#darkboy

[will-liam-soto]

Conozco mi ser,

Conozco mi esencia,

Se lo que doy y se lo que quito,

Se lo que soy y porque lo soy.....

Att: Un Pisciano de Marzo🔥🔥🔥😈🔥🔥🔥

[wuzhiqi-enj0yer]

Dark boy makes a return!!!

[sasukeless]

just saw a sns post saying sasuke is hades and naruto’s persephone… and i literally can’t stand it. like could we stop making this myth into a cute darkboy x sunshine love story already? seriously, out of all the greek myths we have, why did people have to over-romanticize this one in particular?? it’s not like they weren’t any ACTUAL meaningful love stories in greek mythology either…

gross. people read a tumblr post about the myth and made up a the dark grumpy character a x soft flower character b aesthetic and ran with it.

the fact that nothing in narusasu’s relationship fits hades and persphone either 😭 like just projecting wattpad fantasies ig

[pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer]

“For the forename Yamitaro, Yami (闇) means "darkness" and Taro (太郎) is a common name suffix in male given names.The name Higure derives from 日暮れ (Higure), meaning "nightfall" in Japanese.”

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HIGSBY’S JAPANESE NAME IS JUST “NIGHTFALL DARKBOY”?

HIGSBY????

[the8thsphynx]

I think it’s actually hilarious how BBJ folks will HC more edgy darkboi tropes and unhealthy coping mechanisms for him to try and point out how he should be the seen most tragic character in T&B and then they literally just make Yuri—

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[wildsantana]

Darkboy.

[wbicepuppy]

CoS is very much a campaign of How Much Can We Traumatize Our Paladin

This is Ardent, our tiefling devotion paladin (played by my friend, the lovely Nia). Poor girl just wanted to help people, she did not sign up for Stradh's bullshit. But without her, my edgy darkboi warlock Justen wouldn't have gone through his redemption ark. A ray of sunshine in the dark is a rough and lonely thing to be, but sometimes it's the beacon others need to rally around.

Nips looks like a lovely boy.

The Tale of Napoleon Gerard, AKA Nips Garhunter

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I'm currently playing in a Curse of Strahd campaign in which every single player, independently, decided: "you know what would be amazing is if I brought a really stupid character for this horror  campaign," and that's how we ended up with a party of absolute idiots. It kind of makes things worse when stuff goes south...

Nips is just a big, sweet, dumb boy who speaks with a strong Southern Belle accent. He's very polite and friendly and just wants everyone to get along. His backstory is that he was mostly raised by his gramma, Betty--inspired by my own grandmother as a way to memorialize her.

Betty's daughter (Nips' mother) was a bit of a rebel and ended up becoming a mistress of the duke of their province, a tyrant named Duke Gerard. She fell pregnant with Nips and died in childbirth with him. The duke tried to take Nips from Betty, but she absolutely refused and visited the ducal palace every single day. Nips was such a handful and so stubborn with every nursemaid except for Betty that the duke finally gave up and allowed her to raise Nips as long as he lived in the palace the majority of the time.

The ducal family had a legitimate son after a few years, though, and Nips was ignored in many ways because of this. He spent his childhood running away to his gramma's house and baking bread and peach jam with her. When his younger brother reached inheriting age, however, the duke sent Nips away. He became a bit of a hero in a quiet fishing village for saving their waters from an overpopulation of gar, thus his assumed surname "Garhunter." "Nips" isn't what he was called growing up either--his grandmother called him "Leon."

He's worried about his grandmother and tries to sneak back to see her whenever he can.

In my current campaign, he's stuck in Barovia and wants nothing more than to get back to his gramma. I'm playing him as a paladin with a homebrew oath--the Oath of Family. His "spells" often involve him whipping up homecooked meals and his "holy symbol" is the sun hat his gramma gave him.

It's been a pretty rough campaign, though. Nips is very homesick.

He has grown to VERY MUCH dislike Strahd for both personal and general reasons--all I'll say is that our party adopted Vasili as our favorite NPC and brought him everywhere with us. Sooo when the party was invited to dinner at Strahd's mansion, Nips showed up in his full ducal regalia in order to try and show Strahd that he refuses to be cowed.

