#{ chumpchxnge }

[iconsnunited]

[eloquentyrant]

The face of a man who has been appointed Godfather and has to prepare himself to welcome a squirming wailing bundle of fragile human infant into his life. 

[alxnetxgether-moved]

Starter for @chumpchxnge

" Here comes trouble. " Trevor says as he says Jeanie enter the bar. He servers the drink he was pouring and walks over to her usual spot at the bar. " The usual or something diffrent? " he asks as he leans in.

[riddl3r]

[ kicks down your door ] WE'VE ALREADY DISCUSSED HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR 'EDCANONS' BUT I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY I LOVE YOUR ATTENTION TO DETAIL WITH ED! ( and also your careful characterization of his multi's is very interesting and I can't stress enough how much I adore the care you take in writing Ed)

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? (always accepting) 

ahsaskjdfa thank you so so much, you are amazing and I am so happy that you like my Ed cause I love him and you are awesome! just....this is awesome, thank you!

[craftedinsanity]

“Maybe things would work out better if you didn’t spend all that time monologuing to Bruce," She snaps in Jeremiah's direction, spinning on a heel and returning her attention to blueprints and papers scattered about a table. "You spend too much time trying to humanize yourself to someone who has already damned you, for better or for worse."

Meme (x)

“Funny.” The underside of his eye twitches, signs of an already simmering temper further brewing beneath the thin veneer of composure he adopted. “I don’t recall ever having asked for your opinion on what I do with Bruce. What we have may seem…strange but I’d be lying if I claimed it wasn’t…”A deep inhale can be heard. Discoloured eyes gleamed under the lighting with an emotion hard to pin down, flickering for just a moment. Only a moment. Wistful. Yearning. The adulation of someone besotted. “Divine.”He’s still for the span of a few moments. When he does finally move, it’s reminiscent of the sharp sudden bursts of energy his brother often makes. A gloved hand slams dead center on the blueprints and papers on the surface of the table as he gets right in Jeanie’s face without qualms. Fingers shift, twisted with strength and the papers that hadn’t escaped his grasp are inevitably crumpled under the force. Yet his gaze remains on her.

“So next time- keep your thoughts on our affairs to yourself.” In the quietude of the space, the sound of paper tearing seems awfully loud. He’s languid and pleasant again when he shifts out of her space, tossing the paper ball into the nearest positioned bin. “The rest of these won’t be necessary. Preparations for the other one are complete.” 

@chumpchxnge

[multiiis]

@chumpchxnge​ | starter call

“Not that drinks aren’t great and all, they definitely are,” Ruth peers across the table at the woman curiously, “but I was hoping to ask you something a bit more serious.” 

[fearlessisabella]

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

NSFW Headcanon asks [Accepting]

“You know what would be nice to experience sometime?”Upper body tips back, sinking into cushioned backrest, the bemusement that the line of thoughts the question brought up clear on her face. 

“Not having to turn around because someone doesn’t like your scars, or-” Lips purse tightly for a second, before continuing but not finishing the sentence. 

“Maybe once someone could just try to act like my body is a temple worthy of reverence and care and like they feel lucky and happy to have me? All of me.”

[blackfiire]

. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ; ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ | @chumpchxnge

The clicking of heels behind her prompts the alien to suddenly stop in her tracks. If it weren’t for the rain having ceased its fall moments ago, Blackfire might as well had let the noticeable following fly over her head.

She turns on her heel to meet with a familiar face. Although she can’t account as to where she saw her previously. Such was she to let her mind wander over important details when she saw fit. But if it wasn’t her face that chased her memory, it was certainly her putrid musk.

Lazily, her head lolls back. An amused sigh catches her breath. Gotham certainly had their fare share of weirdos during this time of night.

“Its rude to stare,” the alien speaks, casting a slow blink of her unusually large eyes, “There is nothing this way, save for a house in the middle of nowhere, which clearly does not belong to you. And I’m certain you’re not going down for a “refreshing” stroll down in the swamps. So I ask you: what do you want of me?” She says with a venomous undertone, irritation clearly evident in her voice. “Well? Say something. Now.”

[blackfiire-archive-blog]

The fingerprints had been taken, the documents secure. An officer, beard wired with grey and reading glasses set on the arch of his nose, sets down his pen. "Put her in holding." He tells another uniformed personnel, and before Jeanie can react, she is escorted to such a place, shoved inside and facing a dainty looking girl, recognizing her on sight. Though, perhaps, it's best to play dumb. "What are you in for...?" Jeanie asks, hearing the lock secure behind her, sealing the fateful meeting.

Lifeless gaze snaps at the female, taking in every inch of her image with prying eyes. It mattered not how invasive she handled one’s privacy. She found it amusing when they eventually began showing signs of discomfort by a simple gander over their form.

Averting her attention back to the woman’s face, Blackfire lets out a scoff and shakes her head at the question, “Oh, sweetie. Wouldn’t you like to know?” A sinister smirk follows her retort. Her haunting gaze still fixed, unblinking, at her new cellmate. It was funny how humans were. They did anything they could to familiarize themselves with people and places; trying to make friends for the sake of comfort.

