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✏️ - if you're still accepting, I yeet Em at you for these ridiculously amazing quotes

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Black Mask: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Em, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Black Mask: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Em: Who hurt you? Black Mask: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Em: ...Yes, actually.

*Black Mask is speaking on the phone* Black Mask: Yeah, I'm with Em. Em: Im fucking dying- Black Mask: Yep, they're okay. Em: I have a knife in my chest! Black Mask: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry. Em: IM BLEEDING OUT-

Em: Do you think I’m ugly? Black Mask: It’s not about looks, Em. What’s valuable is on the inside... Em: Black Mask... Black Mask: For example, someone's heart. Em: Aw... Stop it- Black Mask: It could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know. Em: Seriously, stop.

Black Mask, at Em's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Black Mask, leaning over Em′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Em: Yeah, no shit.

Em: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Black Mask: Why not? Em: Because I don't know what they mean.

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sex + romance headcanons! (💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand?)

He has indeed, though it didn’t necessarily start off that way. Roman actually used to be against the idea of having one night stands but when both of his long-term relationships failed, he began considering the idea. It took a while for him to come around to actually trying it out since he took the loss of his second girlfriend hard and couldn’t bear the thought of dating a THIRD time, but then he realized... he enjoyed sex, not to mention was a wealthy man who had a certain appeal so now he was single, why not make the most of it? After he had his first experience hooking up, he got addicted. Fast. It came and went in waves where he’d focus primarily on his criminal activities for weeks, even months at a time but during quieter periods? He’d charm the latest person who caught his eye into his bed, occasionally calling them back for another round. Money made things a lot easier to deal with, especially without any messy feelings getting involved so Roman hasn’t really looked back since, especially after the incident that caused his mask to fuse to his face.

Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience?

Let’s Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

“Experience. Virgins are cute but it’s way too much trouble handling their first time and I really don’t have patience for the faint of heart. Fucking somebody with experience is more my level, more satisfying too since they already have some idea or what they like or dislike which makes things a whole lot easier.”

You made the mistake of having an empty lap. Perfect for a cat to jump into and make itself comfortable... which this cat does, and purrs with contentment. Yes. A good place to sit. Who let this cat in the building though?

Roman had been so engrossed in his text messages, scrolling through a recent conversation with Horsehead regarding his concerns about a recent recruit that he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until he felt a warm weight settle on his lap. He froze, finger paused mid-scroll as his eyes flickered down to see a... large, fluffy grey mess staring up at him with the most squashed-in face he’d ever seen in his life? “Damn, you’re one ugly son of a bitch. Who the fuck let you in here?” Roman said in a mocking tone, scooping the tabby off his lap once he’d put his phone aside. He was wearing his favourite suit, after all - those grey hairs would be a pain in the ass to get off his pristine white trousers, not to mention his dogs wouldn’t be happy about this strange new smell all over their master’s clothes. He studied the cat, taking in it’s battered-looking ears and scraggly whiskers. Either this thing was old or it had just lived a really rough life, which wouldn’t have been surprising at all about a city like Gotham. It couldn’t be one of Catwoman’s. No way would that prissy little thief trust Roman Sionis around one of her little darlings, and maybe it really was just some random stray cat - the ugliest motherfucker he ever did see - having just slipped in through that window he never bothered locking anymore. Fucking weird how it managed to get all the way up here regardless. Either way, he needed this cat gone. “Come on, I need to get you the fuck out before you start causing me problems. Good thing Rocco and Dante are out enjoying walkies right now or they’d have had you for supper...” Roman grumbled, putting the cat down on the table so he could locate the card key in his pocket, only to look up and see that the cat was gone. Not just gone but vanished, completely having disappeared from the locked room without a trace.

"... maybe it’s time I took a break.” Roman muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He needed a stiff drink too come to think of it.

