#(except he was dark and brooding and scary

[theloveinc]

yandere!bakugo, essentially, TO ME, is just: "If you're good to someone, there's no reason they wouldn't love you. So i'll be good to them, even if it's by force."

[satoruxx]

THE SPACE BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.

✧ SUMMARY : your life is quiet and uneventful until you hear noises in the alleyway by your apartment, and you can't help but poke your nose where it doesn't belong. but haven't you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat? except nobody mentions that the cat gets killed by the big bad wolf.

✧ INCLUDES : wolfhybrid!toji, hybrid au, violence, injuries, detailed descriptions of blood/injuries, societal inequalities, animalistic tendencies, past trauma in toji's case, eventual smut maybe, grumpy x sunshine trope, bickering, angst, fluff, slow burn, pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, overall toji being his brooding self !!

i. ONE :: WHAT DID THEY SAY ABOUT CURIOSITY AND THAT DAMN CAT?

when you stumble upon an angry wolf hybrid in your alleyway who has no intentions of getting close to you do you, a.) offer it food?, b.) try to talk to it?, or c.) all of the above?

ii. TWO :: SUFFOCATING WARMTH.

stranger danger has conveniently flown out the window now that you've decided to invite him inside. he seems angrier about it than you are.

iii. THREE :: THE SUBTLE ART OF PERSUASION.

toji has a lot to learn about you. he keeps making the mistake of underestimating your relentlessness.

iv. FOUR :: MELTING ICE.

it's scary, just how much difference a soft bed can make after a stone floor.

v. FIVE :: PUZZLE PIECES.

he worries about it. worries about how easily he's able to fall into place with you. worries about how ravenous he's becoming.

vi. SIX :: A COVETOUS SHADOW.

there is always something getting in the way. always something casting its darkness over the light. whether it’s his own selfish desires or something else—he doesn’t know.

extra thoughts and rambles :: wolf toji tag

[anothertimdrakestan]

Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons

because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.

tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo

Jason Todd

- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.

- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.

- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town

- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence

- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met

- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"

Tim Drake

- tim gets... obsessive.

- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him

- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment

- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.

- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader

- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you

- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you

Damian Wayne

- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception

- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could

- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away

- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car

- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble

- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted

- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days

Dick Grayson

- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication

- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong

- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him

- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind

- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home

- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.

- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy

[sydney-sargent-superfan]

au where the batfamily all works together as a family unit except none of the kids know bruce’s secret identity and he doesn’t know any of theirs and then one day he’s unmasked by some stupid d-list villain and they realize that the dark, brooding, possibly-not-human scary guy that they’ve been working with for close to two decades is also the playboy billionaire bruce wayne who’s happened to adopt most of them in the past 18ish years out of sheer coincidence

they’re all just Really Good At Compartmentalizing

bruce thinks his kids REALLY like to party and that’s why they’re out every night, the kids think their dad is a whore and that’s why he comes home with bruises all the time, they’re some of the world’s greatest minds and somehow it never occurred to any of them that bruce wayne could be batman/that his kids could be the similar-looking young adults he works with every single night

[forsinnersandsaintsalike]

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Not my gif ❤️

Relationship Dynamics

Dark & Intense: Billy is brooding and intense, and your relationship reflects that. He doesn’t do anything halfway, especially when it comes to you.

Emotionally Guarded: At first, Billy struggles to open up, but once he lets you in, you become one of the few people he truly trusts.

Protective Nature: Billy has a fiercely protective streak. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he’s quick to step in, though his methods can sometimes be… extreme.

Jealousy Issues: Billy’s possessiveness can border on jealousy. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else having your attention, even if it’s harmless.

Quiet Affection

Subtle PDA: Unlike Stu, Billy isn’t one for over-the-top displays of affection. He prefers subtle touches—a hand on your lower back, a quiet kiss, or brushing your hair out of your face.

Deep Conversations: Billy enjoys sitting with you in the quiet, talking about everything from horror movies to life’s darker questions. You’re one of the few people he feels comfortable being vulnerable around.

Protective Gestures: He’ll casually drape his arm around you or position himself between you and anything he perceives as a threat without making a big deal out of it.

Horror Obsession

Bonding Over Movies: You and Billy share a love for horror movies, often debating which killer is the most iconic or reenacting scenes together. He loves testing your knowledge with obscure trivia.

Hypotheticals: He frequently asks you things like, “If we were in a slasher movie, who would survive?” He always claims you’d make it out alive because he’d make sure of it.

Making You Watch Scary Stuff: If you’re squeamish, he’ll tease you about it but secretly loves how you hide your face in his shoulder during the gory parts.

Spicy Headcanons

Smoldering Eyes: Billy has an intense stare that can either make you feel incredibly loved or incredibly flustered. He knows the effect it has on you and uses it to his advantage.

Slow Burn Teasing: He’s deliberate in his affection, taking his time to get under your skin with small, calculated touches or whispered words.

Possessive in Private: Billy doesn’t like to share your attention. When it’s just the two of you, he’s all about making sure you know how much you mean to him.

Passion Over Playfulness: Billy’s style is less playful than Stu’s—it’s all about slow, intense moments that leave you breathless.

Darker Side

Obsession, Billy’s love for you borders on obsessive. He’s constantly thinking about you, and his protective streak can sometimes feel overwhelming.

Confiding in You, If he trusts you enough, Billy might let you in on his darker thoughts or plans. Whether you go along with it or not depends on your relationship dynamic.

“You’re Mine” He’s not shy about letting you know that, to him, you’re his and no one else’s. There’s a possessive edge to his love that can feel thrilling or dangerous.

Dangerous Charm: Billy’s charisma is undeniable, and he often uses it to manipulate people—but never you. You’re his exception.

[gothamiteeditor]

Batman is notorious for being scary looking, goons and their leaders all know it’s not gonna be a good time if he shows up.

His presence is usually associated with a feeling of dreads. Except:

Berry (misspelled on purpose cause I’m not funny): I’m good with kids! I can get this one to stop crying and tell us who their parents are.

Also Barry(spelled correctly to prove I’m not an idiot): -makes the kid cry harder-

Other justice league members try to get the kid to stop crying, to no avail. They’re hopeless, considering just dropping the kid with the police.

Out of the shadows, a black cape cascading over black and grey Kevlar steps out, dark eyes hidden behind white lenses, and an array of non-lethal weapons the man definitely would know how to make lethal. It’s Batman in all his dark brooding glory.

Two minutes later he’s holding the child, who has put her face in his neck, and fallen asleep. They’re on the phone with the kids parents now.

[riseatlantisss]

A New Beginning

Pairing : Astarion x gender neutral!reader, short and sweet one-shot

A/N: Minor spoilers for Astarion’s arc in BG3. The first half is from reader’s POV, the second half is from Astar’s POV, hope its not too confusing! Enjoy! Written while listening to this on repeat TW : mentions of abuse, trauma, PTSD, but most importantly : lotsss of cuddles

English isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistakes <3

It’s unlike anything else, the vivid pain of helpless past trauma that radiates through the body like a burn, the horror of it tight as a fist around the throat. Astarion knows it all too well. But in that moment, safe in his bed with the love of his life in his arms, the pain heals.

The room is pitch black as you wake up, except for the dim light of a candle glowing from your nightstand. The air around you feel cold, but the bed is warm and comfy. You don’t feel like getting up just yet. Astarion is laying on his side, facing you, eyes closed. Messy white curls are falling on his forehead and his arm is wrapped around your waist. You smile as you contemplate your so-called scary, blood-thirsty vampire boyfriend’s cute bedhead. He looks pretty damn adorable.

"You realise it's rude to stare, don't you?" Astarion says, voice gravelly and eyes still closed peacefully. "How did you know I was staring?" You ask, almost shocked. "It comes with being a vampire, darling!" He replies before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you nearer. 

You chuckle and roll on top of him. He pulls you even closer and holds you there for a long, delicious moment. Your fingers clutch on his curly silver hair. Since Astarion made the shattering discovery that physical contact did not necessitate pain, he has been eager to use touch for comfort. Fortunately for you, when it comes to touching him, you can never get enough.

His fangs glimmer like daggers as he brushes them along your skin, devouring you with kisses, drawing his lips lower and lower until they are resting above your thrumming pulse dancing at your neck. His skin pale and his eyes red, burning brightly in the near-darkness, sharp and piercing, he glows in the dim light of the room.

The way Astarion feels in your arms—the mixture of fragility and tensile strength—makes the protectiveness surge in your chest. His warmth pierces straight through 200 years of vampiric cold. Sometimes you find yourself thinking about all the horrors he had to endure under Cazador’s control, and you shiver. You know how tough he is. Everyday he gets up to fight the same demons that left him so tired the night before. And that, my love, is bravery. You think, running your fingers through his hair and down his neck as he lets out a long sigh of joy and relief. You are so proud of him. He is free now and that’s what matters most but what’s done is done, and you’ll never be able to protect him from the past.

