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NOT AMELIA PLEASEEE THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING, MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA 😭😭❗❗ WHAT'S WITH THAT TEASER?????!!UDUIWOEQJWKQKQ WHAAAAAAT? I'M SCARED

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in honor of recent events. here are all of my favorite clyde perry photos. I love you husband #2.

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clyde perry

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SPOILERS FOR THE UNDER SURVEILLANCE EVENT BELOW

I don’t know if this makes any sense but the reagent may have escaped the sinyala facility but they didn’t escape Murkoff? Like on the mountains it has the metal poles which could lead to a connection towards outlast 2/Sullivan Knoth’s cult? I don’t know

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hihi... do you still accept idv requests?? if not, feel free to trash this! anyway, I'd like to request ithaqua with a childhood friend! s/o... 🤏🤏

Chat Log Name : It’s you, It’s me.

Chat log description : six headcanons with a childhood friend s/o and Ithaqua!

online users : Ithaqua,childhood friend! s/o

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : Gender-neutral reader, Semi-lore accurate to Ithaqua’s backstory. ‼️

Childhood Friend! Ithaqua who accidentally formed a a friendship with you when you had accidentally went off the common trail from the village and he does help you get back to the outskirts of the village. As you originally tried to get him to come with you but he eventually refused.

Childhood friend! Ithaqua who noticed that you’re always going off of the trail; seemingly on purpose but always helps you because he feels a sort of a connection that he’s never felt before.

Childhood friend! Ithaqua who slowly opens his heart to you and you do the same. As for the first time his heart flutters when you both hold hands as it was always in the greenery of the meadow that he showed you during the spring when it was most bountiful with wild fruits that would stain your fingers or lips from the sweet juices.

Childhood friend! Ithaqua who notices the slight change in your behavior when winter comes—notices the distant behavior that you never had before. He notices the way that you don’t enter the woods anymore but he thinks it’s because of the weather right and he notices your sudden disappearance and he looks all over for you. Till, he hears your voice but it’s not happily laughing nor when occasionally he wiped away your sobs rather it was screams of anguish—of pure utter anguish.

Childhood friend! Ithaqua’s who is shocked when he sees his own face staring back at him—the face that made the cries of anguish escape from your lips. He can’t take it anymore—his hands are covered with blood but the damage was done, you had crumbled beneath his eyes but he tries his best to not frighten you.

Childhood friend! Ithaqua who comes the shared little cottage in the woods to not see you there—he get scared while the what ifs circle through his head. As an envelope with an open red seal was on the wooden table with your bowl of stew that was now cold. He needed to find you no matter what it took and it could handle the blood on his hands if it meant that you could finally look at him without the mask that he wore to protect your mind that had distorted your perception of himself.

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! 🕊

Chat Log Name : Father knows best!

chat log description : Doctor Easterman notices something different from his favorite reagent as he needs to snip this defiance because he knows best.

online users : Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman, Reagent! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, Blow jobs, Second POV, Torture, Semi-canonical behavior towards Amelia, Father Kink, Gender Neutral Reader, Minor injuries, Unhealthy behaviors, OOC! Dr. Easterman. ‼️

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The needles dug into thin layers of flesh while your hands gripped the metal armchairs. Your eyes burned at the slight of the light that seemed to cover your own body—you knew that this was going to happen. You were a mouse caught in a rat-trap.

The room had no cameras, no windows; a pure blind spot in the Sinyala facility while the room was coated in thin layers of dried blood that wasn’t yours and some spots of fresh blood that came from the dribbled puncture wounds that he pressed into your skin.

“Who am I?” His sleeves were rolled up. “I picked you off the streets. I tried to make you into something beautiful.”

“Doc—“ A painful groan escaped from your lips.

A painful jolt from the needles made your eyes dart wildly around.

“Wrong,” he scolded.

His shoes clicked on the cold floor as his hand grabbed your bloodied face, his thumb pressed on the open gash on the left side of your face. Your body squirmed and thrashed at the sudden pain that spread through your body.

“Who am I?” He asked once more, still pressing on the open gash.

“Fa—Father,” you cried out.

“That’s a good boy/girl.” His hand grazed your jawline. “See it wasn’t that hard, right?”

