#Gotham is like Silent Hill

[puppetmaster13u]

Back on my Gotham is DC's version of Silent Hill Au/Prompt thing. Just make sure to follow the Bats and Birds- don't trust the lanterns by the roads, those won't stay working for long.

[autism-connoisseur]

DONT EVER APOLOGIZE FOR INFODUMPING YOU NEED TO SPEAK YOUR TRUTH KING...........

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Ghost Story

BTAA Scarecrow x Reader

Summary: After a drug deal, you two watch A Christmas Carol (and make out)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Enjoy this late as BALLS Christmas post 😭😭 Merry LATE Christmas @tr4sh-pl4nt I was ur secret Santa (nobody is surprised)

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Despite the cloudy skies and flurries of snow, a soft reflection of the frost outside streams a bit of light into the office as you pull back the blinds. The sidewalks and alleys are empty- nary a car on the street. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you were in Silent Hill rather than Gotham City. There’s nothing but grey, blistery, snowy solitude. This was good. With nobody around, this was sure to be an easy buy.

“Something on your mind?” He pipes up.

Snapping the shade back into place, you look back to see that he’s found the stash. In a small, plastic bag, the pills are on the desk. “No, I’m all good.”

He clicks his tongue with a wry grin. “If it’s the cops you’re worried about, don’t be. There’s gonna be a huge storm tonight- I doubt the pigs would leave the barn; freezing their butts off to go after a low-life like you.”

“Low-life? Look who’s talking,” You glare, making your way over to the desk. “Scarecrow.”

As your hand goes to reach for the pills, his thin fingers come into view, sliding the bag back.

“You fuck. I already payed.” Your eyes stare daggers into his clinical gaze. There’s a knowing smirk on his face and you brace yourself for whatever psychological games he decides to play with you now.

“Look,” he slides the bag off the desk and in between his slender fingers, as if dangling it just out of reach. “I’m not dumb enough to mess with a tweaker and their drugs, but humor me for a moment, won’t you?”

“You have five seconds to give me my-”

“Have you ever seen A Christmas Carol?” He’s completely unfazed by the threat, pulling out a DVD copy of the film.

“What?” Any aggression from within you begins to dissipate, turning into utter bewilderment.

“A Christmas Carol,” he repeats. “Y’know, a grizzled, selfish old miser who is haunted by three spirits who represent the ever-changing stages of his life? How each journey into his past, present, and future make him reevaluate the way he lives his life and treats others and learns the true meaning of Christmas?”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

“Well forget it.” He slides the DVD into the video player, watching it click into place. “Sure, it’s a classic holiday tale, but it’s so much more than that.” He springs up, flicking off the lights. “It’s a horror story.”

The blue glow from the old television illuminated the office as it came to life with some static and a startling pop. You began to wonder how old that damn thing was until you found yourself standing alone with Crane on the empty couch. Although the room was dark, you could feel Dr. Crane’s piercing gaze beckoning you over. Hesitantly, you sit on the other end of the couch.

As the film begins, the Disney logo catches your eye. “Horror story my ass…” you mutter.

“What was that?” He quips, wondering how he heard you.

“Horror story my ASS.” You annunciate clearly. Shifting in your seat you turn to him. “A Disney movie? You refuse to give me my shit for this?” You laugh bitterly.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “You really don’t have any idea of what we’re about to get into, do you?”

“What the fuck on God’s green earth are you talking about?”

“Scoff all you want,” he grins, turning down the volume. “This version of the film truly captures the true essence of fear better than its other iterations. Narratively speaking, the film remains pretty faithful to the original novella by Charles Dickens, which obviously is something to be expected from any adaptation, but it’s especially crucial here to really showcase the specific fears of the time.”

“Well yeah it might be accurate, but doesn’t everyone collectively agree that this one sucks?” You reply. “I mean, look at the creepy ass mocap, it’s literally the same shit as the Polar Express-”

“Oh right!” He shifts excitedly. “The visuals only contribute to terror! Sure, motion capture gets a bad rap because it’s a little off-putting, but it really works in a film like this- perfectly seasoned with that uncanny valley effect. It really adds to the flavor of dread.”

“Whatever man,” you scoff. “It’s just some story about an old man.” You turn your attention back to the movie, straining to listen to the low volume despite Jonathan’s chatter.

He clears his throat. “An old man- who you may find, has far similar fears to you than you may think.”

You cock your head to the side, turning to him. “You callin’ me an old man?”

The sound of his laughter fills your ears. “Oh no, not at all.” He wipes a tear from his eye. “It’s just so painfully human.”

“Human?”

“Scrooge isn’t taught redemption, he’s simply being driven by fear.” He leans back on the couch. “The ghosts don’t just visit him to bring awareness to his cold heart, but they dismantle him- tearing away layers and layers of his psyche until there’s nothing left but his raw fear. It’s fascinating, really. How the fear completely reshapes his attitude in the waking world.”

You find yourself leaning back as he moves his way closer to you, only to be caught by the end of the couch.

“And you wanna know what the real scary thing is? It’s the fact that we could all end up just like him- Alone. Forgotten. Unloved. It’s a common fear that drives us all, isn’t it? The fear of abandonment? Being left behind.” You can feel the heat radiating from his body with every word spoken.

You blink, at a loss for words. It’s starting to feel all too real. “I,” you stutter. “I’m not sure what this has to do with me.”

“Oh, but it has everything to do with you.” His voice is low, as you feel yourself be closed in. “That invisibility,” he lets the words linger on his tongue. “Something that most people prefer to ignore, but it’s still there isn’t it? Lurking.”

