#pyg

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Ozzie's most terrible employees!

Ive decided that "less important" characters are gonna get these smaller refs, so I can save some sanity. Most will get the fancy ones, but I've gotta start getting through some of these LMAO

Anyway. These two don't have very much in the way of lore, but I'll throw down some fun facts

-I based this Victor HEAVILY off of the Gotham version, because that's the only Batman media where I've seen it be interesting at all. He is a killer (hehe) assassin and all-around weird guy

-Also as you can see I have changed up Pyg a LOT too. She's a gal now because I'm a sucker for fucked up women. She definitely didn't kill her family and her apron is definitely not human leather I promise you can come close to her I swear

-If you've ever seen Gotham, that one thing that Victor does to Butch is basically what Pyg does to people. She "reprograms" them, or at the very least tortures the hell out of them so they learn their lessons (or until they die). Oz kind of lets her run free as long as she deals with whichever person he sends her way and doesn't get too crazy

-Pyg's name is shortened to just Pyg in this version, not Professor Pyg. She has really no license to dig around in people. Her name was just a mean nickname given to her by the press/other criminals when she started out, because everyone thought she was dumb and piggish. Much like Oz, though, she made it her brand. (Also, Pyg's real name is Leslie Valentine :] )

-Victor has alopecia. Yes this does mean they wear falsies

-Oswald takes blood pressure medication solely because of these two (I'm only half joking)

[pessimisticrunawaygalaxy]

+Unshaded :)

[prodigaldaughteralice]

A place cats like to be.

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(Apologies for constantly sending stiff in your ask box. I honestly have nothing better to do and I have too many ideas.)

That being said... Here's a new idea I'd like to share cause I have nothing better to do with it besides trying to draw it and I thought, hey, this can fit in this au possibly.

Danny being afraid of Professor Pyg not just because of the Dollotrons he makes but he gets flashbacks to his own vivisection whenever he's near the guy. Professor Pyg literally lobotomized his victims and sew doll masks to create his Dollotrons, his idea of perfection. The worst part about dollotrons is that they're alive.

I see Dollotrons as souls stuck in living tombs, here. The only way to free them is if one destroys the vessels to allow the souls to finally be at peace rather then suffer inside their former bodies, constantly wailing for help as they watch on, never to be in control again. What made those bodies them have been erased with the use of chemicals and surgery. Their mind and body is not theirs anymore. They're Professor Pyg's now.

For ghosts/halfas/liminal's to see such a thing will cause such a visceral reaction of wrongness emanating in their cores. Cause by all means, the Dollotrons should be dead with such a disconnect the body and mind has with the soul. But nope. These Dollotrons will be considered abominations. (I imagine Danny having a similar reaction to Garnet from SU when she saw the gem shard fusions in a way cause like, in some ways, the dollotrons are most like Halfas like him. But more twisted)

Danny makes sure to keep his interactions with Pyg to a minimum. Everyone notices and doesn't blame him. Even the Joker is put off by Pyg (in Arkham Knight). Joker!

[Just more possible interactions and world building (?) for this au I guess... I really need sleep TwT]

Add this Pyg a**hole to the list of villains for Danny to go feral on.

[addicted-to-dc]

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader - The Archives

Hello hello! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope to make it into a mini series (I’ll keep telling myself that). I’m expecting 2 or 3 more parts for this, but damn I’m in love with this story already. I know that I’ve written too many Jason Todd fics, but I can’t help that he’s my fav.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: Paranoia, fluff, etc. 

If it weren’t for your full ride to Gotham University, you would have left Gotham in the dust a long time ago. It has a pretty good program for your major and you get to live here for free, but the negatives are obvious.

There are insane and super powered individuals that like to cause panic and ruin everything. Maybe it’s because you’re not from Gotham and are just hyper aware of everything. The University tries to reassure its students, especially the out of state ones, but you can’t help it. You’ve been lucky enough to avoid everything that’s happened so far, but you have a feeling that your luck will run out soon.

The library has always been your go to safe place no matter where you went. Most students stuck to areas that they knew, but you tend to wander. Finding an empty spot is difficult until you know people’s habits, which led you to the archives. There are plenty of tables, hiding spots, and knowledge to entertain you when you’re bored of your assignments. Anything from old newspapers to unpublished works could be found. Besides, the smell of old paper beats the musty smell of your dorm room. No one visits much, not since the archives were all uploaded to an online database.

