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Imagine being the Riddler's psychiatrist...
#I'M IN LOVE#LOOK AT THEMMMMM#LOOK AT HIMMMMMMM#I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS#y/n must have the patience of a saint to deal with him#LOVE THE ART#THANK YOU FOR CARRYING THE EDWARD SELFSHIPPING COMMUNITY#I SWEAR I'LL GAIN ENOUGH COURAGE TO FINALLY POST MY SELF-INDULGENT ART AS WELL#BUT FOR NOW#TUMBLR USER OH-NO-HEART-EYES I HAVE HEART EYES FOR YOU
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my perfectionism with my writing has gotten so bad i have to use wingdings for my first drafts;;;; send help,,,,,
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i can't believe i audibly squealed when i saw a pumpkin pie at this bakery what has this man done to me
of course i ordered it immediately
tiny c:
#pigeon's thoughts#the riddler#edward nashton#gonna try pumpkin pie for the first time#better be good#ed i trust you#don't fail me now#the riddler x reader#edward nashton x reader
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I know this is a more serious thing coming from me, but if you condone actions like this of people finding and sending letters to actors HOME ADDRESSES, then please unfollow me now. Paul and Zoe are married and have a kid. This isn’t okay.
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Alfred finally returns home from the hospital and sees that there’s a new rug smack dab in the middle of the sitting room:
Alfred, heading down to the Batcave: Just a moment of peace. That’s all I ask.
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Alfred: Bruce.
Bruce: Hn.
Alfred: Why is there a dinosaur rug on our beautiful wooden floor?
Bruce:
Alfred: Answer me. Why is there a dinosaur rug in the sitting room?
Bruce: I like dinosaurs
Alfred: Trust me, I’m fully aware of that. Can you move it to your bedroom? We have our business meetings in the sitting room. Our investors don’t want to look at space dinosaurs.
Bruce: No.
Alfred: Bruce. You’re going to move that rug.
Bruce:
Alfred, lightly tapping Bruce with his cane: Stop that. You aren’t scary. Go move that rug right now, Bruce Wayne.
Bruce, teary-eyed: okay don’t hit me Alfred
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Bruce, pulling the rug aside:
Alfred:
Bruce:
Alfred: Is that spray paint.
Bruce: I can’t get it off.
Alfred, rubbing his forehead:…Just put the rug back.
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Hi I would love to request just a little drabble or something with Dwayne just being super cuddly and mushy, there's just not enough Dwayne fluff in world. :]
except you, you can stay · dwayne hoover x reader
a/n: my first time writing for dwayne and i love him so much. let me know if you want more chapters added or if you have any criticism. sorry if dwayne’s ooc:(
summary: after being friends with dwayne for a bit (after his family’s roadtrip), the two of you develop crushes on each other. coming over to his house, you decide to confess while hanging out and the two of you cuddle until you fall asleep.
tags/warnings: fluff, cuddly stuff, dwayne crushing hard, gender neutral reader
word count: 1,596
ao3 link
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Sunny out, you were standing across from a house, looking on from the sidewalk. You hesitantly walked up as you turned your head to check that it was the right house number you’d been given. You looked down at a small piece of paper with an address written, then shoved it into your pocket and pushed the doorbell, hearing a ring that echoed throughout inside.
This was presumed to be the house of your friend, Dwayne. you two had met a few weeks ago, meeting (surprisingly) at a store while your parents both dragged you along for errands. You had complimented him on his shirt, most likely some obscure band, and it went on from there—though, Dwayne wasn’t really much of a talker when you first became friends. He radiated ‘don’t talk to me’ energy, but you couldn’t really help yourself talking to him, as cute as he was. He came around to you eventually, especially after finding out the many similarities between you two.
Snapped back into reality by the sound of a shuffling doorknob, you suddenly straightened up your posture and smiled as a little girl with frizzy hair and glasses answered the door, smiling back at you. “I’m Dwayne’s friend.” You put simply. A confused expression formed on the girls face, she then opened the door quickly and yelled, “Dwayneee!”
