#rp lore

[r-i-d-d-l-3-r]

@jeremiah-e-arkham @askd0ctorjcrane

[questionquery]

Can we get Ed out of the nightmare zone already 😭

They lost it… they never solved it—

1994

[legacybloods]

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[murbie281]

Been reviving an old OC in an rp I'm in and gosh I've been obsessing over her iwtekykyddyyly

Gwen Dolloway

Age: 24

Height: 5'9"

From: She *says* she's from Boston but has a Midwest accent

Favorite food: Steak

Favorite color: Olive Green

Originally played as a survivor in an alternate dimension of filth and ruin, Gwen is a narcissistic, petty sociopath who craves thanks and appreciation no matter her actions. No matter the situation, Gwen sees herself as a victim of circumstance, having extremely shallow emotions towards the wellbeing others. She now finds herself having to work and cooperate with far more secure people than herself, of which she brushes shoulders with often.

But ye Gwen is my first ever big "antagonist" oc, I feel eeeeeee yippee yippee :D whenever I get to play her :>

Also sorry it's been a while since a beep boop post sorry 💔

[kyoeitalkstoomuch]

ok i finally got everything in order, theres a lot of classified details but here's what i can tell you:

there's currently a surge of violent protests and revolutionaries being found all over the region rn, mostly in regards to how the royals have been dealing with the energy crisis. about 3 years ago, i was basically the unofficial leader of a revolution held after rose was arrested and sentenced.

as such, they assumed me—same guy who is constantly busy chasing raihan w paperwork btw—to be the one behind the protests and revs. which is why i was taken into custody.

i cooperated with the police and yadda yadda, i got off scot free because i had no idea this was happening anyway (because again im fucking chasing raihan around w paperwork). raihan was operating under direct orders from higher ups (crazy, i know. duke of hammerlocke raihan getting ordered around).

the protests aren't dying down, im like 90% sure they're gonna rev back up if they find out i was arrested under uncertain terms. not to mention the amount of gym leaders who would turn on the royals.

the gov is in for a long haul and honestly, im happy im gonna be spending it in alola <3 deserved for waking me at FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING.

[stuck-in-arkham-official]

[RP LORE POST SERIES: The Fall 2#] (Inspired by The Fall story from Arkham Knight.)

He stared at the trail. He'd followed it— bloody footsteps leading all the way to Arkham. Joker's steps. Joker was in Arkham's abandoned wing.

Jason grappled closer to the ledge at the side of Arkham's main building, pulling up to a vent at the side. Quickly, he unscrewed it. Pulling it off, he glanced down into the dusty chute. Earlier, he'd tried to find old maps of Arkham in B's files. Jason had managed to verse himself relatively well on the area, and this vent apparently ended smoothly, tapering into an old laundry chute.

He could make the landing. Remember what 'Wing taught you. He took a deep breath. Inhaled, exhaled. Grounded himself with the feeling of the ledge and his fluttery cape. Dick had taught him how to fall. But that didn't matter.

He was ending this. Ending Joker. Tonight. No matter to B's line.

Who cares if Bruce couldn't cross it? B could stick to that line. Jason would cross it proudly, finally getting rid of the maniac for good.

He jumped down, keeping his body tucked and ready for the landing. Wind whistled down the open vent, brushing past his ears. Focusing on the fall, he stuck a leg out for the landing and—

Broke through a net, tumbling to the floor. He landed hard, granite pushing against him. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he pushed himself up— A red, stained smile stared back at him.

He gasped. Before he could move, the crowbar hit. Two tooth fell loose, metal biting into his lip. The second swing took out his ankle, shoving him back. Joker was howling with laughter.

Jason had made a mistake.

[arkhams-knighted]

Arkham Flashbacks: 2

(Haven't done one of these in a while! This isn't really torture, just Harley and Joker having a discussion as well as Jason getting scurvy 😮‍💨😮‍💨 TW: Force feeding, mentioned brainwashing, referenced torture. This is a longer one, so I added a keep reading.)

"Mistah J.., I don' think that scar shouldda done that." Harley frowns, pointing to a mark on Jason's face from the crowbar. "What is it, Harley? Our star player here looks fine to me." He says, though leaning to stare at the mark— now obviously a small cut.

"No, puddin'. It just reopened! 'N look.. 'is wounds 'aven't been healing properly.." She pointed out, gesturing to the mottled bruises and hardly scabbed over cuts she could see.

"So what. Is my boy gunna die? Do we need another doctor?" Joker asked, now glaring at Harley.

"Well, let's see." Harley stepped over the crowbar on the floor, grimacing before opening Jason's mouth with a finger. "Oh, look at 'is gums! It's scurvy!" She said, pulling Jason's face to show Joker. His gums were a gross purple colour, opposite of the pinks they'd been before. His teeth looked loose, half on the verge of falling out.

"Scurvy? Is our bat-boy a pirate?" Joker asked, incredulously.

"No, no. It's a... c. Vitam... uh.. Vitamin C deficiency!!!" Harley shrieked, glad to know the answer. "We need to give 'im fruits."

"Fruits? I give him Arkham's finest?" Joker turned, pointing to a rusty tray on the small metal table at the back of the room. On it, was a brown, moldy juicebox and a crinkly half-eaten orange infested with maggots.

".. He just.. hasn't been eating." He'd say with a huff, crossing his arms.

Harley would follow his gaze, turning to Jason. "Come on, kid. You 'ave to eat!" He'd flinch, face contorting into a pained expression. "Birdie. Eat." Stomping around, Harley would grab the tray, swinging back to Jason. She'd give it to Joker for a moment, before grabbing the orange angrily and cupping Jason's face, prying his mouth open.

His eyes would fly open, and he'd whine, making a pained noise, unable to talk with Harley stuffing the orange in his mouth.

"Chew." She'd push, pulling his jaw up and down, trying to get him to eat. Jason would cough, hacking on the orange with watery eyes.

"Eat it! If you spit that out, Jay, 'll just come back with somethin' worse!"

Jason would nod, pitifully trying to chew with Harley's help, before she slammed his jaw closed and got him to swallow.

"Good." She'd sigh, leaning back to comfortably look at Jason next to the Joker. After a while of staring, she'd mutter something. "... Oh."

"What, Harls?" Craning his neck to her, he raised an eyebrow.

Pouting, she'd squirm. "Oh, nothin' Mistah J. 'S just that.. y'know.. 'cause the scurvy, we can't beat 'im up for a little while.."

"What?" Joker would hiss, smile turning to something more feral. "What do you mean, HQ? No more pulling nails? No more fistfights? Next you're gunna tell me no more birds to play with!"

She'd step back anxiously, eyes darting between him and the kid. "The scurvy.. I think, 'won't let 'is injuries heal for a bit. 'N.. we could open old ones accidentally, too."

"Harley. Harley, Harley, Harley." Joker would tsk, parading around her. "Now that you mention it, and we can't hurt the big ol' baby of Batsy's... I think it's time for phase 2 of Joker's best act!"

".. Uh—.." Brows furrowed, Harley would bite her lip, uncertain. "So.. we're taking him to the circus?"

"No, no, Quinn! The circus is for me and you. But for him.. I say it's a good time to start brain scrubbin' Or.. washing, whatever!" He'd cackle, smile growing bigger. "When the Bat finds out.. Jeez, the kid won't remember his own name!"