriting:

Dear Gerry,

You haven’t written back since my last letter and I’ve lost patience with you which is why I’m writing now. If you’re trying to protect me, or think that I might think the worst of you for what I’ve read in the papers you’ll find yourself very much mistaken. All you’re doing is being stubborn and thickheaded.

I know that you didn’t kill your mother, and if you did, you probably had a good reason for it and she probably wouldn’t have been considered anyone’s mother anymore, so you need to write me back, or I’ll break the promise we made and come straight to this address and make you talk to me.

Gerry snorted at that. He’d like to see Jon try. He hadn’t seen the weedy boy in years, but he had the feeling he hadn’t grown all that much.

So. Write back to me. You said you would. I know whatever happened you did what you had to. And I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you’re okay.

Sincerely,

Jonathan Sims, Bournemouth  

P. S. I think I’m right about the docks.

Gerard scowled at the post script. That little… he sighed. Two thirteen year old boys he had no business looking after. He shook his head.

The ending was nice. Through all of his bluster Jon was worried about him, but if he thought Gerard wouldn’t go down to Bornemouth and kick his arse for going anywhere near the docks after he had explicitly told him not to…

He got up and grabbed a pen and paper.

Jon,

Do. Not. Go. To. The. Docks.

I’ll look into it.

-Gerard

P.S. I’m fine.

He stared at the letter. He should go into it a bit more, but he was too tired for it. He put it in an envelope and addressed it, planning to send it the next day. For now he’d sleep. Try to figure out what to do with Martin.

[gayspock]

dont rb, dont rply.. im sorry im making a lot of personal posts in a row but Jeez lads its [opens vodka boddle] suddenly depression night

honestly i dont even want to thnik about what the fucks goin to happen in the near future vis a vis the Impending Doom and my life falling the fuck apart and so hilariously instead im gonna Sit here and INSTEAD cry about the past and think about how i only ever make fuckin mistakes and ruin my life and exist as a Fucking joke to everyone around me and like. theres that Haunting feelin when you look back and realise that oh god!!!!!!! i always was gonna just end up sitting alone in a fucking cupboard crying!!!! and its so STUPID!! i feel so stupid sometimes looking back at my past self and see all the times i was STUPID enought o fuckn hope sth could turn out different like. thinking i could get away from this House and thinking i could find a place that i feel comfortable and i remember being so Fucking idiotic!! LIKE to ever think i could do fucking anything when its so obvious im Nothing, when EVERYONE knew i was a gd damn failure but noo!!!! i used to buy into the fucking empty ass idea that its gonna be Okay one day when its not gonna be and thats just? how it is.  it just get worse and worse and GOD i dont know im just crying like an idiot because i dont know where the fuck im going in life and im too fucking much of a mess to do fucking anythin and i feel so damn trapped and alone and god isnt it fucking brillaint remembering how alone u are how everyone thinks ur highkey a fucking idiot and a joke and fucking LOVE to judge u behind ur back to the point where they think ur STUPID enough to even fall for some of the DEEPEST bullshit well jokes oon them becase the truth is i fucking am !! eve when i see it . because god knows if im not that fuckign pathetic AND I know its my fualt i shoudl just fucking grow a backbone for ONCE in my life and fucking tells eomeone to FUCK OFF  or at least be truthful when im upst but no little bitch scareyd ppants doesnt want to fucking throw up over themselves for being in the way for the bajillionth time and its jsut a fucking Wreck its just a ucking wreck i wish i didnt even fucking . try.  i wish i did fukcing kill myself my GOD it always comes back to that gee boy howdy i WISH i did fucking throw myself in front of a train when i had the chance because since then everythings jus t felt so dso uckng  numb and god  i dont even CARE any mre whatever bitch fuck it UP i guess i know its and god god im jsut. HEAD EXPLOSION time over ten million different fucking things and  god i wana throw up i want to fuckn throw up but im still too scared to leave my god damn room bc my parents are walking about now and heeyoooooooooo ISSKSDPFOFKPSFK

[justwanthappy]

May 2nd 21

Life sucks so much right now. I’m back to being depressed and miserable, I hate my job, my house, my environment, my WEIGHT, my looks, my personality.. everything. My dog died last Tuesday and I am literally fucking devastated.. like, more than one usually is over a dog. He was like my son.. he represented an amazing time in my life. I adopted him during the best year of my life. I’m just, gutted. I will never get over it- that’s not an exaggeration. Nothing will ever be the same 😔 I’ve been crying every day.

