#gothamsworst

[inkdrawndreams]

This is really old, but the anatomy actually turned out good, so I figured I would finish it. Anyone ready for summer already?

#I think it was based on a gothamsworst thing but I don't remember #mad hatter #jervis tetch #tnba #the new batman adventures #batman #dc #nudity #2023 #dreamer draws

[buddyfromearth]

Object of Affection

For @gothamsworst​ because your entire penguin tag has put into me a great fire to write a sheepish significant other for him.  Mind you, I haven’t written fanfiction since high school so forgive me if I get something wrong (I’m still getting into DC and my parents think it’s embarrassing because I had a lobo phase out of high school.)

Notes: confessions of love; sfw (some slight implications at the end but it cuts off because that’s not going on this blog here); aw, gee, he brought a bouquet of flowers; hey who ordered flirting because here’s some; several headcanons in one go let’s go people; I can write pretty words I just mostly refuse to in favor of making it all comics instead; idea of flirting is just walking up with a bouquet and going “marry me”; I don’t know what I’m doing I’ve never written this guy before.

EDIT: fixed some things.

 Stuck between yearning for love and the fear of rejection was a difficult place to be. It was at least easier to know rejection than it was to have yearning for love going totally unanswered.  Oh, what pain it was. 

   Oswald Cobblepot, that troublesome Penguin known about Gotham as one hell of a man to cross, was madly in love.  Yes, an unfortunate feeling to have.  But he couldn’t help it.  Not this time, at least. 

   It was someone he’d seen around the lounge, lurking nearby where he’d watch the penguins. When he saw them around and was able to not make it awkward, he couldn’t help but stare at those eyes all green and deep like some dark thicket.  And those venomous eyes did plenty of staring back: he could feel their gaze fixated on him whenever he was working at the lounge. 

   Really, though, what did he know about this crush that had taken his entire heart by a single blow?  Well, he knew enough.  His eyes about Gotham told him that they weren’t much of anything besides a total hermit: mostly stayed home at a ground-floor apartment in a low-rent yet slightly decent part of town (as decent as the city could be, anyway), and had everything that was needed for living delivered to their door.  No car: only ever ventured out on a trike with a headlight on the front and a trunk on the back.  He wasn’t even sure what they did for a living. 

   At the very least Oswald knew he could find them lurking around the lounge.  So, that’s exactly where he went. 

   Of course, such an event was not something to go into completely unprepared.  He pulled out a nice suit, as usual, with all the fine accoutrements he was well-known for.  An umbrella in one hand and a large bouquet of bloody red roses in the other.  Even went out of the way to pick out cologne, albeit he preferred not to.  He wanted to make the best impression he could. 

   It was just that odd hour before the post-work rush.  Oswald hoped he’d not come in on a wrong night.  Trying not to draw too much attention, he made a long sort of awkward path over to where they usually were. 

   There they were, right at that surprisingly bare table he got used to passing by.  There was a pencil case pushed to one side, and it sat next to a tall glass of what he thought might be soda (of course, he wasn’t about to just try it: that would be a bit too much).  They were hunched over something in front of them, and their hands moved quickly with a pencil and a brush. 

   “Excuse me, my dear,” started Oswald, with a soft tone so as to not scare this beloved mystery away, “but is this table taking guests?” 

   They jumped.  Oswald feared he’d gone too fast.  Oh, wonderful, now he’d scared them off! 

   They looked up and met his eyes.  What was once a terrified look behind thick glasses quickly melted into something tender and rather curious.  “Oh.”  Their voice had an astoundingly flat affect, hinting at an origin out in midland farming country with the slight tint to it.  They cleared their throat, and moved their bag to the other side.  “S-sure thing, sir, sure.  Wasn’t expecting anyone to be over here tonight.  Normally people only ever come over to ask for free work from me.”  Their voice was soft and quiet as they spoke: an absolutely adorable sound that hit just right in his ears.  He could listen to it talk forever. 

   “Excellent.”  Oswald sat down directly next to them, putting the umbrella to rest on the seat beside him. 

   Their face quickly changed colors.  It went from a sickly pale in the lowlight to being absolutely taken over with blush.  “R-right, s-sure.  Please, forgive me for asking, but haven’t I seen you around here before?” 

   “Of course you would have seen me here before,” said Oswald, rolling his eyes slightly.  “I own this lounge, after all.” 

