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He blinked once, slow as he looked down at the small child. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it....

Strange - the woman couldn’t see anyone accompanying the child, but the little girl didn’t seem alarmed in the slightest. Perhaps she was waiting for someone? 

8. Out of the really popular pairings in your fandom, what’s your nOTP?

Uhh gosh I’ve said before that either Becky Albright/Jonathan Crane and Alice Pleasance/Jervis Tetch when played as a healthy normal relationship is subversive to the entire plots and characters established canon relationships respectively and I cannot stand it?? ? I feel the same about Lyle Bolton/Jonathan Crane and they’re my OTP; if you have to so fundamentally alter the characters till they are without a doubt OOC to get them shipped together in a way you like I think that instead it’s probably just not the ship for you?

EDIT: Because the above paragraph was so misinterpreted I’ve come back to clarify, I like unhealthy, toxic ships as long as they’re written that way. When a toxic pairing is established in canon as unhealthy and people play it instead as healthy it irks me. But I still love toxic ships that are played as such.

I’m also not that hot on Jonathan/Edward personally but I wouldn’t call it a nOTP, just doesn’t particularly interest me. And I don’t like that it’s just a thing to have Batman canonly with morally ambiguous women like Catwoman or straight up baddies like Talia, it’s so OOC and strange to me like ‘ooh I guess batman just got dumb and put his morals aside cuz it’s a sexy lady hurp derp.’ guuuh pleasee I can’t, bman please resist you’re smarter than this.

12. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?

Newer edggier versions of characters constantly getting further and further from their original selves till they’re unrecognizable from the source material. I’m just a big fan of btas and older animations and comics in general and every new Batman show that gets released ends up with dozens of dozens of roleplay blogs cropping up for these subpar half assed interpretations. Some Harley rpers have never even seen a btas episode where she originally debuted in the first place and only play her based on the Suicide Squad version sOB

               Still jet-lagged, and reeling from the stresses from his school application, sequentially emigrating from England, and finding a flat in the city only mounted upon what could be described as culture shock. Everything was so loud, so dirty, and so bright--everyone drove on the wrong side of the road, there was filth and life on every street corner. America was truly alarming and disorienting, but this is where he would have the easiest time obtaining his doctorate, so here is where he would stay--at least until he finished his doctorate and had to make the decision to stay or go back home.                Armed with resumes on eggshell paper in ivory, he ventured out from the house he had managed to rent a room out of, for the same price as a whole flat. He made for the subway, hoping to find a map that would give him a better idea of commute times, however he promptly fled the subway when he found it to be a popular hangout spot for the local rats. Alarmed, but undeterred, he settled for walking the nearby blocks, in attempt to find what local businesses he might apply to.                 The majority appeared to be a variety of restaurants and eateries which catered to the surrounding administration--office buildings and city functions. Locals ranging from the posh to the holes in the walls were offered a resume, and an application, if they happened to have one on hand, while others were brushed passed. With each door Shiloh went through and left, the more he felt out of place. The young man was sitting in a Starbucks, filling out an application on his mobile before one more place caught his eye. Across from the courthouse an old pub stood, he could make out several Irish flags flown among statues of horses that made up the front display.                D e f i n i t e l y  p o s h.                Shiloh turned in yet another resume, before crossing the street, taking a quick moment to pull up his Pokemon Go app and swipe the Pokestop, and put a Pokemon in the Mystic gym. He dismissed the app as quickly as he had pulled it up, before ducking inside, as the sky above threatened rain with frequent thunderstorms.

               The inside was more a surprise, a warm, quiet, but full atmosphere. Crowds of people gathered here or there, all delightfully engaged in their private business. The young man peered around, in search of an employee, but could only see two, one serving and seating, and the other tending to the bar. He tried making his way up to the bar top to try and ask the bartender about any employment opportunities, Getting there through the crowds, however, proved difficult. Perhaps a weekend was a poor time.                Shiloh returned the next day, this time earlier in order to avoid the crowds. He was attempting this time to scope the place out, try and get a feel for it, and try to brush off some of the strangeness. While he found the pub itself comfortable, and the atmosphere familiar, there was something truly strange about it. Their website did not have any electronic details given about employment, no listings on job advertising websites, just a cryptic: Apply at location in the jobs section on the pub’s website. Shiloh had intended to do just that, and attempted to approach the bar once more, as the server was still bustling about, the same two girls working again. Strange, weren’t there more than two people working the front of house? Stranger still, the bar was nearly completely occupied by men all in similar dress--in tweed and newsboy caps. Shiloh tried to think of where he had seen such a large group in such particular dress before. However, it was an Irish pub, perhaps there was some sort of event going on he was not privy to. The only people to stand out against the dull greens and browns were two women--one being a seated lady with blond hair, and the other being the bartender, caught in conversations with the group around her. Armed with questions and conflicted reservations, Shiloh would return later--maybe after some of the other businesses had gotten back to him.                Several days and many phone calls later, it was not until Tuesday night that Shiloh arrived back at the pub. Things had not gone well for him, many businesses wanted someone with greater availability than a student’s schedule allowed, and not many places seemed willing to vouch for his citizenship once he graduated. Needless to say, the strange pub seemed almost welcoming after a harrowing day of disappointing phone calls, and interviews which had been brutally short.                The pub was quiet this time around, a couple quiet groups seated at booths here and there, nothing much more than that. The bar was almost empty, just one patron aside from a seemingly regular customer--the blond woman was back again. Still confused, and quite curious now, he opened his bag, pulled out the only resume he had printed off for the day, and approached the bar, taking a seat just one seat away from the blond stranger. He began with a water and a menu, perusing it in moments where his eyes weren’t wandering. Taking note of the little pictures adorning the walls, and a particular sign above the bar that stated that a discount would be given for placing a lure on the Pokestop in Pokemon Go. A clever business maneuver, but one that Shiloh would not partake in, not wanting to risk sounding immature before asking about any open positions, though he did not see a help wanted sign.                The young man found himself hesitating in asking about any jobs, instead just ordering a tea and chips--the least expensive things on the menu. He wanted to know more, at least before taking the chance of becoming employed here. Nervous fingers brushed against the corner of his resume in a repetitive motion, before he turned towards the woman who seemed to haunt this place of her own accord.                ❝ ‘Scuse me, love. I saw you          here the other night. I just got in          from London and I’m looking for          work. I like this pub, but don’t           know much about it. Do you           come here often? ❞                There was no hint of the nerves Shiloh displayed with the paper in his voice as he spoke to her--having a chat with a stranger came easily to him. Particularly when he tread in such unfamiliar waters as these. 

(Original meme)Haha, but of course!

1: sexuality headcanon: Probably bi, with a preference for women/femme people2: otp: Music~ Redemption None, unless we dip into AU or post-redemption arc. Or antics in previous RPGs. 3: brotp: I can’t think of any in canon…In years past, I played Meister in a pan-fandom RP community, and he became good friends with Megamind and Professor Layton. They are bffs4ever in my heart.4: notp: …*whispers* him with R//ddler…5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He’s allergic to shellfish. Besides being life-threatening, he worries the swelling in his throat would damage his voice.6: one way in which I relate to this character: I, too, am a goofball who likes wearing costumes. 7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I both love and shake my head at how ~*extra*~ he is.8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?:  Hm, a little bit of both? I mean, as mentioned, he’s a goofy goober. I also firmly believe him capable of redemption. But he’s still a villain who did what most villains fail to do (pull of their plans and take over the world, for the most part). (His hypnotic powers can also raise questions of, um, consent. But I don’t believe him to be that level of bad.)

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