His eyes stare within the confines of your soul. You look away from his prying eyes, but you can still feel his gaze on you like a searchlight.

You can feel your chin between his fingers as he gently forces you to look at him. “I think this little arrangement we have- these little meetings, it’s more than just a drug deal isn’t it? I think you want more than just drugs.”

Suddenly the office didn’t feel so chilly anymore. The closeness of his breath on the shell of your ear made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He’s right. You do want more.

Your hands slide up his long arms, feeling the fabric of his shirt beneath your palms. Resting your fingers on his shoulders, you pull him closer. You speak up, words barely a whisper. “So, you gonna give me my drugs or not?”

“I’d thought you’d never ask.” A knowing grin graces his silhouetted frame.

Pulling the bag from his pocket, he opens the seal, taking out a small, ghost-shaped tablet and places it on his tongue. At first you were confused as to why he was breaking into your stash until you felt the harsh press of his lips against yours.

Pulling him closer into you, you allow your hands to slip under his shirt, feeling his flesh on your fingertips. In turn, he runs his hand through your hair while the other snakes its way down your spine, cradling the small of your back. His grip is firm, fingers digging into you, showing no sign of letting go.

Quickly, he nips at your lower lip. As you whine at sting, you fall victim to his plan when he slips his tongue into your mouth. You can feel him transfer the tablet to you, swallowing it down with his guidance. In retaliation, you sink your nails into the skin of his back, feeling him hiss into the kiss as he pulls away with a chuckle.

Breathless from the kiss, he wraps an arm around you. “Maybe this will help you understand Scrooge’s fear.” He grabs the remote, adjusting the film’s volume back to normal.

At this point you could give less of a shit about the movie. You allow yourself to fall into Jonathan’s side. You’re not sure if it’s from the pill or the kiss as you let yourself be overtaken by the waves of euphoria and adrenaline.

[jasonsiceberglounge]

THE HILLS HAVE EYES pt. 3

warnings. cursing, descriptions of pain.

roughly a week of barely interacting with the tin can and i was starting to go insane. my limb still bruised as if something had tried to eat it, still unable to walk on my own. my less than talkative roommate made (im presuming stole due to the fluffy pink dolphin that was wrapped around the armrest of the crutch) me try to walk occasionally, the pain shooting unbearably through my nerves. i tried to bare the face of strength but even he hesitated at times to allow me to take another step.

the fresh sting of metal after being buried under blankets was a wake up call consistently. his palm clutching my bicep as i hobbled trying to take another step. i huffed in frustration, at the pitiful way my body moved. i felt like my wings had been clipped preemptively.

"you're doing fine." a mechanical whirr sighed, i couldn't tell his tone due to him using autotune 24/7 but this song was kind of nice. i winced, pity was the last thing i wanted from him.

"i don't need your sympathy robo-lante." he only cracked his neck in response, his words being bit back out of whatever feelings he may or may not have.

i could feel his peering eyes buried deep beneath wiring i couldnt even fathom comprised in that small space of helmet, wiring similar to my brain, similar to gotham. chaotic, he was so calm, but chaos exudes from his silence. i struggled to take another step attempting to distract myself from the excruciating sensation reaching my teeth.

"so-" i hobbled, his head tilted as if leaning closer to hear me. "why do you walk like you're trained, some secret government project i dont know about? any fun NDA's ya signed?" i tried to bite out a laugh, but the sound choked between the hiss of pain as he carried me into another step.

"the point of an NDA is to not speak about it." he said so matter of factly i almost wanted to smack him, unfortunately he's holding my dominant arm and also the only thing between me and splinters from this rotted wood floor.

i sighed, expecting an inch at the bare minimum, i was curious don't get me wrong, but in our line of work curiosity kills the bat.

he continued to hold me for a few more steps before i panted in agony, my throat tight from forgetting to breathe, i couldn't bare this anymore. "i'm fuckin' hopeless" i wanted to cry, scream, i cannot believe that stupid goon got me so good.

he seemed to deflate a bit at the admission, scooping his arm under my shoulders, he handled my weight towards the couch, back where i belong, back to the start.

his suit hissed as he sat down on the floor in front of me, legs at an awkward angle like he's not used to it. a comforting silence enveloped us, but he looked as if he had something to comment on, to leave with me.

my nose scrunched, i wasn't particularly comfortable with him analyzing me so gently. "if you have something to say, say it. i'm not in a generous mood tonight tin-can."

he seems to almost jolt in response, my tone not settling well. he hesitates, "i- well, fuck it... once was in your shoes, now i'm helping you walk in your own. it'll come to you. i once read a quote that said 'words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality,' i believe to an extent that only you can fix you if you want to, even if fixing isn't particularly what you want it to be, what someone else wants it to be." he trailed off almost harshly, recalling a memory, a direct antonym of fond. his mask turns slightly away from my gaze, i was amazed he said more than 4 words to me, none being sarcastic.

"thank you." i whispered, thanking him genuinely bringing me more pain than my leg. his foot swayed back and forth, almost like a nervous tic. he nods silently, slowly beginning to get up. a slight groan leaves his body as he stands. his hand reaches towards me, i snap and grab his wrist instinctively. maybe he was trying to kill me finally, maybe.

his mask angles almost in surprise.

"i was-" he says with a pitiful voice "jus' wanted to fix your blanket." more hoarse this time. my eyes widen slowly, i release my grip on his brace.

"i'm sorry i tho-" he turns to walk away, not with sass but genuine disappointment.