   “Oh, I…” They stopped for a moment, and their mouth was slightly agape as they appeared to slowly mentally register the weight of the situation.  Then their eyes shot wide open and they gave up a nervous smile with chattering teeth. “M-Mr. Cobblepot, sir.  I-I-I didn’t think I was something you’d… well, y’know, actually come over to see?” 

   “Quite the contrary,” said Oswald, moving in closer and putting an arm around their shoulder.  “You’ve captured my attention with how much you care about my darlings.  I see you in here and I can’t help but wonder if you’re some kindred soul.”  He gestured just slightly over at the centerpiece of the lounge, the namesake iceberg with a whole group of penguins he often spent hours watching on his days off.

   They looked over to where he gestured, and then they nodded quickly.  The nervousness quickly got itself out of that smile, and their entire posture melted into one of repose.  “Your penguins, right.  Right, the penguins!  Of course! They’re so cute: little communal flipper birds that just waddle around and honk and preen all day.”  They sighed and smiled, leaning forward and putting their head to rest in their hand.   “What I wouldn’t give for a life so carefree.”

   Oswald immediately had a few ideas come to mind.  Oh, he could take care of that: he could just bring them into his life and get them out of that awful apartment, pamper them with anything and everything they could ever want.  Ask them to move in with you.  Ask them for a date.  Ask them to share a drink.  No, no, no, that’s all too fast!  Play it slowly: perhaps they’ll melt into your arms if you go ahead just right.  

   “How often are you around here, hm?”  Oswald looked over from behind his monocle at this mystery figure that had caught his attention and proceeded to hold it in a vice-like grip, taking a moment to look at what he was dealing with.  Their figure was mostly obscured by big, bulky articles of clothing, but what could be made out was all thick and rolled together like some haphazard cake stacked up far too high for its own good.  It was very easy to look at.  “You seem to know enough about my precious little birds.”  “Perhaps a bit too much” was a phrase he wanted to add, but he wasn’t about to murder this feeling. 

   “I don’t really drink alcohol.  I only really come here to draw the iceberg and all the penguins,” said the mystery crush. “They’re so fun to smush together with their little shapes.  Their little flippers are so cute.  And their little feet are surprisingly complex once you get past all the flub and feathers.” 

   Oh, one of those artist types.  Wait, artist type.  Artist. Oh, this could be good: this could actually be really good for several different reasons!  Not just the romantic pursuit reason, either: perhaps their passion for the arts would include, somewhere in there, a passion for him. 

   “I see.” Oswald reached for the pad of paper they were so vigilantly guarding and said, “I can’t help but have a look at someone’s work regarding my darlings.” 

   A sickly pale hand with chewed-down nails shot over and clamped in on Oswald’s wrist. “Just a second there, Mr. Cobblepot. You have to promise me something first.”

   “Anything, my sweet, anything.” 

   “Don’t tell anyone what you see in this book.  It’s a lot of… well, it’s… bad.” 

   “Oh, I will most certainly be the judge of that.”  Oswald picked up the book, and then handed them the bouquet in return.  “Here, something for you to hold in the meantime.”

   Noting their shocked expression as they carefully took the bouquet in their arms, Oswald began to slowly browse through the contents of the book. 

   What they had said was indeed true: there were a lot of penguins in there.  They were doing all sorts of things: preening their coats, honking, spread out on their stomachs staring at each other, ambling across the ice.  They were all partway realistic, but there was some sort of fantastical flair to them. It was cute: just like them. 

   While flipping through the pages, though, he couldn’t help but notice other pieces. Things like the name of the lounge written out in poster type pieces with his penguins and their little iceberg on it.  There was, undeniably, a unique work of a penguin in a suit like his.  Curious, he turned the page. 

   And what he saw there surprised him greatly. 

   It was not only drawings of patrons with little notes about time scrawled around them that occupied the pages, but there were drawings of him as well.  Little notes here and there about the things he’d wear, the way he’d talk, and the way he moved.  Around one particular piece underlaid with purple markings was a portrait of him smiling: the note around this piece said “Handsome guy but who?”  It was surrounded by little scribbled hearts. 

   Oswald, in his stroke of peacock vanity that got to him every now and again, turned his head slightly as he was gently urged by these things.  “I see that you draw more than birds.” 

   The mystery crush looked over.  They caught a look of what pages he’d come to and they grimaced before sighing and hiding their face in their hands.  “Sorry about that.  I-I draw people a lot, just to stay aware of how to do it.” 