“No…no, father,” you mumbled.

The familiar hissing noise of the restraints unlocking as you lifted your hands out of the restraints then back to him with a slight concerned look.

“You’re so good for me but…” His grip tightened, slightly. “You were observed picking up schematics throughout the therapy. You know that she is imaginary—she cannot take you away from me because only I can tell you when you can go and you are not ready.”

The green gas embedded itself into your lungs, his eyes watched you run around the room then you had collapsed over your own footing; mumbling and whining as if you were in actual pain. He stepped towards your fallen figure, watching your muscles contract; they were rapidly repeating the cycle more than you can handle.

“I know what can cure your current situation.” He pulled out from his pocket an antidote. “Look what I have here.”

His hand gently swatted away your hands that tried to ruthlessly take it from his hand.

“No manners, I thought that you were better than this,” he scolded, lightly.

“Ple—please,” you groaned in pain.

“Please, what?” He inquired. “Answer me properly.”

“Please…please give it to me, father,” you gasped, weakly.

Your trembling hands gripped the antidote that he gave you while the burning sensation left when you inhaled in the antidote. Your watery eyes looked at him, his cold hand held your cheek—the metal of his wedding ring cooled down the heat of your warm skin.

“You are forgetting your place,” he stated. “You need to listen to me, not this imaginary person. You’re lying to yourself by listening to her delusions. You just need a reminder, right? Because father knows best.”

The cigarette smoke clung to him as if it was now a part of him. He stood in front of you, cautiously wiping away the slobber from your lips.

“Father’s just stressed.” He sat back on the chair that he pulled closer to you. “You know what to do. I don’t have to tell you, right?”

You pulled yourself up to your knees and went closer to him, between his legs. Your hands carefully undid his belt buckle and pulled out his erection from his boxers.

—You must’ve been doing something right as his hand was pushing you further down to satisfy his needs that only seems to increase due to him groaning and praising you for your good behavior…More of his praise, more of— You stuttered at sucking as the electrical shock ran through your body.

“See,” he scolded, lightly. “You were…getting ahead of yourself again.”

“I’m…I’m sorry, father,” you responded.

“That’s a good boy/girl for apologizing,” he praised. “You know that I didn’t want to shock you, right? I had to because you were not listening.”

His hand guided you back to sucking as it seemed like an eternity while the sudden taste of saltiness exploded into your mouth. His hand pulled you off and looked down at you as his breathing was slightly rapid.

“You need to listen to me,” he stated. “She is only trying to undo your progress to your new birth.”

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Are we still breathing?

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Molly O’Shea

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Sadie Adler fanart

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javier with the pretty hair :)

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Imagine a little Bruce Wayne helping his mom cooking?

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Papa V … no words.

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TOBIAS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I WANNA GO TO BED ‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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Chat Log Name : Don’t tell me you’re not the same person!

chat log description : Six headcanons for Arkham Knight! Jason Todd with a S/O!

online users : Arkham Knight! Jason Todd, GN! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : OOC! Jason Todd, Kidnapping, Treatment of past injuries. ‼️

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd who kidnaps you first since he just wants to keep you safe from the actions that he was willing to commit to Gotham despite the little voice whispering in his mind that you betrayed him also but you didn’t.

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd who tries to be a different person when he does—he tries to be closed off. He needs to be closed off since he isn’t the Jason Todd who held your hand or had your hand on his forearm.

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd who takes a very long while to actually warm up to you again despite wanting to hold you—to feel another person’s warmth across his but he can’t. He just can’t let his defenses fall down just in case…

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd who used to wear his armor to sleep because he doesn’t want to get hurt by anyone since he’ll be inflicting the pain this time. But when he does wear comfortable clothes and has a layer of compression garment or he’s self-wrapping the aching areas on his back that he can reach with athletic tape and wrap.

Arkham knight! Jason Todd who finally lets you hold his hand even for a moment and he’s slowly warming up to you again. He finally lets you help him with his wrapping to help ease the constant aching from his back and other areas but doesn’t let you touch his face—he can’t.