That patch on his chest is the Gerard family's symbol, a spear in an open field. The family specializes in spearfighting; thus Nips' proficiency with the spear for fishing.

It's been hard for Nips to face Strahd because Strahd reminds him of his own father; a tyrant. In a way, living in the fishing village gave Nips a way to avoid facing the damage his father has done and avoiding the responsibility ingrained in him since birth of protecting the people of the dukedom. The moral quandaries in Curse of Strahd are difficult for him. It's distressing to him when he can't help everyone. A part of his spirit is becoming bitter and hard.

Not to mention that our time at Strahd's castle didn't go well...

He actually has a playlist as well, if you would like to listen to it on Spotify 💚 >>HERE<<

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Also check out @birdlimes and @izuris and of course the DM ruining all our lives, @rookdaw, for more art from the campaign B)

[will-liam-soto]

No permitan ni se dejen controlar, ni dominar de absolutamente NADIE, manden todo eso a la mierda y restauren quienes son en verdad, para la frustración de aquellos que te quieren tener en la mano, 🤣 NO SEAN PENDEJOS y retomen su camino...😎😈

[dark-boy-alone]

[cipheramnesia]

"I believe that you have something close to the most basic, rudimentary grasp of my docking procedure. We may now make an approach to the station to aquire carbon latices."

"Cool, cool cool. So, you got any cash?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Credit, cash, moolah, bread, dough, do you have any kind of money? Or I don't know super secret hacker tricks to steal bank accounts?"

"You have misunderstood with predictable rapidity. I had hoped you would take the opportunity to express your sincere contrition for asking a question you surely must already know the answer to."

"Okay, well, my point is I'm probably not picking up a four course diamond dinner for you through legitimate routes, and it's just me also. Do ya see what I'm getting at?"

"You have painted a vivid portrait of absolute nonsense?"

"What?"

"No, what are you 'getting at?'"

"That probably we're going to leave in a hurry, because I don't think I can set up a clean game by myself. So it's gonna be like a quick and dirty grab, lunch to go."

"You believe that the acquisition process will incur pursuit, and necessitate urgent departure and immediate structure vectors."

"I wouldn't have said it like that-"

"Agreed."

"-but can you set that up? We'll want to kick out as soon as we can after I hit the airlock."

"Feasible. I will require the remaining latices as well."

"You'll get most of them, but I need to grab some gear and these are all we got. At least for now."

"Feasible. I will be able to remain in standby for structure entanglement for a short period after we dock, approximate one thousand years by your measure."

"I cannot tell if you're joking, I swear on Luna's breath."

"You should have adequate time to obtain the additional resources, so long the remaining latices are provided to me as priority."

"You'll get your treats, don't worry."

"I understand this may be one of the jokes you often reference. May I suggest you do not make these your primary occupation?"

"Duly noted. Okay, I'll get you gassed up. I hope I don't have to run down a bunch of favors just to find a good lead on diamonds."

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She folded the line schedule over itself again, watching for the arrival lights inside the partial cover of the kiosk. She'd polished off some kind of vegetarian pastry and a burger with a side of wings and her stomach felt strained. Walking around the station had been a good way to pick up what kind of clothes didn't stand out and she was wearing the cheapest version of them she could find, a red shirt with some doughnut shaped cartoon characters on it, which she saw a bunch of kids wearing, and blue shorts with white stripes on the legs. Left her boots back at the ship and was wearing some kind of extra-janky plastic sandals she'd seen around, plus a zippered little bag around her waist which she kind of liked. A fashion plate of generic anonymity, that was the goal.

According to the darkboy, this was a high probability site of lowered caution and raised vulnerability, expected to see passage of diamonds in transit. It hadn't looked that difficult to her, watching his fingers play along his tablet finding something like the volume she was looking for and a good spot she could hit the transport. There was a little chime and the display promised a line arrival in five minutes. She folded the schedule into the waistband of her shorts and shuffled around like all the other commuters, letting their jostles push her near to the rail exit. The escalator lowered from the ceiling and passengers started exiting the down the line, people moving around her while the boarding escalator came down a bit further up the line. She vibed her way down stream, again letting the various tourists trying to get on board spin her this way and that, passing around them, rolling and twisting to make herself as invisible as possible to their tunnel vision.