"don't worry about it, peg-leg." he trudges off into his room as i stare in genuine disbelief

'i just wanted to fix your blanket."

something struck within me, deep, unsettling. i felt sick to my stomach, the mere gesture of chivalry being something i haven't experienced since the loss of jason. i sunk deeper into the couch, leaving the blanket unmoved in hopes maybe he'd fix it later for me, at least i'll give him the chance this time.

his stupid fucking toenails kept scratching me, it was hot, stuffy, disgusting, and cute under this huge blanket. jason todd had the brilliant idea of reading some of bruce's files and believed that the world would never find out underneath the protection of this inhuman sized blanket.

a flashlight lodged into his mouth as the pages crinkled when he turned, i didn't necessarily care for the actual words, but something about being under this blanket with him, in private, brought heat to my entire body.

"this is about corruption in gotham pd." his lips attempted to say, however stopped by the obviously shoved in his mouth light emitter, jason forgot that key part. i watched his fingers slowly scan the papers, my mind drifting many places but the current one im in.

jason was a certified yapper, but only particularly around certain individuals. i liked to think he felt comfortable enough to allow me to ride his train of thought. i enjoyed traveling through gotham more that way.

"are you paying attention?" he snapped, a bright toothy smile on his face as the flashlight slipped out of his mouth, once again the idiot forgetting it was there in the first place.

i jumped at him shaking me out of my trance, i didn't particularly want to leave it. "sorry, i, fuck- no i wasn't listenin'." i sighed, looking off sheepishly.

he only frowned in response, flinging the blanket off of our faces, the brisk air smacking me immediately. the look on his face bringing the heat all the way back, tenfold.

"what is it?" he said softer, voice tainted with concern.

i stuttered, not ready for the sudden gentle tone.

"i'm jus thinkin'." not able to look him in the eye.

he scooted closer, curls coating his forehead so beautifully, "'bout what?"

i felt as if i were about to combust into flames.

"just things." i prayed god would end his curious streak before he found out what truly killed the bat.

"you thinkin' bout me doll?" he was injecting honey in my ears.

my eyes jolted widely, it's not a foreign nickname on his lips, just one he dangles above me with the same allure as a mistletoe.

it was not christmas but i felt like santa had given me another present. god gave me jason todd, but kris kringle gave me these little chocolate morsels of moments.

silence danced throughout the safehouse, not a peep escaped even the flooring. not that it made me uncomfortable, but the memories flooding my brain and the previous interaction with the arkham knight not quite allowing the dance to finish. something was bothering me, hell, everything was bothering me, including this god damn leg.

peering around the straw apartment again, i eyed my crutch. laid perfectly 5 feet away from me, next to the knight's door. he's left it there the past week so he can bring it to me every time we try to walk again, but now i'm cursing him for putting it so far away.

the gears in my brain began to turn, either i make it to his door to apologize without falling, and pray i don't pass out inbetween.

or i fall.

i've had worse odds before.

mustering as much strength as my shoulders can carry, i propel myself up on my left leg, the right shooting in pain at the tension in the thigh. tears well up in my eyes as i turn my way towards his door, i havent tried to walk alone yet but as he said. 'something something you have to fix yourself.'

yeah, i'm pretty damn sure the quote was exactly that.

my feet rub roughly against the wooden floor, slowly taking my first step. i grab my thigh in agony as the wound begins to pound, you'd think a week would alleviate some pain, but my god it felt like lava-hot irons were investigating my white blood cell count.

another step, and not for mankind.

the crutches slowly growing larger in my view, if only i could make it close enough to the door.

another step on my peg-leg, as we all figured, fucking awful.

another on the left.

at this point i was bawling my eyes out in pain, metal coating my lips as i bit down to drown out the screams behind my teeth.

2 feet from the door.

4 steps.

2 left, 2 right.

my vision, familiarly was clouding with black again. but i'll be damned if i dont apologize while i still have no pride.

one step on the right.

one step on the left. excruciating.

one more step on the right, the crutch coming into near reach. my left palm slams against the door unintentionally trying to balance myself before i collapsed. at this point sobs caked my shirt, my neck, my face. i figured i looked better than he did underneath that iron prison though.

i could hear shuffling from behind the door as it swung open, i lost my balance not expecting the sudden movement as he instinctively grabbed my arm holding me at an awkward teetering angle.

"what the fuck are you doing?!" anger coated all silence in the safe house. his chest rising and falling with concern.

"i just- i wanted to apologize." i bit out, the feeling of standing on one leg not enough to alleviate the pain.

"for what?! you dumb, dumb girl." he eased down my arm, allowing me to grab onto his forearm for balance. he dared not say anything else knowing my pride meter would fill up again soon, cup overfloweth.

"i didn't mean to make you go away. i was, i'm just scared."

he ponders for a moment before grabbing my arm rougher than before and yanking me closer to him, his other arm grabbing my left leg and pulling me up into some awkward form of a bridal hold. for once i am the one with few words to say as he brings me back to my place on the couch, setting me down gently, gentler than i think he's been with another human in a long time.

"can you stay still this time?" he pleads, a whine at the top of his tone. i nod quietly, a hiss sounds as he removes a glove, his hand littered with scars, deep, deep gashes.

he wanted me to trust him, this is as much as he can give. this is as much as i can take. the gesture screaming with unsaid, unkempt words. tangled, confused, just trust me. trust me. i will let you know a piece of me.

"will this suffice? will you let me at least let me trap you in this.. what did you call it? country bumpkin cloth?" he chuckled, a joke leaving the confines of the tension.

i didn't necessarily have a reply, all words had left me at the moment. what had transpired the last minute repeating itself over and over on a loop in my brain. heat rose to my ears as any quick response died in my heart.

