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❝ Men don't stand a chance In a one-sided romance Most lovers are fine
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 ❞ ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ + Indie & Selective Edgar Cizko • DC Universe • Heavily Headcanon +
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"...find me the foulest, darkest degenerate souls to walk the Earth... people like you, Eli Morrow... and I'll gladly destroy them. But I will kill no one else."
Dep. Canon Divergent DC AU Robbie Reyes. The blog is an IC rp blog. All posts are IC unless stated otherwise.
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|| 𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐗 | IC BLOG FOR EDGAR CIZKO // DOCTOR PSYCHO || ______________________________________________________________ Private & highly selective || heavily headcanon based
Everything posted here is to be perceived as though it was 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝒀 𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭. Any posts written by the Mun will be 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐎𝐂. posts. I DO INFACT HAVE a paragraph / third person written blog for Psycho which IS NOT TIED to this RP sideblog. If you're interested in writing with me there for a more novel format { 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 } ______________________________________________________________
RULES. BIOGRPAHY.
Susan’s brows furrowed in concern once he spaced out again, his eyes becoming blank and lifeless until he snapped himself out of it, her blue embers running over his face while Edgar spoke of the dreams, or more so nightmares he had. They were alarming to say the least but maybe they were just dreams - then again in some studies patients with amnesia can have memories flood back quickly through dreams and later on they realize it was reality.
“Well, it could be just a dream, or it may actually be a part of your past. It’s hard to say until pieces of your life start coming back to you...,” on the subject of subconscious thought, the blond shook her head with a quick smile, not wanting to get into her actual dreams since they were always related to missions the Invisible Woman had been on with her fellow Fantastic Four teammates.
“Oh nothing that interesting...,” she started, trying to remember the last pleasant dream she had before the nightmares became frequent, there was a long pause between them as Sue did her best to think of something but nothing came to mind. “I have dreamt about being in an empty space, my voice echoing in a large room with no one around. It was.. odd..”
_____________________________________________________________ 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 of the man's face as Susan's gentle voice scratched upon the surface of Edgar's brain. It'd provoked the man into thinking for a moment. A dream... That's all it was, just a dream. Though even with the woman's reassurance, alongside his devotion in believing her; something within him forced him to feel that this was far more than just a figment of imagination his mind had conjured up on it's own. Something about it was just so oddly nostalgic in quite a horrific way. Truly, he didn't want anything from these reoccurring nightmares to be an actuality, so admittedly he found himself rather pushing it to the side, dismissing it entirely almost even, if you will.
❝ Susan⸺ ❞ Edgar began, his voice emulating a far more soften, smoothly velvet accentuation while he spoke to her. ❝ You've never given me any reason to doubt you nor your prodigious mind. Perhaps you're right, perhaps this is simply how my mind corresponds with, or copes with, being under a fair bit of pressure... Though... I haven't been feeling as though I been too stressed. ❞
If anything, he'd been feeling the exact opposite! especially with his ongoing company Susan offered to him on a now regular basis. She was a highlight, someone who, for one reason or another, always found a way to take the heaviness off from his shoulders while replacing it with something more comforting, an assuaging light. How she was able to do this, he didn't know but always chalked it up to her just being a natural at connecting to others around her. Something already he found himself struggling with, making it just another thing he'd envied over her.
Intriguingly, Edgar looked up towards the blonde as she'd given him a vague yet compelling summery about her own dream. Like she'd commenting on it herself; odd it most certainly was.
❝ Recently I've taken a liking towards reading books for my free time ❞ He'd stated ❝ Since I've... ahem... been curious as to find answers of my own⸺ with the dreams I been having? It encouraged me to read up about it. Supposedly dreams tend to have deeper meanings behind them. I'm no doctor but, maybe there is a reason you've had this dream. Tell me Susan, have you been feeling as though you are not being heard by those around you? Have you been feeling like you are not being seen, so to speak, by your peers ? ❞
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 back on Drawpile had drawn my version of Doctor Psycho and I felt inclined to share it all with you guys back over here. Credit goes to. CourtJester , Brigo , and Ozozone. Be sure to check out their work, you wont be disappointed!
psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.
𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 Doctor Psycho in a little bit of a different art style for the sheer fun of it, something that I felt suited him well.
Art trade with @psychxpxthic!! Thank you!
"“I love coffee! Lets go for a walk - there’s a nice little café around the block I frequent, you may like it. Everything there is delicious - from the pastries to the drink selection."
Standing up quickly she guided him toward the exit, trying not to bring up what just happened, though it was concerning, it appeared Edgar didn’t want to talk about it much further.
As they walked she tried to think of something to talk about, there wasn’t much that came to mind, but she was curious if any memories were flooding back yet after all the cognitive exercises they’d been working on over the last couple weeks.
“How have your dreams been lately? Anything abnormal or maybe even familiar come up? Like maybe a person or image that continues to subconsciously appear in your mind?”
