@the-cobblepot-colony @twcfaces

I don't have an explanation, I just wanted to draw Roman in a pink shirt, have a nice day.

Some essentials | ATOC

That feel when you've been so caught up in your work you have to stop and think whether or not you're up to date with your BC pills.

"Roman, have you found someone else to entertain you? Have you grown tired of me?" (Matt)

It had been some time since Matt had last graced Roman's office with his presence. The window had been left unlocked since his last visit, the very same window the vigilante opted to use for his risqué ventures. Matt wasn't known as Daredevil for nothing; sneaking into Gotham's most vicious crime boss's private office was a feat only the bravest - or reckless - would dare attempt, yet Matt had done so not once, not even twice but a handful of times now. Each time the black-clad vigilante swore it would be the last time, that the next time they crossed paths, Matt would drag Roman to the courts himself so the criminal mastermind would at last face justice. Justice he couldn't bribe or threaten his way out of as Matt feared nothing, yet every mortal men had his weakness and the devil knew how to tempt every one of them. Weeks of being cooped up inside had taken their toll on Roman. Organizing drug rings, turf wars and illegal armament deals took time and patience Roman didn't always have, leaving him little to no time to focus on more pleasurable ventures of his own. He'd almost forgotten how shitty the air outside smelled, he'd been cooped up inside for that long. But that was how it went, didn't it? Roman wasn't built in a day and Gotham wasn't taken over in one either. Vices were a bitch to deal with and power, so intoxicating yet surprisingly fragile, needed constant supervision lest years of careful work got flushed down the drain in an instant. The sound of Matt's voice carrying over to his ears was more welcome than Roman had expected. Days of focusing on little else but securing the eastern half of Gotham's drug supplies was wearing on his focus and the vigilante was a devil in his own right in providing some much-needed distraction from his dark work. Had he found somebody else to entertain him? Had he fuck. Only little miss paperwork had his attention all this week and Roman was in sore need of being reminded as to the pleasures only carnal sin could give.

"How could you say such a thing? Ti ho pensato ogni giorno, I thought about you every day, wondering when you might slip through that window again..." The weight of the paper in his hand disgusted him and Roman immediately cast it aside out of sight and out of mind, his every thought now preoccupied by the very physical presence of the vigilante standing in his midst. Matt couldn't be ignored, not here not now and Roman wondered glumly if at last their game had come to an end. He'd waited for the man's return, albeit impatiently to see what his adversary might do now word had gotten around that Roman had been real busy at work securing his foothold on this troubled city. Hands moved, not to grab at Sodom and Gomorrah waiting in their holsters but instead two clean glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Years of heavy drinking taught Roman to pour without needing to watch, dark eyes growing darker with unbidden desire as he fixed Matt with a hungry look mere sustenance couldn't appease. "And to ask if I've grown tired of you, why, you wound my heart. There hasn't been entertainment like you in far too long, not since you last visited. Come, enjoy a drink and tell me how you've been. I'd hate to think that my favourite vigilante hasn't been getting enough action that he's starting to feel neglected. Mea Culpa, I have been a busy man..." It was as they said, the devil made work for idle thumbs and in this case he'd come calling, though as to how tonight's visit might go, Roman rather wanted their little game to continue. It had been far too long since he'd gotten his hands dirty and Matt had stopped by at a most opportune time.

Slaps a bat sticker right across his mask and dips out.

Oh, Batman just not just do what he thought he did. Roman had braced himself for a punch, to wake up in custody and await the arrival of his lawyer as per usual but this time, Batman had done... something else. He'd touched him, Roman had felt that, but whether it was to fake him out or get him to stop yelling for all of two seconds had worked and Roman was steaming mad about it. "You wanna fight? You wanna fight some more, Bats!? Come back and take these cuffs off, you f-" He descends into an unintelligible rant of English, Italian and curse words in every language he knew of as the GCPD guards assigned to him struggle to keep him from flying off after the now out-of-sight vigilante despite already being in handcuffs, and none the wiser as to the bat-shaped sticker now plastered proudly on his face.

Roman's not much of a gamer but if he were, this would be a pretty accurate representation of what he'd be into.

“I used to take care of stray cats and dogs when I was a child, I built my first PC when I was 14, and I visited Rome when I was 12 years old.” @question-marked (Detective AU)

Send me two truths and a lie about your muse, and I’ll guess which is which!

Roman almost smiled, leaning forwards over the table with growing interest as he saw Edward standing first in line with his series of questions. Hard to believe that not so very long ago, the two of them had been at each other's throats. Quite literally in some cases, united only in their hatred for Batman but now things were more cordial between them, and Roman was left thinking about what he remembered about the other man.

"You mentioned once about having a nonna and nonno... you're like me, having roots in another country but ended up stuck in this crapheap of a city for some ungodly reason. I think you did visit Rome with your nonni materni back when you were 12." He wasn't 100% certain, but he was fairly certain of it. Edward spoke highly of his grandparents and chances are he did get taken to the capital of Italy when he was a boy, back when things were simpler and more innocent. "You've always been a softy even when you were running around Gotham getting up to no good... so I think you fed strays when you could as a kid. You didn't have a mean streak as wide as Penguin's ass, never did even before Arkham got it's grips into you. So I think the lie is... that you built your first PC when you were 14." Not because Roman thought Eddie was a dumbass. Hell, he was probably a bright kid given the kind of man he turned out to be, but he always said his dad was a piece of shit and there was no way the old man would fork out the cash for something as pricey as a PC unless Eddie's grandparents paid for it, which seemed unlikely given what he remembered about them passing before their grandson was old enough to move out of his deadbeat of a dad's apartment.