"yes i'll stay put." i sighed out, defeat coming to me quickly.

he crouched down and slowly shoved the blanket around the length of my body, i hadn't been tucked in since mommy and daddy still cared about me. this was not the same feeling.

his hand inched near my face, hesitating, but wiping a tear off my ear, rubbing the tear inbetween his thumb and index finger.

he stood back up and all i could do is watch, any words i may have been able to line up in some formula to elicit a response died within the first proof.

"stay put, get some sleep." he sighed, staring at me for a moment to make sure i really didn't move. the sound of his boots heavy as he disappeared back into his room, flicking the lights off. my heart beating out of my chest into my throat as my body could not handle what just transpired.

as much as i thought i could face anything the world threw at me, i felt transported back to his grave once again. speechless, confused, breathless.

i am not dorothy on a yellow brick road, and he was not the tin-man leading himself to find a heart again.

[ihateedwardnygma]

cass ♱ they / she ♱ seventeen ♱ white

⭑ gotham sideblog, but i like a lot of things- listed in carrd. primarily hyperfixated on gotham and silent hill rn- feel free to dm me abt either!!

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[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Dick Grayson In Silent Hill, how do you think it goes down?

Like say our favorite Boy Wonder, after a rather bad verbal fight with Bruce and leaving both Gotham and Bludhaven to get away from his crime fighting life to seek some solace, ends up stalling his car in the middle of the titular town in Northeastern Maine during a particularly rough snowstorm. Then am upon arriving and most of if not all his comms getting cut off here’s from locals about missing people caught in said snowstorm, decides to venture into town in civilian mode to do a small rescue operation.

Can you predict a whole bevy of original monsters and demonic abominations arising from Dick’s numerous self doubt and perfectionist issues and other personal psychological problems being key obstacles in his adventure?

[ru-draws]

What A Steal | Guardian | Playmate?

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It’s Gotham, right. It’s hard, it’s unforgiving, it’s constantly warring for its soul between the Bat, the Rogues and political/capitalist monsters. They’ve survived big bads with bombs and bio-chemical weapons, constant terrorism, alien invasions, unfeeling corrupt officials, THE earthquake—Gothamites are wild. And they come together more often than not, protecting their own while the world outside turn fearful and judgemental eyes on their dark spires and unending rain. They put their trust in a prolific monster that puts himself between them and everything else because no one else will ever love them as much as he and his team does.

I think a lot about art that comes out of Gotham. The kind of affluent pretentious crap that gets bought by Mayor Hill or tycoons from Metropolis. The small popular studios that have small but powerful exhibitions of little known artists that reflect light and life in the corners of their city.

And I think about the graffiti. The illegal tagging, defacement of the Bowery stretching from corner to corner, the paint-covered walls of Crime Alley where the brick can barely be seen anymore. I think about the kind of artist Gotham would grow in that medium.

Not Banksy. Banksy adjacent, maybe.

Someone who’s survived the worst of Gotham and loves the concrete under their feet. Someone so removed from all the Waynes and the Vreelands and the Hills of the City; someone who grew up in the shadows of gargoyled buildings and in the arms of people who work to keep the city alive. Silent, anonymous, as enigmatic as Gotham’s protector. Plastering their opinions all over Gotham’s First National and beneath bridges between the islands. And I think there’s more than one. A small handful, never planning, never speaking, but passing quietly in the night with cans of spray paint and ladders.

The GCPD get calls about them from time to time, and their latest illegal work marring buildings in uptown. But it’s Gotham. Gordon and the Bat have bigger things to worry about with little time to spare. When it comes between an armed robbery or a tagger, one of these things is not like the other.

But I do think the Bat looks. Every so often, he’ll turn in an alley or a subway, and there it’ll be. And he’ll stand, for a breath of contemplation, and then he’ll disappear back into the night.

[danosrosegarden]

haiii does anybody want to ask me fluffy or smutty or perhaps even angsty questions about my OCs? i want to write little batches of blurbs about these losers i love. an overview:

amy is your local she/they drug dealer in gotham. numb and apathetic to life most days because of her traumatic past, she finds solace in solitude and lets very little people see her broken innards. she is sarcastic and cynical but loyal as all hell. if you are on her team, she will not let you down and she will love you ferociously till the end. she just might make fun of you while she does it. it’s a love language.

kamoral is a west coast artist who went to school with amy (before amy moved to gotham). she is bubbly and energetic and almost annoyingly kind and most days the people around her question why amy allowed her into her life at all. kam loves painting and birdwatching and finding beauty in the littlest things. she also totally has a gay ass crush on amy but we ain’t gotta talk about it (unless that’s part of your question 👁️). deeply empathetic and embarrassingly emotional, kamoral has a hard time putting her foot down and avoids confrontation like it’s a disease.

winters is a slut that’s basically all. okay but actually, he is everybody’s favorite transmasc party guy. with nothing but a bright blue bottle of hair dye and a cosmetology license to his name, he escaped his manipulative parents and jumped into gotham’s bright lights and shiny streets. despite his reputation for sleeping around like it’s his job and getting noise complaints nearly every night, he is a people person through and through. with amy’s confidence and kamoral’s kindness, he’s loved and cherished and can make hours of conversation with almost everybody he meets. and he meets a lot of people!

august is my oldest OC! you could place him into most anywhere…gotham, resident evil, silent hill…but wherever he’s placed, you can bet he’s going to spend most days brooding over his work and avoiding human contact. he has probably the most tragic backstory out of my OCs, (which i talked in length about in a discord server, i can share if anybody likes!) and while it hasn’t made him completely bitter and closed off, it has certainly made him cautious. his work as a mortician is safe. it’s numbers and measurements and science and it has really showed him that it’s not the dead we should ever fear, it’s the living. (august is aroace so if you’re looking for purely platonic writing, he’s a good choice!)