It became your safe space, a home away from the dorm that you could always rely on to clear your mind. It was undisturbed until October hit. You guessed that he was researching for a history project. Why else would someone be here?

Every time you see him, which is on a daily basis, you just move to your side of the archive and try to finish your work. There’s a sadness that your space has lost its secrecy, but it’s nice to have company. You two soon get used to each other’s schedules, and soon enough it’s an unspoken agreement to see each other. Despite all this time spent together, you haven’t even said one word.

You can’t help but crush on the guy. At first, you only saw a mauve blur as he ran between areas to find whatever he was looking for. Then the blur evolved into a dude wearing a hoodie and jeans, and a good looking one at that. Whatever his name is, he’s doing a very intense investigation. That was the first clue that made you think that he’s getting a higher degree. He shows up at the weirdest times, but you do that so you can’t say much, and is researching enough to write at least one book about it. He always cleans up after himself and has everything cleared by the time you’re ready to leave. It doesn’t hurt to be cautious about your work, but he takes it to a whole new level.

Your courage disappears as soon as you walk past him, giving a smile and a nod before exiting the room. It kills you every time, but the way he looks at you whenever you leave just makes your mind go numb. Everything you rehearse crumbles to dust, replaced with silly soliloquies and poetry that no guy would ever be into. Your love for literature made you into a huge sap, and you couldn’t help it when you melt as soon as you look into his eyes.

Just as you think it’s another failed attempt, you hear his voice.

“Hey, uh, you forgot this last time.”

Gods, even his voice was amazing. You turn around and see your beat up poetry book. The cover was long gone when you found it in a discount bin, but its writings drew you in ever since the first page. You can’t believe you lost it and didn’t even notice.

“Oh, thank you,” you reply, smiling so wide your face hurts. “I guess I was in a rush yesterday.”

You can’t believe you’re talking to him.

He laughs, “Yeah, I guess we both didn’t realize the time. It’s an interesting book you have there, though. I hope I didn’t intrude by reading…”

Oh, oh. You swear your eyes turn into hearts at that admission.

You wave the hand that has the book in it, “It’s fine, I’ll finally have someone to talk to about it. Did you like it? I mean, whatever you read?”

Mystery Man laughs again, gesturing to the book, “It’s intriguing. I pride myself on finding weird stuff like that, but it seems you’ve picked up something even I haven’t seen before.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, looking at the beat up book. “You know what it is? I just bought it ‘cause it looked… sad. It needed to be read, y’know?”

“I understand completely,” he smiles, moving to your side to open the book to a certain page. “This right here? This line tells me who this mystery poet is.”

You stare at the line as if the answer would pop out at you, but you just look at him for it.

“Amadeus Arkham, a pretty famous person if you know your Gotham history,” he replies, flipping a few more pages. “This is a copy of his original works, but it’s rare enough as it is.”

You couldn’t believe it. All this time you’ve been reading this and it’s the words of the man who founded Arkham Asylum. A man that went through so much only to die a madman in his own asylum. Mystery Man sees the recognition in your eyes.

“You could have kept this,” you said, focusing on him, “but you didn’t.”

He shrugs, “It’s yours, not mine. Plus, I’ve already taken a few pictures of the book so…”

A laugh escapes from your lips. You would have done the same thing, and the look on his face tells you he knows.

“Not to be that kind of person, but after spending weeks together in this room,” he starts, and your heart begins to race, “would you like to go out sometime? I know a few of the spots Amadeus references in his works and-”

You nod, probably a little too hard since it makes him unable to continue his sentence. Sometimes it kills you that words don’t work for you sometimes, but this time it’s different. You don’t even know his name and he can read you so well.

“If you don’t mind, can you solve one more mystery for me?” you ask, placing the book in your bag.

“I could,” he replies, the playful tone nearly rendering you speechless again.

“A name for my mystery man?” you ask, biting your lips to stop you from laughing.

“Only if I can yours.”

“(Y/N),” you respond.

“It’s Jason.”

Damn, it fits him so well. How in the hell is this happening right now?