   “It seems you’ve become quite taken with me in these intimate studies,” said Oswald, casting a rather tempered gaze and a matching grin over at the object of his affections as he handed back the book.  “I must admit, I came here tonight thinking you wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings that brought me to you in the first place.” 

   “Oh, wow, feelings?”  The mystery crush smiled and chuckled ever so softly, rubbing their hand along the back of their neck as they took the book and put it back on the table.  “Goodness gracious, Mr. Cobblepot, I didn’t expect a gentlemanly type like yourself to be the romantic type.” 

   “Oh, but isn’t a gentleman always the romantic type?”  Oswald, emboldened by such a soft response, couldn’t help but to pull them in closer.  When they began to blush again, he grinned and pressed a gloved finger to their nose. “I can’t exactly help it.  And please, just call me Oswald.” He then picked up one of their hands and pressed a single, fervent kiss to it.

   “Ah, uh, I guess so,” said the mystery crush, “mister… oh, right, Oswald.  Right, first name basis now.”  Their face was getting hotter by the minute, and they began to stammer over all their words as they put the bouquet on the table.  “I, uh… would, would you be offended if I asked you something kinda personal?” 

   Oswald could already picture several personal questions and perfect little answers to go along with them.  He nodded and held their hands in his.  “Oh, but of course, my dear: anything you ask for, you’ll get it from me.” 

   “Oh.” The mystery crush nodded, their glasses falling down their face in the meantime.  When Oswald reached up and pushed them back to their previous position, they cleared their throat and quickly stammered out, “If you feel so strongly about me, would you mind if I moved in?  I, uh… they hiked the rent on my place again and I have to find a new one before the end of the month.  Don’t make enough.” 

   “Would I mind?  Of course not, dearest bird, of course not.  I have far too many places that need a colorful touch like yours.  You can come with me tonight, if it pleases you, my dear.”

   “You don’t have to be so heavy-handed with all the compliments.” 

   “Oh, but I believe you deserve every last one of them.” 

   “You’re far too kind.”  The mystery crush sighed.  “I hate to tell you this now, after all those compliments and affectionate talk, but I’m kind of a handful, I’m… look, I’m trans and if you’re not into a guy like me, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m- I’m sorry.  We can just go away from this table and never speak about this again.  It… it’ll be fine if we do that.” 

   “Oh, now you just listen to me.”  Oswald put his hands to the mystery crush’s face and leaned it over so they were looking at him. “I don’t rightly care about whether you’re trans or not, and I’ll fund that for you so you can be happy.  You’re just far too pretty of a kindred spirit to be left so alone in such a big city.” 

  “I…” The mystery crush looked baffled. They froze for a moment or two, and Oswald wondered if he had said too much.  After a long silence, they sighed and smiled so big and soft that it couldn’t help but bring him to smile as well.  “Wow.  Thanks.” 

   “Oh, you’re ever so welcome, my dear.”  Oswald pressed his face up to theirs and quickly asked, “May I?” 

   “May you… oh, right.  Right! Yes, you may, Oswald.  You most certainly may!” 

   With that, Oswald couldn’t help but press a kiss to their lips.  Their lips were slightly chapped, and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his face just slightly against theirs in some affectionate attempt to bring intimacy to such a moment.  This move, while unexpected at first, was quickly reciprocated as their hands took hold of his shoulders. 

   Oswald pulled away with a troublesome little grin spread across his lips, and the object of all those affections smiled like this sort of intimacy was brand new to them. “I can’t help but wonder what your name is.” 

   “Look, my name is…”  They stopped for a moment, but then they smiled and just said, “Call me Lou for now. I can’t think of a name that belongs to me.” 

   “Then let’s find that out together.”  Oswald took his umbrella up and moved to stand, offering his hand to Lou.  “Come, I can have a crew bring your things to our home tomorrow.  Tonight, we shall simply be enamored little lovebirds.” 

   Lou laughed.  Their laugh sounded like the call of a bird, with its dragged-out syllables and its pitch. They snorted just slightly as they packed up their things.  “You’re very honest, Oswald.  I like that.  I like that a lot.” 

   “What’s a little honesty between significant others?”  Oswald smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 

   Lou put their bag back on their shoulders and put their hand in Oswald’s as they stood up.  They weren’t much taller than him, and those assumptions he had made about their figure were correct.  “It’s a lot. Let’s go.” 

   Oswald only put his arm around them as the two gently went hand-in-hand to where his driver waited. 

   “What are the plans for this evening, Oswald?” 