[puppetmaster13u]

I am pondering cryptid batfam but like. Eldritch. Starts out human but Gotham (or something Else) slowly changes them over the years as they search for an learn unspeakable information, as their minds expand more than a mere human could.

Pretty much becomes not exactly city spirits but Aspects of sorts if I am making any sense. And usually people can tell something is... sort of off, but it's easily dismissible, like a cold spot in a room that you can ignore if you aren't standing in it.

I honestly might draw the ideas for designs I have but idk.

[dogmaz]

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-Animal Collective

Music in general but anco stays winning. Other bands I enjoy are Humanwine, The Casket Girls, Lealani, Naughty Zombies, Buzzoven, Motörhead, anything by Jason Molina, The flaming lips, Cold, Two ton Boa, One-Eyed Doll, and Shock Therapy.

I could keep going but I'll stop.

-Cartoons, typically older cartoons and adult animation. Big cartoon guy.

Downtown, Megas XLR, The Venture Bros, Metalocalypse, Motorcity, American Dad, Undergrads, 2004 The Batman, King Of The Hill, Ralph Bakshi's work specifically Heavy Traffic and Fritz the cat.

-Comics

Hack/Slash, Dogwitch, Vampire kisses (the novels aswell), Elf Quest, The Eltingville Club, Fishflies, Evil Ernie, Bleen, Johnny The Homicidal Maniac

-Alternative fashion and just fashion in general

Goth, Cyberpop, Dark Cabaret, juzt whatever i like

-Art of any kind

My only real hobby is creating and consuming art

-Halloween

I collect Halloween decorations and memorabilia. Mostly 90s stuff.

-Live action movies and shows

Films: Alucarda, Young guns, 964 Pinocchio, Mirrormask, mallrats, jay and silent bob strike back, Labyrinth, Near Dark, Rockula, The lost boys, Bill And Teds Excellent Adventure, Gassss, idfk all kindsa shit

Shows: The walking dead, It's always sunny in Philadelphia, Gotham, Shameless. I don't watch a lot of live action Tv.

Characters I identify with (kins ig)

Female:

Alucarda (Alucarda)

Himiko (964 Pinocchio)

Cassie Hack (Hack/Slash)

Pod (Dogwitch)

Bleen (Bleen)

Jessie (undergrads)

Triana Orpheus (The Venture Bros)

Luanne Platter (King Of The Hill)

Male:

Jamie (Megas XLR)

Goat (Downtown)

Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Dean Venture (The Venture Bros)

Jay Deriss (Jay and Silent Bob duo)

Micheal (heavy traffic)

Fritz the cat (is literally only here cuz 13 year old me named us after him. Idiot. He is a real one tho pretentious fuck. More leaning towards bakshis version cuz after a certian point in the comics it becomes more of a what the fuck. Crumb i respect you but stop it plz.)

Master shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Murderface (Metalocalypse)

Pickles (Metalocalypse)

Trent (Daria)

Zera (Litchi Hikari Club)

The Monarch (The Venture Bros)

Dale Gribble (King Of The Hill)

20 years old, not diagnosed with anything but my brain is on fire.

[clementine-side-blog]

Edward Nashton Headcanons (SFW)

Summary: My personal headcanons for Edward Nashton. Again, these are MY personal headcanons and I use them for when I write about him. So, yeah. I can't believe I'm just now writing headcanons for this guy. This is long overdue.

(Read Below For Headcanons)

Personality:

I fully believe that he has autism, like you cannot change my mind. Plus, it's canon that the Riddler has autism! In my opinion, he has the "I'm a genius" autism, but also the "watching documentaries about WWII at 2 AM" kind of autism as well.

Overall, he's a pretty reserved guy. It takes a while for him to come out of his shell. He's shy, timid, nerdy, and a little awkward. He does NOT know how to talk to people, especially people he finds attractive.

Once you get to know him though, and become friends, he's a very friendly man. He's super caring, a good listener, and has a great sense of humor.

He's a fucking super genius. It's canon in the DC Universe that his IQ is 190. This man is so fucking smart and he basically knows everything about everything.

When he has a crush on someone (obviously you), he CANNOT get them out of his head. He quite literally becomes obsessed and, might I add, a bit possessive.

He has trauma from living at the orphanage. The reason this goes under the "personality" category, is because it shaped who he was as a person. Let me explain...

Egotistical/Arrogant: Edward was a very bright kid, but no one ever recognized him for it. Because of this, he grew up to think highly of himself, as no one else did. Edward thinks, no, he knows that he's the smartest man in Gotham. This can lead to him making others feel small/dumb, but it's never his intention.

Protective: Since he never felt protected or loved growing up, he strives to make his partner feel like that. He wants to shower them with the love, affection, and praise that he never got. As your boyfriend, and best friend, he wants nothing more than to love you unconditionally. This also means that he spoils you SO MUCH, like so fucking much.

Hobbies:

Obviously, the number one is solving puzzles. Riddles, crosswords, sudokus, etc. If it's a puzzle, he'll solve it.

When he's bored, or if he's just relaxing (like watching a movie), he'll sometimes play with a Rubik's cube. His fastest record for solving a Rubik's cube was around 6 seconds.

He loves reading. As a kid, that was basically all he did. He reads basically every genre (barely any romance though). Edward loves to go to a bookstore, or Barnes & Noble, and just hang out.

Surprisingly, he's a very good cook. He always makes really good food, and sometimes uses some herbs/spices that he grows out on the fire escape outside his living room window.

