#fantasizing about killing the joker

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason learns how to dream walk and terrorizes his family before they become aware of his resurrection.

(it backfires)

#Jason hellbent on making Bruce suffer: #let‘s see how much I can twist your dreams- #Bruce: depressing dreams about weeping over his son‘s dead body #sitting at his grave #fantasizing about killing the joker #of a young Jason screaming at him #jason: wait #hold on #go back #ok ok FINE my dad is suffering enough let’s go for Dickwing- #Dick: similar dreams to Bruce #jason accusing him of not being there for him #telling him to come join him #jason: wait I would NOT ask that of you h my GOD #ok fine let’s see the Replacement- #Tim: abandonment issues and trauma #jason: … goddammit #I need to go back don’t I #prompts #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #fic #red hood #robin #batdad #jason comes home

[twcfaces]

two-face and the joker

li'l gotham #14 - Dustin Nguyen and Derek Fridolfs

#laughs but fantasizes about killing u #two-face #the joker #lil gotham

[lankylordoflevity]

So something I’ve been absolutely obsessed with lately is Joker’s descriptions of what it would be like for him to kill Batman. More specifically, I’m fascinated by the fact that, in at least a couple of them, there seems to be this common thread of peace throughout. 

Take, for instance, these panels from Batman (2016) #29 where Joker is describing his preferred method of killing Batman at the dinner party with Riddler and Bruce:

Another example of this exists in Batman/Catwoman #9, when Joker is detailing his fantasy about killing Batman to Selina (which, might I add, has some pretty blatantly sexual undertones):

While both of these descriptions are certainly brutal and contain an element of sadistic pleasure from Joker, they also reveal this underlying desire within him to see Batman at peace. In the first example, the peace comes from death at the Joker’s hands, while in the second example, Joker chooses to kill Bruce only after he has finally seen him content with the work he has done in Gotham. 

This concept ties in really nicely to greater discussions about how Joker feels towards Batman and what he wants out of their complicated relationship. In these instances, it seems that Joker’s actions are motivated by care and affection in addition to hate. He wants to see Batman in pain, but he also wants to see him happy, two desires that he consistently demonstrates in his quest to draw out the darker parts of Batman’s psyche. Joker wants Batman to go feel the mental anguish that he has, but he also wants to help him give in and find peace with his mental illness(es), because that was what helped Joker move on and become a stronger person. (These contradictory desires are also shown in Joker’s overarching quest to be the color to Batman’s darkness, usually through extremely violent methods.)

As is the case with most of Joker’s feelings, though, his feelings on the topic of Batman finding peace are self-contradictory. For example, in Batman (2016) #49, when Joker and Catwoman are discussing the upcoming BatCat wedding, Joker clearly expresses that he can’t see Batman happy, because he wouldn’t be Batman, which would mean that Joker wouldn’t have anyone to stop him anymore, and therefore, would be purposeless:

All of this information put together suggests that Joker is pursuing a self-defeating mission by chasing two contradictory goals. This makes sense because Joker is an inherently contradictory character. Everything from his mission-like dedication to his nihilistic philosophy (”fighting for meaninglessness but giving meaning by virtue of the fight,” as he puts it in Endgame) to his love-hate relationship with Batman screams self-contradiction, and it’s likely that he would be conflicted in a similar way when it comes to true desires for Batman’s mental state, too. He wants to make Batman suffer - to force him down the dark hole that he finds himself in - but he also wants to see Batman find the same peace that he found in his own “insanity.” Ultimately, though, he can never have either outcome, because then Batman would no longer be Batman, and therefore, Joker could no longer be the Joker.

Anyway, all of this is to day that Joker, somewhere deep within him, seems to want to give Batman a peaceful ending?? At the very least, it is something he fantasizes about on occasion, and there’s something particularly strinking to me about that. It seems to suggest that sometimes, Joker wants a beautiful, violent finality, but that his commitment to this cycle of violence keeps him from following through on that desire because then his “fun” - and his relationship with Batman - would end. 

#i don't know man #joker is a contradictory mess #anyway #this was my first actual meta #so i hope it was at least okay #joker #the joker #joker meta #batman #bruce wayne #batman meta #batjokes #batjokes meta #selina kyle #catwoman #batcat #comic panels #my incoherent thoughts and ramblings #analysis

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'The Solitary Clone'

Oh boy, a Daddy Warcrimes episode, happy happy joy joy!

Here it is, Doug's review of 'The Solitary Clone' or, as he calls it, 'Daddy Warcrimes Goes To Texas'.

Nothing much to say...enjoy, you lot. Doug liked this episode, but he likes Daddy Warcrimes the same reason I enjoy characters like the Joker and Daemon Targaryen: I AM NEVER BORED.

CW: Daddy Warcrimes do what he do and Doug narrates it. Need I say more? Oh and if you're from Texas, I apologize ahead of time. Doug shreds the Lone Star State something bad in here.

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Oh boy, we arrive at some dry-ass dump. It’s gross and there’s corn and everyone seems a little off. Must be Oklahoma.

Wait, there’s peaky mountains, must be Texas. Didn’t know Texas was in Star Wars but whatever. 

Well, here’s the Empire, but wait! This dump is run by an angry lady with a bucket on her head dressed like a hippie beekeeper. I’ll call her Beekeeper Bitch.

Anywho, looks like Beekeeper Bitch is holding the government officials hostage today, which is what they do for fun in Texas I guess, besides make barbeques and do weird shit at football games. I hate A&M so much. 

Now, here’s Daddy Warcrimes, having a nice nap in what looks to be the broom closet at my job where the junior engineers always end up banging each other at least once a week. I’m surprised there’s no bleach in there. Jeez, Daddy Warcrimes, no blanket?

Poor Daddy Warcrimes, trying to make friends with the other dudes at lunch and no one wants to go near him because he was forced to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. At least the clone cafeteria has turkey legs like Ren Faire. I wonder if it’s because Daddy Warcrimes crashes where the younger employees screw each other all day and there’s stains on the walls no one wants to talk about. Oh well. 

Oh, now we gotta see MBA-Rob. No turkey legs for Daddy Warcrimes today. I hate this little asshole, of course he’s dicking around on his stupid assed phone while Daddy Warcrimes waits and fantasizes about killing and smoked meats.

No one will swipe right on you, Rob, you’re unemployed and gave your last girlfriend an itchy crotch. Or is it left? Up and down? How does that thing where you meet ladies work? 

32 rotations…wtf is this Waterworld shit? How come Daddy Warcrimes isn’t burned to a crisp? How did he survive on that dump? Damn, the man must be part roach, I guess, wow. 

Now he’s got his sweet Johnny Cash armor back on, just looking at him makes me wanna watch that western robot show with Ed Harris again. He’s hanging out in front of that script that possessed Linda Blair back in the day. Does Pazuzu exist in this universe?

Oh, shit, it’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend! What in the what what. Glad to see he’s still around! Where’s his gold armor? Did he get it after Obi-Wan…you know, that makes me too sad to think about. I’m sorry, Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, that must have been rough on you. 

Well, looks like he and Daddy Warcrimes are off!  Where? They’re off on a charming romp to squash some rebellion!...wait, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Who are we rooting for? I’m confused. When did Star Wars get confusing? Am I old now?

Ya know who's not confused? Daddy Warcrimes! His job is pointing, shooting, killing. Which, I get, man. I worked in the oil industry. Speaking of which, they’re back in Texas, but where? Are they in Marfa? This looks like one of the shittier towns in West Texas, outside of El Paso. Are they making meth? Is the Empire the DEA? 

You know, this place is quite nice for someone like Daddy Warcrimes. Second amendment respected, the locals spoke in grunt, and smoked meats for everyone! Speaking of Texas, I wonder if there’s a Buc-ee’s inside, and the Empire wants to take over their jerky emporium, and that’s where this mess came from.

I miss Buc-ees, I could go with a hot brisket sandwich and some Beaver nuggets, get some red velvet fudge for later. 

No wonder Daddy Warcrimes is shooting everyone, the man is hungry! 

God, DAMN, Daddy Warcrimes waiting and staying perfectly still while he’s getting shot at and the TANK holy SHIT he is a BAD ASS but a BAD PERSON and I am CONFUSED BUT I LIKE IT? 

("Meat Muffin, you got a doctorate, diagnose me, what is this feeling where I’m confused but happy?"

"It’s just being happy, Doug, and my doctorate is not in psychology.")

And those crap robots are shooting at them again, but are these good guy robots? Didn’t we spend the last few years hating on them? Oh wait, they’re reprogrammed for defense…oh.

Have I ever told you how much I hate those damn things? They look like vacuum cleaners, if someone made art of a vacuum cleaner that they wanted to be human. Non sexy vacuum cleaners.

("Doug, when did you ever think vacuum cleaners were sexy?"

"Never, don’t know what you’re talking about.") 

Why does this feel like an FBI siege? Is this based on Waco? Shit man, I was in the navy when that happened. This ain’t good. This really is Daddy Wacrimes's Texan adventure, isn't it?

But what is good is Daddy Warcrimes and his GUN. Look at those trick shots like the man is yelling ‘SKEET’ and ‘PULL’ like you wouldn’t believe. I bet he’s the type of person who throws a tantrum at the ice cream store because his favorite flavor is ‘bullets’ and it ain’t on the menu.

Look at him and Obi-Wan’s boyfriend just going up and killing robots left and right. He ain’t good, but that ain’t bad. Which is…good or bad? Ah, whatever, I like this damn show. 

And there’s Beekeeper Bitch bitching at the Empire’s Bitch. Those couches look comfy. 

Daddy Warcrimes is coming your way! When she’s not wearing her helmet, Beekeeper Bitch looks just like my niece! Wow! Oh, now I don’t know, is she bad? Good? She wants independence for her people, maybe Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend and Daddy Warcrimes can listen to her? 

Oh, shut up, Empire Bitch, no one cares. ‘Execute her’ uh shut up, your hat sucks and don’t you know that Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend is a free-thinking MAN who might just up and take a DUMP on your LAWN. 

Well, no. Damn, Daddy Warcrimes, you cold-assed sonofabitch. 

‘Hang her body in the square’, what in the hell, this is dark, Dr Meat Muffin, are you letting your sweet girls watch this show? One of them’s a baby, I hope not. 

(I was 100% watching this with my 2 year old, it was on Disney, what do you expect- Dr. MM)

Welp, Daddy Warcrimes is back where he started, chilling in the cafeteria and his new best friend is his helmet. Wonderful. The helmet will at least make eye contact with him. 

Back to MBA-Rob being a dick to everyone and now Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend has run off. Probably to drink himself into a stupor and cry in a shower somewhere. I know I would, too.  

We really didn’t learn anything in this episode, did we? Well, I learned that Daddy Warcrimes is living a confusing life, never gets to eat and has to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. But at least he's got his helmet and his gun and MBA-Rob.

I know he’s bad, but he’s good at that, which is bad…but for me, it’s good?