“Astarion, are – are you happy?” You timidly whisper, a barely noticeable worry in your voice.

Was he happy ? The words resonate in Astarion’s mind. No one ever asked him that. No one ever cared about his feelings. Never. Before you, it used to be simple. Someone else did all the thinking for him. He never had any question to answer. Hunt victims for Cazador, entertain Cazador, push through the pain of his constant abuse, and repeat. So fucking cruel, but so fucking simple. Now it is all so... complicated. Everything is different. Now, he has someone who truly cares for him ? A friend ? A lover ? Gods help him.  

But it's true. You hadn’t done anything but go out of your way to make Astarion happy since the day you’d met him. Even if he thought he was the last person that deserved to be happy. Yet every time he holds you in his arms, he is. He is the best kind of happy, a pure and wonderful happy that lights up his insides and makes his dead heart beat again. He actually didn’t think a vampire could get this happy. Brooding is in the job description. Angst is a part of the daily routine. Nobody can be a vampire without some anger issues and major emotional baggage. But in that moment, safe in his bed, holding the love of his life in his arms, he is nothing but happy. He is home. That is a gift and one he will be eternally grateful for.

Hoping actions would speak louder than words, he decides to keep quiet and pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss, holding you even tighter, never ever wanting to let you go.

“I love you,” he breathes softly after a while, keeping his mouth as close to yours as he can. “I love this. And I want it all.” 

[artist-issues]

Let’s play a game

I like to call it

‘The Twist in Time Effect’

I play it sometimes when I rewatch movies. It’s when you take all the lowest moments (you know, Long Dark Night of the Soul for the Main Character Moments) from Disney movies and you try to come up with what would’ve happened in that world if the turning point didn’t come.

We will use an example.

In Zootopia.

Judy Hopps does not hear, from Gideon, that “a bunny can go savage,” —which was always a crucial character-moment for her because it’s ironic that the species of animal she misjudged (Nick, a fox) is the one (Gideon, a fox) that clued her in to the flaw in her thinking that needed to be fixed before she could save the day—and so, she does not put two-and-two together. She doesn’t go back to get Nick’s help and reconcile with him. She doesn’t stop Mayor Bellwhether’s plot. She stays, disheartened and guilt-ridden, on her family farm. Meanwhile, Nick tries to go back to his old con-artist ways—why wouldn’t he, nobody believes in him—but now there’s a problem.

Within a few months, Zootopia is a transformed city! Predators are going savage everywhere, and as the asylums fill up and even sane preds lose their job due to discrimination and heightened fear, Mayor Bellwhether steps in—and declares that Zootopia’s brightest minds have come up with a solution. Apparently, the only way to stop predators from “devolving” is to “help them regulate their emotions.” To save their less-fourtunate predator citizens from winding up like the mindless Emmett Otterton and his fellows, the city of Zootopia mandates shock-collar tech. Except she calls them “Taming Collars” and they detect an elevated heart rate, so that predator’s emotions can be regulated, as if that’s the key to their “going savage.”

Yup, it’s just the “Deleted Concept.” But this time, it starts where Judy and Nick have had a falling out already from the finished-product movie. So while tame collars are being instituted, Nick tries to avoid having to wear one, seeing how twisted and wrong they are. In this situation, he learns—wrong place, wrong time—a tiny piece of Bellwhether’s plot. Even having learned more, he is simply going to lay low, until Clawhauser appears to go savage and attacks Chief Bogo. Then Nick realizes that if he doesn’t find a way to bring down the Mayor, Zootopia, and all predator’s futures, will be bleak. He tries to leave the city with Fennec, maybe to find Judy, but they are cornered by Bellwhether’s goons in Tundratown.

Meanwhile, Judy re-enters the increasingly dark city to visit Chief Bogo and Clawhauser in the city hospital, feeling guiltier than ever. While there, she catches sight of Fennec, except now he’s pacing and looking savage in a little one-room cell, alongside Clawhauser’s. She ventures to ask the recovering Chief where Fennec’s friend, the fox who was a “witness on her Missing Mammals case,” was, and whether or not he had visited the little predator. She’s told that Nick Wilde is “missing.” Judy decides that she may not be a cop, but she can do something to find the friend she wronged, no matter how crazy the city gets. And from there, you have adventure. Maybe Judy will find Nick before it’s too late, and they’ll try to stop Bellwhether—but now, the fact that some of Judy’s closer associates have been attacked by predators, and that she once demonstrated prejudice against Nick in a city where prejudice now has a palpable, scary taste—plus the city’s increasing fear and trust in Bellwhether, and her knowledge that the Fox is onto her—are stacked against them.

That one’s easy. It’s just a blend-up of the deleted concept everybody likes so much and the first two acts of the movie we got.

Want to do another?

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins does not get met immediately by Silver and given encouragement after Mr. Arrow goes overboard. Instead, Scroop, up in the mast, sees Jim brooding after his "mistake" and comes and taunts him. Jim and Scroop are fighting when Silver arrives to check on the cabin-boy, and he tries to break it up. But this time, instead of Mr. Arrow being there to stop things from getting ugly, it's Captain Amelia.

Still grieving Arrow's loss, she confines Scroop, Silver, and Jim to the brig. With Scroop in hissing, bitter, close vicinity all night, Silver has no chance to give the defeated Jim his pep-talk about "greatness and sticking to his own course."

However, when Treasure Planet does come into view the next morning and the crew moors the ship safely in the atmosphere, the Captain (probably softened a bit by Doppler's intervention) sends the Doctor to fetch Jim. Jim, however, doesn't feel any particular desire to leave the brig even after the Doctor unties him. In trying to cheer him up, Doppler mentions that Jim is needed to use the map-device and find the treasure—enlightening Silver and Scroop to Jim's practical use.

Silver tries to wheedle the Doctor into untying him so a "poor cyborg could catch a glimpse of the mythical planet at long last," or something by like that. But the Doctor only has orders to bring Jim above deck—the pirates in the brig will not be accompanying them to Flint's Trove.

Silver is freed from the brig as soon as the pirate crew catches wind of this, and stages his mutiny successfully. He captures Amelia and Doppler, and seems to convince Jim to help the pirates find Flint's Trove.

Silver claims he can see Jim's potential for greatness, just like the original storyline, but this time, it's in the context of "I always knew you had the guts to join us (pirates, free-thinkers, etc.)" And he hasn't made any kind of speech about Jim being an easily-manipulated brat he doesn't care about.

So now, with Scroop left fuming in the brig with a captive Captain Amelia and Doppler for being more trouble than he's worth, and the rest of the pirates venturing in search of the treasure with Jim, the main character has a hard decision to make.

Does he betray the new father-figure who might be a criminal, but hey, at least he believes in Jim—or does he betray Doppler and Amelia, the two honorable if more-distant adults who are on the "right side?" Now Jim has to "chart his own course" and decide if that means "piracy" or "hero" with a little more emotional tension, as they hike through the jungles of Treasure Planet.

One more

Frozen

If you consider Anna the main character of Frozen, then Anna does not get help from Olaf. He does not make it to the room to help her build a fire, or, more importantly, to explain true love to her. So she doesn't go and look for Kristoff as the cure to her frozen heart—nor does she sacrifice herself for Elsa, because she doesn't know Elsa is in immediate danger. Instead, Anna freezes solid while Hans successfully tells Elsa and Arendelle that it's all Elsa's fault.

However, Hans is not successful in killing Elsa out on the fjord. She despairs and drops to the ground, like we see her do in the original storyline. But even though Olaf didn't find Anna after splitting up from the group earlier, he does find and stop Hans from slaying the Queen...simply by appearing there.

Hans is about to strike, when Olaf, having heard his claim about Anna and seen Elsa's grief, pops in and shouts, "But—but she can't be—an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart!"

Elsa turns around and sees that Hans is about to swipe her head off, and in pure self defense, she hits his hand with an ice-blast, freezing it. She spins around to flee, dizzy and blind with grief, and runs smack into Kristoff, who is still trying to reach Arendelle.

Kristoff sees Hans, who's been joined by grieving Arendelle guards, scoops Elsa onto Sven's back, and makes their escape, urgently questioning the broken Queen about Anna, but not getting much out of her.

Meanwhile Hans returns to the castle to display Anna's frozen-statue in the courtyard and tend to his wounded hand. He rallies all of the kingdom around the idea that the only way to stop the winter is to kill their former Queen, and as their new King, he vows to accomplish this mission.

