#ms. kringle

[tmntismdoodls]

rewatched the ep where michelangelo becomes human for a hot second and i just could not handle his goofy ass human design so i made my own

[angelogistics]

sometimes a beloved childhood christmas movie can be so t4t

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

[meganlpie]

It's the Little Things

Based on this request: would you be able to write Gotham Edward and pregnant wife, and ed just being super soft and protective when they are both at work. She works with ms Kringle in the archives, hopefully that makes sense. from @sirlsplayland

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are not mine! They belong to the writers/creators of the Batman Universe and "Gotham".

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of pregnancy, early season 1 Kringle. Protective Edward and Protective reader

Pairings: Edward Nygma x fem!wife reader, Kristin Kringle

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes when you sank down into the not-so-comfortable chair in your and Kristin’s office. While it wasn’t your ideal seat, anywhere you could get off your feet was a blessing at this point. The door opened, but you didn’t bother to open your eyes until the smell of peppermint tea hit your nose. 

“Your morning sickness is always the worst around lunch,” came the voice of your husband. You smiled and let your eyes open to look at him. “Thank you, Ed. You didn’t have to do this.” Edward rolled his eyes as he always did when you said things like that. You took the mug, noting that it was Edward’s favorite one with the green question mark. A gift from you in the early stages of your relationship.

  “Have you eaten?” You shook your head, “I haven’t been as hungry today.” Edward kissed your forehead. “Something small then. I’ll be right back.” 

Edward practically ran into Kristin as he was leaving the room. He mumbled out an apology, knowing that your co-worker didn’t like him, and left to grab your lunch. “I still don’t understand what you see in him,” Kristin said when she sat in her seat across from her. You glared. “Watch it, Kringle.” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N! He’s just…strange.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re all strange. You just haven’t met someone to match your strange yet, but if you insult my husband again, I will personally make sure you can’t breathe through your nose for at least a week. Got it?” Kristin’s eyes widened briefly, but nodded. She’s seen your temper before and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. You went back to your paperwork.

A few moments later, Edward returned with food and a smile. “Lunch, my lady.” You giggled and thanked him. Then you groaned a bit, causing him to nearly drop your food. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby?” You bit back a laugh at his sudden frantic energy. 

“I’m fine, Ed. Your child just decided to play soccer for a moment, like they do every single time you speak.” Edward placed a hand on your stomach, instantly calming the child within. Another happy sigh escaped you and Edward chuckled. Kristin tried to ignore the two of you, but she was honestly jealous. She wanted what you had.

 “Can I get you anything  before I get back to my own work?” Edward asked and you shook your head. “No thank you. But could we get takeout for supper?” Another kiss to your forehead. “What baby wants, baby gets,” he replied before nodding to Kristin and leaving your office yet again.

You turned to Kristin. “That’s why I love him. It’s the little things. Knowing when my morning sickness is the worst and bringing me tea to soothe my stomach. In his favorite mug, no less. Bringing me lunch and checking in on me even before I got pregnant. We know each other’s hobbies and favorite foods. I can be completely myself with him and he with me. I know I don’t have to guess what Edward is feeling because he feels safe enough to tell me. We don’t have to face this dark world alone. Edward is my rock and I’m his.” 

Kristin said nothing and you stretched. “You know what, I think I’m gonna head out for the day. Maybe start my maternity leave a little early. When I come back, I expect you to have a better attitude surrounding my husband, ‘kay?” With that, you got up, grabbed your food, and waddled your happy, seven-months pregnant self out of the office only to find Edward right around the corner. 

Without giving you a chance to speak, Edward gently cupped your face and placed a kiss on your lips. “I love you.” You smiled at him. “I love you too. You heard that, huh?” He nodded. “I could tell you had been arguing before I brought your lunch. I wanted to make sure you were okay. But you started talking and I didn’t want to interrupt. Thank you, for everything. For standing up for me. For us.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, Ed. I adore you and all your strange idiosyncrasies.” Edward wrapped his arms around you and gave you a little hug. “I’m going to the captain and putting in for my maternity leave right now. I need a break from that woman in there.” 

