#lnsania

[riddl3r]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: here [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: accepting [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: @lnsania​

❝ Is it offensive to say that your job is extremely boring? ❞ Ed says with a rather exasperated sigh, finally taking a seat after a few minutes of restless pacing.  ❝ Are you genuinely enjoying working at the Lounge? ❞

[undeadasshcle]

    @lnsania​ liked for a angry riddle boy!!

    "you are the human version of a headache."

[stilesstylelinski]

@lnsania​ 

“Why didn’t I tell you? You weren’t here. You’d left! What was I supposed to do? Interrupt your extended get-away with my bullshit? ‘Hey Derek! I accidentally killed a guy and I don’t know what to do--Scott thinks I could have avoided it all together!’“ Stiles mimed being on the phone for the last bit of his tirade, before waving Derek off with an incredulous look.

[funnystvff]

@lnsania​ asked:  “   of  all  the  people  in  the  world  i  could  end  up  stuck  with  …   “

“You know, that really hurts me, Oz. Right in here.”  a scarred hand was patted against joker’s chest.  “Er... Maybe it’s more right here.”  and it lowered, grabbing obscenely at the crotch of his arkham jumpsuit. the false expression of sadness dissipated quickly and was replaced with a wide smile, laughter filling the eight by six cell that the  ‘criminally insane’  were meant to share.  “Come oooon! Let’s not get off on the wrong foot, we still got about, mmm, seven hundred and twenty-four years to make this work! Hell, we might be able to knock it down to twenty even with good behavior!”  another laugh interrupted his words. he grabbed up a pile of old, tattered looking playing cards from the small, fold-out table shoved in the corner. jay expertly shuffled the cards together, bending them into a bridge so the two separate piles would slide into one.  “Why don’t you perch yourself next to Mister J, Birdie, for a rousing game of Go Fish?”

[serpcntes-a]

@lnsania​​:  ❝ so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ❞ ( Gavin to RK900 c: if you go with the fan canon he ends up as Gavin’s work partner, otherwise if not, go nuts 😂)

❝ That depends, would you answer my texts? ❞ Part of the android doubts it, given his track record, but perhaps the detective can surprise them, for once. ❝ Your number would be useful to have. ❞ That, they can’t deny, whether Gavin decides to answer it or not.

[undeadasshcle]

    @lnsania​ from this shocking confession!!

    “oh, pengy.” he can tell the admission hurts. this truth serum stuff is fun. “you’re not really my type but, i’ll try anything once.”

[funnystvff]

@lnsania​ asked:  [COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.

his body slightly leaned forward, his head tilted back, a dramatic scowl was painted over the clown’s expression as oswald’s fingers so diligently fiddled with the collar folds of his shirt. they had to compromise. joker wasn’t exactly a fan of the black tie dress code. black, black, charcoal, black, midnight. it was all the same exact drab look if one were to ask him, and the only way oswald was going to fit him into such a boring get-up was for him to have a splash of color. while the slacks, the tux coat, the shoes, were all black, he demanded the vest underneath by a shocking shade of bright green that matched the dye in his hair.

“What do the people of your campaign have against color, anyway?”  jay complained, glancing over at himself in the large mirror right besides him.  “I look like someone died!”  he paused.  “And haven’t you heard? I’m the one who’s suppose to put the fun in funeral!”  HAHA! he laughed at his own joke.  “When I die, I want it to be a celebration! A party!”  the joker threw his arms in a grand gesture, disturbing oswald’s work on straightening everything out and making him look presentable. he caught the look of annoyance shot up at him, but he was unbothered by it.  “I want it to be a room of my loved ones swapping stories, eating food, drinking champagne, telling jokes- and you! You, I want you to wear a little face paint! Maybe it’ll make you smile for once. Honk!”  and jay reached out to pinch his companion right on the nose.

[funnystvff]

while time seemed to stall during his stints in arkham, an hour feeling like a day, a day feeling like a week- it was also so very hard to comprehend that it was nearing seven months since he’d seen oswald outside of the sterile walls of the visiting room. most of the time, the wrist and ankle shackles stayed on and they were forced to talk with thick glass between them. but there had been a handful of times that, with the right guard and the right amount of bribery, oswald had been allowed into the room itself. but even then, there was something significantly less warm and comforting about his hugs while he was wearing that orange striped jumpsuit.

“Get off of me, you know who I am!”  perhaps showing up at the iceberg lounge with no forewarning, wearing the bloodied uniform of an arkham grounds keeper, could have been a little confusing. but look at his face! how could anyone confused him for anyone else? even if they were newly hired staff. this guy looked big and dumb, and had grabbed joker up by the chest of the stolen shirt after he’d barely taken five steps inside. joker yanked off the hat he had been wearing as if that were completely disguising him; he and oswald were public knowledge. there was no excused to rough him up. his hair had grown out significantly, the fun green colored he always dyed is now faded to more of a yellow-green and his natural auburn took over. though the guy seemed to put two and two together regardless. a reply stumbled from his lips and he let go, and joker stumbled a few steps back.  “I’m coming  back for you,”  he warned with an angry point towards the staff member. perhaps the look on his face was punishment enough but he was sure oswald wouldn’t be happy with his handling.

a pointed glare was still thrown back at the man as he started forth into the nightclub. he was typically here during the day, even when it wasn’t open to the public, as his office was there, he needed a controlled space to be the king of gotham. and there had also been mention during one of their many visits that oswald had taken to sleeping at the penthouse rather than his father’s estate. because it was smaller, it made the loneliness just the slightest bit more tolerable.  “Ozzyyyy!”  joker called out; his voice always carried unlike anyone elses.  “Ozzy! It’s me! Your lovebug! Are you here?”  hopefully. getting all the way to the mansion with the GCPD on the lookout would be a lot more complicated.

@lnsania​