And unfortunately I’m a dickhead who binges when I’m sad, so I’ve been eating EXCESSIVE amounts of food ever since he died, and even before. I’ve also been drinking a LOT. I have gained so much weight. I look awful. This is THE worst I have ever looked in my life. Ever.

I’m done. I don’t want to be happy right now because tbh, I’m not ready to be happy without my baby 🐶😔 but for fucks sake, I’m gonna be thin. I’m going to get skinny. I don’t care how I do it- but I am doing it, and sticking to it. I saw SO many girls out today with gorgeous bodies, some young, some older, some with babies and young children. They surely cannot ALL have eating disorders. So it is fucking possible to maintain a skinny weight normally and I’m fucking doing it.

It’s finally starting to get cold here so I’m gonna go on lovely long walks all the time. Tomorrow I don’t start work until 4pm so I’ve the whole day to myself. Going to go for a huge walk, work out, and start on cleaning my shit hole of a house. I’m gonna REALLY clean, clear, and rearrange it. I’m sick of my environment making me miserable and giving me anxiety. I’m also eating super low cal and starting to get my fat gut used to eating LITTLE again. Also going to start drinking loads of herbal/green tea. And cut down on coffee. Work is going to suck a big bag of dicks... but tbh I don’t know if I’ll stay. I don’t even care about a career. I just want a low stress job which is Monday to Friday and in the DAY TIME. sick of working at night. I don’t care about anything but being happy. God I want to know what it feels like to be overall happy. Not just small bursts of happiness which don’t last long. The last time I was consistently happy was 2014.

I don’t have much time to lose weight anymore (the wedding) so I’m gonna have to go to drastic measures. Don’t care. I don’t care about much anything anymore. I don’t wana do anything. I just want to stay home, get high, and go for long walks. Literally my life last year... 2020 was actually a good year for me, apart from maybe 3 months. 2021 has been FUCKING HORRIFIC. Worst year ever so far. I’m also on Zoloft now but it hasn’t done shit. Seeing my doctor next Sunday and he’ll probably up the dose but I’ve heard it makes you gain weight? So idfk.

I’m unhappy. But I know what I can do to chase and achieve happiness, and I’m doing it. I need to have some control. I literally just want this year to end now though. I’m already over it. Bring on 2022 please.

I also just want my dog back 😔 nothing will ever be the same without him. Just another reason for me to want to live in/cling on to the past. I’m doing this for him. I know he’d want me to be happy. He didn’t like when I was sad. I need to stay in this mindset all week and not let work throw me off. Just keep remembering that I’ll be out of there soon. Whenever I want. I’ll do it. I’ll make it. I’ll figure it out. I will. I truly believe it just hasn’t been my time YET. But I’ll get there. I’ll get my turn. 2013 and 2014 were just a sneak preview into how happy my life can be.

[whiskeyheartstrings]

13 reasons why I need to leave you

(Original title: Disturbing thought of the day )

190821. My face is all over your lock screen. So every time you unlock your phone to text Kristine, or Kaye, or Amy, you first look straight into my face.

And then, you continue. You send them your dick pics, call them babe, sexy, tell them how much you want them, and tell them in graphic detail how much you wana fuck them.

190822. You keep saying how much you hate yourself and that you are an assh*le, how you’re sorry you hurt me. This doesn’t mean anything, in the grand scheme of things.

What you need to be is sorry for your actions, remorseful of your choices and know that you choose what or who you want to be. If you don’t know that, this relationship isn’t for us.

190823. I’m always going to be second to someone or something else. You’re never going to play full out with me. Even in this moment of desperation, you can’t make me the most important thing. For one week. How can you promise a lifetime?

190826. Still talking to a wall. Still not getting the amount of checkins I asked for..perhaps you don’t actually understand paranoia. Or perhaps you just don’t know how to love anyone except for yourself.

もういいです。

What do I want to see? Persistence. A straight out declaration of love, of care, of affection. Even if you get rejected.. cos that’s what I’ve been doing for 1.5 years. It’s your turn. And if you don’t want to play, don’t ask me to play.

190914 I want to be with someone who invests in my goals and raises it. I am not the best version of myself when I’m with you.

The things you say, the way we are, doesn’t inspire me to be the best I can be.