He shouldn’t have been surprised that somebody would find this spot eventually. Gotham was crawling with vermin, both the four-legged and two-legged variety and somewhere deep down, Roman knew he couldn’t have expected his makeshift ‘storage’ to have remained undiscovered indefinitely. Unfortunately the pigs had been making life difficult as of late, combing the city bay for missing persons, forcing him to seek alternative dumping grounds for his unwanted trash. Abandoned buildings like this were a dime a dozen here in the area. Derelict shadows of their former selves, these long-forgotten places provided the perfect refuge for dropheads and other sorts of homeless scum. Weeks had gone by, allowing the pile to steadily grow in size as Roman waited for the heat to die down, the evidence of his crimes becoming too spoiled for anybody to be able to determine their causes of death let alone deduce Black Mask’s guilt. Roman suspected he might have had a visitor when he heard odd sounds echoing from down the hallway. His men shuffled awkwardly, looking to their boss for a signal but Roman quietly raised his hand, indicating for them to be quiet. The sounds continued, strange and almost surreal in nature - somebody was definitely here, or an animal at the very least, prompting them to delve deeper into the shadows with a fresh corpse in tow thinking that if another had discovered this location, adding their body to the pile would only save them the hassle of having to find yet another dumping ground. The light of a torch cut through the darkness, illuminating the fetid tomb. Time had not been kind to the bodies, though the seasonal chill had slowed down their rot somewhat. Roman expected to see an animal amongst them perhaps, drawn here by the stench of carrion or maybe some drug addict who’d spaced out, losing his way in search of a quiet place to shoot up. What he hadn’t expected was to find somebody eating the corpses. One of his men gagged, doubling over and vomiting the contents of his stomach all over the filthy floor. Roman elbowed him out of the way with an idle mutter of “pussy” before turning his attention to their unwelcome guest. His gaze held firm, lingering in disgust on the decaying flesh that the man had wiped off his lips.

”Glad you ain’t gonna insult my intelligence with a bullshit line like that. Would be hard to buy even if I hadn’t just seen you chowing down on a week-dead corpse like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.” Or smelled him; the freshly-open body was particularly ripe. Roman’s eyes narrowed as they scanned Jules - his surprise upon having stumbled across the morbid scene had made quite him forget about shooting whoever he found in here, at least for the time being anyway. “I’ll be frank. What in the ever-living fuck is wrong with you? Can’t be that down and out you need to eat my goddamn rotting bodies. What’s your name, freak?”

Well then. Jules knew it had to be too good to be true.

His nose drew him to this isolated place, the thick scent of human decay luring him like honey lures a bear. There were bodies here- more than one, although the most recent one was within the last week. Bodies of men with dark thoughts, traitors, violent actions... violent ends. Before Jules had even thought it through he was on his hands and knees, his teeth sinking into a corpse's arm as he chewed through rotten flesh and snapped through bone.

Then someone turned their torch on and Jules' head shot up, the detached arm literally hanging from his mouth. At the very least, they certainly weren't cops... not with one of them having the head of a black skull.

Jules let go of the arm and he wiped off the sloughing flesh from his lips. "Gentleman," he rasped. "I'd tell you it's not what it looks like. But that'd be a poor lie, wouldn't it?"

@masquenoire

💭 + Cheese //I'm sorry yall have to deal with me on my insomnia hours 🤣

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

Honestly, Roman likes a nice piece of cheese and actually enjoys it more than sweet treats such as chocolate, biscuits and cookies! It’s food at the end of the day but there’s something about the rich, salty flavour of cheese that appeals to him more than sweet stuff. Fortunately it’s worked out well; Roman’s careful about his teeth, especially now they’re always exposed so cheese is a treat that isn’t going to give him cavities. However, American cheese is awful to him; you will NEVER find Roman eating Kraft Singles or the squeezy stuff that’s in a can, that shit is not cheese as far as he’s concerned and he greatly prefers ‘proper’ stuff imported from other countries around the world.

kink: Crossdressing (either himself or his partner)

Send my muse a 🕯KINK⛓ and they’ll rate it!

scale: not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now 

“Mmm, not my favourite but I’ll give it a go. I did wear that slutty nurse outfit on Halloween after all...” Roman answers with a thoughtful hum. He’d long since gotten over being forced to wear clothing he didn’t want as a child but given the choice on his terms, it wasn’t so bad. The other person crossdressing? Damn straight he was all for it.

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

if you're still taking them- checklist for Jules

Send “checklist” and my muse will fill out the list below with their thoughts about yours!

"Man, you're one nasty old son of a bitch..."

I find you to be:

[X] interesting (Anyone chowing down on bodies is the dictionary definition of 'interesting') [ ] cute (In a sad old hobo way? Maybe??) [ ] attractive (Not to my tastes) [ ] sexy (hell mother effing no!) [ ] reassuring (Nothing about you is reassuring) [X] intimidating (With the whole 'weirdo eating the rotting flesh of your past kills' type deal situation? The fuck do you think?) [ ] annoying [ ] tedious [X] terrifying (Well, you terrified David into puking up dinner so...)

