#econarcissims

[goldenprincessofgotham-blog]

I will be making all the ice cream starters for @feargasem and @econarcissims I am so blessed

[frightfortheharvest]

Thread:|Like Minds

@econarcissims

Gotham City at night was not a place for the faint of heart. Only those truly capable of defending themselves in some fashion were out after dark. It wasn’t just typical criminals one had to watch out for; it was the sea of the desperate, homeless, and destitute, it was the notorious supervillains that most wouldn’t live through a run-in with, it was the Batman and his entourage if you were caught doing anything wrong or suspicious. 

However, Jonathan Crane was a man unlike any other, and not only did he show no fear...he truly had none. With most, fearlessness was an act..but not for him. It was rather rare to meet anyone else that was the same..a kindred spirit, if you will. 

This is the reason why, when he saw what looked like the figure of a young woman (or possibly an adolescent, he was uncertain because he could not see well in the street lighting) with stark white hair walking alone down the street, he gave pause. 

Dr. Crane removed his spectacles and wiped the lenses off with the hem of his sweater, and replaced them on his narrow nose. She was still there; he wasn’t that tired, apparently. At least, not yet. He was intrigued for some reason..he couldn’t quite put his bony finger on why..but he wanted to talk to her. For some reason, the very air shifted or felt different the closer he got to her. It was almost as though the shadows danced and energy unseen crackled in the air.

“E-excuse me?” he asked quietly, in as non-threatening a voice as he could manage. He just wanted to be sure she wasn’t lost..he had no problem giving assistance to anyone he encountered, so long as it didn’t put him in danger.

[flashgotthis]

@econarcissims hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: //How depressing would it be to see Wally eating...

And cup noodles

//sometimes at the same time. Fills the stomach

[goldenprincessofgotham-blog]

Crash Course

@econarcissims

“Oh my goodness! I-I’m so sorry, I really have no excuse, I just literally wasn’t looking where I was going... Are you okay?”

Molly had just ran smack into another girl who had also been carrying an armload of books, and now they were both on their asses in the middle of the hallway. Molly’s cheeks burned embarrassed red as she scrambled to pick up the books-- the other girl’s books, not her own. She was more worried about her unfortunate victim that she was about herself or her own stinging tailbone.

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

I bet she has like, a playlist too that consists of music from the late 90s and early 2000s. No Scrub is on it, Milkshake, Say My Name, Ciara and Missy Elliot

of course she does, she’s the living embodiment of 2000s glam pop culture

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

I bet Harley still wears the juicy clothing brand from the early 2000s

YOU KNOW SHE DOES

[scarestress]

I think I might've said this already, but I'm so grateful with how you write Becky. Like you're not afraid to get into dark topics with Becky's trauma that happen to people. I love the way you write Becky because I can actually relate to her in so many ways with past experiences with what shaped her and such. I love the fact that you get into topics most people just sweep under the carpet. Real life isn't always sunshine and rainbows and a lot of people don't realize that

thank you!! i am honestly just floored that people can relate to her and find comfort in her for their own reasons because like ? wanting to see a character who struggled with some of the same things i do was a big part of why i started building her character like this and it just ! makes me so so so happy and thankful to know that feeling of representation reaches others. 💗

[scarestress]

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

initiating physical contact, comfort with physical contact initiated by someone else (trust), bringing them coffee, bringing them food that her step-dad made because he always sends her home with extra leftovers like “share them with all your friends!!!”, letting them out of her sight when they’re in her house (trust), giving them a key to her house (trust), recommending books to them, doing favors for them that they otherwise might have had a lot of difficulty getting done like pi stuff/legal stuff