_____________________________________________________________ ❝ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐎⸺ andiamo! ❞ Rejoice bounced back from within upon the acceptance and agreement from Susan. One could not only hear his liveliness through his words, but also see it by the vivid bright features painted onto his face.
Edgar waited for the doll to prepare herself, and once she got walking and was near his side, he'd briskly began his own strides while making sure to stay directly near her during the entirety of their stroll.
His eyes flickered else where for a moment as a trace of hesitancy drew to his expression. His dreams they were very odd to say the least. Part of him felt weary on telling her what it was he's been dreaming of, not knowing what kind of reaction he'd receive back from it... But, at the same time, even if it made no sense to him, maybe it would make some sense to her. Perhaps it was an important thing that would help unlock more memories of his former self.
❝ Very... Peculiar... For instance, lately I been having a sort of reoccurring dream where I'm in some kind of medical bed; I'm strapped down to it and I cannot move no matter how hard I wrestle. The room is dark and mmh... and uh- There's people there, figures more like it! A void of darkness blanketing their faces...I cannot see. ❞
With a rather off look, Edgar appeared as though he was near snapping back into one of his stupefies. He'd grown quiet for a few moments, muttering a few words under his breathe that were hard to pick up or make out before turning his head and scratching his goatee.
❝ Sorry um... where was I? ... Ah yes, the silhouettes. They drew closer towards me, one of them, maybe the leader? hmm... I'm not too sure, takes out some sort of surgical tool. I'm held down by the others, and the sharp object in the main one's hand begins to get closer towards me...and closer...and closer until- I jolt myself awake!... I've never gotten past that part of my dream... and I've been having this dream for the past three or...four? nights in a row. Don't know why though. ❞
There was a moment of silence he let flood the air before he'd nervously said with a crooked smile ❝ And what about you? What did you dream about last night? I'd love to hear it... if⸺ if you don't mind sharing it with me. ❞
The second she noticed Edgar in a daze she grabbed a small flashlight from her pocket, checking his pupils for a second then snapping her fingers in front of his eyes to get any kind of reaction from him. Once he woke from the hypnotic state Sue let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't long before the cup of hot coffee he knocked over drenched most of her blouse - brushing it off as if it were nothing, the blonde moved off to the side, unbuttoning her navy blue shirt and discarding it off to the side, revealing a black tank top underneath.
"No big deal. I can launder that later..," she chuckled lightly before moving closer to Edgar once more, looking in his eyes. "Are you alright? It seemed like... you were in a trance of some kind.. does that happen often?," Susan's voice was plagued with worry, reaching down she put two fingers on his wrist and checked his pulse.
"Seems normal."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐉𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄... He was no fool for he caught on quickly by the flurry of fret that held together Susan's speech. Truth be told, Edgar didn't want the woman to have to feel worry about him, or be fearful towards his wellbeing. Yes, the gent knew that this all came from a place of care, and for that he was grateful; but seeing that distinct weary alignment spread across Susan's face was something, admittedly, Edgar dreaded to have to bare witness to. He'd much rather see brightness fill her eyes; that winsome, appealing, and genuine gleam that fitted most appropriately onto her face. To be the reasoning for that to not be there, how couldn't he feel some ounce of remorse?
❝ ⸺ More than it should... Yes... ❞ The man confessed through shallow words while beginning the sentence off with an elongated sigh.
Turning his hand over, Edgar permitted Susan to properly check his pulse to which it was in fact perfectly normal. Everything seemed to be okay for the most part, as once he'd been snapped out of the daze he was so transfixed in, he was now acting entirely like himself again.
In a hasty manner, Edgar gave Susan a wave ❝ Duh—Don't⸺ Worry about it though... I'm fine, prometto. ❞
Getting up, he'd taken the time to quick dispose of the napkins he'd used to clean off the table with. After that, he thought for a moment before turning back around to face up towards the dame, finally looking her straight in the eyes. ❝ Dooo... Do you enjoy coffee? Seeing how I sort of made a mess of mine, maybe we could⸺? Go out somewhere and get some? Like an 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 expresso joint, what do you say? ❞
❛ you can talk to me. ❜
|| 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || ____________________________________________________________ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄⸺ fragments of his past innocence obscured by thicken sheets fashioned by his very mind. Beneath thy linen tucked to sleep, a child lays oblivious towards his own keep. Present eyes dare not trace back, for it only unfolded much ache and much pain... Too much confusion, was he going insane? So many questions, so little answers; only to be fed but spoonfuls of falsity by those whom became shadowed faces.
He would peek through blinds that were tightly drawn, shocked by the glow of the breaking dawn. He shunned the brilliance of another day, enslaved, entombed, he stays hidden away. Nights ever-so-long as he lays awake, anxiety choking him like a poisonous snake; his self hatred only grows.