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #clone force 99 #doug talks star wars #doug the neighbor #doug why #cajun doug #cajun neighbor #daddy warcrimes #obi wans boyfriend #the solitary clone #bad batch crosshair #crosshair #tbb crosshair #commander cody #cody tcw #cody tbb #the bad batch crosshair #star wars review

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Sid The Squid

Sidney Debris, also known as Sid The Squid, was a low-level mobster who worked for Rupert Thorne.  Something of an incompetent daydreamer, Sid fantasized about becoming the biggest, toughest and most renown gangster in all of Gotham.  Being clumsy and small of stature, however, Sid was often relegated to grunt work, usually acting as a lookout during heists.

One evening, Sid was standing guard outside a warehouse where an illegal drug buy was going down.  The Batman arrived to bust the operation. A startled Sid nearly slipped off the edge of the building.  Batman rushed to rescue him yet, saving Sid caused Batman to fall. It appeared as though the Dark Knight had slammed into a gas tank resulting in a massive explosion.  Sid was left holding Batman’s empty cowl and his cronies concluded that lowly Sid Debris had somehow managed to kill The Batman!  

This resulted in Sid becoming a celebrated figure throughout the criminal underground.  Enraged that someone else and done in his arch rival, The Joker attempted to kill Sid.  Somehow Sid managed to escape and thereafter he was accused by Rupert Thorne of trying to muscle in and take over his operation.  It was then that Batman revealed himself as alive.  The Caped Crusader had merely faked his death so to garner proof regarding Thorne’s narcotics operation.  Indeed it had been Batman who had saved Sid from The Joker.  

Sid was ultimately charged and sent to Stonegate Penitentiary.  There he finally realized his dream of being a big shot as all his fellow inmates cheered him on, calling him 'the man who almost killed The Batman.'

Actor Matt Frewer voiced the hapless criminal, appearing in the fifty-first episode of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘The Man Who Killed Batman.’  

#batman the animated series #Batman #Matt Frewer #Sid the Squid #The Man Who Killed Batman #DCAU #cut-out #paper art #DC Comics

[distort-opia]

on the topic of batman and joker's -ahem- tension-filled fights, do you have any canon examples of their fights being explicitly (as explicit as canon batman media can get) being filled with physical tension?

Heh. I have many, many examples. Half my comic panel collection is Batman-on-Joker violence. I really enjoy their fights (hence my recent fic), even though some of them may barely qualify as that -- since Joker has a habit of putting up a little resistance and then letting Bruce beat the crap out of him.

There have been a lot of great ones over time, but I will limit myself to closest-to-explicit canon fights (moments that either textually or subtextually make romantic/sexual references). Putting the whole thing under the cut due to the numerous comic panels included.

♡ Batman: Endgame

Look. I still have no idea how they sneaked this past DC. Some of the panels are so... sexually suggestive it's unbelievable (I guess Mr. Capullo also thinks Batman tops and Joker is a power bottom, huh. Very valid of him.)

...I can't look at these for too long, they make me go crazy.

♡ Batman: Death of the Family

This whole thing is filled to the brim with sexual innuendo, both textually and visually, but I’ll include just a few faves.

Oh, Bruce. Pulling your nemesis into a dance pose... holding hands during the fight... whispering into your nemesis’ year something that could undo them... Yeah, we all do that!

♡ Batman: Hush

One of their most brutal fights, and one of the times Bruce came close to killing Joker. So. Obviously there's so much tension you can cut it with one of Joker's knives.

(Here you can also see Bruce’s choking kink, and more generally his thing for Joker’s neck popping up again, which... I swear to God, he’s obsessed. Even the alternate versions of him that kill Joker do it by snapping his neck (or tearing into it, for vampire!Batman). If you include that dream Clark had about it in Injustice, and then Bruce recently fantasizing about strangling Joker in Urban Legends... five times, just off the top of my head. Incredible. Wonder if a writer ever went ‘How about blunt force trauma for once??’ but then the spirit of Bruce Wayne reached from the fictional plane to go ‘Nah. Break that neck. Break it.’)

♡ Detective Comics (1937) #781

For this example, I'd have to copy-paste the whole freaking issue. It’s one big date for them, packed full of flirting. The story is basically Bruce knowing Joker wanted a fight and indulging him (even teasing him) to get him to talk about a case. I fully recommend reading the whole thing, but I will include some of my favorite moments -- like the hair-pulling, and casually discussing case details while sitting on top of Joker or strangling is occuring:

♡ Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #61

Features another one of my top ‘most unhinged Bruce moments’: beating up Joker while he’s helpless and in a straitjacket because Joker’s enjoying it -- Bruce doesn’t! He’s pleasuring Joker through pain for the case. All the other times he beats Joker up when Joker barely puts up a fight are... uh, well there might not always be a case, but Bruce doesn’t enjoy it, he swears!

(Gotta say though. “It’s a two-player game with Joker-- always has been. Always will be.” This thought of Bruce’s comes dangerously close to self-awareness. And really, do you need to focus so much on Joker’s mouth?)

♡ Detective Comics (2011) #1

This is just such a... quintessential Batman/Joker fight. There isn’t specifically a panel that I can point to because I just love the whole thing; might not be as suggestive as others, but on the whole it’s maddening. The fight happening after Batman chased Joker, the way he always does. Joker stabbing Bruce, but not lethally on purpose; it being too fast for Bruce to counteract. Bruce saying “You’re done”, snarling “Anyone else would kill you” as he holds Joker by the throat, and Joker mockingly replying “That’s your problem.” This is it.

♡ Batman: The Dark Knight Returns

This one’s a classic (though technically not canon). Because if the whole fight taking place in the Tunnel of Love doesn’t drive it home, Joker spelling it out that Batman killing him is the climax of the fight (which he didn’t deliver) sure does. So does the famous panel of Batman and Joker lying there as if post-orgasm.

♡ Batman: Europa

Also not canon, but I mean. How can I not. Someone infects Batman and Joker with a virus and puts the cure inside the other one’s blood... All of it leading to the most homoerotic panels imaginable and pretty much the out-of-sight implication they fought and then Joker kissed Batman:

+ As a little extra, may I just include some absolutely insane gestures Bruce has pulled during fights with Joker... because they deeply haunt me, and now they shall haunt you too. They indicate Bruce having such a deep entitlement to Joker’s person, like him just knocking Joker out and dragging him away or carrying him like he’s cargo, like he’s a possession Bruce is taking back to the box he puts all his favorite toys in (Arkham). It all makes me want to howl at the moon a little.

♡ Injustice: Ground Zero #6

Grabbing an alternate vesion of your nemesis by the tongue is a perfectly normal thing to do. So is dragging him by his tie, while he’s helpless and tied-up, somewhere private where you can beat him up!

♡ Batman: Cacophony

Shoving your fingers in the nose of your nemesis while teasing and flirting verbally, in the context of a fight, is also a perfectly reasonable thing to do! Just like saving his wretched life when he gets shot moments later, even though Jim Gordon is begging you to let him die...

I have other examples of fights between them that I like, but they’re not as suggestive as these ones so I tried to cut back (or they’re from Batman: White Knight which I sadly dislike). And yet, this still got long.

But I hope you enjoyed, anon! Thank you for the opportunity to rant a bit.

#violence as a love language: the post #would welcome any other examples! #asks #batman #batman meta #bruce wayne #joker #batjokes #batjokes meta #my meta

[bougiebutchbitch]

Have you thought of... batjokes AU where one of them is a vampire and the other's neck is getting bitten 👀 I feel like bruce would be out of blood packs or something and he wasn't careful enough looking after himself so he's like, losing himself in the middle of the night and trying not to lose control of his thirst and joker is like *slaps neck* "c'mere batsy come get your JUICE"

sdfgkjsglsdfgsdg LISTEN I THINK ABOUT THIS DAILY

DAILY

you fucking KNOW Jokes would be like. Suck me, Batsy <3 Suck me dry <333

He would jizz almost as soon as Bats got his teeth in skldfhgsdhfg

....okay but I want Batman to fully lose control of his thirst one time, and be fucking terrified that Joker's going to let him kill him, because... well, isn't that what Joker kinda wants?? But though Joker lets it go wayyyy further than Batman is comfortable with, he does eventually quickly and efficiently knock him out with some handy garlic gas or something, idk.

Batman wakes up to find Joker unconscious from blood loss but not dead. He's terrified to be near him, but still has enough self control to get away and call an ambulance for him (and beg Robin to supervise the paramedics so Joker won't wake up and gut them). Much, much later, when Joker's back in Arkham, Batman contritely goes to see him (and to thank Joker for stopping him, though he ain't admitting that easily). Eventually - after the obligatary greeting, banter, and flirtation - Batman stops looming. He sits on the edge of his cot, and manages to croak out why?

You know that would destroy me, so why not let it?

Don't you fantasize about both of us going out violently together?

Aren't I the one who's supposed to stop you?

And Joker just grins, delighted. "Oh, you're just eating yourself up, aren't you! It wasn't even your fault, and you're still just drowning in all the guilt you can pour into that big ol' batty brain!"

Bruce blinks. A thousand protests swarm his throat. It was my fault. I went too far. I wasn't in control, I couldn't stop myself - God, J, you almost died...

Joker snuggles up to his chest, giggling quietly to himself, as if Batman's told some joke he wasn't aware of. "Sweetie, when you kill me, you're going to choose to do it," he says. "Not accidentally suck me dry in a feeding frenzy, like some - some overgrown mosquito! I mean, don't get me wrong - that sounds one hell of a way to go. But that's just boring murdery vampire instinct. I don't wanna be killed by a vampire." He kisses him, over the bat symbol, leaving a tacky smear of red (how he keeps smuggling lipstick into Arkham, Batman doesn't know, but to be honest, he hasn't put all that much effort into stopping it). "I wanna be killed by the Bat."

That's terrifying. Yet at the same time, just a little reassuring.

Batman ducks his face into the long white line of Joker's neck, where the puncture wounds have sealed with messy scabs. He inhales the sweet, lulling sense of his blood, feeling the temptation flood his own veins. Feeling Joker go delightfully still, gasping at the warm roll of Batman's breath over his beating artery.

"Human juice bag is full again though," Joker whispers, long white hands fisting in Batman's cape, where it falls around them on the bed in stiff, midnight peaks. "In case you wanna stick your straw in and go to town. Call me your li'l Capri Sun pouch. Slurp out allll the good stuff..."

It's too soon, too raw. Joker's not even fully healed. Batman shakes his head, though he doesn't retreat, doesn't let Joker move an inch. Just stays right there, curled over him, breathing him in.

"I need to work on my self-discipline," he growls, letting his fangs flip down, but only to stroke them soft down that long, thin tendon that binds Joker's skull to his clavicles. "Before I bite you again."

Joker shivers, letting his head fall limp, his body twisted over Batman's lap, fully offered up to him. "Ooh, fun. I'm not going to make it easy for you, you know."

He never does. Batman wouldn't want it any other way.