In a few moments, the skinny teen appeared out of his room from a hallway, a slight smile upon seeing you (that he tried to hide) as he gestured you to follow him. Your head perked up and you nodded, quickly taking your shoes off and leaving them near the door to be polite; then following him into his room. It was pretty cool—he had lots of plane related things, posters and models and whatnot, and a bunch of CDs you’d probably ask to go through.
“That was your sister Olive, right?” You recalled, observing the various items inside Dwayne’s room before turning to look at him, where he was sitting on his bed. “Yeah,” He nodded, as you then walked over to sit beside him. This is the first time you’d been over to his house, only ever really hanging out in public places like music stores or parks. You may or may not have been trying to reach Dwayne how to skateboard.
“Put on some music, Dwayne. Don’t be so quiet.” You joked, causing him to roll his eyes lightheartedly. “If you think I’m quiet now, you should’ve seen me in the last nine months.” He had briefly explained his vow of silence for the air force academy and him finding out about his colorblindness before, but not a lot else.
He didn’t want to be vulnerable, afraid you would for some reason leave or laugh at him, since you seemed to be his only friend right now—which, he typically didn’t care much about but you proved to be pretty special to him so far.
Dwayne obliged to your request, picking himself up from the bed as he wandered over to his many stacks of CDs and its player, searching for the write one. He picked out one from The Cure, their album Pornography. He knew you’d like that at least, since you’ve both exchanged comments about music artists you both enjoy.
While One Hundred Years started playing, he moved back toward the bed and sat back down next to you. “What do you wanna do?” He asked, not moving to fix his bad posture.
“Talk about ourselves? I dunno. You’re too mysterious sometimes. It makes me want to know more about you.” You answered, falling backwards on to the bed and pulling Dwayne down with you. He stifled a laugh, fixing his gaze on your own as you both laid there, your hands placed neatly on your stomach. “What do you want to know?” He questioned you more.
Dwayne began to become increasingly aware of the space that was between your faces for some reason now, not being able to prevent his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. He didn’t know how to really handle this emotion. His eyes wandered over you as he awaited an answer.
“What would your dream life be?”
You tried to think of a somewhat interesting thing to talk about between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as a sort of habit, eyes tracing over Dwayne’s face as he thought for a moment.
“Being of this house, and being a pilot. But I don’t really know how attainable that is now.”
Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to ask. You almost forgot about the whole situation with him discovering he’s colorblind, but to be fair he didn’t like to really talk about it. Even if it was brought up though, you tried to tell him something could change, encouraging him to keep chasing it.
“Well, it’s your dream, Dwayne. I don’t think that it’s impossible. You’ll find a way, promise.”
You both laid there, facing each other. A smile fell onto your lips and Dwayne nearly hid a smirk that crept up his own. “I will.” He affirmed, your reassurance making him feel a little better at the mention of his colorblindness.
Even as silence fell between the two of you, there was almost a mutual acceptance of it in the glances you shared. You both allowed it to stay, before he began saying something.
“What about you?” “Huh?”
“Your question, your dream life.” He replied to your confusion. Your eyes lit up as you felt stupid for a moment, remembering what you were talking about just before. You thought for a second, and Dwayne secretly loved to see your brows furrowed as you looked up in thought.
“I don’t know really. Probably art school. Something there. Writing, music, painting, acting,” You went on, responding as honestly as you could. You still didn’t know what you wanted specifically, but.. a general idea, mostly.
“That suits you. I’d watch, or listen to, whatever you’d make.”
A small smile was actually there on Dwayne, and you could feel a little flushed just from the sight of it. You then took everything in at once—how close you seemed to be to his face, his little grin, and the topic at hand, your futures. Dwayne made you feel content and happy more than anything, you’d realized. His presence was just comforting, regardless of what you discussed.
He watched you blank for a moment, wondering if what he had said was weird, silently beginning to panic just a little. His worry was put on pause as you pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arm over him and laying your head on his chest.
“I really like you, you know.”
You huffed out, voice wavering slightly. You’d attempted to sound all calm with that line, but you’d be lying to yourself if you tried to say that you weren’t going crazy right now.
