Yo, I’ve Been Meaning To Change My Name For A While Since I’ve Had Run.that.bi.me.again Since Middle

*bites @creaman ‘s skrimbly and shakes him like a rag doll*

"Curious, I'm not quite sure how I got here,"

My contribution to Mad Hatter Day! Just a silly little Jervis piece. There really is no rhyme or reason to how or why he's drifting in a tea ocean, I just thought it would look cool. Feel free to make up scenarios in the comments and tags,

-Sarsee

How does your Jonathan do with Jervises sleep clingyness? Does it bother him or does he find it sweet? Or maybe does he fall asleep too? Take all the time you need and thank you!

My Jon is very touch adverse, which applies to everyone including the rogues. Jervis knows this and knows to not go to him when starting to fall asleep, though he does tend to forget during his less lucid moments. Jon is perfectly fine with him sleeping nearby though if there is no one else around, so long as he keeps his hands to himself, since he finds Jervis’s sleepy rambles entertaining and he’s good company regardless.

Also…

…Jervis makes a lot of noise in his sleep. Snoring, talking, etc. Thankfully, he doesn’t sleepwalk, but everyone would prefer him to be a sleepwalker over the person who is actually one (Jonathan).

it's tha joka baby

the great thing about having your own au is that you can take characters you dont like and make them completely different people until you like them

lore's under the cut!

??? (Nickname: J) lived a relatively simple life in the beginning. Coming from a terrible home, she never really flourished - simply went through the motions that were expected of any person in her generation. She eventually landed a job as a children's magician/clown, and while she was good at it, it didn't rake in as much money as she needed to live comfortably.

Especially considering the fact that she was a young, single mom. Her kid was about the only thing tethering her to a normal life, out of a desire to be better than her own parents were to her.

J had always had impulses. Desires. Be it a product of his upbringing, or his terribly boring existence, but he'd always had the desire to do bad things. Shake things up - like popping a bounce house with the kids inside, or bashing a particularly annoying participant over the head with his magician's wand. Things he'd repress, for obvious reasons. All except for one.

She had started stealing money or other valuables from her customers. Though she was desperate to be normal, J would often find ways to excuse her behavior. She wasn't able to keep the lights on at her current salary? Well, it was only fair that she took a little extra while on a job - she had earned it, after all; didn't you know how little this job paid? It wasn't anything they'd miss.

And that worked for a good long while. Until he opened his mailbox to find a letter.

The Red Hood Gang, in this universe, is basically a method of distraction. Does someone need everyone's eyes on something else while they go about their own plans? They pay Red Hood One to gather a group of his cronies and go cause mischief somewhere. J had been one of the people summoned to work as a Red Hood, as they had a whole heaping handful of evidence of her larceny as well as a clear threat against the life of her daughter.

With no choice, J donned the Red Hood. At first it went against everything she had been trying so hard to do; not to hurt people, or do anything bad, just keep herself in line. But, she couldn't deny...there was a certain freedom to it. When she donned the mask, she could be anyone she wanted, and no one would be able to tie what she did back to her.

Slowly, the guilt began to fade away. And J started to get ideas.

J adored the merry mischief that the Hoods would occasionally get into. Sometimes their plans were rigid (often defined by the person paying Red Hood One), but, occasionally, they were allowed to do whatever the hell they wanted. It was these times that J shined amongst the Hoods, as her plans were chaotic and nonsensical and drew in the people who also saw being a Hood as a chance at freedom. She eventually began to outshine Red Hood One, and would start to hold meetings with other Hoods in secret.

J began to wonder: what was the point of only having this sort of chaos contained to small bursts? So many people she knew - herself included - had been freed by chaos and madness. And she had seen firsthand the changes it could bring when the Hoods struck. Being paid for what they did didn't sit right with her; the nonsense of life should be a gift bestowed upon for free.

He had begun to sink deeper in the Red Hood ideals and lifestyle, and in turn started to neglect his normal one. He stopped stealing money, stopped putting effort into his job, and generally just...stopped being a person altogether. Being out of the mask felt like he was playing pretend now.

This did have one consequence that devastated him, though. His daughter, his only tether to normality, was taken away from him due to his accidental neglect in his ever-growing madness. This was the final thing to push J over the edge.

J had decided, then, that nothing in life mattered. It was a lesson she decided to teach the rest of Gotham - the only thing above all was madness, and chaos, and all of the things people locked deep inside themselves. J had already become popular amongst the Red Hoods, and so she finally took the mantle of Red Hood One by killing her predecessor. With her new title, she lead a new era of Hoods, ones who performed nonsensical crimes who had no pattern other than what caused the most disruption or destruction as possible. She was determined to paint the city mad.

When her and her Hoods were hitting Ace Chemicals, they were interrupted by Batman - who was a relatively new hero at the time. He had not known yet that the entire chemical plant was dangerously unstable, and as he engaged Red Hood One, the railing under their feet began to break. During their fight, it eventually gave way, and while Batman was able to cling to the edge and save himself, J wasn't so lucky.

After his accident in the chemical plant, J gave up completely the mask of the Red Hood. Now he had one burned permanently into his entire body. He took the moniker of the Joker, after a nickname he'd gained during his time as a Red Hood, and he's still deadset on showing Gotham the innate absurdness and chaotic meaninglessness of life.

....At least, that's what Bruce has pieced together. Who knows if any of it's the truth?

How do you get people to send you asks? I started my own Gotham AU and I need ideas!

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I’m not an expert (or all that popular myself lmao) but making a general post saying that you want asks is I think the best way to let people know, along with posting about your AU to get people interested. Don’t compare yourself to ‘bigger’ blogs either, since it’ll just make you feel negative. Just post what makes you happy and some people will find it interesting! Hope this helps! :]

Honestly as the very pale mom friend somebody has to make sure the group wears sunscreen and drinks water. I’ve learned from getting heatstroke at pride three times that you DO not want to be underprepared. So we salute Gotham Ridds and his preparedness. Cause you KNOW Arkham and Zero Year are the ones who get burnt because they insist and refuse to wear sunscreen and Dano and YJ are just unlucky.

I also burn very easily, so it would be nice to have someone around that keeps sunscreen on them at all times.

However, this is only helpful if you aren't too stubborn to accept it.

Sometimes Arkham is harder when you’re roomed with certain people. :/

Practicing my coloring with my designs for Jonathan and Edward.

Happy Hatter Day! Down the rabbit hole we go! :]

Repost because I forgor his freckles like a dum dum…

I do not feel 20…

Happy Halloween!!! :]

Some Scarecrow for the soul. Georgia boy prefers to stay inside during the colder months (he’s not cold resistant in the slightest for a number of reasons), but he does hand out candy to trick or treaters! He likes spooking the older kids with his Scarecrow getup, but just has treats for the young ones. He also hosts scary movie nights for the rogues (mostly so he can see what freaks them out) but he does end up enjoying himself, especially when he and Ivy watch Little Shop of Horrors.