While he tends to his hand, though, he questions the little enchanted snowman standing sadly by Anna's statue. What did he mean about true love? Could Anna be brought back? Olaf claims he doesn't know—only that the trolls told him Anna's heart was frozen until an act of true love thawed it. Olaf absent-mindedly comments that Anna must not have loved Hans if their "marriage" didn't save her from freezing.

But Hans has put two and two together. He could lose his newly-acquired throne if anyone who loved Anna remains alive. In the coming day, pursuing Kristoff into his element—the woods—to try and finish off the broken-hearted Queen, Hans realizes that Anna might've been loved by this outdoorsman, even if Elsa is too broken to try any rescue. He expands his plan to hunt down Kristoff and Elsa, and keep them away from Anna's statue at all costs.

Meanwhile, Kristoff, at the advice of Grabdpabi, organizes the trolls to try and storm Arendelle, get Elsa into Anna's "Memorial Chamber" where her statue is being held, and ask her to apologize to her sister. Maybe that will break the curse and bring her back, and fix everything.

But Elsa is unsure of herself, everything is becoming a barren wasteland, her emotions are more out of control than ever, and Hans knows they're coming. They sort of have an easily-befuddled, not-very-situationally-aware Snowman on the inside, though. Maybe they can do it.

...I said this was a game, I didn't say it was fun

The basic idea is to see if you can remove the piece that immediately lifts the character out of their dark-moment and teaches them the lesson...and see if you can teach them the lesson later on, maybe in a darker sequel. or it's a dark AU, whatever

[spocks-husband]

✨Axel's Ultimate Batman Video Game Play Guide and Reviews

You guys seemed to enjoy the previous version of this I did with all the Batman Animated shows, and now that I'm done with all the Batman games I thought I'd post my thoughts on those too! I decided to do this one in just like. Regular text format. Bc I didn't feel like editing all these into images like I did for the last one. So uhhh lemme know which format you prefer lol.

Anyways, please enjoy my comprehensive thoughts and feelings on (almost) every modern Batman game, five months in the making because I have no life. Enjoy!

🦇

Batman: Arkham Asylum (2009)

My Personal Rating: 7/10

My Total Hours Played: 17.1 

Steam Rating: Overwhelmingly Positive (96%)

Description: The first game in the Batman Arkham Series. Based off the iconic Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth comic from 1989 (aka the only good thing Grant Morrison has ever produced in his entire feeble life). The inmates at Arkham Asylum have begun a violent riot, and as Batman goes through the hospital to stop them, he uncovers a sinister conspiracy involving his greatest enemies.

Play If You're Looking For: An intro to the Arkham Series, a very different interpretation of Arkham Asylum compared to other versions of Batman, and some really dark aesthetics. Also, this isn't explicitly canon, but according to this series’ timeline, this game takes place in the space between Jason's death and Tim’s arrival, so if you're interested in a very dark, brooding, traumatized Bruce, playing this game with that information changes it a lot. 

Things I Liked:

Genuinely really scary

Incredible atmosphere 

Both Kevin Conroy and Mark Hamil are featured in their iconic roles

Really well written

Birthed a bunch of really iconic Batman memes (go to the r/Arkham subreddit, it's so funny unfortunately) (OFFICER BALLS.)

This was actually my introduction to Oracle and I love her more than anything in these games

Things I Didn't Like:

The graphics aren't fantastic but to be fair it was 2009 so

THE FUCKING BANE BOSS FIGHT. GOD. FUCK YOU BANE. THAT SHIT TOOK ME SO LONG.

The Killer Croc boss fight wasn't super difficult but it was so scary that I cried the first time I played it so. Keep that in mind.

Batman: Arkham City (2011)

My Personal Rating: 9/10

My Total Hours Played: 27.5

Steam Rating: Overwhelmingly Positive (95%)

Description: The second game in the Batman Arkham Series. After the riot at Arkham Asylum, Sharpton ascends to the mayor's office and cuts off about 6.4 acres of Gotham as ‘Arkham City’; a walled off portion of the city where crime runs rampant and mostly untethered. 

Play If You're Looking For: Agonizing Brutalia angst, a fight with pretty much every Batman villain who's ever existed (except for Scarecrow but that's for AK), a tiny sprinkle of Brucie Wayne right at the beginning, and an INCREDIBLE story that is generally agreed to be the best in the series. 

Things I Liked:

TONS of collectibles

Taliaaaaa my angelllll <<3

The side missions are really great

If you get the DLC, there's a special game section focused around Harley where you play as Tim’s Robin and it's super fun

The story is just. My god. It's so good. It's SO good. 

The map is massive and there's so much to do, I was still playing weeks after I finished the story

Things I Didn't Like:

As much as I loved the collectibles there's like over 400 of them in the game and I couldn't get all of them and it still pisses me off 

You have to play as Selina a few times in order to progress and she's like super weak compared to Bruce (not in a misogynistic way on my part I mean like she genuinely dies after like two good hits) and her dialogue annoys tf out of me. Sorry I'm a hater. 

Batman: Arkham Origins (2013)

My Personal Rating: 9/10

My Total Hours Played: 27.2

Steam Rating: Very Positive (89%)

Description: The third game in the Batman Arkham Series– but this one is a prequel! I actually played this one after Arkham Knight but. Shhh. Anyways, this game is based loosely off the world presented in the Batman: Year One comics, and follows a younger Bruce in his early days as Batman, including the origins (lol) to many of his greatest enemies as they try to hunt him down, with their efforts spearheaded by a certain someone behind the scenes. Also it's Christmas!

Play If You're Looking For: Little baby angsty Bruce being a problem child, a game where you get to punch cops, and tiny tiny tiny baby Babs being adorable (she's like twelve and she's so cute).

Things I Liked:

I don't usually care about the soundtracks for video games but. FUCK the music is good. It's all based on Christmas/Nutcracker music and it's really really cool

This game genuinely helped me get over a lot of really deeply ingrained trauma surrounding Christmas /gen

Fun little Mad Hatter side mission!

Batman and Riddler argue like teenage boys (because they are)

Alfred and Bruce's relationship has some genuinely really beautiful characterization in this and their arch is really enjoyable 

Things I Didn't Like:

FUCKING. BANE. HE HAS LIKE THREE SEPARATE BOSS FIGHTS AND THEY'RE ALL SO HARD AND SCARY AND AND AND AHHHH 

The graphics are a little iffy but to be fair my view was skewed bc I played this right after finishing Arkham Knight

Batman: Arkham Knight (2015)

My Personal Rating: 8.5/10

My Total Hours Played: 47.9

Steam Rating: Very Positive (91%)

Description: The fourth and (kind of) final installment of the Batman Arkham Series (not counting Arkham Shadow because idgaf). Scarecrow is back, and threatening Gotham with a new fear toxin compound, resulting in a mass evacuation… but something else is going on here too, and Batman has a new enemy who may be his most dangerous yet. 

Play If You're Looking For: agony, pain, suffering, nightmares, tears, emotional exhaustion, etc. 

Things I Liked:

Really well written story (it's just really traumatizing)

Some of the most beautiful graphics in any video game like. Ever.

The DLC suits are SO COOL, you can play as Flashpoint Batman….

Really really great fighting mechanics that make combat actually really enjoyable even though that's not really what I'm here for

Amazing side missions; there's basically a side mission for every mechanic in the game, so whatever your favorite part is there's a little section where that's pretty much all you do

Things I Didn't Like:

This game took me WEEKS to get through because the story is so painful it was genuinely not fun half the time 

The ending isn't very satisfying (to me)

You know the concept of the “all is lost moment” in story telling? Yeah, this game’s “all is lost moment” is like 80% of the game. Everything is lost like. Most of the time. 

Oh we're just not gonna talk about Talia. After all that shit in Arkham City. Okay. Cool. 

Selina is so annoying in this game, there's this whole side mission that's basically just her and it's really irritating

FUCK YOU EDWARD NYGMA THAT DRIVING COURSE WAS BULLSHIT AND I COULDN'T GET THROUGH IT NO MATTER HOW HARD I FUCKING TRIED

I actually just kinda hate driving games generally and there's a LOT of driving in this game but you get used to it eventually and it becomes easier

Gotham Knights (2022)

My Personal Rating: 10/10

My Total Hours Played: 46.9

Steam Rating: Mixed (68%)

Description: Batman is dead, leaving Dick, Jason, Barbara, Tim, and Alfred to pick up the pieces and finish what he started. 

Play If You're Looking For: Batfam content, a perfect mix of “holy shit I haven't cried this hard in years” and “this is the funniest thing anyone has ever produced ever, goofy dialogue and one liners, and casual queer rep.

