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batjokes and scriddler lover. тгк: yukichko

[yukichk]

Jonathan drew a question mark on his cup, but Edward thought like it's mockery of him...

(it's from my roleplay with them) omg im tired🥹

TRANSLATION:

- Why did he do that? is it a mockery of me?! (he fell asleep...)

- So why did he take off his mask in front of me? Um...

- Goddamn, Edward, HANDLE yourself!

- This stupid... infantile... desire to touch his face.

[yukichk]

[tworiddles]

Incentive

[yukichk]

meow

[yukichk]

made this li'l cutie😞😞🙏🏻

[yukichk]

well 2.0

[yukichk]

well..

[yukichk]

[riddler-rat]

I present you SKATECROW

My Bestfriend set that joke inside my head yesterday and I had to draw it😭

He fell of.

[yukichk]

[yukichk]

au! jonathan and edward are university teachers. my fav plot

'RIVALRY'

[weirdez]

So this happened and i felt the need to make a 20 minute sketch bc well

[bluesfreakingart]

what if i gave jervis a glock. what then.

[riddley-art]

I finally got the recording of him saying it! He calls Catwoman 'Good-looking'—well, more like 'Good looks'—but it's clear he finds her attractive, at least.

[yukichk]

[yukichk]

btw i recently made a university AU for scriddler so these are few sketches for themm

[prof-dr-crane]

does your face hurt most of the time? considering that you stitched it, if I'm not wrong?

Pain is subjective. A notion dictated by threshold and tolerance, by time and adaptation. The nervous system, when exposed to prolonged agony, learns, adjusts. Neural pathways dull, pain becomes a whisper rather than a scream. But it never truly fades, does it? Yes, my face hurts. A persistent, deep-seated ache, an echo of old wounds that refuse to heal. The kind that lingers beneath the skin, that pulls at the muscle and tightens with every movement. Scar tissue lacks elasticity; the crude stitching restricts. The jaw, stripped of its former function, resists unnatural articulation. Phantom pain - your mind convincing you that what is lost still remains - crawls along dead nerves like an itch that cannot be scratched. And then, of course, there is the chemical exposure. Inhalation burns, a sensation I am familiar with, though not immune to. But pain... it is not a weakness. It is clarity. A constant, unrelenting reminder of purpose. The body may fray, flesh may tear, but pain remains; a steady companion, a tether to what was taken. It sharpens the mind, strips away illusion, ensures that nothing is forgotten. I do not seek to silence it. I do not wish for comfort. Pain drives. Pain focuses. It ensures that every breath, every moment, is dedicated to what must be done. Vengeance is not an impulse... it is inevitability. - Dr. Jonathan Crane