#batjokes #batman x joker #joker x batman #batman #joker #bruce wayne #my fic #my art

[bad4amficideas]

Bat!Reader Childhood HCs

I'm posting random drafts. incomplete. And so. English with translator. I suppect this maybe even double posted. Uhm. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

🦇Look. You wanted the robins (you already called them all robins even if there was more bats than birds) to become such. You wanted Dick, Tim and Duke with their parents alive and well. To Jason, Stephanie and Harper with the best family circumstances they could muster. Barbara, Luke, Carrie being carefree in their lives, Cassandra adopted in a happy place, maybe with Steph who was not her best friend in the comics for nothing. You wish you could have helped Kate (you were working on Helena and Azrael but were working in his legal name in this moment). Mother of God, you wanted to kill Batman for what it cost you to track down all these people, and even so you know you were missing people but you did pretty well and hell, you were working on it as you could.

Spoilers: Duke, Carrie, Harper, Helena, Azrael (Jean Paul & Michael), Luke Fox, and his predecessor Zavimbe. Batwoman's partner, all "saved" (because I don't know them well enough to write about them and part because the Joker died, the rage is over). Most of them now works or gonna work for WE or the GCPD (it's getting competent) anyway.

🦇But. You walked through your home, looking at empty rooms and fantasized about which one would be filling with each batfam. With how they would be in the mornings, growling, sticking their heads out or snorting at each other.

🦇 Having managed to get Alfred, your father in many ways, to move to a room closer to yours; (and you didn't know the peace of mind that gave you until he did it) a part of you longed for more.

🦇As Y/N Wayne you have a special relationship with Oswald since in your childhood circle he was the one who least infantilized you and you could go with him to do silly things and perhaps some "little savagery"

🦇This is important because with your onset of poison resistance your overall status and appearance as a child was always, regardless of your build, "fragile" looking, and most people tended to overprotect you. Someone from the Gotham paper even turned "Wayne's Treasure" into "Wayne's Gem" into "Wayne's Diamond" (more accurate than they think, hard, but brittle).

🦇Even Roman and Thomas were careful not to go too far in their abuse so people wouldn't say anything to them, which is what started the “they do that to you because they like you"- crap. It also doesn't help that you cousin (who was in her own traumatic moment) was one punch away from letting both of their noses loose. Like, minefield.

🦇Bats met Harvey Dent in high school. And Bats it's very surprised how easy it's to surround oneself with vips (villains-in-progress) in their city. In this AU, Harvey met "the gang" at Gotham Academy for a scholarship since he comes from a middle-class background here. So, to him find the golden child of Gotham being kind and humble and always treating him as an equal and taking his ideas into account. That touches the ego of any adolescent.

🦇Not that Bats didn't know a lot of other people, but Harvey was the only one who put up with the bullshit and bullying of Bats "friends" (putting him further on the road to district attorney ironically). Bats is sure they recognized the names of some Batman's love interests, or at least one female journalist, but they couldn't get close enough to find out.

🦇Their -Harley's- friendship quickly gelled. Both idealists with similar political positions and true desire to do good for Gotham. A breath of fresh air for Bats, surrounded by two cynicals and a girl in a conflicting phase. Despite the fate that hung at the end of the Dent line Bats couldn't help but think how good it would be to have someone like Dent on their side, especially with the owls swarming and all the normal villains that would have to be put forever behind bars first, if they wanted to even think about the ones in colored costumes.

🦇Anyway, shortly after that year/s there was a disconnect with the world as Bats was abducted by the League of Assassins and then trained for 2 years until they was 18 when they ran away, comes back to Gotham and became Bats (and almost at the same time the tragedy of the circus happened but you're still catching up and you don't know that)

🦇I just realized, mathematically, I've made Dick a terrifying murderous prodigy. Fear, enemies of the Court, now the rhyme is legitimately scary.

🦇Continuing with LoA, Reader, you were there for two years and apart from apparently they trying getting you married and being a worthy possible successor, you left –run away- without having a clue what those people wanted with you. Problem. that's exactly what they wanted, the same thing they wanted in another world with Batman, you weren't going to get anything else no matter how much you snoop, but you refused to assimilate that idea, because “why me?” (If you wanna know, among others, they had noticed your private training and how you had been moving to "take Gotham" and other key points on the planet, as if it were your chessboard)

🦇At that time you really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Or whether to be deeply indignant. This SURE didn't happen to Batman. Wasn't he volunteer to train in the League? Or after 18 anyway? You were already mixing things by stress. Or maybe were the multiverses in your head. What the hell were they doing kidnapping you to train you and shit about weddings? Okay, a couple thing happened to Bruce, but, You were a teenager. What was the word, grooming? Didn't these people have better things to do, like take over the world? to kill people? Also, what's the point of wanting a successor, IF YOU'RE FUCKING IMMORTAL, let's explain.

🦇And then. After you come back, you, Reader, have a lot of people to catch up with and a lot, LOT of explaining to do. And the damn entry into high society and active involvement in Wayne business... But hey, no one appreciates that you escaped from a cult group of super assassins ninjas who btw were still discussing who will you marry when you left. In order not to let women inherit, they are very progressive in everything else.

🦇 At least Alfred believes you. At least you can tell him the truth. On the other hand, it's the truth, imagine if he didn't believe you, having spent two years with a family that has been grooming you at the same time that training you to kill in 50 forms with a spoon. And luckily the batcave was almost set up, you only needed the suit and put together a coherent story of your two years of disappearance (because there is no way you will go through the high school for the third time, being that the League had homeschooled you those years, again). Oh, but some villains were teachers in college. And maybe that could delay your entry into the world of work. Maybe that was worth the try?

🦇The worst is that. Two years and your careful planning went almost all to the fret. Your straps, broken. Dent, thank God, is an attorney and there is nothing unusual about him. But the other two according to the intel you're starting to gather go already for Hush and Black Mask and have the underworld criminal city terrified, Oswald has some dirty things going, you know nothing about Kate but your guess is in the Military Academy, you will inquire, all doctors of their specialties are loaded in their guns (as who says) and, dammit two years and you weren't even in vacations! not fair!

🦇 Aggg, all hurry up and running now. Luckily you had years of planning, but you were afraid of making a mistake. And as soon as you got dressed, the clown would appear because that’s how Murphy works. Some things had been sped up, some had changed, you should start tracking all the robins for their safety...

🦇And you would throw some money and ideas at the Justice League and have them manage without you. They had a forensic and a demigoddess of war and truth, by all deities, they would manage.

Moar spoilers: Villains who did not pass the look of Bats or have been permanently "secured" in Gotham before do actual -big- damage: Falcone, Maroni, Zucco, Professor Pyg, Man-Bat (Ally, it never get to go through that crap), Jeremiah Arkham (diagnosed by out burn before it out of hands), King Tut (who the hell is this??), Clayface, Calendar Man, Condiment King, Deacon Blackfire, Dollmaker, Flamingo, James Gordon Jr., Jane Doe, King Snake (Bane did this), Prometheus (Green arrow doing), Sewer King (no kids in Jason watch), Solomon Grundy. And not just kill anyone who recreates in the pain of others.

🦇: Damn it, I'm one (1) Bat. I'm. NOT. Batman.

#earth 1t8 #👾.txt

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Buff Batmom reaction when she found out Joker killed Jason

Buff Batmom as Black Death going on a bloodthirsty killing rampage killing criminals even innocent civilians. Just so she can murder Joker.

Buff Batmom beating the shit outta Joker for murdering her little boy

Jesus, Bruce, Alfred, and Dick. I can’t imagine what their reaction would be seeing Batmom revert back to old habits and start killing again after Jason death.

I feel like Bruce could feel it coming. That it was going to happen.

He'd seen her break down when she found out what happened to her little boy, how she was an emotional mess for the days following. Dick had come home, and Bruce just watched as his wife sees her oldest who looks so much like Jason, and just immediately crumples again, and Dick just lets her cling to him and sob, knowing that she's partly doing it to try and pretend he's Jason, at least for a second. The funeral comes, and it was then, as they lowered the casket into the ground and Bruce turns to check on her, that he sees the little glint in her eye. Like a spark. He knew she was ready to kill again. For her boy.

She didn't do anything at first. She becomes mostly quiet, doing simple tasks at work and at home, not really conversing with anyone. Everyone can tell something's off, Alfred is worried she's having a nervous break, Dick's worried about his mom's mental state and tries to spend as much time as possible with her, but Bruce knows what she's doing. She's plotting. She's going through what she wants to do in her head, step by step. Fantasizing.

Then she snaps. She's seemingly aware of her husband's own awareness and goes off at the perfect time where when he realising that she's gone, it's already too late. Dick is the first to notice his mom isn't at home, and he tries calling her first, and after a short text back assuring him she's fine and that she loves him to the moon and back but being off still, he informs Alfred who informs Bruce, and he immediately tells Alfred to keep Dick distracted at home, not to let him listen to any news reports or the radio, and to instead convince Dick that Bruce had contact with her and she's gone to get her emotions out (technically not wrong) and he's going to go comfort her, and to prepare a nice meal for her for when they get back to show she's loved. At this point Alfred, knowing batmom's past realises what's happening and agrees.

By the time Bruce finds his wife, she's slaughtered her way through his little hide out, and she's done with Joker. He isn't dead, proven by his heavy breathing and very faint laughter when he was able to gain consiousness for a few seconds every few minutes, but you can't see his green and purple suit or hair in the dim lighting because it's all been dyed red from his blood. Black Death sits against the furthest wall. He ignores the mad man, walking over to her and just kneeling in front of her. In the faint light he can see the tears rolling from the eye sockets of her mask.

"It doesn't feel good. It doesn't make me feel better... he took my baby. He took away one of the things I never thought I'd have... what if someone takes Dickie bird? I can't... I can't lose my... my boys... my baby Jay..." She sobs quietly, and Bruce doesn't say anything. He just wraps his arms around her, muffling her sobs and carefully helping her up and leading her out.

He gets her out of the costume and into civilian clothing he brought with him, as well as for himself before taking her home. She's still a mess the entire time, but when they get home and Dick rushes to his mom's side, saying how he was worried sick about her, telling her how he and Alfred made her favourite, and demanding she take a few weeks off work to properly mourn and relax with her family, she just nods, before looking over at Bruce.

"Thank you." She manages to get out. To this day, he's not sure exactly what she was thanking him for. For forgiving her for her past actions, or this 'slip up'? For giving her this domestic life, or as close as she's able to get? For not telling Dick about the real monsterous side of his beloved mother? For loving her unconditionally and being a true saint of a husband? He wasn't sure, and he didn't care. For him, she didn't need to thank him for anything.

[kamil-a]

ok ace route end thoughts. incredibly messy post i put together a lot of it last night, half-asleep, and im trying to just. do my best with that lol

they invented queerbaiting for m/f couples

she was just so recently scared of him, but goes on a camping trip anyway and does seem to have a decent time! caught in by his magnetic pull, huh...

we arent going to OUTER space but we are going to MEDIUM space. which is great!

THE JOKER??!?!?!? THERE WAS A CLOWN MAN??!?!?!? 

it was a gourcus...

really id seen the cg before but still!!! i was so shocked to see him!!!