Being hated and scored is most painful indeed, and that love can be torture, all must concede... but to be ignored and forgotten can vanquish one's heart⸺ until it's left in pieces, simply shattered apart.
❝ No... ❞ He spoke with words that seemed to lingered ❝ ⸺I'd rather keep my thoughts. To myself. ❞
🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ alright, you’ve won. happy now? ❜ ❛ are you sure you’re okay? ❜ ❛ can you say that again? ❜ ❛ come on, are you serious? ❜ ❛ do you come here often? ❜ ❛ don’t do this to me. ❜ ❛ don’t leave me alone again. ❜ ❛ forgive me. just this once. ❜ ❛ go and never come back. ❜ ❛ have you lost your mind? ❜ ❛ i already knew about that. ❜ ❛ i can’t trust you anymore. ❜ ❛ i did it for you. ❜ ❛ i have to do this. ❜ ❛ i think i’m in love. ❜ ❛ i will wait for you. ❜ ❛ i won’t let you down. ❜ ❛ i’m always here for you. ❜ ❛ is now a bad time? ❜ ❛ it’s okay. i’ve got you. ❜ ❛ just pretend to be happy. ❜ ❛ now what do we do? ❜ ❛ oh, don’t pretend you care. ❜ ❛ please believe me for once. ❜ ❛ probably not, but who knows? ❜ ❛ sometimes, you can be infuriating. ❜ ❛ stop! we can’t do this! ❜ ❛ tell me what’s going on. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left to say. ❜ ❛ this’ll be the last time. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep doing this. ❜ ❛ well, are you ready then? ❜ ❛ what are you talking about? ❜ ❛ what are you waiting for? ❜ ❛ where should we go next? ❜ ❛ why did you do it? ❜ ❛ will you go with me? ❜ ❛ you are everything to me. ❜ ❛ you can talk to me. ❜ ❛ you deserve to be happy. ❜ ❛ you really have no idea. ❜ ❛ you’re hot when you’re mad. ❜ ❛ you’re going to be okay. ❜ ❛ you’re out of your mind! ❜ ❛ you’re stronger than you think. ❜
The Big Sleep (1946) dir. Howard Hawks
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OVER THE LAST WEEK Susan had put great effort into helping Edgar. She had every intention of helping him to the fullest regain his memories and find a place he could call home. If the Invisible Woman had it any other way, she'd clear a room out for him at the Baxter Building but the relentless teasing from her teammates indicated they thought something was going on between them, so offering him a room out of the blue would give them more fuel for giving her a hard time.
Walking down the hallway with Johnny to meet with Edgar the relentless banter between Brother and Sister began with a bang. "hey you ever noticed how the lil' guy lights up when you walk in the room? Like your his sun and universe?," he elbowed Sue with a wink, "I mean, he's a nice guy to all of us n' everything but when it comes to YOU it's like there's no one else in the room. Don't'cha find that interesting?"
Trying her best to ignore his insinuation, a loud sigh was given as her response, finding it best not to engage with her obnoxious little brother on the matter. Until he said something that really irritated her.
"What would Reed think anyway?"
Turning on her heel sharply she pointed at her younger sibling, "He doesn't OWN me, Johnny! We barely started dating and it's not even serious. Edgar is my friend and I care about him. He's a good man. Now --- I'm very busy so please just leave me alone."
Storming off in a huff, Susan changed her demeanor once she found Edgar in the break room. A big smile crossed her face as she approached. "Alright. You look ready for our next exercise. Hope you slept well..," she began speaking to him about their next cognitive exercise to try and when he didn't respond she became concerned.
Placing her hand on his shoulder she moved down to eye level with him, "Edgar?! Can you hear me?"
______________________________________________________________ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, Edgar, which was at this point very out of his usual character, neglected to acknowledge nor greet Susan upon her arrive. It was as though while she spoke of their next exercise, it'd all went into one ear and simply out the other. It wasn't until the jane had placed her hand upon his shoulder and spoken directly towards him within a closer proximity that she'd gotten any real reaction out of him.
Upon receiving a touch, Edgar flinched⸺ hard; his hand knocking over a cup of joe he'd had fixed himself earlier. Regaining a coherent mind, Edgar subtlety came back to. The gent blinked a few times with a perplexed look before he'd fully realized what'd all just transpired. The look of sheer humiliation painted every aspect of his face, mixed with a dash of horror.
❝ SUE⸺ I— ! ... I didn't mean to ! I⸺ didn't get any on you, did I... ? ❞
Averting his gaze away from her, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, Edgar raced to clean up the mess he'd just made; rushing to grab some nearby napkins before wiping the tabletop off. His movements slothfully slowed down as he'd began to turn his head more in her direction, but not entirely. He'd given a half backwards glance, still too ashamed to properly give any direct eye contact.
❝ How um... How long have you been here for ? ❞
Ah. Cizko.
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❝ ... Ah⸺ Mr.Freeze... Might there a problem ? ❞