   “Oh, I do believe I have a few ideas beginning to come to be.  Just you be patient, my sweet, I’ll tell you when we’re alone.” 

#writing #gothamsworst #not going into the tags #too embarrassing and self-inserty for the tags #gave the guy a different name too #just so it's not too self-inserty #I don't like getting rude comments about self-inserting #my writing

[hannibalsbignaturals]

I'm sorry but tell me you don't see a resemblance @gothamsworst @sinistarz

#haha #meme #sinistarz #sinpie #gothamsworst

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Hey! I hope this is okay, but I'm a new Batman Rogues-centric Headcanon/Scenario blog, and I was wondering if I could get a shout-out? I write both SFW & NSFW content, and I mostly write for self-inserts. You can find me @gothamsworst !! Thank you very much!

I don’t usually do this, but why not!

Check out @gothamsworst for all kinds of rogue content, including self insert stuff! I know I get a lot of Self Insert kinda questions so feel free to send some asks to this blog too! They have some great content posted so far

#MistressAnswersYourLastWords #Anon #GothamsWorst

[roguish-gallery]

Do the Dork Squad members like roleplay sex and if they do, what's their favorite kind of roleplay themes? Thank you!!

You got it!

Dork Squad + Roleplay Preferences (NS/FW)

Minors do not interact

In general, they all enjoy role playing to varying degrees!

Jonathan:

Favorite scenarios: doctor/patient (duh), scientist/experiment, librarian/patron, villain/hostage (obviously)

Yeah, he doesn’t really stray from his comfort zone. He’s typically open to playing the dominant or the submissive role during sex, but he vastly prefers being the dominant one when it comes to sexual roleplay. I really love @gothamsworst ‘s hc that Jon kinda treats sex as an experiment, and that kind of makes the Master of Fear (hroo hraa!) in him jump out when he’s the one taking control during intercourse.

He will not wear costumes. He’ll only wear stuff he already has in his closet, hence his preference in scenarios that are rooted in his areas of interest.

He definitely gets tired of foreplay the fastest. He’ll entertain it for a while, but he’ll eventually just want to skip the formalities and get to the sex. He is not above trying to abruptly end the game with some bullshit line like “hmmmm interesting, it seems you have dying-itis? The only cure is a semen suppository and you’ll die in like two minutes if something isn’t done about this.”

He gets veeeeeeery experimental with props. Anything from his own scarecrow gear (just for show, he won’t spray you with his fear toxin unless you want him to) to textbooks or office supplies are fair game. He will absolutely use his clipboard to smack your ass.

Edward:

Favorite Scenarios: gameshow host/contestant, detective/suspect, villain/hostage, computer repair technician

Ed loves roleplay but doesn’t take it that seriously. He purposefully hams it up because he thinks it’s funny and he loves making a spectacle of himself

He’ll try any kind of roleplay scenario at least once unless it involves him or his s/o acting dumb- he draws the line at pretending that he’s unintelligent.

He will wear costumes! The more ridiculous it is the better- he’ll find any excuse to wear a fake pornstar mustache.

Absolutely ruthless when it comes to using puns and euphemisms. It’s a miracle that his s/o doesn’t throw a bottle of lube at his face every time he makes some kinda dick joke.

Jervis:

Favorite Scenarios: Breeding (yeah, I said it), royalty, librarian/patron... tbh he’s down to try almost anything

He loves roleplay so much more than sex, he’s not even gonna try to hide it.

He has to wear costumes!!! How can he get into character without a fucking costume??? The hats OBVIOUSLY have to stay on during sex.

I’ve said this before but sometimes he’ll get so into the roleplay that he’ll genuinely forget that he and his s/o are supposed to fuck afterwards. He loves sex, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he gets a little upset with himself because “it doesn’t make sense for the story he set up to end with his character getting fucked in the ass”

He refuses to break character DURING roleplay, but he’ll absolutely give notes on how “in character” partner was the next morning.

“My dear, sweet darling- I know it sounded very titillating to you at the time, but there’s no way a self-respecting pizza delivery person would ever accept sex in lieu of payment.”

#edward nygma #jonathan crane #jervis tetch #headcanons #dc headcanon #the scarecrow #the riddler #mad hatter #ns/fw

[sinistarz]

@gothamsworst hey

#jonathan crane #kirk langstrom #batman the animated series #the batman 2004 #sinistart

[karp-actually]

Quick birthday present for the (main?) mod over @gothamsworst ! 🥳

#there was no submit button so here we are #one of my fav headcanons blog y'all doing greaT #look i did a thing #oc x cc #dc #dcu

[skeksisloving]

I drew myself as Robin. I was inspired by @gothamsworst and their Robin Reader writing. GO CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF IF YOU LIKE X READER STORIES AND BATMAN VILLAINS!!