He's a Twitch streamer! Can't change my mind about that. He's got a cool setup in his bedroom that is decorated very nicely. He'll watch documentaries, true crime stuff, play video games, etc. Since he's a forensic accountant (and had to learn about forensics in general), he'll explain and go into depth about certain things in crime. It's actually very educational, but he makes it fun as well!

Bro LOVES video games. He plays basically all of them. He loves Resident Evil games, Silent Hill, Horizon Zero Dawn, Minecraft (he has tried to build all of Gotham in minecraft), Fallout, Half-Life, Outlast, and basically any other shit you can think of.

His music taste consists of basically everything except country music. He LOVES metal/rock music. Here are some of his favorite bands...

Weezer; ICP; Green Day; blink-182, Gorillaz; Slipknot; Korn; I Monster; Megadeth; System Of A Down; Nirvana; Radiohead; and Foo Fighters. He also likes classical music and operas.

Random:

In the orphanage, he read lots of books, and some of those were about different languages. He basically taught himself...like...a bunch of different languages just for fun. A few of his favorite languages to learn were French, Spanish, and even Korean. He also knows a handful of Latin, though it's not really a language people speak anymore. He just likes to brag about how he knows Latin and most people don't, lol.

He likes his apartment and everything he owns to be clean, and sometimes he'll get random bursts of energy and deep clean his entire apartment.

He has a diary :)

Favorite color is green, obviously, but purple is a close second.

He has sensory issues. He hates the feeling of fleece especially.

Edward is queer. It's that simple. He doesn't like a specific gender, he doesn't dislike a specific gender, he just likes who he likes! :)

One of his favorite shows ever is Breaking Bad.

One of his favorite movies ever is American Psycho. He read the book too. Edward knows that it's a satire, don't worry, he doesn't relate to Patrick Bateman at all. He just thinks the movie is funny and loves how it shows how ridiculous "metrosexual" men are.

He can do a great impression of Patrick Bateman, including the facial expressions.

He also loves Fight Club, because cmon its a classic and its so fucking good. Also, he thinks Brad Pitt is hot in the movie...

Knows how to play guitar very well!

His hair is a little shaggy (imagine young Paul Dano, like when he was 20ish)

[reginalusus]

Well met, hopefully...

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[mysterypuppy]

sometimes i try to listen to gotham ambience like the ones they have for silent hill but theyre all so shit. its just rain and interspersed gunshots every once in a while its so evil. i know theres more the youtube sound community could be doing even i could do better. sorry im just feeling it right now:/

and what pray tell do you think gotham ambience should sound like

[necros-writing-stuff]

18+ blog, Minors trundle along.

Warnings: We're going through Jaybirds's life with this one lads, so domestic abuse, neglect, parentification (only hinted), addiction, his death, Pit symptoms. Tis an angsty post about Jason, his parental figures, and their reflections in him.

Thinking about Jason Todd once more.

Thinking about him staring into the mirror during all of those lonely months he travelled the world, meeting trainers, killing trainers, becoming the Red Hood. The touch he's become accustomed to is red, bringing a searing heat. It is purple, black and blue, blossoming in pulsing blotches across his flesh - transporting him right back to nine years old and alone on the streets of Gotham.

Every admonishment, every shriek, now that takes him further back. Willis had never laid a hand on him, but rare nights, still nights without rain or wind would still leave young Jason's mind rattling in the storm as he hid beneath his bed or a table to avoid being used as a reason to escalate his parent's wrath and resentment. With his dog. With his loyal, precious dog.

Every street runt he sees now is just another reflection, isn't it? Sapien or canine.

For two years he had the safety of home. Two years inside that manse, with measured English tones and a gruff guiding voice that had barely a trace of its New Jersey routes. The smoke took it away. The flames, the impact, the rubble, the crowbar, the clown. His world is red, but he sees green.

On those journeys he takes, Jason looks into the mirror and sees a rock tumbling down a steep hill, one clattering bounce away from hitting the right spot and causing an avalanche of grit and gravel to bury his pain at the root of the incline. He sees a weapon, honed and precise. A failure, discarded a fourth time, now. Willis. Sheila. Talia. Bruce. He sees a chosen one, ressurected by powers no one can even begin to understand - given one more chance to be what he needs to be.

What he needs. No one else. Just him.

As stringboards and mental maps weave into what a casual looker can only observe as madness, he knows what hero he would have needed back then. He knows, as he collects his weapons and meticulously builds his repertoire, how he's going to protect the kids who need the same.

He's already killing his instructors when he's done. He can pull the trigger as many times as he needs to to clean up Gotham.

The scars, the height, the white streak, the muscle. Right now Jason should look into that mirror and not recognise a thing. But it's quite the opposite. He's never felt so right in his life.

Years later, in a loft apartment hidden in the twisting streets of Crime Alley, Jason Todd looks at his reflection again. He really looks. The nose, that's all Willis. Is his temper Willis' too? Is it the Pit? Where does he stop and the Pit begin?

His lips are Sheila's. He doesn't like seeing himself smirk, doesn't like remembering her doing so when she handed him off, with a cigarette hanging loosely from those lips.

The sterness of his expression - the way his eyebrows turn? It's Bruce. Fuck him, but it's Bruce, the result of many long nights side by side in front of the Batcomputer. Even in those brief two years, the asshole found a way to stamp "I AM YOUR FATHER," across Jason's forehead, and consistently tries to rebuild that relationship with hopeful looks that mean an invite to dinner. A hopefulness that, even with Jason's happy trigger finger, they'll work it out. Jason still doesn't know if he'll ever take it.