Ah, but fear could be easily sensed. Her doll-like visage eventually sports a rather twisted smirk, sliding closer to the woman on the bench, “Now let me ask you a question—” A chuckle vibrates from the center of her chest before parting her lips, “You ever…oh I don’t know, kill a guy with a picture frame?” Again, she shimmies a little closer. The gap between them gradually getting smaller and smaller, “…it’s not that hard.~”

@chumpchxnge

[ianhowellgcpd]

{ ABOUT IAN   //   ian is a fan of watching old cartoons whenever he’s sick. whether it be a simple cold or something far more serious, the first thing ian will do is turn on his television and find an old saturday morning cartoon channel to make background noise while he (or whoever might be taking care of him) recovers. his favorites are scooby doo (and its various spin-offs), woody woodpecker, and anything involving the flintstones or the jetsons. }

[stagekiller]

@chumpchxnge​ ; The gift is immaculately wrapped, thick gold ribbon crisscrossed over a sturdy, but light weight box taped with cherry red paper that leaves little remnants of glitter on the recipient and delivery handler's palms when they pick it up. Should Jerome open it, he will find something ornate yet vaguely off putting inside; the Venetian jester’s mask staring back up with hollow eyes rimmed with the same gold as the packages ribbon, a close mouthed smile sporting painted pursed lips.   It’s as over the top as any carnival mask would be, sporting high peaks both at top and around its collar, crimson fabric silhouetted by excessive amounts of gold thread and stenciled designs, each point’s end adorned with a large bell that jingles with every jostle the mask is given. It was gifted with care, even if Jerome does not see that. Jeanie chooses to keep her note short, humor in her message and signature eloquently written underneath it.‘ For the next part of the act? You tell me. '

     ONE COULD ASSUME that a person of her caliber was just as likely to have this mask custom made or purchased over the interwebs. Maybe it was a gift that took three days to envision & order, or five minutes to pick out from a bunch of identical ones. Either way, however, one could not deny that it was very classy. Nothing akin to Jerome’s personal tackiness. Its opulent nature is a perfect match for the carnival from which it hails, and yet not too flashy to where it would be blinding.

   When gloved fingers traverse over the porcelain, Jerome quickly estimates the quality. He can tell the object is valuable, when it feels so fragile. And this is how he also doubts it will last on his face for more than one occasion. He ought to be meticulous with picking when to wear it, which makes it all the more priceless. How thoughtful. And how characteristic of his good friend a choice.

  He wears no expression upon regarding the note, but his gaze remains attentive. Jerome has never been one for the details. Details are subtleties and subtlety is not his style. But he has to congratulate her on picking out something that is equal parts useful & beautiful. It does bring a note of awareness, however. As pristine as it looks; there is simply nothing funny about this. It is only valuable while it still looks good. And, once it inevitably breaks during Jerome’s endeavors, it won’t be anything anymore. Nothing left.

   Ah, the emptiness of beauty. What a horrible realization. He wonders if Jeanie ever thinks as such of herself. Jerome can see that she really is beautiful. Does she know that, in his eyes, she looks as fragile as this here mask?

   He might text her a thank you later. If he remembers it.

[coldcriminal]

   he finds jeanie’s bodyguard(s?) unsettling.

[eloquentyrant]

" I don't understand, you're celebrating? " [ cabin in the woods meme ]

Meme (x)

“Why of course, there is much cause for celebration.” It’s plain to see that the mobster is in great spirits despite the apparent losses they just suffered. The kingpin ambles along the path way, his cane easily tapping out a steady rhythm- an unspoken signal for her to follow. “Certainly from the perspective on the outside, it would appear as though we have taken a huge hit from our enemies but-” A gloved finger gestured over to the screen he has on display. As they watched, a distinct trail of red dots appeared across the outline of the layout. “Before our dishonorable competitors made away with our goods, I had my men take the liberty of planting tracking devices on them- this will lead us back to their hideout. Not only will we be able to flush out the rats, we may also stand to gain from taking what they have.” A pause.“Oh right: I knew they were going to steal from us. Which was why I’ve taken the precaution of shifting everything elsewhere. The ones they have on hand are replicas. So you see? Much to celebrate.” @chumpchxnge

[alxnetxgether-moved]

Startee for @chumpchxnge

" Hey Jeanie! " Trevor says as he turns back for a moment to throw one of his regulars and friend a smile as he pours a couple of shots. He quickly delivers them before returning to her " The usual? Or are we feeling adventurous today? " he asks as he asks as he leans against the bar.

[riddl3r]

@chumpchxnge (cont.)

His hand makes a fist, his thumb pointing down and slowly turning to point upwards and he grins  ❝Correct! That is what I am...❞ he pauses briefly as if he is struggling to say the word  ❝egging on.❞ he clears his throat and brings his hand together with a loud clap  ❝So! Do you actually like riddles or are you doing this for my sake?❞ Ed places his hand on his chest and smiles.

[craftedinsanity]

💠 Did Miah ever have religious faith (considering he went to a private Catholic school)?

Meme (x)

TLDR: For necessity (appeal) purposes, he followed the faith of his adoptive parents right up until he gained independence as a working adult and subsequently moved out. Depending on who asks the question, Pre + Post gas Miah’s answer will differ based on what he thinks they want to hear. Deep down, he does not have any religious beliefs as he is a ‘man of science’. As a child, his first exposure to the concept of religion was introduced in school with mentions about ‘God’. The idea of there being a protector who would watch over him and his loved ones appealed to him but also terrified in equal measures since there was an emphasis on punishment for sins/mistakes. That, along with his need to be perceived as the ‘Good Kid’ for survival purposes culminates in the continued fostering of debilitating guilt (mostly self-based). 

The older Jeremiah grows and began comprehending the abuse surrounding his family environment, the more disillusioned he became. There was a time in which he secretly resented the notion of religion and felt abandoned by it (if God exists, things won’t be like this/why won’t he help us/he doesn’t care etc).Though as time passes, his disdain and rejection fades into apathy towards the subject. In order to ensure that his adoptive parents continue to allow him to maintain his quality of life after his life in Haly’s Circus, he would go through the motions. Attend church masses, offer prayers and the like as an obligation. Once he is on his own, religion hardly mattered to Jeremiah. Of course, he’s not above portraying himself as the new face of salvation when the occasion calls for it later on in the seasons.@chumpchxnge