“Want me to go with you?” You agreed and Edward took your hand in his as the two of you walked toward the captain’s office. Edward gave little glares to anyone who looked at you strangely and you laughed. Once in the office, Edward guided you to a seat and then slid something toward you so you could put your feet up. As you spoke with the captain, you felt Edward’s presence, making sure you were okay and your heart felt full and light. It really was the little things.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[castiels-slinky]

Ed Nygma Headcanons

Despite being incredible with puzzles, Ed is absolute ass at Wordle.

Ed’s eyesight is VERY poor. Like, he's practically blind without his glasses.

He’s very much into poetry!

It’s relatively obvious, but it’s worth noting that Eddie has a superiority complex. He’s been told his whole life that he’s nothing and, to be honest, he believes this. However, he puts on a mask of arrogance in hopes of making himself feel better.

Ed has a genuine fear of Arkham. This is a direct result of the severe mistreatment he faced there and the mental torture he went through.

Ed's family (primarily his father) was/is rather homophobic. As a result, Ed takes anything regarding his identity very seriously.

For more formal events, Ed tends to switch out his glasses for contacts. He feels that he appears more professional this way.

Ed doesn't have many regrets when it comes to his criminality, but he does regret what happened to Ms. Kringle. He fears that he'll hurt everyone he loves like that.

He ADORES fashion!

[bibuckaroo]

i’m more and more convinced that a writer from 911 watched the gotham storyline where ed met isabella, the perfect clone from ms. kringle, and decided to pursue her to have a do over and said ‘omg, this is a brilliant storyline, we should use that’. not only that, but they also decided to make kim absolutely insane and instead of her being freaked out about the whole story, she dresses up like shannon, just like isabella, guys, the dots are connecting, i swear.

and then there was the whole thing of oswald being in love with ed, and ed being to repressed to reciprocate these feelings, which is… very telling. i can’t not unsee this, pls somebody save me from these parallels.

also, alexa play is it over now? by miss taylor swift. ifykyk.

[t4tails]

ed doesnt even do his job anymore he just shows up once an episode to wistfully gaze into ms kringles eyes and hallucinate

[soadscrawl]

riddler design stuff for the insane gotham universe that lives in my head, more content below the cut!!!

-Ed is a liguistics major at GCU, but they also have learned multiple languages as part of their upbringing.

-they took a particular interest in their professor Kristen Kringle, who is much more interested in their work and much kinder to them than both other professors and other students. They take any extra chance they can to be in her classroom or in her presence, even if they know she thinks of them as nothing more than a particularly bright student.

-Due to trying to save money to leave their tumultuous living situation, they work some odd jobs for Ms. Gertrude Kapelput, AKA the Penguin, and the owner of the Iceburg Lounge. They got the job per professor Kringles recommendation. Eds main tasks are hacking into chatlogs and private servers owned by penguins enemies and unscrambling whatever codewords or codes they use to communicate incognito. The job also sometimes involves translating things from other languages.

-Ms. Kapelput, despite being a hardass, actually quite likes Ed, and sees a lot of potential in how he can help her run the underworld. Ed is still very bright-eyed and naive, but is still very troubled. After all, hes still willing to decode what she needs without blinking an eye at the horrifying shit they have to read, and tend to just be enthusiastic about getting to solve a puzzle. Kapelput has an interest in using that to her advantage to get Ed as her right hand man.

-Because penguin both likes and trusts Ed, she often calls them to her personal residence to help with whatever important information just came in. Ed doesn't like going to her home when her son, Oswald is around, though.

-Oswald graduated high school a couple years after Ed, and has just been generally freeloading and getting into debauchery since. He and Ed don't quite get along, but its almost exclusively Oswald bothering Ed from their work and trying to get them in trouble for kicks.

Thats all lol. I have a vauge plot in mind, its more of a riddler origin story in a way i guess? Maybe ill post more maybe not idk lol

[sciderman]

is ms. claus just santa claus' dragsona... 🤔

i think her name would be jingle belle... or krissie kringle, maybe.

[rainbowmewz]

edward nygma (gotham) and OSDD-1a

hi! welcome to my hellhole!! i’ve been thinking about the topic of this post for a while and i just needed to yell about it here bc yelling about it on twitter under a meme post wasn’t enough for me xD

SO! let’s talk about this. i was highly generalizing in the tweet above because i personally don’t think edward nygma suffers from dissociative identity disorder. instead, i believe he suffers from other specified dissociative disorder, specifically subtype 1a.

below the “keep reading”, i will discuss a general overview of DID and OSDD, why i think this is the case for edward nygma, and a review of the representation of it in gotham. be warned that this post has a general trigger warning for discussions of abuse, self-harm, suicide, and drug abuse. this discussion is not in depth at all, but just as a warning if you wanna avoid this post! this post also has a trigger warning for discussions of negative portrayals of DID/OSDD (such as in films like m. night shyamalan’s split and discussions of tropes such as “evil alters”).