Things I Liked:

The map is HUGE and genuinely feels so unbelievably alive in a way that I don't think any other Batman game even comes close to in its depiction of Gotham– like I could write ESSAYS about how well this game captures the experience of living in a big city like Gotham (let me know if you want me to make a post about that actually lol)

Collectibles that are actually reasonable and fun

Super fun side missions

Absolutely gorgeous graphics 

The characters can emote and all the Batkids have their own dance moves :( and Jason dances like he's 70 years old it's really cute :(

Even after completing everything in the entire story it's STILL fun to go patrolling because it keeps generating new crimes– premeditated or otherwise– for you to fight and it's really fun

The Batkids have a pride flag in their house ☹️ and Dick has a bi flag mug ☹️

Things I Didn't Like:

Literally everyone hates this game for NO FUCKING REASON it's genuinely fantastic you guys are just losers

Talia is unfortunately characterized kinda shitty and it makes me sad bc her design is incredible but she does some OOC stuff :(

You can customize your suit but not as extensively as I would've liked 

This game gets kinda hard to play at points because it's really hard to see your screen through all the tears (cough cough the last boss fight cough cough)

Batman: The Telltale Series (2016)

My Personal Rating: 5.7/10

My Total Hours Played: 9.1

Steam Rating: Very Positive (86%)

Description: A 5 episode point-and-click adventure following Bruce Wayne as he faces some of his biggest challenges, both as Bruce and as Batman. 

Play If You're Looking For: Minimal combat and story-centered gameplay.

Things I Liked:

I love love love the character designs in this game, this is actually one of my favorite versions of Bruce possibly ever

You get a lot of opportunities to make Bruce and Selina kiss in this game and I said no every single time and it was very gratifying for me 

Alfred and Bruce have an incredibly sweet father-son relationship (if you play your cards right, anyway) and it makes me really emotional because Bruce literally loses EVERYTHING over the course of this game and Alfred is there at his side the whole time

The ending was really satisfying overall and actually made me enjoy the game a lot more

Things I Didn't Like:

Chapters 2-4 are INCREDIBLY stressful, especially for me because A) there's an involuntary psych ward commitment and B) there are a lot of themes around the Wayne's developing a bad reputation and being hated, which are massively triggering for me personally and because I don't have the spoons to play through the whole thing at once I had to sit in that stress for a while before it concluded in-game

Batman: The Enemy Within (2017)

My Personal Rating: 4/10

My Total Hours Played: 10.2

Steam Rating: Very Positive (91%)

Description: The sequel to “Batman: The Telltale Series”. John Doe is let out of Arkham and seeks to take you up on that favor you promised him.

Play If You're Looking For: BatJokes, Angst, and a lot of “Is Batman Good For Gotham?” Stuff.

Things I Liked:

The opening chapter with Mori was kinda fun

I think Amanda Waller was written pretty well overall

Things I Didn't Like:

Fucking any of it lowkey 😭

Same as the other Telltale game tbh

For me, it was emotionally exhausting and really upsetting, but that's just kinda because I HATEEEE the “impossible choice” trope in any almost any media, I just never enjoy it, and there's a LOT of it in here

The ending made me wanna kms because there's literally no good option here what the fuck

Like I get that's the whole point but. Okay what if I kms what then. 

[lokis-dark-queen]

Even in the Dark, I Feel your Resistance

Avenger Loki/Avenger Reader Fluff

Summary: You are terrified of the dark and all the scary things that could be lurking in it. After recalling a special memory with Loki, you go to him once again for comfort in the form of cuddles and deep conversations.

Warnings/Notes: Rated E for everyone! Loki tried to act cold and mean for a millisecond but he breaks pretty easy. This was an old request that I couldn’t see until now thanks to my inbox being practically nonexistent for me *rolls eyes*. But the problem is solved so we’re all good!

Request By: @lokihiddleston4

Word count: 2.3k

*header from Pinterest*

You stared silently at your bed as you prepared to turn the lights out, fearful of the inevitable darkness that would soon consume your room. You were ashamed of your fear, you were an adult! Not just any adult but an Avenger, you lived with them in their highly guarded tower that housed literal super soldiers and gods! Yet here you were, afraid of the dark of all things. 

You had fought villains and monsters, victoriously living another day to tell the tale. The dark wouldn’t hurt you, would it? Maybe it was what could possibly be lurking in the shadows that scared you. And after your most recent mission that involved hunting down mutilated alien monsters that were straight out of a nightmare, sleep seemed unreachable. 

You never told anyone about your fear, well, no one except Loki. The dark, brooding god who many feared somehow got that information out of you. 

–

It all happened one stormy night when the team arrived at the tower well after dark, soaking wet from the rain. The tower was dark, every corner hidden by a shadow. Tony claimed that the generators had failed and the elevators were down, therefore everyone would have to climb the dark stairs to return to their rooms. Damn Stark and his iffy technology, perhaps he should properly test it against harsh conditions instead of immediately making it the prime source of power for the tower which housed and employed hundreds if not thousands of people. 

Everyone found flashlights or used their phones to find their way back. You, however, forgot your phone in your room that was many stories above your head. Everyone departed quickly, the only person who you could ask for help was Loki as he used the glow of his sedir that he had manifested into a ball of light in his hand. He seemed to stay behind for longer than the others, to this day you don't know why. 

“L-Loki?” You recalled stuttering his name, trying your best to hide your fear. 

“Yes, agent?” He asked. 

“Can I walk with you? I forgot my phone and I couldn’t find a flashlight. I mean, we're on the same floor so it shouldn't be an issue I hope.” 

You couldn’t see him well until the room lit up with a flash of lightning, causing him to tense up, “Of course, agent. Don’t fall behind.” He turned around to continue his journey back to his room. 

You remembered your struggle to keep up with him amongst all those flights of stairs, his long legs carried him significantly faster than yours could. Eventually you tripped on a stair in your attempts to catch up, letting out a small yelp as you fell to your knees. The darkness wrapped around you as you stayed there, too scared to move. 

The darkness soon drifted away as an orb of light came towards you and a hand reached out to you. 

“Are you hurt?” Loki asks, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“N-no, I don’t- I don’t think so.” You didn’t mean to cry in front of him, you couldn’t stop. 

“Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” His deep voice went soft, a deft finger met your cheek as he wiped a tear from your face. 

Shame flooded you, how could you tell him such an embarrassing fear? 

“I just don’t like the dark.” You choked. 

“You are afraid of it?” He asks. 

You nod, confirming his words, “Terrified.” 

“Come here.” He reached his hand out, offering for you to take it. You gladly did so, needing the support of another. He helped you up and pulled you close to him. You recalled his scent, the wet pieces of inky hair that framed his face. He was normally so well kept, not a hair out of place. He looked so raw, so vulnerable. “Hold on to me, okay? I promise to walk slower.” 

“Thank you.” You croaked, your arm now locked with his. 

He walked you all the way back to your room that night. You recalled how his muscles would tense underneath his shirt at every rumble of thunder or strike of lightning. You didn’t think too much about it as you firmly held his arm, every thought of your fear melted away when you were with him. It was a feeling that no one else had ever made you feel. 

–

You pulled yourself out of your head, remembering where you were right now. The thought of Loki’s support gave you the strength to turn off the light before you ran and jumped into your bed, taking cover under the sheets. They gave you a fleeting moment of safety before you looked at the dark room surrounding you. Pale moonlight seeped through the small cracks where your curtains failed to meet, flooding small pieces of your room with the subtle light. Was it your head or did you see something move out of the corner of your eye? You had no pet or other living thing in the room, so obviously it was nothing… Right? 

Your eyes were wide as they stared at the shadows caused by the little slivers of moonlight, you recalled every piece of furniture in your room trying to comfort yourself, they were only shadows. You counted your dresser, your couch, your television, inanimate objects that were harmless. The shadows stared back at you, at least you thought they did. If you stayed here you knew you would not be sleeping. 

You didn’t think twice as you shot out of bed, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you ran out your door, using the flashlight on your phone to light your path. After that night, you never forgot it again. Your feet led you somewhere safe, to someone safe, someone who understood you. And you prayed that he was awake to hear your knock at the door. 

Sure enough, the door opened after you heard muffled footsteps on the other side. 

“It is late.” He states the obvious. 

“That’s the point. I can’t sleep, the shadows-” You began to explain before he moved aside, inviting you in. 

“I know darling, come in.” 

You carefully walk past his tall frame, turning your head to hide your blush. You had no idea he slept shirtless. 

“I apologize if I woke you, I can go back.” You take it back. 

“Well, we can’t let those pesky shadows get to you, can we?” He leans down slightly, brushing a tangled strand of hair behind your ear. 

You smile and shake your head, “No.” 

Loki walks back to his side of the bed as you stay frozen in place, your stomach feeling as if it were a butterfly cage. Only a lamp lit the room as he pulled the green comforter back, patting the empty spot next to him, motioning for you to join him. 