-oh okay. id dropped the pics and copypasted twitter comments over last night when i was too tired, so this is gonna be out of order a little bit- i do nt rly want to reorder them.

-she MAKES HER CHOICE is the thing, and then joker shows up AFTER to mess around!

=i suspect that the nightmare and peter (putting a note here that peter talks to her a: in the circus and b: she says she feels like he’s trying to poke hole in her decision) that we saw were joker in disguise/projecting illusions or something. because itts ace’s route i assume he did his part himself but itd still be interesting even if it werent i guess?

BITING HER EAR LIKE CHOMP?? RIGHT ON THE LAWN OF HER FAKE MEMORY DREAM HOUSE??? WHERE THERES PROBABLY A FREAKY OTHERWORLD CORALINE LOOKING LORINA GHOST?!?

im horrifascinated with him literally invading her nostalgic memories (and the state she’s tied herself to embodying here in WL!) to like... rub himself all over it. defile the past. AND, showing up in the sunday afternoon peaceful garden times zone is like a fuckyou to peter too... like a cat pissing on a tree in another cat’s territory. theres two separate sex scenes in this ending (lmaooo) but i dont even really think of this one as like. particularly sexual (or i guess i should say erotic? sex is about power blah blah) so much as ace wanting to assert power over alice and peter and like. the ghost of lorina liddell i guess. 

can you see this from heaven? if you could, would this even be the shape your heaven takes? well, in the end youre actually not here to say otherwise . so i will say it as if you’ve seen: haha lorina i am banging your sister

and i think on some level alice knows that lorina... isnt there to catch them in the act. that her objection to this isn’t “whats wrong with you, my sister could walk in on us any second!!!” but “i don’t want you to defile my perfect memories of this place, and of my perfect sister”.

-this is also like. i think one of the most explicit routes ive seen in terms of textual descriptions of things. 

-OH YEAH the other one was really really fun hes like doing an edgy oohhh ur my ruin you will bring my doom roleplay and shes like. excuse me? i dont want to bring your doom. what are you talking about. and hes like aww yeah my girlfriend is going to kill me one day and shes like HUH????? shes literally just trying to have a nice time and he keeps ruining it with his bizarre dirty (?) fantasizing about her destroying him it’s really funny

-and it all even started bc she was talking to peter and ace got jealous. even tho if he LISTENED a bit he’s realize she was talking abt how she chose ace.

-

-they probably had to up the stakes from friendship kissing by making ace a bites you bites you bites you bites you guy but it works for him 

she says he can name most of the stars she points out, but thankfully never gives names so MY CITY NOW - i think they have a lot of constellations named after things from the hunting of the snark + jabberwocky.

(which in my even deeper MY CITY NOW headcanonings is where they adopted their game-and-roleholder system from. so it’s sort of a remnant of it and a remembrance out of respect).

-i always much prefer when it's made textually clear in the moment that she wants something she verbally denies! This one seems particularly clear, i wonder if its a matter of being written years later 

-i can become happy in my own world, too. CAN YOU??? PERSON WHO VOWED TO NEVER BECOME HAPPY???

-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

-lmao he THREW HIS SWORD AT HER to trip her

-i think a lot of this was in the musical

-you gotta wonder why he isnt feeding her the game juice back if he wants her in such a state of stasis, yknow? 

-Instead, having her firmly choose, but swearing he'll remind her of pain- my guess being it's to keep her from truly losing her outsideship? 

its for jnkna reasons i assume, but even hearts era ace is clumsy enough to go about it in the most inconvenient way lmao...

also. i love how the conclusion she comes to after her little "im scared!!!!" detour is like... "well im just weirdly drawn to him. dont know why hes so magnetic. cant help loving him" BC ME TOO HONESTLY????

-THE MOST AUTHENTIC HES EVER BEEN....

-OH YEAH! AND SHE NEVER EVEN FOUND OUT ABOUT JULIUS!!!!!!

-SHE DOESNT KNOW HER BF’S SIDE JOB. OR THAT HE HAS A BEST FRIEND

#thoughtful honking #messy kinda post but watever #scene discussed with qrtypical consent problems. im more here to discuss other things about that scene so its not rly talked abt #in detail but just in case just in case.

[mickstart]

hello i would like to hear your opinions on

This is such a mood. Thank you for asking!!! I love mass effect! A lot!

I probably have opinions on most characters tbh. I like the original ME1 squad the most. My shepard is a psuedo-oc and I love her and her found family SO much. Like it'd be really hard for me to pick a mass effect squadmate I dislike they're almost all very dear to me. So here's a companion tier list and then honourable mentions and explanations below

Garrus: malewife with autism. Local Man In Awe Of His Very Strong Wife. Dork. Beloved. I Am Not Immune To Turians.

Tali: wife so beloved they had to nerf her by refusing to make her bi even though if femshep romances Garrus you can find Tali fantasizing about the three of you Together at the citadel dlc party.

Wrex: that's my grandpa and I love him

Ashley: she and Shep are the two best friends who have been friends so long they always have five ongoing arguments of varying severity but they will always be The Girls. She is ONLY down in b tier because I use her so little during the actual game and I wish there had been more actual content.

Joker: that's my stupid weed smoking cousin and the only one who knows im gay at the family reunion.

Grunt: Shepard has a sign on her door when she's busy and has asked not to be disturbed and it says "SON BOY ALLOWED" with a picture of grunt. He will always be her son. He is just a baby.

Anderson: dad. I love him. but also it's true what they say once you've heard Keith David as the arbiter he is the arbiter to you forever and there's nothing you can do.

Hackett: I just really like Hackett he's like Shepard's strict but fair dad and Anderson is her fun dad.

Kasumi: Shepard's annoying little sister I LOVE getting gossip from her it made the ship feel so alive.

James: I need to help my himbo son realize he is bisexual and it's not Just Bro Things to constantly ask Cortez if he's enjoying watching you work out and thinks you're hot.

Jack: I LOVE JACK I LOVE JACK SO MUCHXHDHDDHDH BIOWARE HOMOPHOBES. If you even look at jack wrong then Natasha Shepard will kill you. That's her sister.

Miranda: I Am Not Immune To Women Or Hyper Competence.

Samara: hngh... milfs.... With a code of duty and honour and ethics.... Hnghhhhhh.

EDI: I love robot AI stories I just wish someone gave my darling friend some clothes. She looks cold.

Legion: I will make bioware pay. I swear it to you legion.

Bonus Honourable Mentions: I genuinely am a stereotypical "turians are my blorbos" mass effect player. I think more than the game probably wants me to about Saren and indoctrination and Nihlus (and how they had a Thing I'm a truther) and it's one of the reasons I hate the ending so much because bioware seem intent on pushing synthesis as the "good uwu" ending which. That's what Saren wanted to do in me1 make up your damn minds.

Okay! Dishonourable mentions!

Thane: his loyalty mission glitched on my first ever playthrough and it ruined my perfect run on the suicide mission AND got kirrahe killed in me3 bc he took Thanes place in the coup fight. I don't dislike him he's like my joke nemesis but I'd probably forgive him for the broken loyalty mission if he was more interesting to me.

Kaidan: I actually really do like kaidan this is the same thing as Thane. I took him to the tholian planet in me1 my first time out, when I was shit at game, and he just kept dying constantly leaving me at the mercy of the thralls. (Garrus, knight in shining armour, was my only hope.) When virmire happened I was like "you know what you did." The game also railroads you if you're playing with femshep and makes every conversation with him flirty which! I didn't enjoy! At all! Jesus can I just get to know you without you asking if this means I'm in love???? So thus I have spent the least time with kaidan of all the squad. I really want to do a maleshep run some day and like. Actually get to know him. Because I think he's be higher if I did.

Javik: I find the airlock stuff funny but like. The fascist colonialist overlord thing. Gets old quick! Believe it or not! I don't get on with him but he makes me laugh I guess.

Jacob: this isn't about Jacob this is about the racist and bland writing that went into him. I want to love Jacob but he has both the racist writing and the same problem as Kaidan where if you even suggest you don't want him to die the game takes it as a sign you love him

And now. The big one. The one that's gonna get my sapphic card taken away.

Liara makes me uncomfortable. The way you can see the Devs lust for her all over the way she's written and designed and posed and used. The way she fulfills every "hot alien babe" fantasy. The way asari in general are agender when bioware want to tell you it's not really gay and "just all female" the rest of the time or when they're drooling over them. The way the game railroads you the same way it does with kaidan and Jacob and probably Ashley if you're maleshep. The way she has multiple obligatory missions and the favourtism is so obvious that she's basically the only character who can ONLY die if you get the absolute worst ending of all where the entire galaxy dies. The way the game will regularly assume you romance her.

Idk I really wanted to like her I was SO excited when I found out the game had a bisexual love interest. It's not like I dislike anything at all that's actually about HER. As a character I love her she's autistic coded she's sweet she's beautiful and smart and kind. But whenever I'm interacting with her idk how else to describe it except I am taken out of the experience of the story BC I am so aware of all the contexts and shit influencing what I'm seeing and doing. She's NOT down here because I hate her. It is exclusively the fact that when I'm seeing her I am so acutely aware that I am seeing a fictional character people workshopped.

[kokoch4n3l]

DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

SIX — the beach house

"He says he had an older brother. Izana says he hates his brother for lying to him. He didn't say exactly what the lie was but with the way his eyes look while he talks about it, I don't think I want to know either" — MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: willing or unwillingly, Maya takes up Izana's invitation and he shows her just what he was feeling the past two months he was admitted into sunshine grove.

chapter warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+, abduction, murder, chase scene, noncon drugging, blood and gore, vomiting, physical abuse, slapping, death threats, waterboarding, torture, drowning, near-death experience, dehumanization, objectification, noncon touching, enabler!shion, psycho!izana, PTSD(post traumatic stress disorder), panic attacks, making out

word count: 7163

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Maya has read many dark romance books. She loves them. Give her a book about a stalker who is absolutely in love with their victim and would do anything, go to any lengths or kill for their victim, she adores the book. Give her a book with a serial killer, absolutely fucking amazing. A morally grey male lead, a gang leader, a cruel king or prince. Maya loves it. 

She had an odd obsession with the Joker and Harley Quin when she was younger. She had no idea how her parents even allowed her to purchase the comics back then but oh man she was obsessed with it. Forbidden romances just did something to her. But she wasn't stupid enough or delusional to think that sort of thing would be ethical in real life nor would it be safe. Sure she had fantasized about it but jumping into a vat of chemicals did not at all seem very appealing to her. 

Maya wasn't delusional enough to think she'd have some kind of forbidden romance with one of her patients. She had morals. As hot as Kurokawa Izana was, she wasn't stupid to think she'd have some Harley Quin and Joker type of romance. 

(Now years later as a psychiatrist, Maya realizes just how messed up Harley Quin and Joker's relationship was and how she does not at any cost want someone like that or want to be in a situation like that. She'd rather not.)