OSDD-1 is a subtype of OSDD that is very similar to DID. to get a general gist of what OSDD is, we first have to define DID. DID (dissociative identity disorder), which used to be referred to as MPD (multiple personality disorder), is a dissociative disorder that forms in early childhood as a reaction to prolonged and/or severe trauma (abuse, for example). this causes a child’s brain to split into multiple parts, called alters, and experience amnesia/dissociation between these parts. in OSDD-1 (other specified dissociative disorder), there’s two subtypes, 1a and 1b. in 1a, there’s dissociation between parts, but their parts aren’t as distinct as someone who has DID. on the other end of the spectrum, in 1b, alters are highly distinct but experience little to no amnesia between them. as stated previously, i believe gotham’s portrayal of edward nygma/the riddler has OSDD-1a.

to avoid confusion, in this post, i’ll be referring to the two as a whole as “edward nygma”, “edward”, or “nygma”; i’ll refer to the alter we’re first introduced to as “ed”; and the alter we’re introduced to next as “the riddler” or “riddler”.

while we don’t know anything about edward’s childhood in gotham, many other portrayals of the character (arkhamverse, general comic lore, etc.) mention an abusive past, specifically at the hands of his father. in general comic lore, this abuse explains where his compulsions for showing his intelligence comes from. if this backstory is true for gotham’s portrayal of nygma, which we will assume for this analysis, this is the trauma element of OSDD.

our first introduction to the idea of edward having a dissociative disorder is in season 2 episode 1. while this is our first introduction to the difference between ed and the riddler, the two seem to have a history of co-existing before this scene (ed tells riddler stuff such as: “i get nervous when you talk to me with other people around like that” and “i know where this is going. i told you, leave ms. kringle alone”).

now that we have those basics down (trauma and evidence of a long-standing dissociative disorder), i’ll be referring to an article written by DID-Research.org titled “DID Versus OSDD-1″. this will hopefully help my thoughts be more concise, since i tend to.. go all over the place with this stuff. i tried to write my thoughts on this topic in a discord server before and it went in 50 different directions x3

DID-Research’s article discusses how the parts in OSDD-1a are different from disorders such as borderline personality disorder, posttraumatic stress disorder, and complex posttraumatic stress disorder. while OSDD-1a’s parts are way less differentiated as ones in DID or OSDD-1b, since individuals “are more likely to present as the same individual”, these parts can have “different skills, emotional reactivity, or ways of interacting with the world”. to me, this sounds exactly like what riddler and ed go through throughout gotham. as early as season 2, riddler is shown as more confident, brash, and witty than his counterpart. ed is more focused on living a normal life, he wants to live out this fantasy with kristen, then isabella, then lee. this is all he craves, to be seen as normal and not a freak. riddler on the other hand, isn’t as concerned. sure, he originally wants to pursue kristen, but in a way to introduce a sense of excitement and power in him and ed’s life.

this mention of ed’s craving for a normal life is something.. very interesting as well. according to the theory of structural dissociation, there’s two types of parts a person with OSDD/DID could have. these are referred to as Apparently Normal Parts (ANPs, these alters take care of daily life, often are avoidant (or unaware) of trauma, and have a need to appear high-functioning (sound like anyone we know?)) and Emotional Parts (EPs, these alters represent dissociation and trauma through memories, internalized beliefs, and learned responses). ed seems much like an ANP, while riddler seems more like an EP. an article discussing the differences of ANPs and EPs states that an ANP “might engage in self harm or use psychogenic substances in attempts to forcefully tether themselves to the present and prevent EP from intruding”. this sounds very familiar, does it not? his abuse of hallucinogens in season 3 to see oswald again, using pills again in season 4 to try and get rid of the riddler, and if i remember correctly, plotting to kill himself in season 4 as well.