You walk over to join him, still wrapped in your own blanket from your room. Loki gave you a soft smile as the bed dipped next to him from your body meeting his mattress. He reaches out for your blanket that covers your body. 

“May I?” He asks for permission to unwrap it from your body. 

“But I need it!” You protest, holding it tighter. 

“No you won’t, not with me here. I’ve got you, nothing ever will harm you.” He promises. 

You take his word and loosen the blanket as his hand takes over to remove it and place it aside on the bed. You wore a loose tee with short cotton shorts to bed, his eyes lingered before looking back into yours, your heart skipping a beat as they met. Surely he noticed the pink tint on your cheeks, you noticed he had it too. 

“Get comfortable, my dear.” He says before turning around to turn off the lamp at his bedside. 

“Loki?” You cautiously warn him. 

“It’s okay, just close your eyes.” He softly demands. 

You do as he says, jumping slightly at the slight ‘click’ of the lamp turning off. You couldn’t stop yourself as your eyes came open once again to meet the darkness around you. There was something in the darkness this time, however, It didn’t scare you. Loki moved next to you, wrapping his arms around your form next to him. You buried your face into his chest, his familiar scent filled your lungs like a drug. 

“What did I tell you? You didn’t keep your eyes closed.” He laughs smoothly. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” You apologize into his skin. 

“Don’t worry darling, nothing will come to harm you.” He assures you, playing with your hair against his pillow. 

“I know that but I’m still scared when the lights go off and I don’t know why. It is so childish.” You shame yourself. 

Loki pulls you up to him, your faces so close. You can feel his warm breath in tandem with his gentle touch that slowly calmed you to a state of fearless comfort. 

“It is a fear, my love. We all have them, not just children. Some of us may grow out of them, some of us may not. It’s just an inevitable part of living.” His deep voice seeps into every pore of your skin. 

“What are you afraid of, Loki? If you don't want to tell me it’s fine.” You tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured. He is doing more for you than you ever thought he would. 

“Thunder.” He describes his fear in one word. 

You stay silent for a second, not expecting such a quick response from the god. “But your brother-” You begin before he cuts you off. 

“I know. I had to grow up with rumbles of thunder shaking the palace walls as my brother discovered his power. Sleep constantly escaped my grasp at night. I was too ashamed to tell him to stop, instead I told my mother who scolded him properly.” He gives a little laugh as he recalls the memory, “I’ve gotten over it, mostly. It still gets to me sometimes.” 

You remembered the night that he walked you back to your room, when he would jump slightly whenever a clap of thunder shook the walls. “You hide it so well, I would have never known.” 

“It helps when I have you by my side. I suppose that night we were helping each other face our fears.” He grins in the dark, inching his face closer to yours, so close that your noses were now lightly brushing against each other. 

A comfortable moment of silence was shared between you two. He brought his hand up from underneath the covers and placed it over yours that was tucked by your chest. He wanted to make a move, you could tell. But he was so scared, so cautious, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Little did he know that in this moment, it was the most comfort you had ever felt in your life. You inched even closer, your lips ghosting against each other. 

Loki could only ignore his feelings for you for so long before they would come to a head. He felt so strong that night that he helped you, despite the storm. Having someone rely on him and trust him, it was a feeling that he had never felt before. 

“Do you want to know why I stayed behind that night, even after everyone else departed?” He reminds you of that night once again. 

“Why?” You ask in a hushed tone. 

“Because I wanted to help you. And I wanted you to stay with me so that I wouldn’t be alone.” He confesses. 

“Why me specifically?” You question him with flushed curiosity. 

“I wasn’t sure at the time. You just had this presence that comforted me, I didn’t understand it.” Your fear of the dark is nearly forgotten as you listen to him speak. 

“Do you understand it now, the feeling?” Your fingers intertwined with his hand that was resting on yours. 

“If I'm not mistaken, I think we both do. You are… different. In a good way, of course. I’ve never been this comfortable, this honest with any other person, not even my own family. I’m drawn to you, my love, if I may have the pleasure of calling you that?” He lifts your hand up from beneath the sheets to give it a soft kiss. Even in the dark, you can see the sincerity in his beautiful eyes. 

Your smile is hidden by the darkness surrounding you two. Instead of instilling you in fear, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The dark made the perfect background for such a deep and intimate conversation as his warmth surrounded you, protecting you from the outside world. You didn’t answer, no words could describe what you were feeling right now. You didn’t need them anyway. Instead you confirmed your feelings with a light kiss to his lips beneath the cover of night. It was short and sweet, he barely had time to process what just happened as he silently gasped. 

“Does that answer your question?” You grasp his hand tighter. 

Loki groans in content, moving his body to settle even deeper into the mattress. Your legs tangled with his and your face found a home in the crook of his neck, his black strands of hair tickled your forehead before he leaned down to kiss it. 

“It does.” 

It was there, in the arms of your god, you drifted into a peaceful sleep. A deep sleep with no frights or nightmares. The darkness, the one thing that you feared the most, surrounded your bodies and enveloped your space. Your old fear turning into your closest friend, making it seem that the whole world melted away and the two of you remained. He was the only thing that mattered, and to him, you were his whole world. A world with no fear or darkness, only love and peaceful nights, forever.

[blowfliesorangeeyes]

i fear i may be the first person in the world to Ever compare lighthearted fantasy romp Good Guys and grimy dark urban fantasy the Dresden Files, but there is something here to be poked at Perchance.

They both have a core theme of community, of Dresden learning how to stop being a brooding sad lonely little wizard freak and actually form a community. learns how to rely on and trust the people around him as well as allowing himself comfort with them. And of Montana building his little miracle dukedom with nothing but a grouchy solider and a bunch of refugees. its Montana learning how to be a leader; to be independent, and Dresden learning how to be in a support system; to be reliant. certainly not the same goals as people, execpt another key detail is that both of these stories contain fantasy.

Good Guys being a full fantasy and the Dresden Files being urban fantasy, the way they treat people from this side of things is where they differ.

quick preface with the note that i understand these are in a large part genre differences, i am more so talking through the lense of the stories themselves; yes the Dresden Files being more gridmark means it will be more depressing and conflicted about everything, but yes i will be talking about how that differs from attitudes in the Good Guys.

In the Dresden Files it is Dresden keeping his humanity; a good comendable thing. but to do it he contrasts himself against the Monsters. Dresden is a good human not because he is a good person but because he is not a Monster. Because he does not differ from the status quo but rather upholds it. he does not have green scales, or gnashing teeth, or red eyes, his appearence is that of the most average Tall Guy you could possibly imagine. He is good because he is not one of them, one of the bad folk. the bad folk of course meaning anything not abiding by his standards of normalcy. obviously there are exceptions every now and then and he gets better about it as the books progress, but for a wizard he sure does hate anyone not enough like him. The Dresden Files is about exclusionary community; everyone allowed in so long as. the fae and the vamps and the other folk going bump in the night are, whatever the fantasy equivelent of humanized is, yet they still get lumped in as the bad evil monsters as a whole. you're allowed to like them when theyre normal like me, but when theyre weird thats when you can kill them. Again, he gets better about acceptence later in the series but there is still such a brick wall of limitation on who is allowed to be seen as good. so what i'm trying to say is 'Gentleman' Johnny Marcone did nothing wro-

On the other hand, the Good Guys is almost detrimentally inclusive. Montana, despite his big scary apperence and fuck off kill count, genuinely tries to understand and be kind to everyone; bandits and monsters and races deemed somehow lesser or below others are immediately loved overwhelmingly. he takes the time to understand the Monsters not so he can better kill them, but so he can show them customs and courtisies he feels they should be given. time and time again he finds himself faced with something the world has deemed to be dangerous and uneeded and he tries a shot at kindness. he has been betrayed, bitten, had a few limbs torn off, melted into nothing but black bones, inside a wyrm, there was that time he was like half bathed in the blood of children? point is, the world is cruel and mean and ugly, but he will not let that happen to him too. he's seen as naieve and innocent by his right hand Nikolai, and this is, not necissarily disproven, but, countered by the idea that it is not ignorance which makes Montana so accepting; but just straight up openmindedness and an urge to learn. he sees a beast with big gnashing teeth and asks if they hurt it's gums before he is eaten.

Dresden, when given strength, uses it to lash out in defense against the Monsters. every step towards them is unwilling and terrible.; Montana, when given strength, uses it to build a better home for the Monsters so they no longer feel the need to encroach on his home. something about their attitudes; the way in both worlds there are entire communities and societies outside of humans: terrifying, dangerous, beautiful, and the way they decide to either uphold or break common ideas.

i swear there was a point in here somewhere. sorry folks I got derailed posts cancelled

[ruru195]

Mickey is the definition of an open book everyone knows him, and he’s never felt ashamed of anything he’s done… except for one thing. When he was a teenager, he went through a massive cringe emo phase, and it was so intense that Julius and Oswald actively avoided him out of secondhand embarrassment. This phase lasted all through his adolescence, complete with the dark clothes, brooding attitude, and dramatic poetry.

