#every time I attempt to give him some kind of actual hyena mannerism he does shut it down and does his own thing

[spottedmischief]

Cheezi’s "greeting ceremony” is just him pouncing you over with absolute full force.

[roguish-gallery]

Rogues + Internet/Social Media HCs!

Hello!!! this was requested by @geniusbee I struggled a bit with the initial prompt, so I kinda broadened the question, I hope you don’t mind! Once I got the ball rolling with this one, it was super fun to work on! Thank you again for your request!

If anyone wants to, feel free to send me send me more requests! I’d love to do more of these!

Everything is under the Read More bc this got LONG AS FUCK. (Slight TW for sexual references!)

Bane:

Doesn’t use social media. point blank

He’ll surf the web mostly for research or for communication purposes, but that’s mostly it... That being said sometimes he DOES look up stuff for fun because he’s a naturally curious guy who had limited access to education for the first 20-ish years of his life. It sends him down a rabbit hole of researching weird shit and sometimes you’ll catch him up at 4:00 am looking up how bread was made in Ancient Rome or what Cock and Ball Torture is bc he heard Joker say it once and he’s never EVER fucking heard of those words strung together like that before

Also… his fingers are simply too beefy for most keyboards. Dude tryna sit down and send Scandal Savage some fun cookie recipes she could try with her GF like

 Catwoman:

Not a lot to say here but tbh she probably has the most normal internet habits of everyone. Helps to promote cat shelter’s web pages, and will use some light hacking to find the locations of fur factories and animal abusers but that’s mostly it?

If she isn’t already an influencer, she has definitely considered it. Will sometimes post selfies of her wearing stolen jewelry just to flex. Has a legion of simps.

Clayface

Unknowingly gets into kin drama without trying to

He has... so many theather blogs, musical blogs, and obscure film blogs... someone help him... somehow he regularly adds shit to ALL OF THEM. 

He’s that one bitch who hoards all the canon URLs and there’s nothing you can fucking do to stop him.

Harley Quinn:

Her computer is slow and buggy as shit because she’s got so many viruses from trying to download flash games. Edward refuses to fix her computers at this point because he knows it’s a lost cause.

She vlogs sometimes, actually! And she’ll drag her hyenas or any of the rogues/batfam/GCPD she’s hanging out with atm into it.

She likes to go onto anxiety or depression forums and anonymously leave nice, helpful advice :)

Joker:

Mostly on the dark web, doing… things that you do on the dark web...

If he’s ever on the clean web I promise it’s only to start kin drama or to dm fucked up shit to random people he finds.

Has been known to catfish when the mood strikes him

Also? He jumps onto RP forums and either plays the SHITTIEST Batman, or an eerily accurate Batman.

Killer Croc:

He likes looking up funny videos online!!! Also! Art tutorials!!

He likes to post his artwork online under a pseudonym. He doesn’t expect anyone to really pay attention to his work, but it’s always a very pleasant surprise when someone likes or leaves a nice comment on his art.

 He genuinely cherishes all of his followers and the kind interactions he shares with them.

Mad Hatter:

It’s just hat porn and hentai. I’m sorry.

Mr. Freeze:

Normal internet habits tbh. Doesn’t really go on the internet that often because he doesn’t particularly care about keeping up to date with what’s happening.

He used to have a Facebook where he’d post pictures of himself and Nora, but he can’t really do that anymore due to obvious reasons.

Penguin:

Lightly dabbles in dark web shit (for business purposes) but otherwise he’s like an old man on the internet. Checks the stock market and shit. Responds to his emails in a timely manner. He keeps track of everyone’s internet presence but that’s mostly because he enjoys drama and he doesn’t want to be out of the loop in case Eddie starts something again and he needs to know WHY Jervis and Pamela can’t be in the Iceberg at the same time without trying to kill each other.

He REFUSES to make a social media account for the Iceberg Lounge!!!! It is too classy for that!!!

Other than that, though… don’t tell anyone… but he keeps some tabs open on some 🥺🥺🥺 some bird forums and uh 🥺🥺🥺 m🥺🥺🥺 maybe some blogs he has that are all about Jane Austen and Star Trek: The Next Generation 🥺🥺🥺🥺 n-not like he LIKES Star Trek, though!!

Also in Batman #448 it shows that him and Batman canonically play chess with each other online and you know what? That’s cute as hell so I’m gonna say that they still do that.

Poison Ivy:

Surprising no one… she mostly blogs about botany

Will ONLY go onto other parts of the internet to like and share Harley, Selina, or Waylon’s posts and THAT'S IT!!!!