as i stated, the article talks about how OSDD-1a is different from an identity disturbance in disorders such as BPD, PTSD, and C-PTSD. the article specifically says that people with these disorders might feel a loss of control, but never “feel that different parts of them are capable of acting independently or that different parts of them have and express their own views or goals”. this exact quote proves that what nygma might be experiencing is OSDD-1a. our introduction to the two psyches of edward nygma show their differing goals and views. as another example, in season 5, riddler is completely unaware of ed’s plan to destroy haven and is shown as extremely distraught when he appears in different places without knowledge of what happened beforehand.

so.. it seems obvious that edward nygma has OSDD-1a, right? so... how would i, as a psychology major, someone who possibly has DID/OSDD, and someone who’s known multiple people with DID/OSDD, review this representation?

i’d say... it’s pretty good for what it’s worth!! gotham as a tv show has always dealt with terrible writing and a lot of things could have been written better, but this topic is surprisingly one they handled pretty okay. there was... a lot of room for more and it’s quite strange to see the dissociative disorder representation go to edward nygma instead of a character such as harvey dent (who’s a whole other can of worms and has been stated to have “MPD” in the past).

it’s really refreshing to see representation of DID/OSDD that doesn’t rely on played out and disgusting tropes such as “evil alters”. while it seems like riddler might play out as an evil alter, both ed and riddler are both messed up in their own ways. there’s no evil alter to stop, they’re both.. villains in their own ways (blowing up a place w/ the most vulnerable members of the city vs hiding your dead gf’s body parts over a police precinct, pick your poison). i also enjoy how cory michael smith portrays the two psyches of edward nygma and portrays the way the two switch in and out!

you’re free to disagree with my opinion as well. i’d love to have a discussion in the comments or reblogs :DD!! i just... really enjoyed writing this up. if i missed anything, just tell me :33

[3n1gm4blogs]

Have you ever even touched a woman?? Jervis doesnt count

:(

I have actually! There was Ms. Kyle, Kristen Kringle, and there was Three-Face that one time…

[eridanisanenby]

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Freedom Fighters

Freddy Freeman

Felix Faust

Guardian of the Galaxy

Green Goblin

Guy Gardener

Gorilla Grodd

Gotham Gazette

Gotham Globe

Gotham General

Green Guardsman

Golden Glider

Glorious Gordon Godfrey

Happy Hogan

Hank Hensley

Hank Hall (Hawk)

Henry “Hank” Henshaw

Hank Hall

Hippolyta "lyta" Hall

Hank Haywood

Jessica Jones

John Jonah Jameson

Katherine “Kate” Kane

Kristen Kringle

Kip Kettering

Lacie Lorraine

Loki Laufeyson

Lunella Lafayette

Lonnie Lincoln

Lois Lane

Lex Luther

Lighting Lad

Linda Lee

Luma Lynai

Lana Lang

Laura Lang

Louise Lincoln

dinah Laurel Lance

Linda Lang

Lena Luther

MasterMind

May Melinda

Miles Morales (og 42)

Meows Morales

Michael Morbius

Multiverse of Madness

MilkMan Man

Mateo Maximoff

Marya Maximoff

Mole Man

Mister Mxyptlk “Mxy”

M’gann M’orzz/Megan Morse/Miss Martian

Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi

Mary Marvel

Miguel Montez

Music Master

Mr. Miracle

Mirror Master

Mad Mod

Malcolm Merlyn

Maria Mercedes Mooney

Matches Malone

Monsieur Mallah

Nia Nal

Olivia Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)

Pepper Potts

Peter Parker(s)

Pabitr Prabhakav

Peni Parker

Peter Porker

Pedro Peña

Penny Plunderer

Quasar’s Quantum bands

Quentin Quale

Reed Richards

Rocket Raccoon

Richard Rider

Roberto “Robbie” Reyes (og 69)

Rachel Roth (Raven)

Ronald Raymond

SlapStick

Sun Spider

Scarlet Spider

Serpent Society

Super Skrull

Silver Sable/Silvija Sablinova

Sinister Syndicate

Sinister Six

Steven Strange (dr Strange)

Sybil Silverlock

Susan “Sue” Storm

Spider-Society

Samuel Sterns

Sebastian Shaw

Suicide Squad

Star Sapphire

Silver St. Cloud

Secret Six

Pter Ptarker (TT)

Taneleer Tivan

Tyros The Terrible (Terrax)