Pointing up the line, she shouted in her highest pitched voice, "Oh my gods what's that girl doing?!" and dove down the line, ducking into the crowd. Superheated air blasted from her body, her clothes burst into tatters, and she shifted hard. A howling monstrosity of teeth and claws with fur thick enough to stop a knife burst from the fertile concealed mass of humanity and leapt twelve meters off the ground, landing on the escalator next to the men in gray.

She could have spotted her target miles away. The bulky, unfashionable gray suit barely concealing whatever body armor and heat the guy was packing. Fuzzy edged face holographs, probably armored there too. Good odds it was optimized to disperse piercing attempts and heat, maybe light impact protection. Some secure carriers used automatons, but these guys didnt move loke that. Couldn't conceal the case which was encouragingly large. Two other guys front and back flanked him on the way out. Overall, perfect for anyone avoiding real attention from the general public, abysmal concealment from someone who knew what to look for. Someone who was about to generate a rather large amount of attention.

She took a deep breath.

One got off a shot, something big and explosive put a hole through her shoulder, which started closing up before the exit wound blew out. She bit down on his arm, brought her teeth together, didn't sever anything but felt bones break and he screamed through a vocal distorter. He'd live but wasn't going to bother her. The second man was slower. She grabbed the gun he was trying to get out, along with the hand it was in, and pulled.

He sailed past her, to somewhere that wasn't her problem. Two down. The guy with the case was ggetting crushed against then side of the escalator in the ensuing panic all around them both. She tried to jerk the case out of his hand but it came up short. Handcuffed on. She snarled, ropes of drool falling out of her maw. "We're going for a ride," she informed him, wrapped both clawed hands around the case, and backflipped off the escalator.

Landed, case and carrier in tow, though to her eye he'd broken one or two limbs. Another gunshot, just winged the edge of her ribs. She grabbed arm and case, snapped the cuff links and probably broke his wrist, then threw his body towards the gray man who was trying to aim around commuters trying to avoid being shot. They embraced as lovers, she left them to privacy and grabbed the case in her mouth, bounding for the ship.

She'd learned a lot wandering around the station that day, had an unerring sense of direction, and a pretty good idea which obstacles were breakable. She plowed through the glass walls of a department store in a direct route to the pavilion, jumped past two food carts, and snagged a giant chunk of sweet smelling meat rotating on a spike while the manager yelled at her, kicked her way through an info screen, tumbled down the narrow maintenance corridor, and bashed her way out through a vent across from her dock.

Technically she was far from the screams of the line stop, but she just was the kind of slavering werewolf creature that got a fresh round wherever she went. Blame the media. She shoved case and meat under one arm and, in another burst of heat, ripped the docking bay door off its hingers.

The ship already had its airlock open and she dove through. "It's me," she shouted, tearing out chunks of the meat and swallowing them whole.

"The bridge has been relocated, please go through the door at the end of this corridor." She leapt the whole way, rolling to her feet in the now somewhat familiar room. Sy turned around smiling, then went, "Oh shit!" which she ignored as a future problem.

"I am receiving multiple general notifications that all ships are to remain docked, and several more direct notifications that my power output should be lowered significantly. They have indicated they might engage in pursuit of any vehicles leaving the station."

"Yeah?" She stepped into the Pilot net. "Can you outrun em" Tossed the meat. Sy said, "Hi, what's going on?" Future problem, future problem.

"I assume this is another one of your jokes."

"It better be."

"Your vectors are ready. We can proceed from this position."

"We're about to ruin so many days. Let's hit it." She hit it.