“Well, Jason…” you trail off and tilt your head, squinting your eyes. “You seem like a Jay or Jayce type of Jason.”

“Jay is fine,” he chuckles, flashing that damn smile again.

You don’t know how you’re going to finish this conversation. This man completely shuts off your brain. How do you turn it on again? Wow, that needs rephrasing.

“I would love to see what he wrote about,” you answer, your face heating up as Jay’s face lit up. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I can do tomorrow. Same time?” Jay asks, his hand reaching for the door handle.

You nod, “Yeah, you wanna meet here?”

Jay opens the door and follows you out of the room. You look at the time and notice how late it is. How is it already 9 p.m.?

“Sure, near the statue?”

“Near the statue,” you agree, walking side by side until you finally see how dark it is outside.

The looming darkness reminds you where you are. It’s almost Halloween, and you’re sure that some sicko is probably waiting out there to lure you into a van or something. Your roommate needs to stop roping you into watching horror movies.

“Hey, uh, you think you can walk to my dorm with me?” you ask, nervously looking outside. “I forgot how dark it gets here in the fall.”

You adjust your bag and tighten the straps, mentally preparing yourself for the trek. Jeeze, he asks you out on one date and you’re already latching onto him like a crazy person.

“Yeah, it’s just a block away, right?”

Nodding, you push the door open and firmly grasp his arm as you start walking. It’s ridiculous that you’re already showing your paranoid side to him, but it’s nice to finally have someone to walk beside.

“You’re not from Gotham, aren’t you?” Jay asks, guiding you to the sidewalk.

“It’s that easy, huh?” you sigh, looking around you. “I love this place, I love its history, but it has a reputation. My parents nearly made me go to a different university, but this one always had my attention.”

You pass by the first street, your body relaxing as the conversation continues. It doesn’t hurt to learn more about Jay, especially his recommendations in novels. You’ve never learned this much in a single conversation, and you hope that this will never stop. You can get used to this.

Continued in part 2

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Favorite Scarecrow Panels #2076

The Joker Presents: A Puzzlebox #8  

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Pyg's redesign is done!

Here's the original:

Worry not, this is not the final update! I have something special planned!

Also, find Pyg on Art Fight!

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Pyg

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smeets

[justalilguypod]

Newest episode is live on YouTube as well as the podcast feed!

Join Ron and his friend, Skyler Smith of Goron, as they create three wholly new and original beasties!

[froot-batty]

your pyg makes me think of mrs lovett in like the best way ever.... btw.... i just luvvv her... BUTCHer... - @manic-maniax on our main oopsies

Thank you.... I didn't even intend for her to be a cannibal but I think it's her destiny now. Yum yum ...

Also funny you said Mrs. Lovett because Pyg's voiceclaim is actually ANOTHER Helena Bonham Carter character

ALSO also this ask is what is gonna push me over the fence I was on about her sexuality. Reject (kill) your husband and children run off to be the evil lesbian performing surgeries you were always meant to be

[prodigaldaughteralice]

I was just trying to take a picture of my beautiful boy but because of where he chose to sit and how my phone’s short focus worked it very much looks like an advertisement for what I’ve been reading

which I certainly don’t mind doing, because I’ve been absolutely loving it! So I will give in to fate.

I highly recommend @fahye’s The Last Binding trilogy! I absolutely fell in love with the first one, devoured the second within the same week, and then had to wait whole months for the third, how could I have survived if I’d found them earlier haha. The whole magic system and world-building sucked me in from the very start, and has continued to escalate in intricacy and fascination without ever being complicated in ways that are ‘just because’. Every character is a whole entire person and every person is a delight to be around (or hideously awful in very effective ways, where appropriate). The love scenes (in the old lingo) are so beautifully written and illustrative of the characters and dynamics that even my ace ass found them enthralling. The world is deliciously rich.

Read for a secret-art-nerd jock getting in over his ears, a brittle academic getting appreciated like he damn well deserves for the first time in his life, horrible, horrible sibling dynamics and also an incredibly wholesome one, curses and visions and the strange legality of ancient deals with the fae. And that’s just book one!

(Herbert Pocket the Pale Young Gentleman approves too, if only because when I sit down to read he’s assured of a warm lap for a few hours.)