Teen Titans

Titans Tomorrow

Tom Turbine

Traci Thirteen

Unus the Untouchable

Vicki Vale

Valerie Vale

Web Warriors

Wade Winston Wilson

Wallace “Wally” West

Wallace “ace” West II

Wonder Woman

Warlock the Wizard

Wizards & Warlocks

Zatanna Zatara

Zachary Zatara

Zilius Zox

Duela Dent Napier Nigma

Cooper Coen/Web Weaver

Matthew Michael “Matt” Murdock/DareDevil

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Otto Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)/Superior Spider-man

Victor Von doom/Doctor Doom

Warren Worthington III/ArchAngel

Cassandra “Cass” Cain/Black Bat

J’onn J’onnz/John Jones/Hank Henshaw/Martian Manhunter

Kei Kawade/Kaiju Kid(/Kid Kaiju)

Mitchell Mayo/Condiment King

Max Mercury/Windrunner Whip WhirlWind

Red Robin/Joker Junior

Cletus Cortland Kassidy (Carnage)

Clark Kent

Conner “Kon” Kent

Chemical King

Carrie Kelley

Killer Croc

Karen Crane

Seaboard City

Total alliteration: 207

[seaside-writings]

Hiya, all you holly jolly people! It's time once again for me to post another part of my "12 Days of Prompts.*

I will admit this prompt list is a little all over the place considering that it's a lot of quotes from a lot of different Christmas movies, but I still think it works lol.

AS always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

❄ “Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to,” - Fred Gailey (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “This is extremely important. Will you please tell Santa that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back?" - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more,” - Frank Cross (Scrooged)

❄ “You can mess with a lot of things. But you can’t mess with kids on Christmas,” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2: Lost in New York)

❄ “Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ “Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?” - Clarence (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!” - The Narrator (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper,” - Kate Beringer (Gremlins)

❄ “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2)

❄ “Of course. Santa. The big man. The head honcho. The connection,” - Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “A toy is never truly happy until it is loved by a child,” - King Moonraiser (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

❄ “No one should be alone on Christmas,” - Cindy Lou Who, (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “A true selfless act always sparks another,” - Klaus (Klaus)

❄ “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “For when the first snow is also a Christmas snow, well, something wonderful is bound to happen,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems,” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ "But sir, Christmas is a time for giving, a time to be with one’s family,” - Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “It’s all humbug, I tell you,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery,” - Ellen Griswold (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation)

❄ “Son of a nutcracker!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “The thing about trains, it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all really. Maybe it just needs a little love,” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ "This is Christmas! The season of perpetual hope!” - Kate McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “You’ll shoot your eye out kid!” - Mrs. Parker, Ms. Shields, Mall Santa, & Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “You have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card,” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,” - Zuzu Bailey (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “That’s the one good thing about regret: It’s never too late. You can always change tomorrow if you want to,” - Claire Phillips (Scrooged)

❄ “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I suppose it all started with the snow. You see, it was a very special kind of snow. A snow that made the happy happier, and the giddy even giddier. A snow that’d make a homecoming homier, and natural enemies, friends, natural,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Cheer up, dude! It’s Christmas!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street) ❄ “God bless us, everyone!” - Tiny Tim (A Christmas Carol)

[meganlpie]

A Riddle in Pastries

Based on this request: Could you do a s1 Edward x shy reader, where the reader is new assistant for Kristen and has a crush on Ed and secretly leaves small presents on his desk (like coffee or pastries).

Here you are, my lovely! *I do not own ANY Gotham characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show as well as the creators of the comics.*

Warnings: Fluff-ish?? Brief mentions of workplace bullying. It's a little short

Pairings: Edward Nygma x reader

From the moment you'd met him, you had developed an unexpected crush on Edward Nygma. Your boss, Kristen, called him strange and creepy. But you didn't see it that way. Edward simply didn't understand social cues sometimes. It wasn't his fault. Despite that, the man was an absolute genius that no one else seemed to appreciate. Not the captain, not the detectives, not the other officers, and certainly not Kristen.

          "I don't know what you see in him, Y/N," Kristen remarked one afternoon, "But maybe, if the two of you got together, I wouldn't have to be around him so much." You rolled your eyes at her as you went back to your work. You hated how Kristen had everything organized, but this was her space first and she was in charge so you muddled through. But her comment had sparked an idea in you. There was no way in hell you'd be able to tell Edward how you felt. You were far too shy. But maybe there was another way. One that spoke to Edward's more eccentric side.