He really did think that he'd been with Talia too fleetly to pick anything up. Until last week. Until a case with the pack brat had him twirling a blade in his hands, flinging it to pin instead of maim, and Damian's head had tilted with a wondrous "Mother," silently muttered before a boot almost connected with his head. Almost. Little shit can really move when he needs to.

Even Alfred's sass still sneaks into his quips. More so now that he's having tea with the old man on a regular basis. But mostly, he finds his grandfather in the kitchen, knowing his recipes by heart, feeding himself well unlike a certain Dick he knows.

He can't find her. He can't find his mother. He can't find his Catherine. Jason has looked and looked, in every expression on his face and saying that leaves his lips. She isn't in his fashion, her choices for him would have been so different if she were here to pick out a shirt from the store. Her meals were all processed oven crap, all that they could really afford, and Jason hasn't cooked like that since Alfred taught him his first recipe.

And he doesn't find her, not until a still Gotham night with a young boy hiding in a large box in an alley, stray dog by his side. A man, reeking of cheap vodka and unable to stay upright is trying to get at that boy, trying to get around the Red Hood on uneven steps as he screams bloody murder for the boy to return. There's a shard of glass clenched in his hand. He's bleeding, but he's so drunk he can't even feel the wound.

This man won't get past the Red Hood. This man won't get past Jason Todd, not even this close to dawn when Jason has a broken rib that makes his stomach lurch with every breath and that damned green is painting everything so deeply it makes his head spin.

This man is going to go to sleep in that alley. Sadly, he'll wake up. Because Jason won't drip more red into this scared boys life - he won't risk leaving him with the terrible thought that the death would be his fault.

Maybe, once he's taken the boy somewhere safe, with the other street kids that know how to call the Red Hood for help; maybe, when he's limping out of Leslie's with his ribs bound, he'll circle back and finish the job.

Maybe, this is what Catherine thought every time she stood between him and Willis. Even when withdrawl made her sicker than the cancer, or the high had her confused as to where she really was, she stood there. She found the strength, where usually she had none.

A puddle made earlier in the night reflects his body as it twists with the punch he throws. He's tall, heavy muscle corded into a dangerous animal. A weapon. A protector. He's exactly the hero he needed when he was small. The hero he had.

[soulmatebracket]

Hi ! Could you post a list of who has been submitted so far ? (With the number of submissions for each if possible)

If that's too much work i completely understand and humbly request to know if more that one person (aka me) have submitted Obi-Wan and Anakin

[Disclaimer‼️ Just because a pairing has three or two votes does not mean that they are automatically going into the bracket. Pairings with 1 vote might also make it in if I like them enough. We will not be starting arguments over if they should or should not have made it in.]

Totalling at 235 submissions so far!

Will be in the bracket:

Usagi Tsukino & Mamoru Chiba, Sailor Moon, IIIII (prelims)

Sailor Senji, Sailor Moon, III (prelims)

Link & Zelda, The Legend of Zelda, IIIIIIIII (prelims)

Link & Zelda & Ganandorf, The Legend of Zelda, IIIII (prelims)

Link & Fi, The Legend of Zelda, I (prelims/bc i like this ones)

Inuyasha & Kagome Higurashi, Inuyasha, IIII

Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens, IIIIIII

That Guy and Their Cat, Real Life, IIIII

Homura & Madoka, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, IIII

Eleanor Shelstroph & Chidi Anagone, The Good Place, IIIIII

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, IIIII

Captain Kirk & Mister Spock, Star Trek, IIII

Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto, IIII

Grian & Scar, The Life Series, IIIIII

Submission Box

Three Votes:

Breekon & Hope, The Magnus Archives

The Doctor & The Master, Doctor Who

Xie Lian & Hua Cheng, Heavens Official’s Blessing

Hawkman & Hawkwoman, DC Comics

Doctor Doofenshmirtz & Perry the Platypus

Meliodas & Elizabeth, Seven Deadly Sins

Ash & Pikachu, Pokemon Anime

Two Votes:

Sakura & Syaoran, Cardcaptor Sakura

Wei Wuxain & Lan Wangji, Mo Dao Su Shi, II

Utena & Anthy, Revolutionary Girl Utena

Judai Yuki & Yubel, Yugioh X

FitzChivalry Farseer & Beloved/the Fool, Realm of the Elderlings

Yusuf “Joe” Al Kaysani & Nicolo “Nicky” Di Genova, The Old Guard

Finn the Human & Jake the Dog, Adventure Time

Sakura & Syaoran Li, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles

Eiji Hino & Ankh, Kamen Rider OOO

Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck, Hunter x Hunter

The Entire Cast of Phineas and Ferb, Phineas and Ferb

Harrowhark Nonagesimus & Gideon Nav, The Locked Tomb

Daniel & Luce. Fallen

Gilgamesh & Enkidu, The Epic of Gilgamesh

Kaidan Alenko & Commander Shepard, Mass Effect

Raleigh Becket & Mako Mori, Pacific Rim

Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Ladybug

Bebop & Rocksteady, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Katarina Claes & Sophia Ascart, My Next Life as a Villainess

One Vote:

Mieczyslaw Stilinki & Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf

Spiderman & Deadpool, Marvel Comics

Beavis & Butthead, Beavis and Butthead

Obanai Iguro & Mitsuri Kanroji, Demon Slayer

Emma/Melinda & Dimitri/Edred, Unicorn: Warriors Eternal

Dean & Pharm, Until We Meet Again

Kaiou Michiru & Tenou Haruka, Sailor Moon

Zunzite & Zoisite, Sailor Moon

Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Witch of Delays & Cure Oasis, Tropical Rouge Pecure