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28mm A Song of Ice and Fire: Bloody Mummers Infantry

Hi again! Continuing Sellsword Summer I've decided to put together some more members of Vargo Hoat's sellsword company, the Brave Companions (or Bloody Mummers, really), starting off with a block of infantry

When Arya first sees the Mummers in A Clash of Kings she notes how odd the whole eclectic bunch of war criminals look, which provided a basis (and a lot of freedom) to get started on figures to represent the sellswords:

Arya did not know who Bloody Mummers were until a fortnight later, when the queerest company of men she'd ever seen arrived at Harrenhal. Beneath the standard of a black goat with bloody horns rode copper men with bells in their braids; lancers astride striped black-and-white horses; bowmen with powdered cheeks; squat hairy men with shaggy shields; brown-skinned men in feathered cloaks; a wispy fool in green-and-pink motley; swordsmen with fantastic forked beards dyed green and purple and silver; spearmen with colored scars that covered their cheeks; a slender man in septon's robes, a fatherly one in maester's grey, and a sickly one whose leather cloak was fringed with long blond hair.

I’ve tried to include a mix of named characters and unnamed generic sellswords from assorted places in Essos and Westeros in the block, I’ll make some separate spotlight posts on each of them to run through the process there!

Hopefully they’ve turned out ok! 

[addicted-to-dc]

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader - The Archives (Part 2)

I forgot how fun writing fluff can be. Maybe it’ll be three parts? Four parts? This story is too damn fun to cut it short. Enjoy the second part to The Archives!!

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Fluff, usual banter, paranoia, etc. Probably the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written.

You thought you’ve seen all Gotham has to offer. Jay proves you wrong on the first date, pulling the city at its seams so you can finally see behind its curtain. What you thought was just gothic architecture morphs into living history. The city becomes a history book, not just the living tombstone that you believed it to be.

The poem Jay referenced is abstract, something that you could never decipher, but somehow your Mystery Man did. How he knew about this place in enough detail to connect it with a poem is crazy. 

There wasn’t an exchange of phone numbers, not even an email, but somehow it works. The weather already moved on to a cool fall breeze, the wind powerful enough to make you slightly cold. At least it gave you a reason to run to the nearest café and grab a latte. 

Your classes and assignments were long forgotten as you wait near the statue of whatever historical figure that’s important to the school. There was some fun fact that always stuck with you since your orientation, something about shaking or tapping one of the hands. The clear difference between the gleaming hand and its dark sleeve told you that students still engaged in the tradition. 

As soon as you see him walking your way you jump up from your seat, walking out to hand him a spare latte. He flashes that damn smile again, extending out an arm as he begins to lead you near the edges of the campus.

“Hope you like lavender,” you say, watching as he takes a sip.

“Like it?” he asks, taking another sip.

He goes into the dramatics, pondering until he finally decides his opinion.

“I love it.”

You chuckle at his antics, taking a sip of your drink. The warmth made the wind bearable, and you take a mental note to ration out the drink as much as you can. You have no idea where Jay is taking you, but he assures you it’s still on campus. Not too far, but far enough to have your solitude undisturbed. 

“So, what’s this mysterious place you’re taking me to?” you ask, relishing in the warmth of his arm. “Hopefully I’ll live to see a second date?”

He stops at a crossway and presses the button, turning to get a better look at you. You’re joking, but there’s still hesitance in your eyes. How he reads you so easily should frighten you, but he’s not offended by your fears. If anything, Jay understands.

“I just found you, why waste the good company?” he questions you, sipping his latte. “Jokes aside, I hope we can continue to follow in the footsteps of Amadeus Arkham. It’s rare to even find an inkling of his works that aren’t scholarly articles.”

You smile at the sight of the sparkle in his eyes, much like a kid who just discovered an ancient treasure map. These aren’t just dates anymore, it’s an adventure.

“You really fell down the rabbit hole with this research, huh?” you laugh, continuing walking once it was safe to cross. “Is that your major? History?”

You look down to step over the ledge just to make sure you don’t fall on your ass. Your latte sloshes around, but manages to stay inside the cup. Your attention returns to him, but you finally notice that he’s deep in thought.