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd who can’t be the Jason that you once knew and he wants you to understand that. Jason who makes sure that you’re safe after the Cloudburst got activated and he holds your hand even if he causes chaos to the City that leaves irreversible scars on him.

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Chat log name : Will you return me to the Robin’s beak?

chat log description : Bruce sees the reality of his life, the life that was meant to be rather than a man still living in a house that holds old memories rather than present memories.

online users : Bruce Wayne, Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : Third POV, Nicknames used for Reader (Chum), OOC! Bruce Wayne, Slight body horror. ‼️

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Bruce opened and closed his palms—he swore that he was in his office. His trembling eyes looked around the room while his brows furrowed—home. The overwhelming smell of home stung his nose, fresh polish and a missing blanket from his bed.

He heard his bedroom door creak open, revealing you with that smile that was always plastered on your face. He crumbled to his knees, his blurry vision looked over to the covered mirrors—could he finally uncover the mirrors now?

He felt your embrace; as it always should be. Soft and warm—his hands held your face and his blue eyes watered with tears, only seeing the minimal scars on your face from patrols; no discoloration from broken sockets or blood-stained clothes.

“Happy birthday, [Name].” He smiled. “Let’s go to that one store you kept on eyeing for the past week.”

Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed together and the streets of Gotham weren’t as crowded as usual despite it being around the time where it would feel overwhelmingly packed as the familiar melody of occasional honking of cars passed by with the whistling wind that tried to whisper in his ear but he didn’t seem to listen.

Bruce adjusted his grip with the couple of shopping bags that he placed into the trunk of the car. He pulled you closer to him while you both walked on the sidewalk towards the next shop that you had been eyeing.

“Chum.” His hand rested on your shoulder. “Stay close to me. I can’t lose you—“

Your face grew into a disappointed frown at him—flickering lightbulbs outside of buildings while you stood around him.

A hand gripped Bruce’s shoulder and worried eyes stared at him.

“Mister Wayne, do you know where you are?” The passerby asked. “Do you see thi—“

Bruce’s eyes watered at the sudden light, rubbing his eyes and looking over to You. Looking at the breathing—the way your eyes still held the shine that he always wanted to keep. The shine that made him believe that not everything in Gotham was corrupted—a slight possibility that there was someone worth fighting for to make Gotham city, a somewhat safer place to raise young ones that won’t suffer in her cruel arms to forcibly smother anything good and sweet to force an unwanted evolution rather than a natural evolution.

His eyes looked over to you, his hand held your soft tiny face with that familiar smile. It felt that only his and your footsteps existed in the world despite the world being a marching of footsteps that went forwards, backwards and in circles. Till it stopped and he noticed it.

“What are you staring at, chum?” He stopped, noticing you stare into an alleyway. “Did something catch your attention?”

“I thought I saw something over there,” you replied.

His lips grew into a slight frown as he saw a purple glove waving at him from the darkness and he shook his head; letting the pain slip away.

“Nothing can hurt you when I’m here, chum,” he said.

“You always say that,” you groaned.

You managed to get ahead of him despite him reaching out to grab you but the fabric of your coat slipped from his fingertips.

Feeling the sudden waves of people passing by him faster and faster. He pushed against the tides, each step that he did felt heavy, making him slightly stagger. He rubbed his temples through blurred vision—seeing a whiteboard with writing, a familiar beeping noise that echoed and an empty leather.

He shook his head and breathed in Gotham air that burned his lungs but looked up to see that he stood on the steps of the store that you entered. He stepped in but a hand gripped him down, another passerby that looked at him with the glares of concern in their eyes.

“Mister Wayne, can you hear me?” Their eyes continued to stare at him. “Do you know what—“

Bruce pulled his hand away from them and stepped into the store—seeing the decorations scattered around and customers entering the store and leaving. The noise of paper bags opening to be filled with contents as Bruce wandered the store—looking through the aisles, his heart dropping with each step that he couldn’t find you.

The music in the store echoed throughout the aisles, his hand squeezed the heart that worried when he turned the corner of the aisle. He saw you, looking at objects for him to buy.

“There you are, chum.” He jogged over to you. “I was worried for you.”

Bruce looked at the items that you were holding your hands then back to your face which held a soft smile.