Some things were only appealing in books after all.

It's bright. Too bright as Maya's eyes open. She feels dull and groggy and sleepy and so many emotions at once but at the same time, none at all. Her mouth is dry and she feels numb. The event of last night went through her mind at a slower pace than she'd like. It felt like a stupid realistic nightmare. As her eyes adjust to the light she sees a white paneled exposed beam ceiling and a chandelier-looking thing. She wants to sit up, to move around but her body feels heavy. This certainly wasn't a hospital. That wasn't hospital white and the ceiling looked way too much like those beach houses in Okinawa she's seen on Airbnb. Maya groans quietly. Maybe she died or something and now she was in heaven. Had Izana killed her? Maybe. It was the most likely outcome after all. Maybe her body wasn't able to withstand the drugs he gave her and she died. "sleeping beauty is finally awake"

A familiar voice fills her ears. Okay, maybe she's not dead. That was slightly disappointing. "Kakucho make her sit up"

Maya then sees Kakucho hovering over her. He slides a hand under her head and the other around her waist, pulling her to sit up. Maya lets out a quiet ground and her body is leaned forward against Kakucho while he adjusts the pillows behind her and then gets her to lean back against them, now sitting up a little bit. The first thing she sees is Izana sitting in front of her on the bed. His hair is cut short, no longer shoulder length, a little curly now and there wasn't any stubble on his chin. Then she sees the huge open double doors behind him that led out to a deck that gave access to a... beach.

She was in Izana's beach house. 

Her breath gets a little shaky as she sees Kakucho leave the room after Izana waves his hand at him. She doesn't say anything. She isn't sure what to say. Her entire body feels heavy and she just feels gross. "you know I was really sure you'd overdose last night" Izana says leaning back on his hands "The dosage was pretty high... 'm surprised you lived"

The sunlight comes through the open door as well as a cool breeze. It's not really that hot out. It's probably still early in the morning considering she could see the sun still rising. The sky outside the doors lit up in shades of yellow and orange. The scent of salt water fills her senses and the calming sounds of waves crashing against the shore. But nothing about this moment was calming. Maru knows she should be panicking or at least trying to get up but her body feels oddly numb and exhausted. Her breath comes out shaky and eyes droop. She thinks she might pass out again as Izana moves closer, now sitting next to her. "You're taking this a lot worse than I did the first time they hooked me up with this shit" He mutters, his finger tapping against the top of her hand

Maya looked down and realized she had an IV in the back of her hand. It felt a little achy and kind of hurt. Izana takes hold of her chin and makes her look back up at him. "y'know what I'm givin' ya'?" He asks

Izana doesn't wait for her answer as he says the name of the drug slowly. Maya's heart drops. "you're giving me what they'd give you" she finally speaks, her voice cracking from the horrible realization

Izana was injecting her with the same drug the hospital director had told her and the other doctors to give him. The man glances over at the IV bag, a knowing smile curling his lip. Maya thinks she might throw up. An eye for an eye. Izana was the type who wanted revenge. That's why he killed Doctor Sawamura, the two other nurses and probably killed the Hospital Director too. Tears start to run down her cheeks without warning. A quiet sob leaves her. She can't move, can't get herself to do anything. Maya is terrified for her life right now and she doesn't know what to do. "awe~" Izana murmured with a mocking coo and cupped her cheek in one hand, gently brushing her tears away "Just givin' the same care you gave me, bunny. So whatcha' crying 'bout?"

Shuddery breaths leave her lips as she tries to silence her sobs. How was she even supposed to react? What was she supposed to do? It seemed like the only thing she was even able to do was cry. This whole situation was messed up. She wants to ask Izana, why her? Why hadn't he just killed her? Dying would have been a better outcome than being kidnapped. No one would even be looking for her. She was basically an orphan who lived alone with like 3 friends and student debt. Maya would just be at the bottom of the file of missing person cases— but that was if someone even noticed she was gone. If those guys with Izana had gotten into the hospital, killed a bunch of people and made it out without consequences then she doubts the police would even look into her. "who are you?" is the only stupid and cliche question she could get herself to ask

Izana just chuckles, letting go of her face. "I'm Kurokawa Izana... You already know that much" he says with a grin "I'm Tokyo Manji Gang's number 3"

Tokyo Manji Gang...?

Her mouth feels dry and now she just feels even more sick. Her 'patient' was Tokyo Manji Gang's number 3. He was a part of a fucking gang? Not just any gang but Tokyo-fuckin-Manji Gang that's on the news for all the heinous shit they do on the daily? A million thoughts run through Maya's head at once and the only conclusion she comes up with

"I'm fucked"

"Izana, there's a call for you" Kakucho calls from the door "It's Mikey"

Izana sighs in annoyance. "That brat never calls me and only ever does when I'm in the middle of something"

Maya has heard that name a few times. She thinks at least. "I'll be right back" Izana says and smiles at her

He smiles but she feels like throwing up on his face. Izana had apparently had his maid wash her and change her clothes because she was covered in blood. She felt a bit better knowing it was a woman who did so but also felt sick that someone had seen her naked. Izana ruffles her hair and gets up, leaving the room. Maya takes that chance. At this point, she'd take any chance she could get. Maya refuses to freeze up the same way she did back at the hospital. Her limbs are heavy but she moves her right hand over to her left and tries her best to pull the IV out as smoothly as possible. Izana hadn't offered her much explanation. He didn't tell her why she was here or why he was doing this. But then again Maya couldn't get herself to speak and ask either. It felt like she was using all her strength to pull the comforter off her legs and get off the bed. Her legs almost give out as she stands up. There were 5 doors in this room. One was the bathroom, another the closet, one to the rest of the house where Izana had just gone through and the double doors to the deck that led out to the beach. The choice of which to go through was easy. Maya stumbles over to the double doors, grasping at furniture on the way. "shit" she mutters as blood drips down where the IV had been pulled out

Medical bullshit aside, she couldn't afford to put pressure for two minutes with gauze. This was a life-and-death situation. As Maya grasps onto the door frame, her bare feet stepping onto the deck, the door of the bedroom opens again. Izana was back already. Maya's heart drops. God, she was so fucking scared. "Where are you going?" Izana however doesn't look mad but amused

"I don't know" Maya says, her voice shaky as she stumbles onto the deck

She had to get away from him. Without looking back to see if he was anywhere near her, Maya stumbles down the stairs of the deck, her feet hitting the warm sand. Her heart drops realizing there are no other houses around. Just the beach. For some reason, she runs towards the water. That was a stupid idea as there was really nowhere else to go. Izana was walking calmly towards her so she started to run along the shore. Maya's breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted along the beach, the sand slipping beneath her bare feet like shifting dunes. Her heart thundered in her chest, a frantic rhythm matching the pounding of the waves against the shore. But with each stride, the drug coursing through her veins weighed her down, turning her limbs to jelly. Izana pursued her with the patience of a predator stalking its prey. His steps were measured, deliberate, as if he knew she couldn't escape. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, a wolf toying with its helpless quarry. Maya could feel his presence looming behind her, a shadow growing darker with each faltering step she took. "Where do you think you're going, little bunny?" Izana's voice cut through the crashing of the waves, sending shivers down her spine "You can't outrun me"

Stumbling, she fell to her knees, the sand scraping against her skin like claws. Panic surged through her, urging her to rise and flee, but her body refused to obey. She pushed herself up, the world spinning around her in a dizzying blur. With every effort, she forced her legs to carry her forward, but they betrayed her, buckling beneath her weight. Izana's laughter echoed across the beach, a cruel melody that chilled Maya to the bone. He closed the distance between them with unhurried ease, his steps closing in like the final moments of a deadly chase. Each time Maya stumbled, he drew nearer, his amusement growing with every futile attempt to escape. "You're making this too easy, bunny," Izana taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "I told you there's no running from me."

Maya's chest heaved with each laboured breath as she struggled to keep moving, her feet sinking into the soft sand with each desperate step. "Let me go, Izana!" she yelled back, her voice raw with fear

But Izana's laughter rang out again, a chilling accompaniment to the crashing waves right next to them as she stumbles to the ground again. Determined to fight back, Maya scooped up a handful of sand and hurled it behind her, aiming for Izana's face. But her aim was off, and the grains of sand scattered harmlessly in the wind, missing their target entirely. Izana merely chuckled, his amusement growing with each failed attempt. "Is that the best you can do, bunny?" he taunted, his pace never faltering, never getting slower and never getting any faster than his leisure pace "You're just making this more fun for me."

Desperation clawed at Maya's throat as she pushed herself to her feet once more, her muscles screaming in protest. She knew she couldn't keep this up much longer, but she refused to surrender to Izana's twisted game of cat and mouse. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she forced herself to keep moving, praying for a miracle to deliver her from this nightmare. But as the distance between them dwindled, Maya knew that the wolf was closing in, and the bunny had nowhere left to hide. With a final burst of adrenaline, Maya pushed herself forward, her feet pounding against the sand as she raced toward the distant horizon. But her efforts were futile, her body betraying her with every stumble and falter. Izana's grin widened as he closed the remaining distance between them, his strides effortlessly closing the gap. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his hand closing around Maya's arm like a vice. She cried out in protest, but it was too late. In one fluid movement, Izana twisted Maya around, pinning her down to the sand with a force that stole her breath away. She struggled against his grip, her muscles screaming with the effort, but he held her fast, his strength overpowering her own. "Game over, Maya," Izana whispered, his voice a sinister whisper against the crashing waves

Maya's breath came in ragged gasps as she wriggled beneath Izana's firm grasp, the sand scratching against her skin. Summoning every ounce of strength she possessed, Maya kicked out wildly, her bare feet connecting with Izana's shins. He grunted in pain, but his hold remained unyielding. Instead, he sits down on her hips, pinning her down completely, holding her wrists on either side of her head. "Let me go" she whimpers "Let me go, I want to go home"

Maya's breath hitched as Izana shifted his weight, his presence pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt his grip tighten around her wrists, his strength overpowering her own. She thinks he's bruising her skin. "I can't do that," Izana murmured, his voice dripping with a chilling calmness "You don't get to go home."

Desperation clawed at Maya's chest as she struggled against him, her heart pounding in her ears. But Izana's hold was unbreakable. "Please," Maya pleaded, her voice cracking with anguish. "I just want to go home"

Izana's gaze bore into hers, a twisted mixture of amusement and contempt flickering in his eyes. "You don't belong there anymore, little bunny" he whispered

"stop calling me that" she cries as tears run down her cheeks

She probably has sand in her hair but that wasn't what she was worried about right now. The salty breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the faint scent of the ocean. Maya's heart hammered against her ribcage as she lay pinned beneath Izana, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But with each passing moment, his weight pressed down on her, crushing her spirit like a fragile flower beneath his boot. Izana's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like claws. "You can struggle all you want, bunny," he said, his voice cold and unyielding "But you'll never escape me."

Maya's chest constricted with fear as she stared up at him, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I'll find a way," she vowed, her voice trembling with determination

Izana's lips curled into a cruel smile, his amusement evident in the glint of his eyes. "We'll see about that," he replied, his voice laced with malice.