What if he was just being nice and you were making everything weird? Poor Dwayne, having to deal with this. Oh God, he just wanted a friend and you had to be so forward. Stupid, stupid—
“I like you too. Really.”
You were now full of both happiness and shock as you just pressed your face into his t-shirt, smiling and blushing wildly against it. Hoping he meant it as much as you did, if that was even possible. You felt Dwayne combing through your hair with his hand, and you just leaned into the feeling, far too embarrassed to look at him in the face right now.
Honestly, your little confession had caught Dwayne by surprise completely. He’s never really felt this way about anybody, not to mention anybody feeling like this for him. He wanted to kick himself for developing a crush, oddly enough. It made him feel. A lot. But, he just couldn’t help but become happier seeing you, the way your lips curved up into a smile or how you laughed or how you looked talking about things you like. His face was resting against your head, free hand rubbing circles onto your arm.
“Thank God. Otherwise this would’ve been really awkward.” You spoke softly after a little, grinning and turning to rest your head on the side so you could actually breathe in more than just the scent of Dwayne’s shirt (though, it’s not that you didn’t like the smell).
He let out a chuckle, closing his eyes in bliss to just sit there a few moments. You lifted your head up a little, pushing yourself up to give him a small peck on the check, seeing his eyes flutter open and cheeks go red.
It was new, but Dwayne found himself liking the cuddly mushy stuff, surprisingly. He’s never given much thought to relationships or dating or all that crap, his focus on training and his vow, in the mindset that it would ‘get in the way’. But, he’s seen that it isn’t everything and that he actually wants you to stay. Here.
“Thanks for being here.”
He spoke genuinely, moving the hand he was tracing your arm with to the side of your face, looking down and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Thank you for encouraging me..” His voice trailed off, a slight embarrassment growing over him as he felt your eyes stare into his.
“Of course, you can count on me.” You breathed out, brushing some of his dyed black hair out of his eyes, smiling as you did so. You two laid there for a while, falling into a midday nap.
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self shipping is just going into an empty room/your bedroom/the bathroom and imagining your f/o(s) saying romantic things to you and then having to force a straight face when you join society again
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Loving riddler 🤝 loving riddler
But also thanks for the follow!!!! I love others who love this dork ;__; i hope you have a great day!
AH, ANOTHER RIDDLER ENJOYER,,,, hi :D
it's no problem!! you seem pretty cool!!! hope you have a great day as well! ⊂(・▽・⊂)
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WHOOPS SORRY I CAN'T READ IF YOU ARE SEEING THIS I AM VERY SORRY
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hello danonation, tonights a fine night to talk about parasocial relationships, internet etiquette, and just common fucking decency???
do: take inspiration from dano and kazan, watch their movies, take screenshots, write fanfiction about their CHARACTERS, maladaptive daydream about them literally fucking whatever okay go wild within reason.
dont: dont stalk them. dont leak their private, intimate photos online. dont repost said intimate photos. think fucking critically when you see a picture that seems off or a little too private. dont publicly post deranged shit about dano on social media where theres a chance he or his relatives (his DAUGHTER someday?!) could see it. dont do this shit to ANY person, celebrity or otherwise! how would you feel? this is common sense people i cant believe i have to tell you this…
i cannot expect people to censor themselves in private conversations, in diaries, in sketchbooks, on writing software, but i urge you all to keep these things PRIVATE. have some fucking decorum if you must do any weird shit. celebrities are human beings just like us. if you wouldnt say it to their face, or to your neighbour, then you should keep your mouth shut period.
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More Eddie doodles ♡
#YOUR HONOUR I LOVE HIM#i see that box of tissues 👀#its ok edward#id cry if batman rejected me too :((#want to squish his cheeks and tell him its gonna be ok bbg#lobe him sm#WONDERFUL ART AS ALWAYS QUEEN
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Riddlejokes post-escape from Arkham.
(Riddlers fit is inspired by the different fits he had in the comics + jokers is just a fun clowncore fit. Also Riddler is taller but Joker is wearing the most goofy platforms ever i prommy)
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When you make your self ship and self ship story as self indulgent as you want:
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