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CAN'T FINISH ANYTHING WANA EAT ROTTEN CHEESE

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A complicated man enjoying the simple treat of a Powdered Donut :3

(Powdered donuts are the best donuts. I will die on this hill.) lol

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also I did a colour version of this lol

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Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ITS HIM!!!

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It’s a metaphor you see. You put the thing that does the fucking in your mouth. But you don’t give it the power to fuck. Cause you just got fucked.

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When Batman should have fallen to his death! When you calculated the curvature precisely! When you GOT THE EQUATIONS RIGHT THERE!

#lol

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She has the audacity 💜

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The sensory grounding worked and they made it out at last, yay! \^o^/

Looks like a few Riddler related terms have snuck into Crane's quiet ramblings, mayhaps his mind isn't all chaos after all...

1/4, 2/4, 3/4, 4/4

They're leaving the same way Harley left earlier! ^^

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So stupid

“Human beings are so stupid!” Pamela huffed with sheer frustration. She threw the remote control across the rec-room and it hit the TV screen squarely.

A pair of guards was about to interfere, but thankfully the monitor didn’t break. The handsome news presenter kept on talking about the recent events while Poison Ivy sat down with her arms crossed. Hearing about the wildfires devouring forests near Gotham made her almost forget about her newly obtained rec-room privilege for good behavior. There was no point in throwing that away by acting on emotion, but seriously… How brainless had those meat-bags to be, to go camping and carelessly start a fire during a season of droughts?! Why did those over-evolved monkeys have to be so dumb?

“Tell me about it…” A voice came from behind her, she turned around to see who the hell just agreed with her unpopular opinion.

When her eyes met the individual’s face, Pam narrowed them at once. Nygma was definitely not the kind of company she’d appreciated.

“Your point?”

“Same as yours, I believe.” The man shrugged, casually leaning on the sofa’s back, his head above Ivy’s.

He seemed to be watching the TV too but not daring to join her on the couch. “Human beings ARE stupid,” he continued, his tone filled with certainty and just a hint of loathing. “Their narrow minds are incapable of achieving anything other than the simplest of ways to fulfill their basic needs. Put a real challenge in front of them and voila – you have their animalistic instincts taking over as a result of lacking the ability to use their brains to actually THINK! The majority of the human race won’t even bother to consider that a problem! Oh, no – they would rather say it’s a waste of time to exercise their brains when they can sleep, eat, and fuck without ever asking themselves ‘where does that take us as a species’. Where indeed, if not to total degeneration? A society of lazy, uncreative and dull living human-shells with no intent for improvement. A society in which a person who shows the signs of intelligence and the will to prove it, is instantly labeled as a mentally ill outcast! This is where it is all going!”

Nygma’s rant went on for a whole minute and Pamela found herself actually able to relate to some of his thesis, however, there was one small flaw in his reasoning…

“Edward,” she spoke when he seemed to have finished, “you ARE a human being too, you know that?”

The look on his face – it was almost as if Ivy had slapped him.

“Don’t compare me to the rest of those…those simpletons!” He fumed. “I am not like them, I am a true genius, a pearl cast before swine!”

“And you are telling me this because…?” Her patience was running short.

“Because, I thought someone like yourself, could at least understand how it is to be not like everyone else,” Edward declared dramatically and straightened up, now apparently offended. “But I see that even half-human beings can be quite humanly stupid.”

Ivy’s lips tightened as a pang of anger stung her half-human heart at that insult.

“Then why bother talking to me, Nygma? Oh wait, I know why,” her annoyed tone of voice suddenly shifted to a mocking one. “Because no one in this room can stand your constant chatter, and the only person who can, is currently in solitary confinement.”

Her lips curled into a cruel smirk as she watched the jab sink in. Nygma looked torn between snapping at her, and possibly causing the guards to react, or walking away to whatever sad and lonely corner he had crawled out from.

“That has nothing to do with anything at all,” he finally hissed, leaning too close to her ear for this to be comfortable. “You’re just projecting your own problems on me since your only human friend left you here and ran off with the Joker. Again.”

By now, anger was boiling inside her veins, making her imagine all the things she would do to him, if only she had her plant-babies with her. She could strangle him with the vines, crush his bones, whip his sorry ass, or she could simply give him a toxic kiss and make him take those words back.

She could do whatever she wanted because he was just a human and she was a true goddess.

“Just go away, Edward, before I dig my fingernails into that pretty face of yours.”

He took a step back from the couch and it seemed he would really obey, but when Pamela thought just that, Nygma turned to her once more, his expression somewhat changed.

“Wait, you think I have a pretty face,” he mumbled sheepishly, blushing bright red.

Ivy rolled her eyes. Men – such vain, insecure creatures, clinging onto any scrap of compliment to boost their fragile ego as if their dear life depended on it.

“Well, if one likes gingers,” she offered, trying to sound serious about it. At this point she knew, Edward would only hear what he wanted to hear. And he called himself a genius? Oh, please…

“I-I like gingers… I mean… You’re ginger yourself.”

“Oh, you noticed?” She ran her fingers through her hair and she caught him staring.

A plan started to sprout inside her head and this new development could be very useful. She tapped her hand on the couch, inviting Riddler to sit next to her. The man didn’t think twice to take that invitation.

“Say,” she lowered her voice, making sure, no one but him could hear her, “if you were me, how would you escape from here? Let’s say, during the next few days.”

“Well, you would obviously need a plan,” he whispered eagerly, his green eyes locked with hers. “A very clever one. One that includes being on the group therapy session on Tuesday, convincing Killer Croc to help you, then stealing a key-card from officer Cash, getting access to the kitchen…”

She gave him one of her sweetest smiles as he kept talking.

“Go on, Eddie. I’m all ears.”

Like a plant needing water – he needed attention, she mused.

#reblog #poisonriddle #ivyriddle #what's the name of this ship?

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silly

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If I could request a thing, I'd gladly see you take on Arkham Knight Riddler or Scarecrow, or both. My blog contains only your art lately, I'm in love with your style!

riddlerbots, attack!

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She’s very pleased with herself 

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"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey...."

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bun²

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Tumbl er pls let me post my dumb riddler sketch things