#darkest thoughts

[perfection-is-an-opinion]

~You should not be in my thoughts like this. I can't breathe without thinking of you. I can't even sleep without you infiltrating my dreams and fulfilling the desires of my daydreams~

-a poem of a new kind

[nuralishahtibor]

[bizcochitomarmolado]

Cr. mindfulofdreamss

[starbiology]

they were so good at politics I think

[shhheep]

you big into baking ? dont even joke lad

[loveinhawkins]

Once Eddie is over his “first time in the Upside Down” freak out, he tries to lighten the mood by, as always, being ridiculous. Which means that he does a breathy Dorothy Gale impression: “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Hawkins anymore.” Steve has a silent laughing fit for several minutes.

[lazylittledragon]

i'm dying my hair black and watching the new dan and phil video. what year is this

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[sserrated]

I thought I killed you, now you're knocking at my door.

But I'm gonna get it right, what will it take this time to shut you up?

Love like a lead pipe

The cold and callous type,

I hate your guts

[redzombie]

i made something

[gilverrwrites]

idk if this is too weird or dark but I’ve been thinking about Arkham Knight Jason and Slade ruining Jason’s replacement by brainwashing her or feeding her Ivy’s aphrodisiacs, so every time one of them walks in the room, you’re ready to please them. You learn to automatically open your legs or get on your knees when you hear heavy boots approaching wherever Jason’s keeping you. Jason films a lot of it too, like when Slade will find a spot on the floor and you’ll immediately move to straddle him, grinding a little as you lean down to suck the old man’s tongue.

Related posts: one, two, three, and four.

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, brainwashing, corruption, degradation, spit. Just, these two should come with one of those toxic waste symbols on their heads.

Oooohhhhhhhhh, Ivy’s aphrodisiacs but not telling/gaslighting you into believing it's all on you, you just want them so fucking bad. You're lucky to have them to take care of you. Your body isn't betraying you, it just knows better. It's your base instincts telling you you're not meant for heroism, you're meant for fucking these nasty, dirty men.

That's why you feel so flushed whenever they're in the same room as you, that's why you can't help opening your legs and bucking your hips when they look your way, that's why just the graze of their gloved fingers on your cheek makes you cry in frustration, makes you beg for more.

"You should be so fucking grateful, letting you ride our dicks." Jason likes to taunt, with his face buried in your bouncing tits, finger in the flesh of your hips. "Where would you be without us? Still at Batman's beck and call. Waste of a perfectly good slut."

There was a time when you would kick and scream whenever you were even left alone with Slade. He used to tease you, threatening to bind and gag you, knowing full well he much preferred the thrill of the fight, preferred taming you the hard way. Now, now he just whistles and you're at his feet like a good little bitch in heat.

"I don't think a minute goes by where you‘re not thinking about this cock being inside you. Is that right?" He'll coo as he holds you steady, cock pulsing in the back of your throat, making sure you choke on him until tears are streaming down your pretty face. When he finally lets you go, you know to say 'Yes, sir." If you want him to keep using you.

Also, anon, I gotta say, the image of Jason filming while you grind in Slade, sucking his tongue, fingering his silver chest hair, just being a good girl for that filthy old man is sending me and has been since I read this like WHAT.

Jason jacking off to the whole display, spitting the vilest shit while you grind a stain into Slade's pant leg with your disgustingly wet pussy. “You like that, you needy whore? Old mans barely even touched you and you're creaming all over him.

Feels good, right? Letting your body do what it wants, take what it needs?

Oh just you wait ‘til I get my hands on you baby, you're not gonna know a word that isn't ‘fuck’ and ‘please’ by the time I'm done.”

Slade doesn't even care when Jason calls him an ‘old man’, not when you're sitting pretty, drooling on his fingers and begging for a good fuck.

"You look so good getting fucked like that, pretty girl." "She feels fucking good, you like that don't ya?" "Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah yeah, please don't stop." "Oh, don't worry, you nasty slut, I'm not stopping anytime soon." "Now smile for the camera bat-brat, this is going out to all of Gotham. Say 'Hi Batman!' Ha, blow him a big kiss baby."

And you're so fucking out of it from the pheromones or just, the euphoria of being bent and twisted and praised and degraded and railed just right, or whatever reason, that you do exactly that; With Jason's fist in your hair, his spit on your face, a smile on your lips. You flutter your lashes, waving limply into the lens as you say 'H-hi Batman! MuWAH!'

Shit, what if when they're not around they have all the footage Jason took playing on a loop wherever they're holding you. Intermitted with clip/photos of you pre-capture To remind you of how far you've fallen.

[dark-longings]

Le feu follet, 1963. Louis Malle.

[nuralishahtibor]

“Her eyes glazed as the sun set,

Lips coated in red,

She screamed and wept,

As a red petal fell into her lap,

Her chest heaves with every breath,

Sobs and chokes full of anguish,

Another petal falls,

Cutting off all air,

Memories of love and light,

Drowning in the chaos of her own mind,

The memory of his blue eyes,

All but faded inside,

Vines criss cross inside her chest,

Flowers blooming without no rest,

The man she loved with honesty and care,

Never once returned the love which was unfair,

Blood pooled from her stained lips,

Hands gripping her chest with limited air,

She cries out once more,

Knowing her end was approaching evermore,

Dragging herself across the boards,

She calls for the creature swimming below,

A mermaid of the deep,

Who could hear the sounds of her own heartbeat,

It’s tail so blue,

It’s eyes full of hue,

She wept before the creatures feet,

Begging for it to end her pleas,

She chokes up a flower bud,

Rosés blending in with the color of her blood,

The vines in her chest grow thicker,

A ticking time bomb as the light flickers,

She closes her eyes,

The Mermaid singing with all its might,

She releases one last breath,

A memory of her love vanished at last…”

[starbiology]

headcanon that the darkest faerie is just scuttling around the kingdom of altador this whole time lol

[vampire-dove]

RIP Nicki you would have loved traumadumping

[xycolia]

"𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁."

𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