She is not above getting petty in the comment section!! If she finds a video of some clown over-watering their ferns she will absolutely let them know and she will not be polite about it.

Riddler:

Canonically has the best hookup and 100% is the most active online. Like yeah he does a lot of hacking shit but he uses the internet for legit stuff too.

PURPOSEFULLY looks himself up and will argue with anyone who talks smack about him on literally any of the search results. He WILL remember your username and he WILL publicly mock you for it when he freezes your laptop or when he takes over the broadcasting waves in Gotham again.

You KNOW he has a social media account for everything. He WILL talk about how smart and sexy he is and he WILL get around any attempts made to get him blocked, suspended, or banned. 

“You fool… I have 70  A L T E R N A T I V E  A C C O U N T S”

He is the self-proclaimed tech-guru of the Rogues. He WILL harass you if you are using the wrong web browser or if you have TOO MANY FUCKING TABS OPEN FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

He calms down somewhat once he becomes a P.I. He’ll take selfies at crime scenes and livestream himself when he’s finding clues or chasing someone down! He’s absolutely obsessed with it and he gets super popular. He knows that he shouldn’t broadcast himself solving crimes... but... the clicks... the views... his stans...

Enjoys gaming and modding whenever he has free time.

Scarecrow:

He hasn’t been in a classroom in years but if you looked at his internet habits you would think he’s still teaching psychology at Gotham U. Responds to emails responsibly (but NOT on weekends or after 10 pm!!)

Probably wouldn’t blog these days, but when he was younger he had a page where he would discuss his psychology work.

He mostly uses the internet for research or to order chemicals but he’ll often get swept up in some inane message chain with Harley and Eddie and he HATES IT.

He has like two dozen tabs open on his computer because he forgets about them and even though some of the tabs have been there for so long that he GENUINELY can’t remember why they were there, he keeps them because it makes Edward break into hives every time he tries to watch what he’s doing online. Giving Edward Nygma anxiety sweats is easy and free and should be done often.

Two-Face:

He uses incognito mode… whenever he needs to google embarrassing questions…

He likes to peruse the dark web but sometimes he enjoys hopping onto r/legaladvice and r/relationships and reads that shit like it's the Sunday paper.

If he’s bored or is having a bad mental day, he likes to look up all the Google doodle games that Google keeps archived. they’re all really cute and are a lot of fun to goof around with whenever he’s wanting to play something light and quick!

[miss-tc-nova]