#dc #batman #batman the animated series #btas #self insert

[x-gotham-rogues]

How do you think Dennis would react to his childhood friend (and secret crush) that handled his bullies back in the day moving back to Gotham and wow, they flowed tf up and they’re so cool.

“Hey, wait a sec… hey! HEY! I KNOW YOU!

“It’s me, Dennis! Dennis Prowell? Remember me? Back when we were kids?”

He’s so excited

Since he was bullied often as a kid with his friend as his only defender, he was really upset when they moved away

But that doesn’t matter now, because they’re back!

The first thing he does is ask for their number to keep in contact with them; and if his friend didn’t have any plans for the day, he’d take them around Gotham, showing them all their old favourite spots and awesome new stuff music/theatre related around the city

During his time reconnecting with his friend, he remembers about his old crush on his friend; Dennis decides to bring this topic up

Hie friend laughs and confesses that back then they had a small crush on him too, and how crazy it would’ve been if they’d ended up together

Suddenly- Black Canary who?

All of Dennis’ old feelings for his friend comes back

This… proves to be a problem

His friend - now best friend and once again crush - is cool as fuck

They’re always attracting the attention of random strangers, and that makes Dennis really jealous

Hey! That’s his best friend! Back off!

He starts finding excuses to spend more time with his crush, to know more about their time out of Gotham and to hopefully find a deeper bond between the two of them

He also does whatever he thinks and knows will please his crush and make them happy

Living up to the name… dare I say it…

THE MUSIMP MEISTER

(I stole that from @gothamsworst don’t @ me)

#music meister #dennis prowell #dc #headcanons #anon

[madhatterisateaaddict]

So this is out of the blue but appreciation/idol post because I want to get it off my chest

@sinistarz

@gothamsworst

@darkwingsnark

@micaxiii

@jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear

You guys rock and just bring excitement to me when I get a notification from here because I think it's you guys.

With your art, posts, memes, etc. Those creative minds of yours awe me in the most wholesome way because I just love you all I just MMMMMM you guys just awe me I just can't explain nor express enough. You make me laugh. Give me feels. Make me smile. Thank you 💕🥺🥺

[buddyfromearth]

Me, writing slow-burn fiction on main?  Yeah, you know it: expect it tonight.  I intend to knock this piece out in one shot.  If y’all dig it, maybe it’ll become a recurring thing.  As a treat. 

#talking #personal #writing #gothamsworst

[hannibalsbignaturals]

To all the lovely writers in the DC fandom

Just a friendly reminder to not rush requests/asks and to not feel like your not putting out enough content cuz you'll burn yourself out.

Writing is something you enjoy and if you burn yourself out you might lose passion for writing and we don't want that cuz we'll miss you 💔😦

Take your time and have a cool day! Peace 😎

@justasimplesinner @gothamsworst @roguish-gallery

#tryna be more positive #fax #rant #justasimplesinner #gothamsworst #this goes out to all writers in any fandoms too! #reblog if ya want so more people can see 😊 #tag more peeps!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy~! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~! 🌼

I've done this before, so I'm going to list FIVE FRIENDS who make me happy instead!

@wolfgirlj - amazing artist and all around good person

@squirreltastic -real sweetheart, sends the best memes

@applecoreart - super skilled artist and sweet person

@fearthebadgers - another sweetheart with quite the amazing cat, jazzy (send me more pictures pls)

@gothamsworst - just tagging you because I adore your headcanons <3 I know we never talk, but I see you in the tags and I appreciate you.

#MistressAnswersYourLastWords #anon

[s3a0tterart]

Here is the design and info page of my rogues gallery character Maria Garcia, what gave me the inspiration to finally make this was reading and listening @justasimplesinner , @gothamsworst and @waiting4codot amazing writing/voice acting like they are so talented and amazing

#art #digital art #my oc #my oc art #arkham rogues #arkham asylum #arkham city #arkham origins #dc #gotham rogues #rogues gallery

[sinistarz]

@gothamsworst HEY

#STIMMY KIRK #YHEA #kirk langstrom #the batman 2004 #sinistart #YEEEEAAAAHHH