But then, he met Minnie. The moment he heard her say that she didn’t like emos because they looked too scary, Mickey’s entire persona flipped overnight. In the blink of an eye, he went from full-on emo to the pure, happy, fairytale-like person everyone knows today. His brothers were left completely speechless, unable to process how he changed so fast.

To this day, Mickey gets uncomfortable and frustrated when someone digs up old pictures from that phase not because he’s ashamed, but because of the way people look at him afterward. Nobody can believe that the ultimate symbol of sunshine, happiness and innocence was once an overly dramatic, eyeliner-wearing, brooding emo kid.

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

The Boogeyman

Grief is the driving force of Rob Savage’s THE BOOGEYMAN (2023, Hulu), a surprisingly powerful horror film built around one family’s attempts to deal with the death of the children’s mother. It’s also a decided exception to the auteur theory. The script — adapted from a Stephen King story by Scott Beck, Bryan Woods and Mark Heyman — manages to evoke horror while never losing sight of its emotional basis, the family dynamic at its heart. It also creates intriguing uses of light — a glowing ball, a video game and even Christmas tree lights — that keep the shadow monster at bay. Savage previously directed two of the worst horror films of recent years, HOST (2020) and DASHCAM (2021), from scripts he co-authored with other writers. Working from a decent script, he contributes greatly to the film’s effectiveness with careful framing that keeps the monster in the shadows until almost the end, strong rhythms and a powerful ensemble.

Sadie (Sophie Thatcher) and her young sister, Sawyer (Vivien Lyra Harper), are struggling to deal with their mother’s recent death in a car crash. Thatcher can’t communicate with the other students at school, while Harper is consumed by fear of the dark. It doesn’t help that their therapist father (Chris Messina), won’t talk to them about his feelings or even attend family therapy sessions (with the wonderful LisaGay Hamilton). A man (David Dastmalchian) appears in his office asking for help after the deaths of his three children, which he now believes were caused by some barely glimpsed creature that feeds off grief and fear and, in his words, “comes for your kids when you’re not paying attention.” When he seemingly kills himself in the house, the creature moves in.

Before the horror starts, the script sets up the family relationships as Messina drives his children to school. They joke familiarly, as if they were really related, yet their grief is a shadow in the background, waiting to burst forth from an innocent remark or some commonplace detail. That grounding helps make the fantastic action that follows easier to believe and more emotionally resonant. It’s not just a bunch of jump scares. Patrick Jonsson’s score overdoes the brooding a bit too much. He could give us a break from the horror of it all when horrible things aren’t happening. And there are a few, relatively few, moments when the characters have to act stupidly to advance the plot. Knowing the creature is repelled by light and can imitate voices, why would Thatcher enter a dark house because of a call she received from Dastmalchian’s widow (Marin Ireland). But the acting is so grounded, and the details of a family dealing with grief so well-drawn, you don’t have to feel stupid for giving in to a very scary, ultimately moving ride.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Hitman (No, not the game franchise.)

You know that trope where big quiet scary Hitman man who is known for being so skilled and heartless that you need him to at least tolerate you first before placing a hit. Or else he would just straight up kill you when he thinks you're mildly impolite.

Yeah that AND you, the reader, as the only soft spot for BQSHMM (Big Quiet Scary Hitman Man).

No don't give me flak about how this is just a bootleg of [Insert similar character here] because you are wrong, this is inspired by every Stoic and Brooding Contract Killer Character Ever and Batman even though I have never watched any movies or read any comics about him.

All I know that he :

Rich

An orphan

Can punch

Quiet

Does parkour

Hot buff nerd with all 20/20 vision

Acted by Christian Bale at least once

Have a family of other bat millennials and bat gen z's

Hates clowns

Wear smudged eyeliner

fast car

Cool belt

I get my sources from tumblr, occasional memes and snippets of batman conversation I happen to be in. I don't know if they are canon or not.

And also actually heavily inspired by the Korean movie Door Lock (2018) , except in this fic you're the ONLY victim <3

And this fic is just something to make your pussy or bussy or nonbinarussy throb, nothing too serious. Goes without saying, don't do this shit irl.

Enjoy.

Tw: AFAB reader, yandereness, violence, sex things, non con, somno oral, basically smut

(pt 1 out of 2)

You don't know squat about the underworld. Naive, innocent little you, still thinking that the black market is like a farmer's market except the vendors are selling not-so-legal-or-Farmer-y stuff such as... Oh, I don't know, like... Unpasteurized Milk?

You never once dabbled anything remotely legally dark, not even jaywalking. You are a law abiding citizen, following all the rules to a "T".

Oh, the Irony. You caught the eye of a person who kills people for a living. And that is highly illegal. Probably more illegal than Jaywalking.

He is lean and muscular with a large frame. Yet, so stealthy like a fucking cat that can squeeze through a dime sized hole with no noise and no complaint. Face, hands and basically vulnerable parts of his body like the neck are scarred from previous missions.

Stare into his eyes and you will see a void. All humanity has been scraped clean, who gives a shit if granny falls to her death in front of him? He doesn't see her as human or animal, simply something invaluable. At most, he's going to be slightly irritated that her blood got onto his coat and he is running out of peroxide.

No one catcalls you anymore. They're all dead or silenced in his own, crazy, silly way. Like getting their tongues cut off, or getting lobotomized (and miraculously surviving) to get the point across to everyone in the overworld and the underworld.

He is like what Santa is to kids in the 60's, he watches you 24/7. Knows if you've been good or bad. He could be watching you from a roof, using his rifle scope . And using his sniper rifle if he sees a threat.

Fresh syndicate criminals sees you as meat, a leverage to control the world's more notorious assassin. Seasoned ones know to stay the fuck away from you. Veterans know to not even think about or look at you. Your Hitman stalker is like a bloodhound for things that threatens your safety, as soon as anyone looks at you wrongly, it's bedtime forever.

It doesn't even take a look. He just knows if you're thinking about it. Actually, he takes no chances, everyone he doesn't trust is dead. That includes just about everyone he meets. Really puts the fear in the hearts of huge crime rings when he managed to leave the decapitated heads of their best men on the doorstep of their supposedly 'unknown' and 'unidentified' and 'anonymous' leaders.

From there, no matter how many of their members he kills off or WHO he kills off...gangs, mafias, crime syndicates and corporations knew not to go after him OR you. It's just not worth it, they're better off just cutting their losses and advising their members to steer clear at all costs.

This one man band is so scary that he gains protection somehow. Why?

Well, imagine this:

A rookie hitman decided to execute the most foolish task and try killing him.

So the rookie gets captured as expected and gets tortured.

Rookie says Mafia X sent him.

The entirety of Mafia X is going to disappear in a week unless someone can give Big Scary Gary Stu Hitman OC an explanation, saying Mafia Y framed them.

Then Mafia Y will be in deep shit. Provided Mafia X managed to convince them or else BOTH X and Y will get fucking nuked to bits.

But hey, business is good on his side. He's everyone's default hitman to go to (if you have the money), because it's almost always a 300% success rate.

Why 300%? It's because he's going to kill the intended target (and their entire family), the one who paid him and a person who is at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hmm. Maybe the guaranteed death of the customer isn't good for business. As long as you follow the rule of thumb:

Don't be a dick.

Then you should have a pretty good success rate. Maybe.

You really can't tell.

Make a comment about his only joy in this world, which is you, the reader, and you're (not the reader) is getting instant death. It's like saying Voldemort's name.

He is the monster under your bed. Literally, he lives under your bed, sliding out at night to sniff your hair. That seems to keep him content.

For now.

Maybe you've noticed that your fridge is a little emptier than you remembered. Sometimes you don't remember buying a jar of pickles and opening them. There seem to be always something to eat these days, you're not one to shop responsibly. Then why are there actual healthy foods like fresh produce and meats instead of frozen, TV dinners?

Maybe the spirit of New Year's Resolution came and possessed you during the weekends. Maybe. Definitely not because you have an unknown roommate around.

You're not complaining, you get to eat delicious and healthy "fresh leftovers" in the fridge even though you have no memory twisting the gas knob of your stove.

You swore you just replenished your body wash, why did it decrease so much?

At times, you're sure that your toothpaste is about to run out, only to see a slightly used, plump tube on the sink shelf. Did you replace them while you're drunk? Why did you not have any recollection of it? Why is your toothbrush already wet?

The toilet paper holder never seem to run out of toilet paper too. Usually, once a month, you would have to awkwardly waddle out of the bathroom, pants around your ankle just to get a fresh roll. You stopped doing that now.