190916 you keep chucking away plastic bags like it’s nothing.

190917 our 10 years... not that it means anything now. And you never remembered.

190926 every time I told you about a concern you just thought I was throwing a tantrum?

You thought you were being a great boyfriend already.

Your first 3 lines to me when I confronted you were:

1. Why did you go through my phone?

2. I didn’t ACTUALLY have sex with any of them.

3. Calm down.

And even now, somehow you think you can just cry or wait a while and come back like nothing happened.

191008 We’re still not on the same page. I don’t want you to just parrot what I say or tell me what you think I want to hear- I want your truth. But up to now you’re still telling me soft lies.

191012 you Skyped other women for sex but you never Skyped me, or even called, the whole time I was away.

191012 after 10 years you still don’t know how to set an alarm and be on time. Though I must be the thick one since I’ve been waiting for 10 years for you to learn this skill.

191019 all those promises of all the things you’ll buy for me, treat me to a ryokan experience, at the end of it, when it comes time to do the math, you don’t honour This at all. Not only that, but you’re even pointing out things that you’ve paid for (which I thought was part of ‘nice things you’re doing’) which I haven’t paid back yet. All talk no substance. I don’t need you to buy me stuff or support me, but if you say you’ll do something, have the integrity to follow through.

As I said to you last week- I’m letting go of all the previous expectations of you. This has now just extended itself. That’s fine.

191110 I hate the way you focus only on the sounds our body makes, really dumb things like if my sitting down on a couch makes a squeak. I wish we had more to talk about than that. I wish I could be a higher self than what we reduce me to.

[whimsical-bard]

Been a while.

A slight breeze gently blew through the clearing she rested in; the faint smell of the cherry blossom trees surrounding her and the soft feeling of stray petals falling against her bare shoulders all being telltale signs spring had arrived. It was comfortably warm that day, without a cloud in the sky, yet, she still felt sadness creeping up; another summer, but this time, something was different.

Everything... Has changed.

She let out a sigh, leaning back against the stone that sat comfortably in the clearing. The forget-me-nots that usually littered the clearing had already started to grow; little bright blue flowers dotting the lush, green grass that grew underneath her, complimenting the cherry blossoms perfectly. Looking up at the sky, she placed a hand over her forehead to shield her remaining eye from the sun's merciless rays. She let out a huff, standing up and turning around to face the resting place of her brother.

"Hey, Mizu... It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She smiled sadly, sitting cross-legged in front of it.

"It's spring now, like - ACTUALLY spring. Not whatever sorry excuse for spring it was the last time I visited you..."

"Well, first things first. I left. It was more trouble than it was worth, honestly - I felt as though they really didn't care about me, or the people I cared about... But, either way, it's over now, and I can't help but feel relieved. I've moved, I've finally found people who genuinely do care about me and my wellbeing, and I'm honestly really happy here. Wulf and Yaku have been so kind to me, and to Wana and everyone else that I'm friends with... It warms my heart. I don't know where I'd be without them - on the streets, perhaps? I don't know. I'm just glad to know them."

"Speaking of Yaku, we've been getting really close as of late; he's the first person I talk to when I wake up, and the last person I talk to before I go to sleep. He's been helping me through everything that's happened - he helped me move my stuff, he's helped me stand up for myself, he's just... Overall made me a better person. He reminds me a lot of you, being completely honest, and I think you guys would get along if you met. I'm just.. Really, really lucky to know him. He talks about his wife, Fey, a lot, and they're so cute together I just can't get over it. I've never met her face to face, though. She always seems to come around when I'm sleeping."

"Everything is almost perfect. I have somewhere to call home - they bought me a new piano, can you believe it? It's light blue and white, and absolutely stunning. It almost looks like I do now; my hair turned white, and my eyes - well, eye, turned blue! It was so odd, it happened overnight... But, I think it suits me in a way. I'm no longer the person I was back then; I have grown, I have changed, and this is just physical proof of that. But.."

Tears began to fall down her freckled cheeks, dropping down onto her hands.

"I still miss you more than anything in this world."

"You're the last thing I think of when I fall asleep every night. I've been.. Having nightmares. About you. About Yaku. Yaku especially... He reminds me of you in more ways than one. He doesn't like to talk to me about things regarding his feelings, he keeps it bottled up most of the time... It worries me, you know? I'm scared - I have dreams where he ends up just like you. And instead of coming here to visit just you, I'd be coming to visit both of my brothers. I've lost so much, so fucking much, I don't think I could take much more. He's helped me just like you did, all those years ago, chasing away the bad thoughts and hugging me tight until I fall asleep... I can't lose him too. I can't."