*time skip Ed's POV*

          Ed cocked his head to the side when he noticed the pastry on his desk that morning. He would have thought it was mistakenly left there if not for the note with his name neatly written on top. As far as he knew, no one in the precinct liked him or even tolerated him enough to leave him a gift. He was wary as he set down his belongings and sat in his chair. Ed debated opening the note for a moment since he was often the butt of office pranks but something told him this was different. So he donned a pair of gloves(can't be too careful) and opened the note.

          Much to Ed's surprise, there was riddle written in green ink on the note. He read the card and a smile crept onto his face. Someone actually left him a riddle. It wasn't difficult for him to solve, but he was touched that someone had taken the time to do this for him. But who? His first thought, of course, was Ms. Kringle. But then he shook his head. She would never. Ed had no more time to ponder as he needed to get to work, but the question remained in his mind for the rest of the day. Who?

          The rest of the week, Ed came in to find a pastry and a riddle. Every day, it brought a smile to Ed's face. And every day, he continued to wonder who it was. He was smart and had narrowed it down to a couple of people. One of the officers that liked to poke fun at him. Maybe it was an elaborate prank. Or you. You were shy and quiet, but always smiled at him when he came into the records room. You seemed nice. Or at least, you tolerated him.

          Once that idea was planted in his mind, it wouldn't leave. Ed spent the weekend and much of the next Monday contemplating. He paid extra attention whenever you were in his line of sight. He often found your gaze straying to him, but you quickly looked away whenever you saw him looking. As the day went on, Ed was almost certain it was you leaving the riddles and pastries. The only way to know for sure though would be to catch you in the act.

          The next day, Ed came into work extremely early so he could hopefully learn whether his hunch was right or not. He waited out of sight around the corner from his workspace. Sure enough, he managed to catch sight of you entering the room, pastry box and note in hand. Ed rounded the corner and stood in the doorway as you turned around.

          You jumped and let out a little cry of surprise. "It was you," Ed stated. You looked like you might cry a little. "I'm sorry!" You moved to push passed Ed, but he gently touched your arm. "Why? Why would you do this for me? The food? The riddles? I figure out it was you leaving them, but I couldn't figure out why." You tilted your head in confusion.

          "Really? Ed, you're a genius. If you think about it for a moment, I'm sure you can make the connection." Ed nodded as his brows furrowed over his glasses. "The only reasons I could think were that you were just like the rest of them. Making fun of me." You shook your head immediately and Ed continued, "The other is that you have…feelings for me." Ed felt his face heat up as you bit your lip and looked down at your shoes. "Is it weird? It's weird isn't it? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Ed. Really." Once more, you tried to leave.

          "Please stop doing that," he said. You looked at him again. "Stop leaving before I get the chance to say anything." You sniffled a little bit. "I think I've embarrassed myself enough."          

"Would you-that is-would you like to go out? With me? I could cook for us," was Ed's only reply. Your eyes widened. "Really?" He smiled as a little chuckle left him. "Yes." The frown on your lips turned up into a brilliant smile as you agreed.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for! I am working on the second part of "Dating is Hard (When a Hitman Loves You)" as well!)

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[punkpoemprose]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas- 1940′s Kristanna Fic

Universe: 1940′s/ WW2 AU

Rating: G (General Audiences, fluff)

Length: 2136 Words

Summary: Continuation of my other WW2 oneshot Pen Pals that no one asked for.

A/N: Kristanna Advent 2022 Day 14. I was doing research for a holidays throughout history project for work and I just couldn’t help but daydream about this AU a little bit while I was working. I love a good historical AU.

Anna was, as always, grateful for Kristoff’s assistance as they loaded his truck with the gifts she’d spent hours painstakingly wrapping in bits and pieces of used wrapping paper. With rationing weighing so heavily on everyone this Christmas, she’d wanted to do her due diligence as a patriotic young lady, as a head hostess of the USO, but she’d also wanted to ensure that everything looked sufficiently merry and bright for the children. They’d drop the paper off to the chamber of commerce when they were done, along with the newspapers they’d both been collecting, so that they could be reused for the war effort.

“Oh the moms are all so excited that the children will have a real Santa this year. One of the gal’s moms was Mrs. Claus last year and while the boys and girls weren’t disappointed, it’s just so much more exciting to see Kris Kringle himself.”

