When Darkness Comes, Run Like Hell

33 / 18+ / he/they

[envihellbender]

“The most powerful thing in the world isn’t a weapon, it’s a story.”

🔞 18+ only. Writing is mature/explicit. Dead Dove. 🔞

DNI: zionists, swerfs, transphobes + terfs + transandrophobes, any right wing, fandom police weirdos, loli/shota

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Rules for requests: no animals being hurt, no kids being hurt (teenagers are case by case but generally 16+ is fine), no Pennywise. I write fanfic for fun so I have the right to refuse to do any prompt for any reason.

Before interacting: I have social anxiety and severe ADHD so I’m really bad at responding to messages and socialising, don’t take it personally if I am not engaging much with you. Also I’m a system but don’t call me plural.

“To you I may be obscene, but to myself I simply am.”

✨ About me ✨

Name: Eddie

Astro: ♈️☀️ ♋️🌙 ♐️☁️

My husband: @ninetimesthepain 💖

Pronouns: he/him / they/them

Gender: Demig?y

Also: Fagfreak, Manthing

Orientation: Demi-Gay

Location: West Yorkshire, UK

Other: Irish, trans masc, OSDD1b system, intersex, cripple, AuDHD, metalhead, weeb, comic book nerd, bookworm, movie geek, gaymer, gorehound, queer, left wing

“You'll find no escape once you're captured on tape, I'm aware it's a bit avant-garde”

Movies: Saw, Scream, Animal Room, Halloween (original), Fear Street, American Psycho, Thirteen Ghosts, Death of a Unicorn, X, Re-Animator, the Lost Boys, Ringu, the Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, Nosferatu, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Oldboy, Sympathy for Mister Vengeance, SLC Punk, Igby Goes Down, Late Night with the Devil, the Knives Out series, My Bloody Valentine (original), Silent Night Deadly Night (original), The Crow, Thank You For Smoking, Ravenous, Event Horizon, V/H/S, Presence, Spree, Creep, If…, Jaws, Nightmare on Elm Street (original 1 + 2), Friday the 13th, Child’s Play, The Exorcist 3, and Donnie Darko.

Games: Horror, fantasy, JRPGs, dating sims, visual novels… I prefer games that are character and lore focused. Such as Dead by Daylight, Resident Evil, the Dark Pictures anthology, Alan Wake, the Outlast Trials, Hades, Silent Hill, Baldur’s Gate, OFF, Mouthwashing, Disco Elysium, Fire Emblem, Persona, Date Everything, and Breath of the Wild.

Multiverse: Batman, Star Wars, Dragon Age, Castlevania, and Five Nights At Freddy’s.

Podcasts: The Magnus Archives & Protocol, Malevolent, The Silt Verses, Old Gods of Appalachia, The White Vault, Rogues!, Quiet Part Loud, Batman Unburied,

TV Shows: Succession, Fargo, Interview with a Vampire, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Stranger Things, Barry, Deep Space Nine, Breaking Bad, the Creep Tapes, Creepshow, Criminal Minds, the Midnight Diner, One Piece, Hannibal, House MD, 911 (original + Lonestar), What We Do In The Shadows, Inside No 9, Black Mirror

Anime/Manga: Beastars, Bungou Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen, Paranoia Agent, Monster, Parasyte, Assasination Classroom, My Hero Academia, JJBA, Naruto, Tokyo Ghoul, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Chainsaw Man, Kengan Ashura, The Apothecary Diaries, The Summer Hikaru Died, Given, Beastars, the Metalhead Next Door, Death Note, Mob Psycho, anything Junji Ito

Bands: I like metal and rock music as a whole. I’ll only write content for bands like Ghost, Sleep Token, Rare Americans, Ice Nine Kills, and Bad Omens - any bad that has a fictional universe, but I won’t do anything involving real people.