She let out a choked sob, burying her face in her hands.

"What did you expect? What were you thinking? Did you think I'd be okay without you? Because I'm not. I haven't been okay. Ever since you left, everything has gone to complete shit. During the day, I can function, but the second I'm alone I just... Lose it. It hurts. It hurts so bad, and it hasn't gone away. Everyone says it'll get better, but when? When will I be able to wake up and not want to start crying? When will I be able to live without feeling this weight on my chest?"

She sighed, leaning back as she wiped her tear-stained cheeks.

"I guess I'll just have to keep living until I find out. As much as I want to right now, I can't just die... People are depending on me still. Yaku and I promised each other that we'd always be there for one another, and that we wouldn't do anything stupid. Not to mention, you saved me all those years ago; you're the reason I am who I am, and the reason I'm alive today... It'd be insulting to just throw that all away, wouldn't it?"

She smiled sadly, standing up once again and gazing at the solitary stone.

"Well, it's getting a bit late.. Yaku is probably wondering where I am, so I should go. I'm glad I was able to come talk to you today - it's been way too long. Summer is on its way now, so I should be here a lot more... I love you, Mizu. I always will. And I miss you more than anything. But, I hope that wherever you are, you're having a good day, and that you're thinking of me too."

And with that, she disappeared into the woods once more.

[curious-menace]

Have I really ever requested one thing of you (the pegging telltale Riddler h/c)? Time to change that; let's see how the Eddies would respond to being told by their partner that they're a "bad boy" and "need to be punishment" (sexually, of course) - Pegging Anon.

I really enjoy these kinds of asks. honestly just give me a blank check for mayhem, unleash me upon the riddlers like a plague of locusts 

nsfw below the cut

Arkham! Riddler

please be careful with this riddler. He has problems reading peoples tone and if he thinks youre angry at him you're liable to send him into a panic.

he really doesn't like dirty talk. dont call him a slut or a whore or anything like that. Not only is it demeaning and humiliating( 2 things this riddler doesnt deal well with) its just a terrible way to get him to do what you want.

again, the idea of punishment in a sexy setting is a turn off for him. He’s afraid of being strangled or choked and he doesn't find being hit sexy.

to put it simply, this riddler reacts better to the carrot than the stick. if you want a good reaction out of him, praise and affection work better. call him a good boy, give him pets and rewards. 

IF you were to coax him into it, safeword, soft restraints and reassuring from you that everything will be ok, he’ll still probably cry. he might enjoy himself but the emotional stress will still leave him in an utter state.

i know some people use BDSM to cope with trauma but maybe dont try this on him. pitch the idea and let him mull it over. dont bring it up more than once or twice and let him decide

he always needs a lot of aftercare. he needs to be constantly reassured, not just after sex, that you love him , that he’s done well. lots of kisses and soft words and let him rest from the heavy stuff for a little while. 

Blacklight riddler

another riddler you need to tread carefully with. he’s a kinky shit but like...a soft kinky shit who bruises easily.

He wont need coaxing. its either a hell yes or a hell no and you shouldn't push that. He likes sex games but he’s got trauma, sometimes something that was fine yesterday is triggering today so please be gentle and respectful with him.

He doesnt mind being called a bad boy, just not too often. mix it up and don't patronise him all the time . you can tell him off without treating him like a kid. 

he likes edging and orgasm denial as a punishment. just dont ruin his orgasm or he wont let you do it again. 

please don't ever hit him during sex. a playful thump on the arm when he’s telling a bad joke is one thing but if you touch him roughly during the act, even if he knows its coming, he finds it triggering. 

He’s pretty exclusively a sub but don't think that means he’s into punishment all the time. mostly he just likes his dominant to take care of him.

BTAS Riddler

i feel like it would throw him for a loop. he’d be confused as all hell, even if you said it in a sexy voice he might not get the message.

 he’d probably scoff at the idea. the notion that he’s anything other than perfect is laughable. he’s certainly not some sort of bad boy. you should sit on his lap and get him on the same page as you. watch his mouth go dry and his eyes go wide as you explain all the things you're going to do to him for being bad. he’ll do his best to stay composed but we both know its you who’d be wearing the pants by the end of the conversation. 

he’d want to be tied up. he’ll be gibbering and rambling the entire time, desperately trying to stay in control of the situation.  He’ll try to do things for you but a gentle reminder that you’re in control and if he doesn't anything he’ll be punished more will have him biting his tongue. 