Yeah, these stuff leaves you weary and pretty much on edge. But you're already dead inside from working 12 hour shifts at minimum wage in customer service. Having a little spice in your life would give you that kick to keep you going once in a while.

Plus, free food and toiletries. The stuff you get back is way more than you can ever afford. Which you're grateful for and would even turn a blind eye to the fact that it's very clear someone is living with you without your consent or knowledge. And your place is much more cleaner and neater. A win for you.

Or you're just that fucking oblivious and airheaded that you don't think anything is out of place, I don't personally know everyone who reads this.

For the sake of plot, you will be the latter. It's easier to write for.

So you think all is sunshine and rainbows, you're fed, your chores are done and the trash took out itself. Yay!

You sleep better, like, much better. Too better. Too quickly as well, you missed the dip in your mattress.

You shouldn't have drank that mysterious cup of your favorite drink that mysteriously appeared in your fridge and has some white residue at the bottom!

You don't even wake up when he drapes his arm over you, cuddling you until the sun shows itself over the horizon. Sometimes the hugging can make your eyes open a bit, but you shut them back cause you thought it's just your sleep paralysis demon feeling a little loving towards you.

Having fingers gently running through your hair while you're off to dreamland is... Nice. Having a pair of lips tenderly kissing your face is... Nice.

Having that same pair of lips trailing kisses from your jaw down to your chest is... Questionable. But somewhat nice.

Having that same pair of lips trailing kisses down from your chest to your already exposed, vulnerable pussy is... Well. Up to your intepretation.

Hey, it's not like you're awake to stop him from spreading your legs, pumping your hole with his fingers and lapping you up, right? Who is going to stop him? Not you, definitely. You're just egging him on by cumming on his tongue as he tongue-fucks you like he's dehydrated and you're his only source of water.

No worries, your bedsheet won't be drenched when you wake up. He is sure to catch every single drop of your sweet, sweet, love nectar. What a thirsty menace, he is. Pleasuring you with his mouth in your sleep for hours and hours on end.

Actually, one hour and a half on average. He has other things to do, unfortunately. Like, putting a bullet in one of his target's cerebrum? He has a job too, you know.

The room would be silent save for his slurping, smooching, smacking and the stirring of Mac n' cheese. Gulping too, he swallows everything you give.

Once he has his fill, he would press one last kiss on your sex and a few more against your inner thighs as thanks before wiping his chin and lips with his thumb. He isn't going to let any of it go to waste, he's licking the left overs from his drenched digits. Eating you out seems to satisfy him.

For now.

He smiles as he slowly puts your underwear and sweatpants back on.

Hygiene is important. That is why, after every meal, he would brush his teeth.

With your toothbrush of course.

He would stare at himself in the mirror as he scrub his molars clean, already missing the taste of you. He tries not to put too much focus onto his own reflection as he dislikes staring into the deep, dark, depressing abyss. He is indifferent about himself, so apathetic that it's... Hollow. Empty.

He gives no shits about the world. They could burn for all he cares. Only you made him feel something, made him feel pure bliss, only you mattered to him, only you can make a tent in his pants. Only you, only you.

God, you were his only will to live. If you go, he goes. Period. You are irreplaceable, special and extremely important, his life, his happiness depends on yours.

You are perfection, no one can compete. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong and deserves to be waterboarded before getting impaled on a stick like shish kebab. You are his escape to his bleak reality, a drug, an addiction. A severe, addiction. He is too far deep, you can't pry him away from you, crowbar or by otherwise.

He lives for you. No, I don't think you understand the intensity of his love for you. He LIVES for you, if it wasn't for your existence, he would have taken his own life long ago.

I'll say it again, only YOU can get his dick up by looking in his general direction. Only YOU can get away with so many fucking things others had died for doing.

If the world is going to have this... Mega wipeout and he is given a chance to save 1000 people, he would only save you. No one else-- and also himself. The 998 empty slots would be wasted.

Only YOU... Could make him smile.

He gargled and spat into the sink, washing your toothbrush before replacing them in their original spot.

He sniffed your face towel deeply before using it to pat his face.

Your self proclaimed boyfriend went on to take a nice, hot shower. Steam fogs up the mirror and shower screen, he scrubs himself clean with your body shampoo. Stripping any smell, grime and blood off him.

He makes sure to remove the hair clogging the drain.

Again, he took a deep whiff of your shower towel before using it as intended.

He dries his hair with the towel as he gets out of the bathroom, wearing a fresh set of his pyjamas. His eyes softened as he sees your sleeping form on your bed, he mumbled a:

"I'll join you in bed in a minute, honey."

Under his breath. It's not like you're conscious to know what the fuck is going on.

He pecks your forehead and brushes the hair away from your face.

"I love you." He whispers. He receives zero (0) responses.

It's always like that. You go to sleep, he gives you the best head in your life, but you're to asleep to realize, he then brushes his teeth, he showers, he fix himself something to eat, he brushes his teeth again because... Smells. And finally, he goes to bed with you.

He likes pickles. It's salty, sour, briny and helps replenish his electrolytes. Anchovies too, its... Fishy, salty, oily. Lemon sorbets are also nice, it's sweet, sour and refreshing. Natto is great for his brain, he also likes the slimy texture of it and he doesn't mind the bitterness.

Okay, he just likes the taste of pussy. Specifically, your pussy. It should taste kinda salty, kinda sour, kinda sweet and kinda bitter.

Whatever.

But usually, he would just fix up a ham and egg wrap for himself. It's quick to prepare, not too smell offensive, not too noise offensive.

He would munch on it as he goes back to your bedroom. There is a TV in front of your bed, so he would turn it on and put the volume on zero. Your self proclaimed boyfriend would pull you to his chest, making you use him as a pillow as he enjoys his simple dinner and watch whatever is on TV.

One hand holding his meal, the other rhythmically patting your rear.

Sometimes, he pats a little too hard, the screen is a little too bright, the wrap is a little too tasty, you would wake up. But not fully.

You would slur and stir. Eyelids heavy, it's a struggle to even pry them apart.

He would remedy this by bringing his wrap to your lips, which you would, without fail, get a nibble. That's enough to send you back to sleep, subconsciously chewing and swallowing that micro bite.

You always thought your sleep paralysis demon has the sexiest chuckle and the softest kisses.

The next day rolls by and you're alone on your bed. The thing between your legs feels funny and you have a faint taste of ham and eggs in your mouth.

You yawn and swung your legs over the edge. Letting your feet touch the ground, giving him full view of your ankles from under the bed.

It's your off day today and he knows you would usually spend these doing nothing. Just lazily laying around, rot your brain with social media, cry about your mediocrity, then go back on social media, binge eat, cry about your mediocrity again, social media, binge eat and finally sleep until the next day.

These are the days where he so badly wishes to fuck your brains out, to fuck the tears away. To give you orgasm after orgasm to forget whatever is making you sad, to make you prefer him thrusting into you instead of seeing suspiciously successful lives on the internet, to overstimulate you so you think about nothing but pleasure.

Let the room reek of sex, let the moans and wet slapping bounce off the thin walls, let the taste of you coat every square inch of his mouth. Let his hands roam all over your body and let him worship you as this deity having a gorilla grip on his life.

These are the days where... It's best for him to leave your apartment to carry out a hit. As he might simply just lose control and take you as soon as he hears your sniffling. Stuff you full of cock and tongue, kissing your sorrows away.

The aftercare stuff excites him too, he would want to see you relax in his hold, letting him work his masseur magic. Allowing him to feed you proper, warm meals after a pleasant, sensual shower.

He may be obsessive and unhinged. But not delusional. At least, not THAT delusional to think you'll see and accept him as your boyfriend if he jumps out of his hiding place now. You're going to have a panic attack and possibly throw up and die.

So he has no choice but to suppress it. He will have to strike when an opening comes. Maybe, enact a cliche romantic meeting and work up from there? Perhaps, that sounds like a good idea.

He is satisfied with what the bottle of sleeping pills hidden in his pocket can do.

For now.

[poisonmushdude]

You paint their nails

Pairing: Dabi (Toya Todoroki), and Mina Ashio (separate) x GN!Reader Warnings: None at all  A/N: First time writing Mina! It was really fun but idk how good I got her and I definitely made her section a little long, so sorry for that :> (This was supposed to be three people, but I couldn’t find my rough draft for mic and I don’t have enough energy to search for it I’ll be honest.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Todoroki Touya / Dabi

(Yes I know the picture isn’t formatted but I don’t have the energy to make some fancy image) - In general?