John Doe & Arthur Lester, Malevolent

Hani & Hinino Yamato, Hiraeth: The End of the Journey

Dream /Morpheus & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Adachi & Shimamura, Adachi and Shimamura

Edward Nygma & Oswald Cobblepot, Gotham (2014)

Zelda & Ganondorf, The Legend of Zelda

Reginald Copperbottom & Right Hand Man, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Henry Stickmin & Ellie Rose, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Jonny D’Ville & Gunpowder Tim, Mechanisms

Merlin & Arthur, Merlin

Vash & Knives, Trigun

Siren & Kappa, Castle Swimmers

Ruby & Sapphire, Steven Universe

Om Kapoor & Shanti Priya, Om Shanti Om

Solane & Sym, I Was Teenage Exocolonist

Will Herondale & Tessa Gray & Jem Carstairs, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Agent 3 & Agent 8, Splatoon 2

James Sunderland & Maria, Silent Hill 2

Macaque & Sun Wukong, Lego Monkey Kid

Tang Sanzang (reincarnated as Tang), Shah Wujing (reincarnated as Sandy), Zhu Bajie (reincarnated as Pigsy), Ao Lie (ancestor of Mei), and Sun Wukong (ancestor of MK), Lego Monkey Kid, Journey To The West

Nadja & Gregor, What We Do In The Shadows

Catherine Foster & The Ghost, Archivist Wasp

Kaworu Nagisa and Shinji Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kiryu Kazuma & Majima Goro, Yakuza / Ryu Ga Gotoku

Red & Blue, This is How You Lose the Time War

Church & Tex, Red vs Blue

Rand al'Thor and Ishamael/Moridin, Wheel of Time

Birgitte Silverbow and Gaidal Cain, Wheel of Time

Beryl and Sapphire, Beryl and Sapphire

Kiana Kaslana & Raiden Mei, Honkai Impact 3rd

Banjo & Sento, Kamen Rider Build

Orpheus & Eurydice, Greek Mythology

Odysseus & Penelope, Greek Mythology

Emet Selch & Hythlodaeus & Azem, Final Fantasy XIV

Yona & the Four Dragons (Ki-ja, Shin-ah, Jae-ha and Zeno), Akatsuki no Yona

Akane Kurashiki & Junpei, Zero Escape

Ryo Asuka & Akira Fudo, Devilman

Zagreus & Megaera & Thanatos, Hades

Megatron & Optimus Prime, Transformers

Emma Swall & Killian Jones, Once Upon A Time

Rumplestiltskin & Belle, Once Upon A Time, I Snow White & Prince Charming, Once Upon A Time

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson

Buttercup & Westley, The Princess Bride

Orchid & the Moon Supreme, Love Between Fairy and Devil

Blake Belladonna & Yang Xiao Long, RWBY

Ozma & Reincarnations, RWBY

Raava/The Avatar Spirit & Wan/The Avatar, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Johnny Silverhand & Vee, Cyberpunk 2077

Newt & The Brain/Alice, Pacific Rim

Dr. Strange & Dr. Christine Palmer, Marvel Comics

Bill & Ted, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Lucifer & God, Abrahamic Religions

David and Jonathan, The Bible

Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse, Disney

Cinderella & Prince Charming, Disney

Dean WInchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Essek Theylss & Caleb Widogast, Critical Role

Lup Taako & Barold "Barry" Bluejeans, The Adventure Zone

Taako & Magnus Burnsides & Merle Highchurch, The Adventure Zone

Steve Rogers & James “Bucky” Barnes, Captain America Films

Mane 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Raven & Lloyd Allen, Shaperaverse

Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

Shinichi Kudo & Ran Mouri, Detective Conan

Kusuriuri & Kayo/Chiyo Nomoto, Mononoke

Shun Shimotsuki & Hajime Mutsuki, Tsukiuta

Nanami Momozono & Tomoe, Kamisama Kiss

Red & The Boxer, Transistor

Yvaine & Tristan, Stardust

Jayfeather & Half Moon, Warrior Cats

Time & Fate, The Starless Sea

Sappo, Fragment 147

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars

Ichabod Crane & Abbie Mills, Sleepy Hollow

Aragon & Arewn, The Lord of the Rings

Will Turner & Elizabeth Swan, Pirates of the Caribbean

Tom & Jerry, Tom & Jerry

Bugs Bunny & Daffy Duck, Looney Toons

Batman & The Joker, DC Comics

Akira Kurusu/Joker & Akechi Goro, Persona 5

Mytho & Ahiru, Princess Tutu

Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara, Bungo Stray Dogs

Koh & Canalo, Ryusoulger

Gai & Juggler, Ultraman Orb

Sonoi & Momou, Donbrothers

Haruka & Saruhara, Donbrothers

The Scooby Doo Gang, Scooby Doo

[calvincell]

Kunitsu-Gami seems to be exactly the type of action game out of the mainstream gaming industry I’ve been eager for lately. A Shinto-influenced Mythological Fantasy setting that steps away from straight up and down western medieval fantasy, one part plate-spinning Tower Defense + one part flashy character action, and an Original IP not locked to the current obsession with live service elements or always online requirements which gaming execs have drooled over the past near decade. Shot up to the top of my wishlist after the Gameplay Overview Trailer:

In many ways, like Hi-Fi Rush before it, it injects a similar bit of hope in me for at least a part of the AAA gaming industry that has been sapped away through tripe like Kill The Justice League, Marvel Avengers, Starfield, Gotham Knights, AC Valhalla, Skull & Bones, Silent Hill Ascension etc. I’ve got nothing but kudos to grant Capcom for both this & Dragon’s Dogma 2!