“Is that all you wanted?” He looked around the store. “Or Is there anything else that you wanted?”

He placed the final bags of your shopping spree into the trunk of the car. The closing of the car doors echoed throughout the small leather insides of the bucket seats and a smile grew on his stern face; driving back to Wayne manor, the house that could be a home that nurtured you from the grip of Gotham for a moment.

He stepped into your room— the shopping bags rested on your desk that almost blocked the moonlight from entering your room. He sat down on the bed on your side as the mattress creaked.

His hand held the side of your face, rubbing on your cheekbone and looking at you with love to keep you fed and warm in the bed and to occasionally frighten any monsters that lurked in the creases of your rooms.

“Did you get the items that you wanted ?” He asked

Yet no response came from your lips which was strange to Bruce since you always told him about the specific items that you got but you must’ve been tired. The blankets were pulled up covering your face and Bruce sighed in response. His hand rested on your head—pulling away as he began to walk towards the door.

He looked down at his hand and saw it stained—the waft of heavy iron stung his nose. Bruce’s eyes darted off to you who was underneath the layers of blankets— sweat dribbled down his forehead, running over to you; had you got an injury during last night’s patrol? Was it a minor injuries or a major one?

He pulled back the blankets—tears stung his eyes, seeing the sight in front of him; you were curled up in a ball, wearing your tattered Robin uniform and your face was coated in your own blood as if you were wearing a mask. His hand gently pulled you to sit upright but your body had wobbled back, your head hung low— he could see the vertebrae poking through a thin layer of skin.

Bruce held your face to see if you could look at him or at least groan or cry out to where it was hurting but nothing came from your lips.

“Oh— You’re going to be alright.” He pulled back one of his hands as your face looked like it was melting; red muscles and pearly bones that poked out. “It’s alright—You are going to be alright.”

His trembling hands tried to scoop up the melted parts of your face to try and smooth it on your face. His hand pulled you close, your limp hand rested on his bicep and his free hand held the side of your parietal bone that was now exposed. His blurry vision looks at the bedside lamp that now was distorted—lines on the lamp side didn’t begin to match up and shifted colors.

“It’s okay—stay with me, chum.” He pulled you close to him. “You’re gonna be—“

Hands that gripped and pulled him back, Bruce’s chest burned and a strangled gasp escaped from his lips. Bright lights stared back at him, he glanced around as he tried to rub his face but couldn’t.

Bruce looked around to see a whiteboard with writing, a vital monitor that constantly beeps to make sure that he was still alive and down to see that his wrists were tied to the sides of the hospital bed, he looked over to the empty leather seat that was moved closer to the bed. His eyes darted to the entrance, seeing a nurse walking towards the vital monitor.

“what day is it, nurse?” He asked, hoarsely.

“Oh—it is the day before Halloween, Mister Wayne,” she replied. “How are you feeling? Thirsty?”

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Chat Log Name : Crawling back to you

chat log description : A Jason Todd imagine of him in bed after an argument that happened.

online users : Jason Todd, Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI IMAGINE, OOC! Jason Todd, Slight unhealthy relationship, Make-up sex. ‼️

Imagine Jason Todd coming back to the shared apartment through the window after a big argument that revealed the repulsive side of each other— his hands are bruised and aching. He knew that the relationship that you both held wasn’t good but he couldn’t help it even if you were a temporary remedy for his aching body.

Only pieces of clothes held you away from him as his bandaged hands held your face. While your hands his face—your thumbs rubbing across old scars on his face. He could be a man yearning for your touch when he wanted too but it wasn’t one of those days.

It was only moments till he was pressing you into the mattress, your face could feel the imprint of springs from the padded mattress. He couldn’t let you go— you felt so good wrapped around him as he never knew that an oasis could morph into a human being called you.

Each thrust into you; a sip of the water in the refreshing oasis that cured his aching throat. His lips were red due to him biting at them which covered your neck in various bite marks and hickeys.

“I’m sorry for making you—you.” He kissed your marked neck. “You feel so good for me…”

It was blank through your head— the train of thought that you had crumbled in your clammy hands like sand. What were you even arguing with him?

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do you think Bruce Wayne remembers the taste of his mom’s food?