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// God created me a woman because he knew I would be a menace as a gay man. 😏😘

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// I know I've been gone for a long while but are any of you interested in Interview with the Vampire? I'm feeling gay asf and I really wanna do Louis x Lestat. Just imagine us as gay parents with a gorgeous daughter. 😭💗

// !!!

/ DMs are always open for those who are looking to talk. Love you. Stay safe. 🫶

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/ I think I'm gonna quit writing guys. At least for a while. The insecurities are really getting to me. I've been told I'm really good but still I feel like I'm not good enough. Might be back sometime next month if I'm feeling up for it but for now I'm gonna dip and continue focusing on my studies.

/ right! that's what you meant.

// real time? 🤨

"You call it suffering. I call it…beautiful."

Does he even realize? Every pulse in his skull makes him wonder what it looks like inside, that storm beneath the bone. If he could kindly let him open it...see thoughts and pain collide.

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𝓔ternal.

I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY TOMORROW! I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY ON A FRICKIN SATURDAY!

𝗗𝗿. 𝗖𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄.
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 . .

"A headache, is it?"

He leans in, the voice almost tender, too calm to be safe.

"How curious. The mind rebells against itself. .I wonder what it looks like inside when it does that."

He hesitates, the faintest flicker of something human behind his eyes.

“Dinner…” a dry laugh escapes him, almost self-mocking. “You may regret the company you’ve invited, Mr. Cobblepot.”

He exhales, quiet, thoughtful. “But perhaps even I could stand to share the silence for a while.”

lonely , lonely little life
i could kid myself in thinking that i'm fine

// That's amazing! A bit of progress is better than no progress at all.

It's the opposite for me. I have anger issues, depression, and anxiety. Cleaning is my therapy. Or as some like to call it 'rage cleaning'.

“Rarity indeed. And yet, we keep searching, don’t we? Foolish as it may be. Even fear grows lonely in the dark.”

// My fault. Crane is feeling vulnerable tonight. Don't mind him.

"Tell me Mr. Cobblepot. .how do you soothe such a condition?"

// This will expire once I go night night.

𝓔ternal.

Not in the mood for long replies. I did three hours of studying today, my mind is cooked. Feel free to send an interaction. Thanks.

“Strange, isn’t it? How the human mind can crave connection, even when it knows better.”

Gotham’s king of ice to wander into my office.” Setting his pen aside, he leaned back slightly in his chair, studying him like a specimen under glass.

@kingofgotham.bsky.social

The office was dim, the air tinged with coffee and the faint musk of old paper. Jonathan Crane glanced up from his desk as the door opened, his expression unreadable behind his glasses.

“Mr. Cobblepot,” he greeted, voice smooth, measured. “I can’t say I expected +

// I have a problem. 🫠

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// good to know

he whispered, voice sharp as a scalpel, “how long before your courage screams.”

life, dragging the gas toward her. In a blur he closed the distance, coat snapping behind him.

Before Dinah could reach for another weapon, Crane’s hand was at her throat, gloved fingers pressing just enough to lift her chin. The hollow eyes of his mask glinted inches from hers.

“Let’s see,” +

The grenade hit his mask with a dull thunk, then hissed, flooding the air with burning vapor. Crane staggered back only for a heartbeat, then straightened through the haze, laughter rasping low in his throat.

“Clever girl.”

His hand snapped to the console, one press, and the vents screamed to +

“A haunted house?” he echoed softly. “I suppose you’re right, most people pay good money to be frightened.”

He let the silence stretch, savoring it. “But I prefer my work to be educational.” His gaze drifted over her, sharp as a scalpel. “And you, Miss Prince, seem like a very stubborn student.”

intimate than that.”

His gloved fingers brushed a vial on the nearby table, the glass whispering against latex. “But I do admire your confidence. It makes the breaking point so much more. . . rewarding.”