seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Mexico
seen from Azerbaijan
Just rediscovered this old comic I’d forgotten about !! I was working on it years ago for @dxrgeist
Thought it was about time I shared it even if it’s not finished lmao, I just love the audacity to ignore an apartment building sized Mister Bloom.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
he’s protective of his space: jonathan crane not only needs his own time, but he needs a room, a safe space for him to be when everything seems to be falling apart.
and things fell apart almost monthly in gotham: between his fellow rogues being caught, himself being caught, problems with deals and plans and backstabbing, and x backstabbed x so you can not associate with x anymore. seems like highschool FUCKING drama, and it tires him.
he has his fair share of alliances: you can’t go anywhere without alliances in that world, and alliances don’t always mean friendships. jonathan does not give a fuck about the intrigues and drama inside the gotham underworld. he’ll associate with whoever he wants as long as it gives him something.
and this doesn’t always sit well for jon: people feel betrayed, and people put a target on his back. just a normal week, truly: so he decides to have some off time. he cleans all his hideouts, hides all his goons and goes back to the little apartment he has -- JONATHAN, has, not the scarecrow.
❝ — you are aware my house is not a hotel ?? or some type of public property ?? ❞ and he doesn’t appreciate his quiet time being interrupted: he doesn’t even need to raise his gaze to know it's him: he recognizes the steps. giving him a spare key wasn’t the best idea he had ( did he give him a spare key ?? it’s the only logical explanation... most have forgotten about it ) ❝ you - you don’t even like my apartment. what do you want ?? ❞ it’s not polite to show up uninvited.
@dxrgeist / ♥’d for a starter.
Look into my eyes
I see:Absolute Conviction | Aggression | Ambition | Anger | Anxiety | Apathy | Arrogance | Bloodthirst | Bravery | Compassion | Confidence | Conflict | Courage | Darkness | Defeat | Denial | Desire | Despair | Determination | Devotion | Disappointment | Distrust | Dominance | Emptiness | an Enemy | Enlightenment | Envy | Excitement | Exhaustion | Elitism | Experience | Fear | a Friend | a Future | Gentleness | Greed | Grief | Guilt | HONESTY | Honor | Hope | Hostility | Ignorance | an Illness | Insecurity | Integrity | Intoxication | Kindness | Lies | Loneliness | Longing | Loss | a Lover | Loyalty | Malicious Intent | Mania | Melancholy | Misery | Negativity | Overcompensation | Pain | Paranoia | Passion | Perseverance | Pettiness | Pity | Positivity | Pressure | Pride | a Purpose | Racism | Regret | Resentment | Resignation | Resolve | Sadness | Self-Hatred | Sexism | Shattered Remains | a Shining Light | Something Familiar | Spite | Stress | Stupidity | Submission | Tranquility | Trauma | Trust | Vengeance | Warmth | Wisdom | Wrath | a Cry for Help | Something Eating Your Mind | the Years have Changed YouYou’re:Animalistic | Approachable | Broken | Closed-Off | Cold | Crafty | Crazy | Defensive | Devious | Difficult | Disheartened | Emotionally Detached | Frightened | Frightening | Genuine | Guarded | Headstrong | Heartless | Human | Immature | Impatient | Inhuman | Insane | INTUITIVE | Lost | Mature | Noble | Patient | Pitiful | Primitive | Pure | Reliable | Remorseless | Reserved | Resourceful | Short-Tempered | Simplistic | SLY | Soft-Hearted | Struggling | a Threat | Trapped | a Troublemaker | Trusting | Understanding | Unique | Unpredictable | Unwavering | a Survivor | Wicked | Feeling Vindictive | Guilty of Something | Hiding Something | Lost in Thought | Planning Something | Scared of Me | Scaring Me | Someone I can Trust | Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore | Someone to Fear | Someone Worthy of Respect | Weak to Manipulation | Weighed by SomethingYou:Aren’t Being Yourself | Belittle Yourself | Don’t Want to Hurt Me | Don’t Want to Leave Me | Drown Yourself in Something | Feel Alone | Feel Empowered | Have a Plan that Involves Me | Have No One Else to Turn to | Have Nowhere Else to Go | Have Seen Some Things | Haven’t Been Sleeping | Lie to Yourself | Lost Faith/Trust in Me | Lost Something/Someone Important | Need Me/my Help | No Longer Believe Me | See Me as a Thing | See Me as Someone Else | Seek to Hurt/Harm | Seek to Manipulate | Think Highly of Yourself | Think I’m Hiding Something | Think Little of Yourself | Think You Know Best | Want to Hurt Me | Want to Protect Me | Want to Sleep with Me | Want to Use Me
@dxrgeist
"mary is v efficient" = "mary is a nosy bitch"
@dxrgeist | sc .
“ oh this is just MARVELOUS , spectacular . ”
“ I love the smell of dubious decisions in the morning . ”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
jonathan’s routine is mostly the same: working all night, getting out in the middle of the day to eat something, and then spend an hour feeding all the crows that get together in his balcony. it’s a habit by now, and something that always brings him peace on a stressful day.
and while the house wasn’t is, he carried the habit. in his morning cigarette, he has found a bird nest near his lover’s porch, and he happily started to feed them every morning. in the mix of love and despise they lived in, feeding them has become a safe space for him.
❝ —the birds are easy to understand. ❞ it was black or white, it was their instinct, they were far less complex than humans. he speaks loud enough for the man inside the house to hear him. ❝ they’re easy to deal with. ❞ unlike some people.
@dxrgeist / ♥’d for a starter.
@dxrgeist / sylvester.
"Admittedly, it was that or Quebec, but your pronunciation indicated something quite more precise." It's a terrible joke, and despite his own humor with it, he frowns. Social faux pas worry. It hardly leaves his mouth before he clears his throat, "Perhaps that was inappropriate, I, ah, couldn't help myself."
His eyes continue to cover the room, finding new, small details that spark some idea of curiosity, and distraction from himself. Pleasure, too, in part. As well as a bitten tongue to keep from rambling — Isaiah 21:6: "For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth," from which the title Go Set a Watchman, the draft and prequel of To Kill A Mockingbird reigns from.
"Montparnasse? Ah, I haven't been there in.. years," he chuckles quietly. "I can't forget it's beauty."
He hums softly in thought. There were quite a many choice he could answer, but decides on his more modern preference with a small wave. "Osaka, mais j'ai eu ma juste part de scolarité au fil des ans. I, lived in the Rive Gauche region for a time." Far too long ago to be precise. Then again, old, unchanging cities were ones to talk about history. "The Collège de Sorbonne always housed such wonderful books."
@dxrgeist
continued from x.
♛ — “ Well Mary, I may not be overly familiar with the workings of a restaurant, but I feel like yelling out for a “ fucking cob salad ” is probably not the right approach to take. ” Then, as if to emphasize his oh so articulated point, Sylvester tugs down his glasses and shoots the waitress a polite, yet clearly false, grin.
“ Sorry, Miss, could we get an order of cob salad for the loud one here? ”
She squints at him. “You have your methods, I have mine.” Her hand gestures pointedly at the waitress - who she has, up until this moment, ignored - and raises her eyebrows.
“If I hadn’t yelled, would she have turned up here so fast? No, because they’re fucking inept here. But I come, because you like it. And I’m a good friend.”
She leans forward and snags her own sunglasses off the tabletop, fixing them on her nose. The glare from the windows, mid-afternoon sun, cuts across her cheek. “It’s too early to be out anyway.”
