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RIGHT LIKE

lmao just remembered this, apparently I'm a diversity stunt. Okay so this happened last night (this morning?).

Imagine a freshly sleep deprived Duke Thomas going to a nearby store because its 1:30 AM and we're out of energy drinks . So there I was, in the snack isle minding my business when this middle aged white woman approaches me. She looks me up and down and says to me, "I see that Brucie decided to branch out."

"W-what do you mean" - me running on little to no sleep wondering what this woman wants.

"You know. People were talking about how he often goes for the same type. So its nice for him to branch out."

THIS RANDOM ASS WOMAN COMES OVER TO ME AND IMPLIED THAT BRUCE TAKING ME IN WAS A DIVERSITY STUNT.

anyways I was too shocked at the time but I wish I had said something before she left. Although I'm not sure what i'd say lol

#dc rp #dcu rp #gotham rp

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DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK HELL YEAH I DO

@gothamite-shenanigans hey wanna do some dubiously legal testing of eden’s ( @edensgardenisingotham ) new meta abilities later with us bestie

#only in gotham #only in gotham rp #gothamite #gotham #gotham rp #onlyingotham #gothamite rp #dc rp #your local gothamite #dc rp blog

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WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

thinking of that one time i hadn't slept in like a week and i got stuck in an elevator with dick grayson on the way up to the floor i work at in WE, and i accidentally told him he's shaped like a dorito and how a lot of people like doritos and then said very seriously, "I prefer potato chips though, no offense" but thankfully he laughed it off and didn't even look uncomfy??? like idk how he does it but like that man istg

anyways i have nightmares about this and still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it and have avoided the oldest wayne kid since this incident

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kill all of them hope this helps

(but also wtf anon that's such a weird question???)

Kill marry or fuck

Dick, Damian, or Bruce ?

what the fuck??

[gothamite-shenanigans]

cass, literally asian:

LIKE WHATTTT

lmao just remembered this, apparently I'm a diversity stunt. Okay so this happened last night (this morning?).

Imagine a freshly sleep deprived Duke Thomas going to a nearby store because its 1:30 AM and we're out of energy drinks . So there I was, in the snack isle minding my business when this middle aged white woman approaches me. She looks me up and down and says to me, "I see that Brucie decided to branch out."

"W-what do you mean" - me running on little to no sleep wondering what this woman wants.

"You know. People were talking about how he often goes for the same type. So its nice for him to branch out."

THIS RANDOM ASS WOMAN COMES OVER TO ME AND IMPLIED THAT BRUCE TAKING ME IN WAS A DIVERSITY STUNT.

anyways I was too shocked at the time but I wish I had said something before she left. Although I'm not sure what i'd say lol

[gothamite-shenanigans]

DUKE NO

thinking of that one time i hadn't slept in like a week and i got stuck in an elevator with dick grayson on the way up to the floor i work at in WE, and i accidentally told him he's shaped like a dorito and how a lot of people like doritos and then said very seriously, "I prefer potato chips though, no offense" but thankfully he laughed it off and didn't even look uncomfy??? like idk how he does it but like that man istg

anyways i have nightmares about this and still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it and have avoided the oldest wayne kid since this incident

#WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS #I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS???? #dc rp #dcu rp #gotham rp #only in gotham #gothamite rp #gotham oc

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who are the court of owls?????

like, i've seen mentions of them like everywhere but idk who they are????

out of /10, how much should i avoid them??? (1 being dw about them, 10 being wtf get out of their vicinity asap)

#only in gotham rp #only in gotham #gothamite #gotham rp #onlyingotham #gotham #dc rp #dc rp blog #gotham oc #rp

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yes, actually 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

I know that I have list of Gotham vigilantes that are allowed in my apartment. I'm about to have to make one for the Rouges and their kids. Is it too mush to ask for one day...ONE DAY, that I come back to an empty apartment so I can watch shitty tv dramas (or to honest that new podcast episode that came out) and read my new book,

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CONGRATS EDS OMG!!!!

I have the pleasure to announce that Edward Nygma, formerly known as the riddler, is hereby declared sane.

Arkham Asylum has the original version, and Edward Nygma will be mailed a physical copy within the next week.

If you wish to congratulate him, his account is: @kingofpuzzles

[OOC UNDER CUT:]

That thing took me so long!!

Main inspo is this photo from the deviant art LeftoverPrints:

It’s from one of the Arkham games- but I can’t quite remember which one.

The seal I found after literally googling “Gotham Seal”:

It’s a pin on Amazon, go get it if you want!

The fonts are all from procreate! And the signature was done by me- very badly, so I apologize for that

#only in gotham rp #only in gotham #gothamite #gotham rp #gotham #dc rp #onlyingotham #dc rp blog #gotham oc #rp

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go outside we, say something about 'dead parents', 'alone', etc, and you'll be perfect adoption bait :)

NO, ALFRED, I'M NOT COMING DOWN TO DINNER, AND I WILL NOT BE MAKING A PUBLIC APPEARANCE FOR SIX TO TEN BUSINESS DAYS.

not even evie can stop me

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wayyyyy too fuckin many like i haven't even met them all

some of them aren't even his kids

NO, ALFRED, I'M NOT COMING DOWN TO DINNER, AND I WILL NOT BE MAKING A PUBLIC APPEARANCE FOR SIX TO TEN BUSINESS DAYS.

not even evie can stop me

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LMAOOOOO

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

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I

PLEAD

THE

FIF

oh fuck it

i meant, how did this happen??? was it natural gotham fuckery, or like an inherited gene or a lab experiment or just plain fuckin magic???

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

[gothamite-shenanigans]

begging at this point, yeah 😃👍

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

[gothamite-shenanigans]

*visibly shaking* I plead the fifth

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

[gothamite-shenanigans]

i plead the fifth 🔥

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

[gothamite-shenanigans]

I'm gonna get tired of this eventually but

W H A T T H E F U C K

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them