Confidence Boost - Hermod x Fem!Reader

Hermod is sweet and I like him, but he’s a character I don’t write much of so it’s a little difficult for me to get a grasp on him. Oh well. I still had fun and it’s good practice. 

~~~~~

               Frames nearly slip from my nose. Of course they would start to fall when my arms were full of books requested by the Master.

               “Oh come on,” I grumble, tilting my head back, but that turns out to be too awkward and ridiculous to walk. Just a few more steps into my journey, the eyewear leaps from my face.

               “Woah!” If the voice hadn’t given it away, the blur of gray and green absolutely does. “Hold on.” Fire shoots across my skin when the glasses slide back into place, clearing everything right up—including that smile. “Need some help?”

               At least my voice holds together. “Um thanks.” Lightening the load, the young man accompanies me back to class.

               Hermod: model student, well-mannered, kind, and the object of my infatuation. We started our training together with the rest of our classmates, when my bashfulness was leagues worse than it is now. Connecting to the people I’d be spending the next several years of my life with was way over my head, but Hermod made an effort to include me. The wall I protected myself with started to crumble and my classmates became family; I could never get over the kindness shown me though. That grateful seed bloomed into a crush that is spiraling out of my control. It drives me to seek his company in my free time or to instantly zero in on him when enters into mine. It’s a distraction and a hobby and detrimental to my sanity.

               Shortly after the books are delivered, class starts. Everything goes by as normal until combat training rolls around. Having gone up against Eraqus in a friendly spar, I’m sweating and plop down beside Bragi. Hermod and Urd are up next and I can’t look away from him.

               “Ah, to be a young woman in love.”

               Fire erupts beneath my skin. Eyes turn on Smarmy Fluffcoat who wears the smirk of a fox over a cornered mouse—he’s got his claws around my heart. The rattled brain’s feeble attempt at a warning shove only serves to amuse him.

               “Be nice, Bragi,” our shortest classmate breaks in. “You can’t pick on her for something everyone knows.” That flame is doused by icy blood.

               “Everyone except Hermod,” inputs a passing Xehanort, confirming that everyone does know.

               Fluffcoat’s eyes light up. “Oh, you guys know what would be fun?” Uncomfortable is that look he’s giving me. “We should help our little lovebird here.”

               “I dunno,” Vor hums before I can object.

               The boy in black folds his arms. “Surely Hermod must be close to noticing. Maybe we should just leave them be.”

               “Please. Natural selection will take them out before either of them realizes it,” Smarmy scoffs. “All I’m sayin’ is we give this thing a little push.” The two are seriously considering his plan. “It’ll be easy. We just drop her in front of a monster and watch Brother Bear tear it apart.”

               My jaw drops open but the other two seem less fazed. “That would work except she could just defend herself.” Vor’s answer confirms they’re actually on board with this nonsense.

               Xehanort adds, “She’s right. What if we-”

               I have to interject. “Excuse me! I-”

               Bragi pats my head. “Not now, honey, the grownups are talking. Go play with Era.” The sheer stupidity of the statement shuts me right up, allowing their conversation to continue. Dumbstruck, I wander to the boy in white on the other bench.

               “What happened to you?”

               “The grownups are talking…”

               His response is a look of ‘what?!’ but I know just as much about what they’re planning as he does.

               The knowledge that specifically those three are trying to intervene in something that I was completely fine keeping to myself has me jittery. Just as I start getting back into routine—the second my eyes wander to the model student—I feel predatory gazes and, sure enough, all three are staring at me like a pack of hyenas.

               The final bell tolls and I keep my head down while I collect my things. However, my attempt to remain inconspicuous is thwarted when the reason for my heckling approaches.

               “Hey, are you okay?”

               My heart shudders. “Uh yeah. Why?” You idiot! You know why! Don’t ask him!

               “You just seem kind of tense. Is something bothering you?” If it weren’t for the monsters stalking me, I’d probably swoon over those steel-color eyes.

               Yes! “N-No. I’m fine. Thank you though.”

               His worry dissolves into that little smile I love when we talk. “Do you want to work on the magic assignment together?”

               “I’d re-”

               “Oh no you don’t!” Undignified is all I can use to describe the yelp that escapes when Vor snatches my arm and begins hauling me away. “You’ll have to find another study buddy today!” My pleading look goes unnoticed by the stunned young man.  

               The dragging doesn’t stop outside the classroom; instead, Vor and the mischief boys drag me back to my dorm.

               “Guys, I think this is going too far,” I complain.

               Xehanort is the first to display his neglect of my concerns. “Do you really need these glasses?” All detail drop from the world.

               “Yes, I really do.”

               “Got any contacts?”

               “Yeah, but they’re a hassle.”

               “Go put them in.”

               “But-”

               “Go on.”

               Grumbling, I waddle to my bathroom and find said contacts. When I return, Vor pipes up, “Can you see us now?”

               “Yeah…?”

               “Good! Now your clothes!”

    ��          Leaping out the window almost becomes a viable option while my so-called friends critique my entire wardrobe and put me in dozens of combinations before they find one they’re satisfied with. I admit this is an outfit I wouldn’t have considered nor is it bad.

               “Alright, she looks great, but she’s not gonna get anywhere if she turns to mush every time she sees him,” Xe points out, ignoring my sigh of complaint.

               Bragi aims a finger at him. “What she needs to do is be assertive.”

               These three are going to be the death of me.

               Next comes “confidence training.” It turns out to be extra entertaining—Bragi’s impression of my crush is way off the mark but hilarious to watch while the others attempt to demonstrate what I should be doing; Xehanort is a much more convincing Hermod when it’s Fluffcoat’s turn. In the end, Smarmy’s examples are a little too smarmy and Vor is actually frightening, so it’s Xehanort that becomes my template for confidence, though his level of brazen is still beyond me. Their insistence that I try out a few lines on them has me beet-red but it gets surprisingly easier each time.

