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yeah i logged in to talk about the batman riddler taking it up the ass. yeah i would let him sing ave maria while dicking me down. what about it
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Riddle me this, who was the best Batman?
Patterson, if you ask me🦇💖
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The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don’t be afraid
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"I told you this was a bad idea, but /nooooo,/ you just had to go and do it anyways, didn't you?"
The Riddler still sounded smug despite being in the same predicament as the man beside him. Both, trussed up in chains and dangling above a ball pit oozing with the Joker’s newest concoction.
“I thought you were supposed to be some great detective, but you’re just a bone headed idiot-I mean-walking directly into the trap! Who does that?!”
“Shut up or I’m leaving you here,” While the Riddler whined and wiggled with the threat of death below them, Bruce dutifully got himself free and reveled in satisfaction as his partner back tracked his insults and begged to also be released before the clown’s return.
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Sneak peek at a short Detective E. Nygma comic I'm working on!
I'm obsessed with the idea of Riddler reforming just so he can try and outdo Batman as the world's greatest detective, while annoying everyone along the way 😆
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headcanon: edward nygma can’t tie a cherry stem with his tongue, but he keeps a pre-tied cherry stem in his pocket just in case he‘s somewhere with cherries so he can try to impress people.
#absolutely love to see it#edward learning to do tricks purely to impress people if my favorite headcanon#but edward finding a way to easily do it without doing it is even better#riddler#edward nygma#comics and q's
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hes like gay or something idk
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🎶Bruises and bitemarks say,
takes one to bring the pain
Passion lies in screams
of ecstasytic dreams🎶
To see the full version check it out on Twitter: LINK.
#i awooga with a lot of fucking eyes dtaring at this#love the style btw#edward nygma#art#comics and q's#nsft
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What’s the problem Bruce?
You look like you’ve just seen a ghost…
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Hmmmm.... perhaps a Twiddler with either Apodyopis or Lalochezia? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Why not both? 🥺✌ hope u enjoy, babes xx
As always, dinnertime in Arkham never failed to be a source of amusement.
The entertainment for this particular evening came courtesy of Harvey Dent and Roman Sionis and Edward made himself comfortable against the hard benches which served as seating within the cafeteria as he settled in to watch the show.
From his vantage point, he had no clue how the violence had been incited but his natural inclination was to side with Dent, regardless of the circumstance, since Sionis was a philistine and overall disgusting creature.
“I’ll break your fucking legs,” the rage in Dent’s voice was almost palatable, his words coming out in such a raw snarl that there was no doubt in Edward’s mind that Big Bad Harv was fully guiding his binary friend, “you son of a bitch!”
Restrained by two guards, it was clear from the reddening of their faces that they were struggling to hold back the furious man as he attempted to escape them and continue his attack on the retreating Sionis who was being dragged out of the room by two other guards to keep some distance between them.
“Sleep with one eye open, Roman, because I’ll fucking kill you in your sleep!”
Edward openly smirked at the rage on display as his eyes roved over Dent’s straining body. The orange jumpsuits which all inmates had to wear were not designed with someone of Dent’s physique in mind and it would be almost funny if it didn’t highlight just how impressive his build was. In areas such as his thighs and broad chest, the jumpsuit seemed to cling to the muscle there as it provided a good look at the definition which was hidden just below the thin fabric.
Glancing back up to Dent’s face, Edward was comfortable enough in his assessments to confess that the ropey scarring which covered half of his face had did little to truly mar how handsome the man truly was. Noble features mixed with a natural confidence which he carried through both his role as district attorney and his infamy as a crime boss made him an attractive figure.
Aggression and fury were the primary emotions which seemed to guide Harvey Dent through his life, only punctuated by the odd show of despair which most of his fellow rogues turned a blind eye to, knowing that despair was a bedfellow to rage which was better not directed at them. He also possessed the physical strength to back his aggressive attitude in a way which made him a formidable foe.
Unable to help himself, Edward allowed his mind to wander to a more base consideration as he wondered if that aggressive nature extended to Dent's sexual appetites. His defined muscle spoke of his easy ability to manhandle and pin any partner he chose and Edward could see the appeal of his natural low voice as it dissolved into little more than grunts and growls as he rutted himself like an animal into his partner.
Coughing away the flare of heat that threatened his cheeks, Edward instead refocused his attention on Dent's furious visage.
He followed the line of Dent’s scarring as it bisected his face and disappeared below the collar of his jumpsuit and a frown caused light lined to appear across Edward’s forehead as he found himself disappointed by the lack of available skin.