- He just doesn’t want them painted. - At all. - He’s a big scary man, and a big scary man scared of weakness and intimacy. Two facts that make a combo meal of rejection and disappointment. - Dabi’s definitely had his nails painted before. - Back when he was the punching bag (literally and figuratively) eldest child. While his parents were a completely different topic, he would’ve done anything for his siblings. - That includes makeovers from his younger sister. - Nowadays however?  - Without a sister to sit him down and slather it on like a young kid without very good hand eye coordination, Dabi didn’t see a point. - Plus, Dabi’s the big brooding stoic villain man, usually. - All of that flies out the window with you. - As previously stated, Dabis just a big ol’ softy of a older brother behind his mile thick steal walls he has built around his heart. - But if you do your Y/Ning right, and stick a thorn of love in that wall It’ll infect it like a slow acting poison. - Then it will be a waiting game. - Switching between asking him to paint his nails and waiting until his “Your not painting my nails” cooldown ends. - Until, his walls crack, and he lets you paint all over his immaculate hands. -Yea, I have no shame, I would wear his hands like necklaces 100%. - During the duration of your painting, he won’t look happy during it. Dabi has mastered the art of bitch face to the point it’s near impossible to crack or read. - Only time it changes normally is when he gives you his famous shit eating grin. Internally however, he’s just a spooky school boy whos crush is touching his hands. - You, touching him? He’s onboard. - You touching him gently? - Call him the black plague because he’d kill upwards of 20 million europeans to live in that moment forever. - It’s kinda cute, and on character too. - All jokes aside though, he really does love the gentle touches you give him doing something as mundane as painting his nails.  - It’s a type of intimacy that is near unknown to him and secretly loves any touch you give him. - With scaring and staples covering a lot of his body and his very quick trigger finger (lighter finger? Fire hands.) he has been regarded as a monster most of his teen and adult life. - Getting to the point that honestly he thinks himself an unloveable monstrosity incapable of doing anything but destroy and hurt. - While Dabi sure as rain has progress to be made and barriers to be broken down he’s learning to love not only himself but you. With all the love you give him he might even be able to believe he can be something more then a villainous monster.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ashido Mina / Pinky

- Mina’s the one to get you to paint her nails, but at the worst times.

- Picture this

- It’s some obscene time of night, the dorms are quiet because everyone is - knocked out in their dorms.

- Except for whoever is knocking at your door with such fury your surprised that Aizawa hasn’t come and scolded them already.

- Because you don’t really feel like having to talk to said dark haired grump of a teacher and the person didn’t seem any closer to stopping, you got up.

- Half-awake, slightly aware of your surroundings, and bumping into at least one thing you got to the door and opened to...

- Mina. - Not just Mina though, Mina with a bag with every color and bottle of nail polish known to man clinking around with any movement of the arm holding it.

- Before you were fully aware of what, why, and how - Mina brushed past you and sat on your bed and started to unpack her little to-go salon. “So. Ok, I know it’s really late but I noticed that your nails and my nails weren’t painted during class soooooo-” - She shook her little acetone bottle. “I thought we should have a little gossip&nail session. I got some tea for you as always” - Meanwhile your just at the door trying to fully understand her and adjust to being vertical so suddenly. - When you started to shuffle towards your bed she had already set up her own little mini salon on your bed. - So as much as it seemed like she was asking to gossip and do each other's nails - It wasn’t really a question, more like a plan- - Mina has all the good deets on everyone though so you can excuse this - With a flood of sentience, you closed the door and went to sit next to her while scrubbing at your crusty eyes. “Mina what time is it-” “Oh, I don’t really know, like 3:30 give or take?” “Mina, it’s a school night..” “Yea I know” - No one knows how she does it but they know better than to ask- -Give her your hands and she will go on autopilot - Doing everything and anything to your nails - All the while talking about some hot n spicy story about a two girls break up she “overheard”. “And then she said “You cheated on me too”! Like she didn’t first??” - At the end your hands will look like gold (literally, she used gold leaf). - She’ll make you wonder why she hadn’t dropped hearo work for this honestly. - After everything is good to go with your nails, it’s your turn to take up the mantle of nail doer. - Mina keeps good care of her hands despite wanting to go into hero work, so not much besides the polish really needs to be done manicure-wise. - She probably asks for pink, black, or purple, despite being naturally two of those colors. - Mina does talk with her hands alot, so breaks will be needed to get her flappies out, but despite putting your job on expert mode you both come out looking awesome. - Too bad the sun is coming up though- - Yea you both basically flat line in class the entire time from exhaustion.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading :> Have a lovely time existing.

[fumblingmusings]

Overly long musings about a potential characterisation of Fem!England that doesn't match what would be canon nor should it necessarily be canon but I think would be neat here we go...

Don't get me wrong I do enjoy Fem!England's design - particularly as she's just as scrawny and thin as Arthur but I kind of want an aesthetic that's less skinny child and more emaciated and hollowed out adult.

The kind of woman who smoked excessively and had an opioid addiction throughout the 19th century not entirely of her own making (laudanum and how it could just keep spiralling from there) that she still struggles to shake through to the 21st.

The kind of woman whose hair is a dark wild curly crows nest which never reached Gibson Girl level of dishevelled glam no no it's just a pre-raphaelite mess. That's what I view her as - if Arthur's a punk delinquent then she's that tragic Victorian waif seen in so many operas and plays.

She is certainly someone who would fit right in with 80s punk or 90s grunge no problem (she certainly buys into the lifestyle), but she's someone who used to stand at the end of the hallway in a white gown holding one candle and make Alfred squeak as he snuck upstairs after drinking a midnight milk snack because she truly is as ephemeral and as solid as a ghost (he didn't mean to have her thrown in the river in the 1690s - honest - he knows she's not a witch but when she looms like that...)

And even when she 'cleans up' she's just swallowed up by the sashes and dresses and jewellery. She doesn't hate wearing them but they sure do not enjoy being worn by her.

She stops wearing red after 1918. Green is safe and alive. White are her cliffs that protect her and the pearls that Caesar invaded her for. Red is... everything that is wrong with the world. Everything that she did wrong.

She's still got a stick up her arse, just like Arthur, she's still a menace for the rules until it serves her to break them, just like Arthur. That feeling of helplessness, passivity and apathy that churns and gives way to smug superiority as a front to hold herself together, just like Arthur, is forever present.

Unlike Arthur her anger is more internally directed and set to a permanent broil rather than lashing out at the smallest infraction at the closest recipient. It's a system which rots her from the inside out, but she's nothing but a martyr (still so much like Arthur) and thus she will endure.

Her disappointment and melancholia is more feared than her anger by her kids. She doesn't get angry at them. No no. That's not what mother's do. The kids - only in glimpses - catch their mother's erratic mood swings, unable to predict the pattern of when she'll take them strawberry picking and make jam for them or leave with them with a nanny and lock herself in the attic nursery for five weeks and spend it peeling off the yellow wallpaper - It's not that they doubt she cares for them, loves them even, it's just the fact that their mere presence sometimes makes her question things that it would be much easier to ignore.

So like. Her relationship with the colonies are arguably more fucked up than Arthur's ever could be. A genuine desire for motherhood that got conflated and wrecked by Empire so every moment like these:

Feels like propaganda to her (because isn't it???) and it's to the point where she can't tell what's genuine anymore. In reality she would want nothing more than be that sort of soft mum but she's not. She can't be. Because it's selective on who she can show it too. Because it's encouraged by the wrong people. So she thinks, and broods, and the anger continues to bubble.

Sometimes she can live in the construct, tell herself she's playing pretend, only for it then to feel very real, too real, and she panics and refuses to play house and lie.

Except she's not sure if she was lying. Like was she just feeding into this motherland mother country white woman's burden bullshit or should she admit the equally scary option that what she feels for the kids is genuine? Only she can't express it without buying into said oppressive system and...

She's conflicted for about three hundred years.

...Hmm. I just think a female England would be quite an interesting vehicle to explore that intersectionality of gender and empire - making it worse in that it is a role she genuinely wants - being a mother - and even so she cannot express it in her own way because it seems to only be used by those who make it harmful. So it eats her from the inside out until you reach... idk. Say 1945? 1956? When her government admits the idea that she's the world's caretaker is a lie. When her eldest best beloved boy has come of age and her regency has ended.

She was shit at it anyway. So she tells herself. And now she'll never be a mother again; she'll never be given the chance or the right as she does not deserve it. The older children don't need or want her anymore (if they ever did to begin with and they did, when those times did feel real and her songs and embraces were sweet memories). But the desire still leaks out. Moments still occur. And despite everything she is still lady mother to a few, even if it's not a term spoken out loud. Sentimentality remains, and she can be incredibly sentimental when in one of her moods.

She's better now, essentially. Still half rotted. Still hollow. Still unsure of what her genuine self is and where that belongs. But at least she's not frightened of that love for her kids. At least her impulsively kissing Mattie on the temple doesn't send her into fits of madness anymore.

Small victories.