With a sudden surge of strength, Maya bucked beneath him, her muscles straining against his weight. But Izana remained unmoved, his dominance unshakeable. "Give up," he taunted, his breath hot against her skin "You're mine now."

But Maya refused to surrender to the darkness that threatened to consume her. With every ounce of strength she possessed, she fought against Izana's hold, determined to reclaim her freedom no matter the cost. But it was a task when that wretched drug was still coursing through her system. Izana was looking down at her the same way an owner would at their pet. She feels so sick and angry and scared. Izana's grip tightened around Maya's wrists, his hold unyielding as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "You're mine, little bunny," he hissed, the words dripping with…  possessiveness? "And there's nowhere for you to run."

Maya's breath caught in her throat at the venom in his tone. The nickname cut through her like a blade, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. She clenched her jaw, refusing to let him see the fear that churned within her even though he probably already knew she was terrified. But Maya refused to be in the same state as last night. She refused to freeze up and give in. "I'm not your bunny," she spat, her voice trembling with a poor attempt at defiance "I'm a person, not some helpless animal for you to toy with"

Izana's laughter echoed across the beach, a cruel sound that sent shivers down Maya's spine. "Oh, but you are, little bunny," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice "And you'll learn to obey me, just like a good little pet."

Anger surged through Maya's veins at his words, fueling her determination to break free from his grasp. With a sudden burst of strength, she lashed out, kicking him with all the force she could muster. But Izana merely chuckled, his hold tightening even further. It was like all her attempts at getting free were mere swats of flies. As Maya continued to struggle against Izana's grip, a sudden commotion drew their attention. Footsteps approached from the direction of the beach house, accompanied by the low murmur of voices. Maya's heart raced with hope as she prayed for someone to intervene, to save her from the clutches of her captor. Izana glanced over his shoulder, his grip loosening ever so slightly as he surveyed the newcomer. It was Kakucho. Maya feels even worse now. "What's going on Izana?" Kakucho asks as more men walk over behind him

Izana chuckled softly, his grip on Maya tightening once more as he looked down at her. "Just a stray trying to escape," he replied, his tone casual

Maya's heart sank at the realization that there would be no rescue, no salvation from the torment that awaited her. Trapped beneath Izana's dominance and with Kakucho standing by his side, she knew that her chances of escape were slim to none. Shion's eyes narrowed as they fell upon Maya, his lips curling into a sneer of disdain. "Looks like your rabbit is more trouble than you anticipated, Izana" Shion grunted, his voice rough

Izana's expression hardened as he tightened his grip on Maya's wrists, his dominance asserting itself in the face of the newcomers. "Just a little problem that needs to be dealt with" he replied, his voice dripping with confidence

The atmosphere on the beach turned tense. Maya thinks she might either pass out, cry or throw up, choke on her vomit and die. Shion stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over Maya and Izana as he loomed above them. "What do you want to do with her, boss?" he grunted, his voice a low rumble.

Izana's lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he regarded Maya with cold detachment. "We'll teach her a lesson" he declared, his tone sending a chill down Maya's spine 

There was a short moment of silence but Maya already knew her fate was sealed. "Is that really necessary?" Kakucho asks in a cold tone looking at his watch "It's already 10 am and you have a meeting with the dealers from Saudi in a few hours and—"

"Come on Kakucho, don't ruin the fun" Shion says nudging him 

Maya really wants Izana to agree with Kakucho and not with that motherfucker Shion. "Yeah don't ruin the fun, Kakucho" Izana mimics back, looking up at him 

With Izana's words, she knew that her fate was sealed. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Maya braced herself for the punishment that awaited her, her mind racing with thoughts of escape even as her body remained pinned to the sand. "Let go—" She tries again but this time, Izana slaps her across the face

He hits her so hard she bites her tongue. Any harder she would have bitten through her tongue. Maya's ears literally ring for a second and she thinks he could have sprained her damn neck with how hard that slap was. He slapped her a lot harder than Shion did last night but then again she was under the influence of Xanax during that and right now she was under the influence of some shitty sedative. "I don't remember any of us talking to you" He hisses lowly

Maya doesn't say anything after that. As much as she wants to get away, she also does not want to snap her neck due to the sheer force of Izana's slap. Instead she breaths all shaky, looking up at Izana who still hadn't gotten up from straddling her hips. He's just looking around for a moment then his gaze stops on the ocean right next to them. They're only a few inches away from where the sand is wet from the waves crashing onto it. "You guys wanna know a story?" Izana says all of a sudden

"Story?" the other random guy says

Izana giggles and Maya does not like the sound of it. "I once asked Manjiro what we should do. Y'know for a vacation... I was trying to be a good big brother" The white-haired man says as he looks down at Maya, putting more of his weight on her "Manjiro said we should go waterboarding in Guantanamo Bay"

Kakucho goes stiff as does Maya but Shion seems interested. "Where's Guantanamo Bay?" Shion asks

You're asking the wrong question Maya wants to scream at him but she stays silent. She really hopes this is going where she thinks it will. "Cuba" Izana says smiling all ominous and scarily

"Wait what's waterboarding?" Shion then asks

Izana looks down at Maya, a grin on his face. He doesn't answer Shion's question directly, just continuing his fucked up little story instead. "I told Kisaki, hey book our tickets, Manjiro wants to go waterboarding," Izana says giggling as if this was so fucking funny "Then Kisaki told me, Guantanamo Bay is a military prison to detain extraordinarily dangerous people and Mikey thinks he was being funny"

Yeah like yourself! Maya wanted to scream at him but kept her mouth shut. "And waterboarding is well..." Izana is still smiling as if anything about this conversation was funny "How about I give you a live demonstration, Shion? We have a few buckets don't we?"

As Shion and the other unnamed guy leave to get buckets a horrible realization dawns on Maya. No fucking way. No fucking way was Izana going to do that. Right? "W-Wait Izana let me go" she starts to squirm underneath him, hoping he'll get up or at least loosen his grip a little on her wrists so she could get loose and poke his eyes out and make him scream "Izana let me go!"

But Izana doesn't budge. He just smiles, looking down at her the same way an owner would look at their pet when they've accomplished a new trick. He's looking at her the same way a wolf looks when it catches its prey. Maya thinks she's going to be sick. "Izana..." Kakucho says slowly

Izana whips his head around and looks at Kakucho, his gaze is angry as he turns to him. "You already went against me once Kakucho. Shut up this time and just stand there and watch" That was a command

Tears run down her cheeks as Shion and the random thug come back with a bucket each and Izana instructs them to fill the buckets with ocean water. "Now, you'll aid me in demonstrating just what waterboarding is, right?" Izana's voice is low and condescending as he speaks to her

Maya frantically shakes her head no. "No, no, no, no— Izana" Maya cries desperately "Please no" 

She thought last night was scary, running through the empty halls of Sunshine Grove while drugged with a dangerous combination of Xanax and Rohypnal, but no. Right now was scary. Last night wasn't torture. This is torture. This is real torture and real raw fear. "You're so cute when you beg, bunny" Izana murmurs "I can see why Matsuno kept you around"

What?

But before she could internalize his words, Izana pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to her mouth and nose after letting go of her wrists. She tries to claw at his hands and even reach up for his face and poke out his eyes like she wanted but before she could, a bucket of water is poured onto her face. The ocean water is freezing cold and immediately, Maya's brain thinks she's going to die. Her eyes fall shut from the sting of the salty water. She's trashing around under Izana, pushing at his chest and arms to make him let go and panic quickly sets in. Water just keeps being poured onto her, wetting her and even Izana who's on top of her, still holding her down. It's even worse that the water is ice-cold since it was still so early. Even in those small intervals when the water wasn't being poured onto her, Maya couldn't breathe. She could merely let out small wheezes. At some point, Izana pulls the handkerchief away to let in some actual air but Maya's brain reacts too slow and water is poured onto her again right as she sucks in a desperate breath. The water is sucked into her lungs and nose and finally, finally, her world goes dark.

"shh~ shh~ let it out" Kakucho murmurs as he turns Maya onto her side after reviving her

She coughs out water, throwing it all up. Her fingers weakly grip the sand beneath her as she heaves in and out heavily, desperate to breathe again. Her vision is blurry, her damp hair is sticking to her neck and her clothes are wet. She's soaked to the bone and freezing cold. Her lungs hurt, her wrists are bruised and the gritty sand under her feels like sharp needles. Panic sets in. She almost died. No, she did just die. Maya almost drowned to death. She starts sobbing while Kakucho keeps her lying on her side in case her body needs to dispel any more water from her lungs so she doesn't choke on her own vomit and die. Izana wasn't here anymore, neither was Shion or that other guy. She turns onto her stomach trying to crawl away, her fingers digging into the ground as she tries to get up and run again. She crawls maybe just a few steps forward but Kakucho turns her over again onto her back. "Are you asking for him to do that again?" He hisses at her, pushing down a little on her  shoulder "Stay down"

Maya just sobs pitifully. She wanted to go home, back to her bed, back to where she was safe. It didn't matter if she was alone there. She just wanted to go back home and away from this place. Away from Izana. As Maya lay on the sand, her body wracked with sobs and her mind reeling from the trauma of nearly drowning, another figure approached the scene. In her peripheral vision, she can see someone approaching them. Unlike the formal attire Kakucho, Izana and Shion were wearing, this guy was wearing shorts and a hoodie and he was barefoot. But Maya doesn't turn her head to look at the newcomer. She just stares up at the blue sky with scattered white clouds. It was a beautiful fucking day. It felt like the world was mocking her. She's still freezing even with the sun shining down on her. "Mikey..." Kakucho greeted in a low voice, his tone deferential yet tinged with an underlying tension

Mikey. Oh. Mikey was here. The motherfucker who gave Izana the idea of waterboarding. If it weren't for him this wouldn't have even happened. After a moment of silence, Mikey or Manjiro or whatever this guy's name was because everyone was calling him different things, speaks up. "What's going on here, Kakucho?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Kakucho hesitated for a moment before responding, his gaze fixed on Maya who was still heaving and sobbing. "Just a little mishap," he replied, his tone guarded

Mikey's eyes narrowed as he studied Maya, his jaw set in a hard line. "Is she going to be a problem?" he asked, his voice cold and calculating

Kakucho shook his head, his grip on Maya's shoulder tightening slightly. "No, she won't be," he assured, his tone firm

As Maya continued to sob, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear, Mikey's gaze softened imperceptibly. He approached her slowly, his footsteps measured and deliberate. Kneeling down beside her torso. Maya can see his face now. Mikey or Manjiro is hovering over her. She was expecting tan skin, lilac eyes and white hair like Izana's but instead, she was met with pale skin, bottomless black eyes, shoulder-length messy black hair and a single diamond stud in each ear. Unlike Izana, Mikey did not have even a trace of emotion in his eyes(But just like Izana, Mikey is also extremely attractive). It scares Maya so much that she stops sobbing, just silent tears running down the sides of her face and she's no longer hyperventilating. "This is the doctor, right? Kaneko... Maya...?" Mikey speaks slowly

Mikey hand comes up and Maya flinches, thinking he is going to slap her but instead, he touches her forehead, brushing the wet strands of her hair away from her face. Maya can't get herself to look away. She feels like she's losing herself in Mikey's eyes but not in the same way she'd lose herself in Chifuyu's eyes. Mikey's black eyes were a bottomless pit. Like a void. It was scary and unsettling. But his touch was oddly gentle. "yeah, she is" kakucho confirms

Another moment of silence filled with the waves crashing in the background as Mikey takes hold of the gold butterfly pendant necklace she was wearing. "she looks like..."