Sorry everyone I was thinking about the lonely werewolf tgirl and her friend the sentient intergalactic magic warship again. 🥺

[vy-nm]

Beautiful 🖤

[keryahoraculi]

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[ma95art]

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[byfulcrums]

i don't mean it in a "he is traumatized now and that very clearly affected the way he acts and thinks" way (that is true, but i'm talking about the narrative and shit)

see, in s1, mark is this reckless new superhero that really just wants to be like his dad to have a reason to genuienely connect with him, since nolan isn't too present in his life due to his superhero-ing

mark is funny. he smiles a lot, he cracks jokes at the expense of his enemy during battle, he messes up multiple times w both life threatening situations and things like his girlfriend. he's working hard to meet his dad's expectations, he has a loving mom he can't really relate to, he goes to high school and has the worst grades ever. he is, to sum it up, really relatable

he's a silly teenager. he knows that being a superhero isn't just kicking ass, but that doesn't mean he's not stupid sometimes. it doesn't mean he doesn't rush into battles without back-up, or that he doesn't lose fights, or that he damages the buildings too much by trying to defeat an enemy. he's just that: a teenager dealing with how much his life is changing in the best way he can

we're so used to seeing this kind mark with a good heart that it's just natural to us. we understand him. this is who invincible is

then s2 starts. the first thing we see, is mark. and it is so obviously mark! he's cracking jokes at his enemy, he gets angry when the adult in the conversation doesn't listen to him, he's cocky and makes fun of said adult, he gets his ass kicked a little just like how a teenager would if he mocked the wrong person

this guy looks like mark, acts like mark and fights like mark. the sudden reveal that he's a murderer hits us hard

our mark is good. our mark is human. that's the best way to describe him: human. mark's humanity is what forms his whole character, what keeps him going even when it all seems lost

and then, here, we see a mark that looks human, acts human and talks human, but that is not human

this is a viltrumite, and not only in blood. this is a colonizer, a murderer, a bad person, a traitor. he is, most importantly, a kid trying to please his dad. except that this time, he agrees with what his dad wants him to do

our mark refuses to kill people (don't bring up the comics, this is about the show). this mark doesn't care about that

it makes us wonder. just why is it that mark isn't like this guy?

it makes us wonder.

what if this mark, the ruthless, cold-blooded killer version of him, is just what he's going to become?

the kid we thought we knew immediatly becomes a stranger, and it takes time for us to get to understand him again

all this starts to make you think, to read a little more deeply into everything he does and says. there are signs. we see them now. he cares about human life, but to what extent? does he care about some people more than others? is he willing to kill the criminals he fights without even listening to their reasoning? is he more worried about following the law than actually doing good?

we realize that it's never explicitly said to us, and it makes us think even more. what if this mark is just like the others? there are some that became evil after nolan left the planet. just what tells us that he won't be the same?

mark in s2 (our mark, not the evil mark) is a lot more collected

he's not a reckless teen anymore, not after everything. part of that stays in him, of course (he's literally 18), but he is so much more... precise, now. let's use his fight against the new darkwing as an example

mark, during fights (this one specifically) is a lot more serious than before. he gets pulled into that dark realm thingy, and he just has a straight face almost the whole time. "i liked the old darkwing better". he says that with little to no emotion, almost a manipulative tactic based on his opponent's motivations to get what he wants (which would be not dying)

everything is sorta good (even if mark does feel a little weird), but then darkboy makes the mistake of reminding mark of his father

when mark grabs darkwing's arm and just refuses to let him go, he's straight up scary. like, seriously. we can see how hard darkwing is trying to get free, but it's just useless, because he is so much weaker than mark (which reminds us once again of the difference between humans and viltrumites)

when mark says "you have no idea what i'm capable of", he's also kinda saying it to us

the mark we knew before was a newbie. he could barely land a punch without spinning. fights were a little more like games to him (until someone's about to die, that is), especially b4 the whole machine head ordeal

this mark? this mark reminds us that we've barely seen what his potential actually looks like. sure, we know he's strong. but what else?

viltrumites can decimate planets. mark is 17, and viltrumites can live up to a million years. so, yes. what else?

thinking about the difference between how mark behaves in s1, and how he behaves in s2