>> Pokemon Personality Quiz

Well, this was off to a good start. Roman looked at his result proudly, finding it very accurate for a man like himself. Nothing suited him better than a Dragon, being a natural leader with strong ambitions to take over Gotham and claim the city as his own. Damn right he had high standards and he wasn't afraid to show it!

"Agreeableness is very low? Fuck you, I'm perfectly agreeable when it suits me!" The rudeness of this quiz.

It was only getting after his result that the grumbling stopped, Roman completely in shock at what he'd gotten. He'd expected dragons; fierce, proud, powerful beasts that matched the vigor and menace he exuded and what he'd gotten was far from what he'd expected.

"And just what the fuck is that? A Goodra? Are you fucking kidding me!?!? That ain't no fucking dragon, that's something out of My Little P.ony or some kid's shit! Don't get mad if it slimes up my good suit? You better believe I'm gonna get PISSED at this gooey-eyed piece of shit touching me! Sure, don't give me the badass with blades in his face or the giant Blue Crocosaurus. Even the frozen turkey would be better than fucking Goodra." Roman seethed. This shit was exactly the reason why he didn't like Pokeymans or whatever the hell the stupid series was called.

Tagged ByStolen from: @peranarkia (♡) Tagging: Whoever would like to do it?

Send me two truths and a lie about your muse, and I’ll guess which is which!

I love girls that look like they could kill you.

"Anybody who even thinks about fucking booping me, is gonna get their ass beat."

" Awww did ya' get me a drink fa' international women's day?"

"International Women's what? You're telling me they got a day for every damn thing now?" Roman groused after knocking back a shot of whiskey. Mean eyes narrowed as he peered closely at Harley Quinn, the crime lord's temper hovering between sordid amusement and churlish greed. "Listen clown, I'm a believer in equality meaning you can buy your own goddamn drink." The taste of whiskey burns his throat pleasantly as he finishes his glass, already wanting another. Harley is still there, hues of red, black and white impossible to ignore in the crowd. "You want a drink, you can have whiskey or nothing. Ain't wasting money on some girl's drink that can't even get a baby buzzed."

calm down man

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't ever fucking tell me what to do!!!" Roman roared, flecks of foam flying from his mouth as he rushed at the masked goon who spoke out of turn. Men scattered to avoid his wrath as he slammed the figure against the nearby wall hard enough to shake the room, the crime lord breathing heavily like a bull on a rampage as he leaned in with bloodshot eyes. Just where the FUCK did they get off on telling him to calm down? Roman was calm, but he wouldn't be for long if they didn't get their asses in gear and go sort out the shitshow Rorschach had just caused. Millions of dollars gone, effectively flushed down the drain or rather burnt to a crisp, a shipment of drugs intended for Gotham's streets quite literally going up in smoke. That stinking vigilante had somehow gotten wind of his plans and got past the guards stationed there. If the useless fuckers weren't already dead, Roman would have personally skinned them alive for their monumental fuck-up in not protecting that cargo of narcotics. Now his lucrative deal was bust, his pockets burnt and his bloodlust at an all-time high. With herculean effort he resisted the impulse to headbutt the moron who spoke out of turn, his fingers digging hard enough in their arm to draw blood were it not for his gloves. "Now you listen up and you listen good. I want you all out on the streets looking for that asshole's hideout. Leave no stone in this city unturned because if I don't find out where he's hiding, I swear I'm gonna need to hurt somebody and starting with you might just be the therapy I need." Each word was accentuated with the jabbing of his finger, furious brown eyes almost wolfish in their lust for blood. It did nothing to mollify his mood and Roman breathed heavily, regaining a second wind as he casually drove his elbow squarely into the masked figure's mask hard enough to shatter their nose. "Oh, and don't let your guard down. That Rorschach is a slippery little bastard but whatever you think he'll do to you, I promise I'll do ten times worse if he ain't dead by the end of the night! Now get your asses out there!" Without skipping a beat, his men flocked out of there, none of them wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Like his namesake, Roman was in a black mood and it was only going to get worse as the night went on.

Enemies-to-lovers, but instead of featuring a villain redemption arc, the heroic one is getting progressively more corrupt, unhinged and fucked up, and the one who was originally the clear-cut villain out of the two is just like "well mark me down as scared and horny"

What Kind Of Love Are You?

Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

Tagged by: @defectivexfragmented (♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @awolxsiblings, @elisethetraveller, @gnarledbite, @question-marked, @made-of-archimedes, @red-hemlock

[Laptop repairs were successfully carried out, to some extent anyway! The bad news is that the fan needs replacing but the good news is that it's only £6 tops. Bad news again, it's going to be a wanky job due to how the internal system is set up with the heatsink being connected to the fan. But the good news is that the laptop will be fine for the foreseeable future, but more bad news is that the chainsaw noises will happen on and off, so. So there's that.]