But Mikey doesn't continue what he says and lets go of the neck then just gets up and leaves without a word. A few moments later Kakucho lifts Maya up bridal style. She shivers. She was freezing cold and Kakucho's hands were warm. She looked up at Kakucho who was looking ahead as he carried her back to the beach house like she weighed nothing. There was a bruise on his jaw and his lip was split. Despite how shitty she feels right now, Maya can't help herself from asking "What happened to your face?"

Kakucho didn't look at her as he answered. "A punishment for opening the door for you"

Maya furrows her brows about to ask what he meant by that but then she remembers last night when she wasn't able to get the door of room 401 open in her drugged state. Kakucho opened it for her? And he got punished for it? Maya doesn't think she wants any elaboration on why so she stays silent and tries to figure out what to do next as her lungs continue to burn.

She's showered and clean, no longer smelling like ocean water. Maya hadn't been able to put her face directly under the shower, immediately reminded of the cruel torture she had been through and had just stuck to cupping her hands together to fill them with water and splashing it on her face, the same way you would when washing your face in the sink. Her clothes were here for some reason. Like the ones from her house. All her toiletries, clothes, jewelry, everything. Had they been in her house? Probably. Maya doesn't want to ask anymore more questions she doesn't want to know the answers too. "I hope the soup tastes fine" Kakucho says as he closes the double doors leading out to the deck and locks it with a key

Kakucho brought her food after she was done showering. She didn't feel like eating but he insisted that it would make her feel better after throwing up. "yes it's fine" she says quietly

Maya avoids looking at the IV bag hung up next to her. There is a bandaid on her hand on the area where she had ripped the IV catheter out. She can still faintly feel the effects of the drug in her. Her lap is covered with the comforter and a tray is in her lap with the bowl of soup. She drinks the soup slowly. Apparently Izana and Mikey or Manjiro or whatever were still here. She could hear another guy arguing with Mikey and telling him to dress properly for the dealer from Saudi as first impressions were key. "Why can't you let me go?" Maya asks Kakucho

Kakucho looks at her. He has a look of uncertainty in his eyes. "Y-You know this is wrong too! I didn't do anything... Can't you tell Mr. Kurokawa to let me go?" She was desperate at this point

Maya didn't want to go through any of what happened earlier this morning again. Kakucho knew this was wrong too. That's why he opened the door for her last night. He sighs and after a long moment of silence, Kakucho finally speaks. "It is immoral and wrong but I have sworn my life to him. Nothing you say or do or how much you cry and beg will make me go against him"

With that, Kakucho leaves, locking the door behind him. In the loneliness of the large room giving her the view of the beach, Maya breaks down again.

The sun is setting when Izana comes back, lighting up the room in shades of bright orange. Maya was unfortunately in a situation— kneeling in front of the double doors trying to pick the lock with bobby pins. Her hands drop from the lock, her cheeks flush from embarrassment and eyes fill with fear. It's two contrasting emotions that are making her brain confused. But she’s more afraid than anything. Maya hadn’t seen Izana since he literally waterboarded her. She’s afraid. Oh man does she hope he doesn’t do it again. Drowning was not a peaceful way to go, especially the torturous way of waterboarding. Right now, she expects Izana to be mad but instead, he laughs. He's mocking her. Maya's heart sinks as she hears Izana's mocking laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. She knows she's been caught red-handed, her attempt at escape thwarted by her captor's return. She rises to her feet, using the door as support as her body is still too weak to stand on its own, her hands trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. Izana strides over to her, his laughter echoing in the large room. "Well, well, well," he says between chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes "I must say, little bunny, you're full of surprises."

Maya's stomach churns at the cold amusement in his tone, but she forces herself to meet his gaze, her hands falling limply to her sides. "I... I was just..."

"Just what?" Izana interrupts, his smirk widening. "Trying to escape? I have to admit, I didn't think you had it in you, especially after this morning"

Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Maya's defiance flickers to life, pushing back the need to curl up and cry. "You can laugh all you want," she says, her voice trembling but firm "But I won't give up. I'll find a way out of here, no matter what. You can't keep me here"

Izana's laughter subsides, replaced by a calculating gleam in his eyes. "Oh, little bunny," he says, his tone almost pitying. "You really think you can outsmart me? You're in for a rude awakening."

With a cold smile, he reaches out and grasps her arm, his grip firm but not unkind. "But I admire your spirit," he adds, a hint of sincerity underlying his words. "Just remember, there's nowhere you can go that I won't find you"

Maya's eyes blaze with fury as Izana leads her away from the door, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and despair. They stand in the opulent master bedroom of the beach house, the soft hues of twilight painting the room in an ethereal glow.

Her defiance flares anew as Izana releases her arm, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of amusement and contempt. "You know, bunny," he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain, "this could be a lot more enjoyable for both of us if you just accepted your fate"

He makes her lay back down on the bed, supporting her body with an arm around her waist, doing it the same way she would do to him back at the hospital when the drug made it hard for him to stand. Izana sits next to her, twisting the stands of her hair between his fingers. "I'll kill you" she hisses angrily

"such big words from a doctor with iron deficiency" Izana mocks

That was childish. Izana leans down over her and her heart drops to her stomach. Izana's lips inch closer, and Maya's body feels like it's encased in concrete. The drug coursing through her veins makes every movement a laborious effort. She tries to lift her arm to push him away, but it feels like it weighs a ton. Izana's taunts echo in her ears, but Maya can't summon the strength to respond. She feels helpless, trapped in her own body as Izana looms over her. With each passing moment, Maya's world narrows to the sensation of Izana's breath on her skin and the overwhelming heaviness dragging her down. "You're so pretty" He whispers

Finally, his lips meet hers. It's messy. Mostly because Maya is trying to bite Izana but when he catches her bottom lip between his teeth and his hand wraps around her throat with his thumb pressing down lightly against her windpipe, she already knows what the threat is and stops fighting back. Her hands lay limply on either side of her head as he coaxed her mouth open to slip his tongue inside. The kiss is still messy but it was almost the same way Chifuyu kissed her. No, as Izana shifts himself on top of her and takes one her hands to lace their fingers together, it feels just like how Chifuyu kissed her.

With need. Raw desire that made her body tremble.

But this wasn't the same situation. She wanted that and this was just— "see" Izana murmured as he pulled away for a moment, a string of saliva connecting their lips "This can be so much easier and enjoyable if you just gave in. I wouldn't have to hurt you for being annoying like earlier"

Behind him, the sun is setting. The room is lit up in pretty shades of orange. This would have been so much more romantic if it was Chifuyu.

He knows you're pretty, he just doesn't love you.

Maya feels sick again. It was stupid to think about Chifuyu in a time like this especially when he didn't even pick up her phone. "Why don't you just let me go? My friends are going to notice I'm gone and—"

"You mean Matsuno Chifuyu?" He asks cutting her off

Maya's heart drops. "Or that bastard Hanemiya Kazutora?" Izana sneers the name

With each name it makes her feel even more hopeless and scared. "How about Manjiro's childhood friends Mituya Takashi and Shiba Hakkai..." Izana is giggling as if it's something funny but Maya thinks she's going to throw up hearing the words childhood friends "Maybe Manjiro's best friend Ryuguji Ken will save you!"

Her heart beats fast, pounding against her ribcage making her bone physically ache. Best friend? Childhood friends? What? "C'mon little bunny" Izana coos as he cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone "They're all former Toman members. Why would they save you?"

All semblance of hope shatters in that moment. No one was coming for her. Maya was a fucking orphan, the guy she has been in love with since middle school was a former member of Tokyo Manji Gang and she lived alone. No one was coming for her. Maya didn't have any other friends from school she kept in contact with. It was hopless. This was hopeless. “No one saves a stray dog” he whispers

That was right. No one saves a stray dog. No one loves a stray dog. No one was coming for her so she'll have to save herself. "If you kill me I'll haunt you" she threatens, it's the only thing that she manages to say

Izana as usual, seems amused. "Oh, will you?" his breath caresses her lips as he leans down again

"You kill me I'll make sure you don't forget me... I'll fucken haunt you Izana" Maya hisses, one of her hands weakly coming up to grab his dress shirt, eyes filled with rage "I'll haunt your fucking soul. You won't forget me"

Izana smiles, laughing as he leans in to kiss her again. But that was a promise. Maya would leave her mark on him. The longer he drags this out the more she'll make him suffer with her. If no one loves a stray dog then she’ll be a mutt. She’ll be a vicious mutt and leave a scar of her teeth in Izana for him to remember her by even after he puts her down. She refuses to go down without a fight.

If she was going down, Izana was going down with her.

notes: lol happy birthday to me and here is my party gift - trauma :) I am now unfortunately 20.

Mikey wears earrings because I said so. Also uh, lol Maya has iron deficiency, the only things she’s fighting is standing up too fast and getting dizzy.

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[gaykarstaagforever]

In anticipation of DMing, I got all worked up trying to make quickdraw combat charts for common enemies and worried I wasn't going to remember how to do the rolls. But then in the 7 hour session the two players did combat exactly once, against scared teenagers who didn't even fight back, because I made it a non-magical world and they were terrified of getting crippled by damage.

Which was me bloody POINT. If everyone wants to battle all the time, go play a battle card game. Roleplaying means playing a role, and not everyone should be "the sociopath who hits everyone". What kind of shit story would that make? And even the person in the world who acts like that should pay dearly for it, for the sake of everyone else.

"YEAH BUT THIS IS FANTASY! I WANT TO UNWIND BY CASTING FIREBALLS AND STABBING DRAGONS!"

Fine. And some people in the real world unwind by murdering and butchering woodland creatures they don't need for food. And I don't enjoy that, either.

I get wanting to hit things when you're mad, and wanting to feel powerful when you're feeling powerless. But if that is all you're interested in exploring...maybe deal with the circumstances that are leading to you being so angry about being kicked around all the time? Because if you're using roleplaying as free emotional therapy, it 100% becomes that to you. Which means you NEED it to be that. Which means if it ever isn't that, then you don't get your release, and now you're feeling pent-up and deprived, that someone has STOLEN your medicine from you, which makes them your ENEMY, and...!