Kristoff chuckled as he closed the gate on the back of his truck. For someone who had once come across as unfriendly and cross, Kristoff was one of the most jovial and kindhearted men she’d ever met.

“Kris Kringle,” he said, grinning at her, “Isn’t that a laugh with how often you’ve been calling me Kris lately.”

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious as she flushed under the weight of his attention. They’d only been going steady for a few months now and she was starting to worry that maybe he didn’t like the silly little things she did, like giving him nicknames, and just didn’t have the heart to tell her. Her ex-boyfriend had had no such compunctions and had frequently made her feel quite stupid for the ways in which she’d expressed her affections. When Anna had mentioned that, mentioned him, in passing Kristoff had seemed more likely to punch the man’s lights out than he would ever be to emulate any of his behaviors.

“I do,” he said with a dazzling grin, “I just wonder if maybe that’s why I agreed so easily when you asked me to play the big man in red, because I was already used to being your Kris Kringle.”

She laughed in return, unable to help herself when he was teasing her with such good-natured fondness. Truthfully, she couldn’t resist laughing at every chance she could with him, as she never quite knew when their good fortune and joy might end. He’d been back home for a couple of months now, and she’d been enjoying every moment of it, but there had been no word from his commanding officers or the army doctors on when, or if, he would be returning to the warfront.

They both lived on a knife’s edge, knowing that each day together could be their last, knowing that the war that had brought them together may rip them apart again. It was something that woke her from a hard sleep in the middle of the night and made her wish, beyond all things, that he could be there in bed with her so that she didn’t need to worry that he might have vanished overnight. She dreaded the day that she would only be able to send him letters again, the day when she’d have to worry about whether she’d ever receive a reply again. It was torture to not have answers, and yet each day that she didn’t know was one more day he spent on US soil with her.

“I think you agreed because you’re a good man Mr. Bjorgman. If all of us USO ladies were so lucky to have a big strong man like you at our beck and call, we’d have the entirety of the enlisted forces entertained, in care packages, and generally positive before the new year.”

He walked around the truck and wrapped his arms around her as snowflakes fell softly around them.

“No Ms. Arendelle, that’s just something you aim to do. I think if most of the USO girls had a man to help them out they’d just as soon quit the work altogether.”

Anna knew that he was at least partially right. Many of the girls, those who were not already in a relationship or uninterested in a relationship, were members of the USO to enjoy the attention of the servicemen and servicewomen and potentially catch themselves a G.I. sweetheart. Anna was one of the few that continued her work for the USO after getting with a man who was at home, but that was because she’d never been doing her work to find a man, that had merely been a happy accident. No, she had joined the USO because she knew it was what she could do to assist with the War effort, and if that meant putting on a victory red lip, curling her hair, and planning parties, she would don her gay apparel like battle armor and plan events like a military strategist.

“It’s hard work,” she admitted, “I can understand some gals wanting to stop or cut back, especially when they’ve got someone else to care for.”

Kristoff ducked his head down to press a kiss to her lips. He always kissed her so gently before she was due at an event, and he never even once so much as smudged her lipstick before they left for the night. Coming back, of course, was a different story.

She kissed him back, melting into his arms as snowflakes collected on her woolen coat, in her hair, and on his broad shoulders, where she rested her gloved hands.

If they didn’t have children to give a Christmas to, she would have stood there all night until they both froze or their love kept them warm.

***

Kristoff was, absolutely, the best Santa Claus Anna had ever seen, and she’d seen several. The way in which he understood the children, his patience for them and the way in which he listened as they sat upon his lap, had Anna, and many of the moms in the room, absolutely melting. She almost wished that she could tell the children that beneath the santa suit they were speaking to Private First Class Bjorgman, an American serviceman, just like their fallen fathers.

She’d been nervous asking Kristoff to be Santa for this reason. Their yearly USO sponsored Christmas supper with Santa was held for widows and orphans of the war, and Anna hadn’t been sure how Kristoff would feel acting like a jolly old elf for the children of fallen servicemen in their hometown. He likely knew some of the children’s fathers, either from school or from town before the war if he hadn’t known them in the service. Sometimes it was hard for Anna to keep a brave face when she looked into the eyes of children and women who had lost someone so near and dear to them, but Kristoff did it with great poise and with a joy that seemed more than dutiful.

