// Alright guys I wanted to do a little post to reach out to those I follow but yet to interact with. If you're interested in writing with me please give this a like! This weekend, mind you I have a few things I have to take care of as I lead a clan of 89 players in a kingdom in a mobile game, but I will be reaching out to converse plots/ships 💙. You're also welcome to reply to this and tell me what muses (mine and yours) that you want to write or we can just stick that to PM's. Please keep in mind I only ship and write nsfw with muns over 18+ as I'm 31. Then we can do normal fluff sfw rps 💙
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I actually did this back in august, but yeah, have a DJ Cyber.
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Thinking about like... a Five Times fic where the concept is Gordon Knows, like, the whole time (or at least from earlier on than Bruce suspects), but Bruce doesn't Know He Knows, and Jim wants to give him the space to tell him when he's READY.
But in the process, Gordon is driving himself fucking mad playing wingman trying to help keep Batman's identity secret, while also keeping the fact he knows it a secret.
Like.
The only thing Bruce Wayne was more of a menace to than the criminals of Gotham was his own damn self.
James Gordon watches the man wince through the toast - the familiar practiced smile offset by a bit of involuntary twitching at the corner.
Look, he hasn't spent an inordinate amount of time staring at studying the Batman's exposed jawline (a necessity, really, when some nights the only communication he gets is the slight tic up of a wry grin, or the frustrated shifting of gritted teeth) just to miss such a comparatively blatant sign of pain whenever a well-wishing guests comes up and shakes his hand, or claps him on the back.
Besides, Jim saw him take that hit in the alley just a couple hours ago. It's as obvious as the big damn spotlight they light up for him.
That dumbass is out here on the busy gala floor with a dislocated fucking shoulder.
Grumbling, he tosses back the rest of his watery champagne (you'd think, as much money gets tossed around at these galas, they'd shell out for something stronger) and starts to make his way through the milling crowd.
Of all the possible contingencies he plans for these City Charity Events (tm), figuring out how to discreetly set Bruce Wayne's shoulder in the middle of an adoring crowd and without the man himself realizing Gordon did it on purpose?
Yeah, that wasn't on the list.
...probably should have been, though.
'Sorry, partner,' Jim thinks to himself with a grimace, noticing an opportunity and shifting his approach trajectory. 'This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it hurts me.'
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// Y'all wish me luck I gotta work today and I'm gonna try to make it though while sick and masked 😩 really don't feel like being here but we run on a point system and my points are at maxed. Unless they send me home. Here's to hoping.
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Charlotte Astor attends the annual Liddell Horse Race and masked party ( mask is giving marie antoinette 2006 vibes but in a matching tulle to the dress )
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IMPROVISE. ADAPT. OVERCOME.
IDK WHY MY ASK BOX IS BROKEN FOR PARTICULAR PEOPLE BUT I TURNED ON EMAIL NOTIFACTIONS AND CAN SEE NEW INVISIBLE ASKS FROM THERE.
YES! His name is Viridian, and he’ll be on the updated ref sheet whenever I have time to update it!
I don’t want to post his concept art in case I change his design at the last second, but he and Amber snuck on a little doodle sheet I made a few weeks ago.
I’ll talk about who he is and what he does once he has art!
By the by, there’s no feathers that go with either Orange or Green gems, so the person who made them had to improvise. The crafting recipes are a little strange as a result. (And so are the resulting masks.)
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