I think we should:

[X] talk more (Maybe I can use as my personal body disposal unit? Croc can only eat so much and sometimes he gets caught) [ ] hang out more (At a distance) [ ] date (I ain't into dating old feral cannibalistic hobos) [ ] adopt each other as found family (Maybe you can be a pet or gang mascot, I don't know) [ ] fight (friendly) [X] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would:

[X] just hang out [X] talk about deep stuff (You. You work for me now) [ ] cuddle (No thanks lol) [ ] go to bed together (to sleep) [ ] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [ ] go out and party till sunrise (Could happen if all goes well) [ ] both get arrested (That's a possibility. I'm pretty sure cannibalism of corpses is still a crime even in Gotham) [ ] probably wind up killing each other (Also a possibility. I ain't letting you snack on me though)

If we kissed it would be:

[ ] a chaste press of lips (no thanks lol) [ ] a playful smooch (ew) [ ] swift and stolen (ew) [ ] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant (ew) [ ] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck (fucking ew) [X] not happening

If we had sex it would be:

[ ] romantic and luxurious (Hell naw) [ ] fast, rough and hard (You can't handle what I got, old man) [ ] against the nearest wall (The only thing I'm doing here is throwing you at the wall maybe) [ ] fantastic (Somehow I doubt that) [ ] awkward (Too awkward lmao) [ ] a really bad idea (Ya think??) [X] an all-around disaster [X] not happening

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would:

[ ] cuddle you (Gross) [ ] offer you breakfast (Fuck you, I'm not on the menu!) [ ] attempt to seduce you (Nasty) [X] kick you the fuck out (then I'd give your ass a royal beatdown) [X] demand to know how you got there (Umm yes??) [X] scream (Wouldn't you??)

smash or pass + Jules (the hobosexual rumors continue)

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"No. No, no, no, not another fucking hobo. Just - did you even know what he was up to when I first saw him?? Eating the fucking corpses I'd had stashed downtown, ones that weren't even fresh. That creepy motherfucker was chowing down on rotting meat, which made David puke all over the floor which really made everything smell so much better." Roman threw his arms up into the air, gesturing wildly as he really got into it. Jules - or corpse muncher as Roman privately dubbed him was probably grosser than Rorschach if that was even possible, teeth stained by going down on a fair few corpses in his lifetime. Cannibals didn't bother Roman. Hell, his best friend was a walking, talking alligator man who cleaned up the evidence of his crimes but it was just so... fucked up to creep into his territory, picking at the corpses of witnesses, traitors and employed thugs of his rivals that were in the wrong place at the wrong time like some sort of ghoul. Not that Jules was supernatural, he imagined. Just very messed-up in the head. It was Gotham after all. "Pretty sure he's fucking nuts so I'd rather keep him locked up in my basement than in my bed so, uh, pass I guess? Kinda wanna see him make David hurl again, that was funny and the pussy deserves it."

Smash or Pass + Roman Sionis (Jules :)

"... The skull headed bloke?"

Jules remembered him well enough. Quite a brash man, seemed more prone to cruelties than to kindnesses.

"I'll pass on him. He's rather frightening. And quite rude... and he doesn't have lips anyway, can't really kiss that."

@masquenoire

Jules is now glaring at Roman. "Don't you try putting me in a basement. Might find I'm a little harder to keep locked down than you think." Rats can fit into quite small holes after all.

"Is that so? That's funny, because I've always found chains to be quite useful at keeping people locked up until I've decided what to do with 'em..." Roman hit back, heedless of the ghoul's warning words. Now he really wanted to stick Jules in his basement, to keep the man as a morbid pet of sorts since who could say they had a cannibal under their control? Nobody he knew of and besides, it would be hilarious. Still, he didn't have Jules under his thumb just yet nor was he keen on the idea of getting too close. He'd seen the man ripping a mouthful of flesh from a rotting corpse, and didn't fancy ending up on the menu himself. Raising his hand, Roman snapped his fingers, instantly getting his men's attention. "You heard him, boys. Get his nasty ass down there - then we'll see how long he lasts!"