Anna still didn’t know how she’d managed to be so lucky as she watched him carefully set a little girl, present in hand, to the floor with the utmost gentleness. She’d never thought that she’d find a man like Kristoff, and she’d managed to do so by sending letters halfway across the world. She was certain that there was no woman alive as fortunate as her.

“How is your leg,” she asked quietly as some of the other girls served plates of cookies and glasses of milk to the children and their mothers.

Kristoff, still in Santa mode as the children could see him, merely smiled.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” he said as one of the photographers walked in their direction, having just taken a photo of a little girl, “feeding” her newly unwrapped dolly a cookie, “You could even sit on my lap if you wanted, tell Santa what you want for Christmas and the USO gets a good PR photo to put on their recruitment poster.”

Anna gave him a good long look, observing the man behind the beard and finding his response both honest, Kristoff couldn’t ever lie to her and she always knew when he was in more pain than he was saying, and also a bit cheeky. She tried to tamp down her flush as she realized that he wanted her to sit on his lap, and that she wanted to do it as well.

“Well if Santa must know,” she said, sitting as gracefully and lightly onto his lap as she could manage, balancing her weight more onto his uninjured leg than the healed one as best as she could, “I don’t want anything. I have everything I could want.”

“What a good girl,” Kristoff replied, his voice low and without a trace of the santa voice he’d been using with the kids, even as the photographer approached them, “Not even a few more ration stamps?”

She tsked in mock annoyance, “Santa, how dare you even imply such a thing, I am a good patriot and I use my ration stamps sparingly. I haven’t even bought sugar this month unless it was for a USO event.”

“Well you’re sweet enough without it,” he said, clearly teasing her.

The photo was taken as she was looking at him with great affection, and she wondered if maybe, if she asked the photographer kindly after the event, she might be able to get a print to give to her penpal PFC Bjorgman, just in case he was called back to service and needed something to remember their time together by.

***

Kristoff kissed Anna like a man starved as his truck idled in her driveway. Once Santa had been done for the evening, PFC Bjorgman had arrived at the event in his dress uniform and had spoken to the children briefly about how proud he, and the other servicemen were of them for staying strong and brave for them all, and Anna had cried over it.

He’d kissed her by way of apology for making her cry once they’d arrived, and she’d pushed his olive drab garrison cap from his head to have easy access to his hair. Her fingers were tangled in it as she kissed his greedily, pulling him as close as his truck’s layout would allow, stealing time until she had to go inside without him.

“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas,” he said, breathing heavily between kisses as if she’d really taken his breath away by her attentions to him.

“I did, I just really don’t want anything… or at least nothing that Santa could bring me, nothing someone can buy at a store.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she gladly accepted the kiss, even if it was slower than what she wanted, and somewhat lacking in heat, it was tender and made her melt. Kristoff reached over as he kissed her, to turn down the radio volume. They’d been listening to the news on their way home, but now they were playing a new Bing Crosby song called “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” and it was providing a lovely bit of background noise to their time alone.

“Well if you won’t give me an idea…”

He released her and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling something white from within.  

“This is for you, I’ll get you a real present too, but I’ve noticed lately that you’ve seemed worried so when I got the letter yesterday I thought I’d best show it to you.”

He handed her a letter and in the dim light of the truck she slid it from its envelope and began to read what she could see of it.

PFC Kristoff Bjorgman…. Temporary medical discharge… Honorable… Thank you for your service…

“What does this mean?” she asked, squinting at the paper, trying to make out more of the words and feeling her heart race in her chest as he mind swum with the possibilities.

“It means that I’m no longer an active duty serviceman because of my injury because it’s as healed as its ever going to get. It also means that if I’m called back to service I’m likely to be called for some sort of work on US soil. In the meantime I’m going to go to the city firehall and hope they meant it when they said they were going to keep our jobs for us while we were out fighting, because I’m going to need to do something for a living.”

Anna felt relief flood through her as she leaned forward to kiss him again. This time he didn’t hold back, pulling her into his lap and kissing her with all the energy he could muster after a long evening of assisting her with her work, which was perhaps unsurprisingly, quite a lot.

[riddlrz]

I just realized they put fricking. FNaF ambience sounds on the scene where Ed hallucinatess Ms. Kringle