This is why people send death threats when Star Wars doesn't have enough wordless lightsaber duels. This is why some Tolkien-loving racists yell about how it is a personal attack on them that they're suddenly not allowed to use this fantasy world to pretend Black people aren't a thing anymore. This is why there are 40 year old men who bothered everyone for YEARS because we didn't agree with them that a movie where the Joker kills people because he mad, no gf, is somehow insightful social commentary.

Combat encounters and item fetch quests are a part of roleplaying, to give people stuff to do. But as is cliché, the real treasure is the friends we make along the way. Or how we creatively destroy our enemies so totally we never have to deal with their bullshit ever again. And that's all politics and diplomacy and maintaining a consistent reputation.

It is playing a role, on an adventure. People who kill hundreds of wolves and bandits outside of a video game world aren't badass heroes, they're the monsters the real heroes are trying to put down.

Also what kind of human government in a fantasy universe lets packs of OP randos wonder over private land, engaging in pitched magic-and-poison battles in the middle of standing crops, leaving looted corpses to rot all over? What even is the point of having a government if you pay taxes to it and it lets this shit go on? The suspension of disbelief demanded here undercuts the fun of any of this. I don't care what I do or about this world because it is arbitrary and amoral and nonsensical.

Lex Luthor is a great supervillain for Superman literally because Superman could easily murder him in an instant, but if he does that he's the bad guy, so instead he has to stand by and let Luthor fuck with him. And Lex does. But Superman is so much more powerful than Lex that Lex has to struggle to constantly come up with new ways to get around him. That's a rich relationship to mine. Forcing them to interact with these limitations is exciting, to see how they're going to navigate through that.

Plus let's be honest, here. Violent power fantasies require the person having the fantasy to be the ONE person getting to do that. People want to be Merlin and Conan, they don't want to be one of the 200,000 guys running around armed with the same ice spell and dragonbone sword. No one fantasizes about being just another mundane whoever, but now in a place with minotaurs. So why do people run campaigns that are 100% that? Even in your supposed exciting fantasy adventure where you are The One, you aren't The Only One. Who the hell wants to play working their way up to being The President of Wizards?

I want to be THE wizard! Otherwise you've just added spellcasting to petty workplace politics. Now who is ruining fantasy with mundane real-world shit?

#personal #dnd #rant

[brbnightmares]

lana del rey vs. the joker

internet gawkers are quick to call out how people (read: women and girls) romanticize, fake, and overstate trauma. for attention, for clout, or as an excuse for their behavior.

people are quick to point and laugh at "i'm the joker" types too... but there is a whole world of men, boys, and school shooters who fantasize about being psychotic and will stop at nothing to convince people they are really going through it.

qanon shamen jacob chansley released from prison for his Jan. 6th crimes is now uploading videos as the literal joker in budget face paint doing his hooting and hollering like he has ACTUALLY LOST IT and internet commenters falling for it. or at least going along with it because they like the story of him suffering from psychosis, it makes him more pathetic.

ethan crumbley, mass murderer from michigan, leaving his journal and drawings around his home and classrooms conspicuously with drawings of pentagrams and demons with frenzied text claiming "I HAVE TO KILL THEM SO THE VOICES STOP HAHAHAHAHA."

who needs the excuses more? and who is having them granted? women with abusive ex-boyfriends that can't process a bad day without using heavy handed therapy jargon, or violent reprobates that kill people? who is actually just venting and who exactly is BEGGING FOR ATTENTION?

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**Character quirks**

-Being addicted to Caramello candy bars is a strange quirk, for sure.

-Loves mopping floors (it's zen-like for them).

-Keeps outside Christmas lights up all year and at times uses them to make their home easier to locate.

-Always taking notes.

-Has to have the most up-to-date technology.

-Fascination with fire.

-Flosses teeth in public.

-Watches people live streaming on the Internet instead of regular TV shows or movies.

-Huge fan of horror movies.

-Dips french fries into mayonnaise instead of ketchup.

-Sensitivity to bright light.

-Driven by revenge and anger.

-Doesn't like to wear shoes; would rather go barefoot.

-Low talking often leads to funny situations, especially during times of stress.

-Keeps an unlit cigar in their mouth most of the time.

-Someone who has no ambition or goals in life.

-Always takes more napkins than needed at fast-food restaurants.

-A practical joker that always takes things way too far.

-A woman who paints each fingernail a different color (toes, too); or all of them a very unique color that really stands out (glow in the dark?)

-Someone with a dark sense of humor.

-Having a limited vocabulary.

-Wears an eye patch just to look cool.

-Chews on the necks of shirts.

-Curses a lot and in very graphic ways.

-Never tells the whole truth.

-Blames others for their failures.

-Smacks or swats instead of punching when in a fight.

-Wears hoodies all the time.

-Reluctant leaders either make really good leaders or really bad leaders.

-Cries or tears easily.

-Shy around women.

-Pants always tucked into boots.

-Someone who has lots of power, but doesn't want the responsibility of it.

-Never talks at AA meetings.

-Can't hold down a job.

-Stockpiles staple items like toilet paper, trash bags, and aluminum foil.

-Quick to anger (and to pummel).

-Likes to click their pen constantly.

-Owns a motorcycle instead of a car.

-Wears rims, but no prescription, which gives them the appearance of wearing glasses.

-Doesn't like their name being on any kind of list.

-Doesn't take anything seriously.

-Very easily attracts static electricity.

-Power hungry.

-Wears the same type of shirt all the time.

-Listens to Spanish songs, but doesn't understand the language.

-A hairdresser that likes to purposely pull their customers' hair.

-Has a weak handshake.

-Wears a rubber band around their wrist (to snap).

-Turned on by violence.

-Loves puzzles.

-Only eats sandwiches; a wide variety of sandwiches, but only sandwiches none the less.

-Always hot.

-Always cold.

-Likes to make people feel uncomfortable.

-Quick to honk the horn and scream when driving.

-Likes to jump line.

-Fantasizes about being a professional thief.

-Likes attention.

-Numb to the world around them.

-Grew up dirt poor.

-Uses unnecessarily long words to impress and confuse people.

-Great sense of humor.

-No sense of humor.

-Missing a pinky toe on each foot.

-Hard to understand.

-Takes their time when eating.

-Is a big fan of sardine sandwiches.

-Would rather throw away food than eat it as leftovers the next day.

-Likes to eat breakfast foods for dinner and vice-versa.

-Has a lot of cats.

-Artist who can draw everything well except faces.

-Chews gum all the time.

-Sweats easily and in abundance.

-Doesn't sweat.

-Very memorable and unique laugh (snorts, wheezes, etc.).

-Bad at lying.

-Always needs to get the last word in when arguing with someone.

-Repulsed by old clothes.

-Everything they own they got at yard sales or flea markets.

-Can't swim.

-Never fights back or sticks up for themselves.

-Soft-spoken.

-Always has a notebook and pen.

-Well-spoken.

-Sniffs their nose all the time.

-Sweaty palms.

-Likes to watch people from afar using binoculars.

-Talks really fast.

-White trash and doesn't realize.

-White trash and doesn't care.

-Won't speak up.

-Puts water on cereal instead of milk.

-Talking to all kinds of animals, even insects; sometimes just to say "hello".

-Refuses to kill household pests.

-Easy to impress.

-Not so easy to impress.

-Ambidextrous (the ability to use either hand equally well).

-Out of shape.

-Not afraid to say "no".

-Types in all caps in chat rooms.

-A collector of small things; it doesn't matter what kinds of things, just that they're small. I actually know someone like this and has whole cabinets full of tiny things; they don't even showcase or show off their collection in any way.

-Bad dancer.

-Constantly flirts with everyone.

-Colorblind.

-Does not forget... or forgive.

-Crossed eyes.

-Snorting when laughing especially hard (as a result they try not to laugh).

-Sings out loud.

-Really smart in one particular area of expertise.

-Hair twisting or twirling is often done due to insecurity according to some.

-Very bad breath.

-Finds people with foreign accents irresistible.

-Has lots of debt.

-Likes frozen Reece's Cups.

-Extremely demanding of everyone in their lives, whether it be in the workplace or at home with friends and family.

-Talking all the time.

-Uses one finger to type on keyboard.

-A real suck up to anyone with power, and isn't afraid to change their loyalty if they see an advantage.

-An avid reader of comic books that considers them on the same level as well-known literary novels.

-Shaky hands (let's hope they're not a dentist).

-Stroking or playing with hair all the time.

-A person who wears broken watches because they like the way they it feels on their wrist.

-A bad stutter when nervous or scared (this would be great if used in a horror movie).

-A high school dropout.

-Someone who sleeps naked because they get a better night's sleep.

-Chewing on shirt collar.

-Intimidating due to a physical trait such as height, beauty, etc.

-Persuasive and charismatic.

-Talking to themselves out loud where others can hear.

-Smelling books (especially older ones).

-Always being tired means slow reaction time.

-Will not shake hands; likes to bow instead.

-Bad memory.

-Someone who has (and shares) lots of useless information.

-Someone who likes the chest poke when arguing with someone.

-No respect for authority.

-Drives 20 mph slower than the posted speed limit.

-unusual love language (bullying,biting,etc.)

**Character personality traits**

-smart

-dangerous

-passionate

-creative

-affectionate

-talkative

-funny

-sensible

-sincere

-helpful

-boring

-diplomatic

-kind

-bossy

-patient

-trustworthy

-reliable

-organized

-charming

-dependable

-disciplined

-cheap

-stupid

-crazy

-nervous

-fearless

-lazy

-cheeky

-jealous

-messy

-popular

-selfish

-nice

-fair

-loyal

-dishonest

-rude

-cruel

-wild

-greedy

-stubborn

-rowdy

-brave

-ugly

-athletic

-fast

-slow

-pretty

-spicy

-apathetic

-weak

-tough

-shy

-determined

-strong

-humble

-ambitious

-loud

-wise

-friendly

-clumsy

-perfectionist

-amusing

-scary

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Hello! I really wanted to say hello to you and thank you so much for leaving comments on my DC meta. I always wanted to hold a conversation with one of my favourite fanfic writers before, so thank you.

Also, you were so right about all those other comics being moments where Batman was thinking about letting Joker die. I completely forgot that he does that in Cacophony and it’s so blatant to 😂. Really just adds to the fact that Batman doesn’t entirely need him which is also funny, because, from the same comic I was citing, Joker specifically tells Batman that he needs him and Batman’s face is so BLANK in return 😂😂

Hi! Nothing to thank me for, I like reading meta as much as I like writing it, so it's always great to engage in discussion with people holding similar interests. And thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you enjoy my writing <3

(Here's the post mentioned.) Yeah, Joker very much succeeds in tempting Bruce constantly to kill him or let him die, he just doesn't succeed in breaking his self-control :)) Bruce basically says he fantasizes about torturing and killing Joker every day in UtrH. He only draws the line at actually doing it. And lmao about Bruce's entirely blank face... painful but very in-character. I mean he never takes Joker's sentimental confessions seriously, since (as I said elsewhere) he thinks Joker is doing it to mock him and get under his skin. Which he's not entirely wrong about.

#thank you for the ask! #asks #personal #batman #joker