He wanted to know how low the scarring could be found.
His imagination was not lacking, and he was quick to conjure various possibilities and patterns which, logically, the acid could have carved into the broad chest. However, the fact that he did not have that knowledge snapped at the edge of his consciousness and caused a low grumble of irritation to settle deep in his gut.
Arkham policy was that inmates who were deemed too much of a risk were not permitted to share the shower rooms and both Edward and Dent fell well within that assessment. So that option was out of the question.
Stabbing his fork into the questionable meat which served at the protein for his Arkham dinner this evening, Edward folded his arms across his chest as he watched Dent be dragged from the room in a similar fashion to Sionis.
This riddle would require some creativity on his part.
#mr nygma sir please this is an insane asylum#altho i cant blame him lord knows id shove my face in harvs tits#harvey dent#edward nygma#two face#riddler#comics and q's#twiddler
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#oH MY GOD??? im losing my fucking mind#i wanna cry hes so fucking cute#edward nygma#art#riddler#comics and q's
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this guy!!!!! This Motherfucker!!!!!!
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request from insta (requests are open btw feel free to send some!)
i dont know what the argument is about but must be intense huh
#local man calls batman to arrest homeless man talking to birds more at 11#jonathan crane#edward nygma#riddler#scarecrow#art#comics and q's
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Superbat - Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
“How do you do it?”
As the fresh morning chill of the outside winter entered through the opened windows of the bedroom, Bruce’s voice carried through the tight silence as he struggled to regulate his breathing. The tendrils of his nightmare still clinging to the fringes of his consciousness, he focused his attention on the warm hand which was applying a steady pressure to his chest as it provided what little comfort it could.
“Do what?”
Answering the question, Clark could feel the rapid pace of Bruce’s heart as it danced a samba beat below his fingers and he slipped his body closer, curling his legs within Bruce’s own as his head moved to lay atop the soft fabric of Bruce’s pillow.
From this position, the thin sheen of sweat which decorated Bruce’s brow was much more visible and Clark pulled his hand free of Bruce’s scarred chest to brush at the moisture there with a gentle, swiping touch.
“How do you see the things we’ve seen, have the losses we’ve had, and still sleep so well?”
The words were quiet, muttered between pursed lips, and the broken nature of them made Clark frown as a sympathetic ache clenched at his heart. Bruce never slept well, his only true moments of restful peace coming at the point where pure exhaustion forced him to pass out for hours on end. It was not an affliction which Clark was familiar with, his own sleep coming easy and soundly as he enjoyed the quiet of unconsciousness.
“I don’t know.” Clark answered honestly, Bruce deserving nothing less, as his hand returned to Bruce’s chest to once again trail across the thin scarring which decorated the expanse of skin there, “But it could be because I know that, despite all my abilities, I can’t control everything. Some things happen and they can’t be changed by me or anyone else so I don’t lay awake thinking about things I can’t fix.”
Bruce’s gaze was haunted as their eyes lock together for a moment and Clark can see the ghosts of his past as each one flits through his pained expression; his nightmares making the traumas fresh as his brilliant mind was lost to contemplations which were better left alone.
“Some things can never be fixed.”
Nodding once as he spoke, the resolute acceptance in Bruce’s tone forced Clark to hold back a sigh as he realised the shift in discussion to a more internal analysis.
His hand slipped further around Bruce’s chest as he wrapped a firm arm around his exposed torso, securing him in place in a comforting grip as he continued to provide what little comfort he could with his physical presence as he answered.
“But it doesn’t mean we should ever stop trying.”
#love superbat#its just such an interesting dynamic#superbat#superman#batman#clark kent#bruce wayne#fanfic#comics and q's
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scriddler or Nora x victor c2
How about I take your Victor/Nora request, and raise it with Nora Freeze and her fridged husband Victor.
Check out this pose prompts here to send me more!
#unpictured: blue kissies all over victor#he dyes his hair blue and paints his nails to support his supervillain gf#victor fries#mr freeze#nora fries#art#comics and q's
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COMMISSION PRICES (UPDATED AGAIN)
I pay rent for my apartment exclusively with art commissions, because of this I almost can’t work on my own projects and fanart. Therefore, I raised the price a little. Hope you can understand.
Lineart + flat colors: 40$
Additional character(s): + 20$ for each
Complex background: +20$
Full colored artwork: 50$
Additional character(s): + 25$ for each
Complex background: +25$
(you can see full artworks on my blog)
Contact me on tumblr messages, please. Oh, and i’m using paypal.
You can also help me with a couple of dollars with donations. Every dollar is very important to me.
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