I think humiliation works best on this one. im imagining something with rope or his suits since he’s so fond of them. maybe try and make him cum while still clothed? maybe some shibari under his suit jacket? i’ll let you decide. 

he doesnt have a safeword bc he thinks its strictly a bdsm thing and refuses to admit he’s into that. he prefers to use the traffic light system. although you probably had to teach him that. before hand he was using some nonsense riddler made system involving humming different songs. ode to joy for fun/keep going and  vivaldi winter for slow down.  you will have to gently explain what a batshit insane idea that was. 

Original Riddler

I imagine he’d be into it, moreso initially than the others. He doesnt have so much emotional baggage and he’s game to try anything once. 

I dont know if he’d find the idea of punishment sexy but he’ll try it for you. he’d probably just prefer you to frame it as impact play or degradation or whatever “just because” you wanna try it. something about it being a meant as a punishment just seems weird to him 

he does like being called names but in a cute playful way. he’s not liable to take offence at anything you say, inside or outside the bedroom but digs at his appearance do sting a little. even if youre “in character” so to speak when you say them. just reassure him after that you dont really think those things.

He’s one of the tallest riddlers and also has zero shame so you’ll need to be inventive when thinking of punishments. tying him up could actually hurt him with his circulation, he runs around in glittery spandex all day anyway so good luck trying to humiliate him. 

Because he is so tall and strong, its hard to hurt him. you could try spanking him, ask him to count out the spanks and listen as his voice gets higher and more unsteady with each one. 

actually in that note and given his penchant for dress up maybe you could try sub/dom roleplay? pretend you're a doctor/nurse or something and you're punishing him for his bad diet? if the punishment thing doesn't work out at least you’ll both get a giggle out of it. 

Telltale Riddler

Oh he is absolutely going to fight you on this one “i think YOU'RE the one who needs punishing , love.” . if you want to punish him you’ll have to fight for that right

he’s never really subbed before he met you. He’s happy to show you how to punish a sub but he really needs practice letting someone else hold the reins.

he pretends he doesn't like dirty talk. if you get him riled up and start whispering filthy things in his ear he’s going to melt a little. 

I cant think of a specific he’d like or something he’d find egregiously offensive, so i think you've got a blank cheque for mayhem here. do what you like and he’ll tell you then and there if he’s into it or not.  

but no blinders or restraints though. he’s claustrophobic after being in that icebox. He IS an escapartist mind you. even if you put him in something he’ll have wiggled out of it before you can blink . he MIGHT tolerate something just there for aesthetics or because the fabric feels nice, like maybe his tie or your hair bow tied loosely around his arms.

in the same vein, he’s sensitive so maybe you could lightly torture him with some sensory stuff. ice cubes or wax play?

Zero year Riddler

i Cannot stress to you enough what a horny fuck this one is. at the mere MENTION of sexy punishment he’s like “oh yes punish me ive been bad “ wiggling his ass in the air like a target. will call you Daddy regardless of your gender because we all know he has  issues. 

He’s 100 percent going to lean into it, goad you and taunt you to punish him more, get angrier or hit him harder. he gets off on the pain, yes but he also just really enjoys being an insufferable shit. 

“EDWARD THIS IS PUNISHMENT YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO ENJOY IT” - you, probably. 

i dont think the traditional sexy punishment things will work on this one. youre going to have to get creative. like tell him you are in charge of his wardrobe and death traps for the week. 

something that MIGHT work would be forcing him to wear a toy or even just some lingerie under his suit. He’s going to be embarrassed as all hell because this riddler is a big buff cheeto puff who takes his appearance seriously. BUT he cant deny the thrill of maybe the lace poking out over his waist band when he bends or the outline of a bralette being seen under his shirt, isnt a little arousing.

please dont be surprised when he turns around a week later and pulls this exact same shit on you. 

there you go nonnie !  this one was quite a lot of fun! i have a rule of trying not to write more than 6 points for each but it was hard to compress down this time around. so much variety in personality and temperament in the one character there's a lot to write about 

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