“Actually, I’m not a student,” he finally replies. “I needed to use the archives for a work project. Hopefully that doesn’t take me off the table.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you ponder, taking an inquisitive sip from your cup. “Depends if you’re an investigator, historian, or… a journalist.”

Your attention diverts to the shift in the environment around you. There’s less students wandering around the sidewalks, which are a bit more run down than usual. The plant life in general isn’t looking too hot, but the architecture is what really caught your eye. You’re too distracted to notice Jay’s initial response.

“Hm? Sorry, I haven’t been in this area before,” you sigh, taking in the scenery. “It seems more modern than the college.”

“That’s because it is,” Jay replies, weighing his options. “This area’s only a decade or two younger than the college. How could you tell?”

You just shrug, “I don’t know, it gives off a different vibe.”

“A different vibe?” he asks, glancing at the buildings you just passed.

“A different vibe,” you nod, returning your attention to Jason. “So, what’s your job?”

He guides you to turn down a street, beginning a weird set of twists and turns that completely ruin your sense of direction. If Jay wants to get you lost, he’s accomplished that with the first few turns. 

“You got the investigator part of it correct, but there’s a little more to it,” he says, pulling back a chain link fence. 

“Don’t tell me… a detective?” you blurt out, shaking your head as soon as you see his face. “No, you would have agreed with the cop.”

Stepping through the fence, your breath is taken away as soon as you see it. It’s a fountain, or at least it’s supposed to be one. The marble is covered in moss and plants, but it only adds to the beauty of the artwork. A woman shrouded in torn cloth gently holds a downturned scythe,  her other hand laying open to address any who lay their eyes upon her. Everything made sense at the sight of her. You understand why Amadeus Arkham was so bewitched by the statue, dedicating so many poems to it. 

You turn to Jason, struggling to find your voice, “How did you find this place?”

He steps away from the fence to stand beside you, his hand ghosting over your waist. The two of you just take everything in. You’re afraid to take another step, convinced that you’ll ruin what’s left of this place.

“You’ll be surprised what a stupid kid who is obsessed with parkour can find when he’s bored,” he whispers, the weight of his hand grounding you to this moment. “Never realized what it was until now.”

“A scene right out of a fairy tale?” 

Light trickles through the leaves and dances across the woman. You don’t even know what to call her. A goddess? Maybe she’s the grim reaper, a motherly version that eases you away from life, pain.

“I didn’t know Gotham could be like this,” you sigh, leaning into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Your eyes finally move away from the statue and look into his. The green in his eyes reminds you of the very plants thriving in this slice of heaven. The shades of his eyes even mimic the shades of leaves dancing around. 

“Can I kiss you?”

He instantly replies by leaning forward, pulling you so close that you can’t breathe. Jay’s lips gently meet yours, softer than any kiss you’ve had before. Your fingers quickly dart into his hair, tugging him even closer. His groan sends ripples down your spine, forcing a gasp from your throat. 

He’s the one to pull away first, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. Leaning against him, you shakily suck in air with a smile on your face. He has the same smile on his face and you can’t help but laugh.

“Is this what it feels like to fall in love?” you ask, afraid that you’re putting your heart on the line way too soon.

“No amount of poems can describe even a fraction of what I’m feeling.”

You feel like you’re about to explode into a million pieces as he pulls you close once again, kissing you under the canopy of a long forgotten treasure. Your mind goes blank and focuses only on the moment. No classes, no homework, and certainly no Gotham. It’s just you and Jason in your own little paradise. 

Your heart yearns to stay here forever, but reality catches back up to you. Burning, your lungs are burning again. It’s your turn to pull back, sad to have another moment stuck in the past much like the words of a poet that led you here.

Continued in part 3...

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Pyg's Byg Makeover First Poll: Face!

Here's our original look! MK, reveal the new ideas!

For option A, we have all of his features together in a peach section, with his cheek patterns tilted downward!

For option B, his thicker fur stops at his hairline and his cheek patterns are extended to cover the sides of his face.

For option C, his thicker fur is at the edge of his face, and his cheek patterns are directly under his eyes.

[oh-sunny-sun]

PYG | PYG! (Original First Album)

今日の音楽の聴き始めはこのアルバム♪

I started listening to today's music on this album♪

2023年2月19日 日曜日