               “Alright, I think she’s ready!” announces the other girl.

               Bragi smirks. “What are the rules?”

               Hesitation. “Uh…Be confident, tell him what I want, and…don’t kiss…him?”

               “Bingo!”

               “What’s the reason behind that last one again?”

               “It’s that psychology of leaving someone wanting more,” Xe explains.

               My shoulders droop. “Why is this so hard?!”

               Vor pinches at my cheek. “Because you’re so in love!” She’s going to destroy what little backbone I’ve managed to grow if she keeps that up. “Now let’s go find Hermy!”

               “Now?!”

               The boys shove me out the door, chanting, “Yes, now!”

               Anxiety cools the longer we search for the studious boy though I don’t know if that’s from me getting comfortable with the idea or my hopes that we won’t find him. It’s when we wander outside that both of those options are destroyed.

               “There he is,” Xehanort announces, pointing down the front steps. Indeed he is, sitting just off the brick path with a book in hand.

               “Here’s your chance, girly.” The red-head pushes me closer to the steps.

               Molten butterflies swarm in my stomach. “Guys, I don’t think this is gonna work,” I squeak.

               Vor slaps my hands from fidgeting with my clothes. “It’ll work. Remember, be confident and you’ll have Hermod melting in your hands.”

               One, they’re not going to let me off the hook and two, her promise quickly douses my nerves. With a deep breath, I clear my head. Shoulders drawn, chin up, and steady in my walk, I stride down the steps. My prey, as the trio has drilled into my brain, doesn’t notice my approach which works in my favor. Positive that those fire-butterflies are nesting in my chest, I slide a hand beneath his chin and guide his gaze up while I lean in.

               “Hey there, sweetheart,” I coo. Taking over his face is a red shade that shows off the blue-slate of his wide eyes. It takes everything I have to keep my own flustering under wraps as I tilt even closer, feeling his hot breath brush across my face. “You’re going to take me to go get ice cream.” Lips just barely graze his. A huge sense of pride swells in me when I feel his anticipation. I’d happily give it to him if not for my specific instructions not to. Instead, I follow the plan. “Sound good?”

               His answer ghosts into my mouth. “Yes.”

               Delight showing in my smile, I retreat. His face—cherry red and full of both disappointment and shock—will forever be burned into my memory. Perhaps my friends were right about a little courage.

               “You coming?” I call back. Hermod scrambles after me and one last look reveals my team of coaches grinning.

               It takes significant brain power to maintain my confidence while keeping engaged with the boy. The bravado certainly gets dialed down but we enjoy an impromptu date of ice cream, despite the terrible spies stalking us.

               “Then I found that lazy bum asleep under a tree missing a shoe,” I laugh. “So I might’ve dumped my water on him.”

               His chuckle stirs the flutters in my chest. “Oh! I remember that! Eraqus came in soaking wet and confused! How did he not catch you?!”

               “I have no idea! I biffed it trying to get behind the tree before he found me!”

               Sharing in a bit of schadenfreude—enjoyment at the expense of others—we amble along the docks. However, Hermod’s smile slips. “Are you…feeling alright?”

               My head tilts to see him. “Yeah. Why?”

               “Well, I just…you…you’re acting different.” Hands wave frantically. “Not that it’s a bad thing! I-I was just-”

               Is that how I usually act? A giggle escapes me. “You like the confidence, huh?”

               He sheepishly replies, “Yeah. It’s nice to know what you’re thinking.”

               “You care what I think?”

               Ooo, that blush is so adorable. “Probably more than I should.”

               “What do you mean?”

               Eyes divert. “Um, well…I’ve kind of been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for a while now.”

               It clicks in my head suddenly that those bullies knew; the entire damn time they knew they were setting me up with someone who had a crush on me too. “They’re going to pay.”

               “What was that?”

               “Kiss me.” WHAT?!

               “What?!”

               My demand surprises me too, and it creates a paradox in the rules: in order to get what I want, there has to be a kiss. There’s also the fact that those brats are using us for their own entertainment tonight. So screw it, I’ll disobey orders. “I want you to kiss me.”

               “Uh, hold on! Do you really mean that?!”

               Spite can be one hell of a motivator, and while that may have kick-started my ambition, I can’t help remembering that moment I had him under my thumb. A spasm runs through my chest at the thought of our lips brushing while I made my demands. It takes very little effort to push the boy onto the convenient bench behind him. My mouth quirks as I recreate our earlier encounter. “Would you prefer it if I kissed you?”

               So I’m not the only victim of overheating but I question whether or not the trembling in my fingers is from me or him.

               “Please…” he confides.

               That’s all the permission I need and, gods, I was not expecting the pure gratification of kissing him. He patiently cooperates while I collect my bearings but once the avarice kicks in, every move is met with absolute compliance. Surely he has no idea the knots he’s tying in my gut with each little plea for more—little whines, nudges, twitching in his fingers around my arms. He’s lucky my greed is happy to supply. I’m pretty sure there’s a mix of cheers and protests in the distance, but I’m too preoccupied with the boy melting in my hands, just as Vor promised. If only oxygen wasn’t required.

               Leaving us both breathless, I break it up. The faintest trace of his ice cream lingers on my lips and I don’t miss his eyes follow my tasting of it. No doubt I’m just as flushed as he is but the attention I’m getting is more inspiring than anything those three could’ve taught me.

               Taking his face in my hands once again, I already have Hermod silently begging for another go. Considering his wish, I purr, “Now that’s a confidence boost.”