Books: The Locked Tomb series, Fight Club (book not movie book not movie) the Lunar Gothic trilogy, Choke, Haunted, Survivor, Invisible Monsters, Not Forever But For Now, Chaingang Allstars, You’d Look Better As A Ghost, Blackwater, Heads will Roll, Atlas Six, Thirteen Storeys, Family Business, Sherlock Holmes (ACD verse), Frankenstein, Choke, Haunted, Invisible Monsters, Mexican Gothic, Shrines of Gaiety, Black Sheep, Such Sharp Teeth, So Thirsty, Medea, The Reformatory, Legends and Lattes, Books and Bonedust, The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter, The Cutting Room, Choke, Survivor, You’d Look Better As A Ghost, Vicious, Hamlet (I know it’s a play but shush)

Graphic Novels/Comics: Watchmen, Blacksad, V For Vendetta, any Batman, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Swampthing, Trese

[slowlikehoney1996]

If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal

[envihellbender]

One + Steve

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Horror, implied gore

Fandom: Stranger Things x Dead by Daylight

Characters: Steve Harrington, One / Vecna, Eddie Munson (briefly)

Ships: Steddie

Content: Character deaths, Eddie Steve and One in a trial

The first surprise that Steve experienced in a long time in this nightmare of a realm was seeing Eddie again. Steve was at the campfire, terror filling his stomach when all of a sudden Eddie was running from the forest towards him. Steve stared in disbelief and got to his feet as a wheezing, frantic Eddie flung his arms around Steve’s waist. He held Eddie back, squeezing him tight not caring if it was a trick by the Entity. He got to bury his face into Eddie’s hair smell his apple scented shampoo and the Axe body spray that clung to his boyfriend’s clothes. Steve sobbed, when he got to sit by the campfire with Eddie, the boy he was sure he’d never get to see again. At least, he thought, after the trial they could go to the forest, Steve could show Eddie his room, they could curl up in bed and sleep. They could be together until the Entity needed them in that monstrous dream world it created.

The problem was the second surprise.

One. The Vecna from Hawkins, not the one Steve had seen in this world before. Whatever the thing was called, it was here. He saw it the second the trial started, or felt it rather. He heard his voice and smelt that musky rot that filled that fucking house with those intimidating clocks. Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him behind him, desperate to keep him safe. He knew this Eddie would come back, but he couldn’t let him die. Not again. He could stay with him this time, make sure he wasn’t a hero.

Unfortunately, when they were both close to death and in what looked like the final stretch… Eddie pushed Steve out of the way and took the hit. As he watched Eddie be killed again Steve screamed, it seemed that spark of heroism was still there. Steve watched as Eddie ensured One’s attention was fixed entirely on him. Steve should have run then, but he didn’t, he stood and watched. He grabbed Eddie’s hand as he hung there, so at least this time he was with him at the end.

After the Entity took Eddie Steve heard a low laugh, he swallowed and turned around. It seemed the creature hadn’t left.

“Sh-shit,” Steve stammered, he tried to back away as the monstrosity that unfortunately was horribly familiar stood in front of him. He swallowed and tried to regain some composure. “So, took the freaky death God thing a while to bring you here. Seriously, I’ve fought the weird alien thing from well Alien, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, but someone from my actual life? Wait, there is the demogorgon but you’re an actual person. Right? Crazy.”

“I do not… know you,” One said in a disjointed but familiar voice. Steve gave a hollow humourless laugh, that made sense. Eddie was taken before they met Vecna, but when he was still Steve’s. Maybe it was the same here, or maybe not. He couldn’t be sure. Maybe One was just trying to unsettle him.

“Well, I mean, you killed my- you killed Eddie. Remember him?” Steve spluttered, he stumbled as he kept trying to increase the distance between him and One, unsuccessfully as the thing seemed to be able to glide without so much as a momentary hindrance.

“Eddie… ah. Edward.” One paused, but then he gave a small nod of recognition. “The banished… the bats did that. I didn’t touch him. Besides. He is here. I killed him again. You watched him hang.”

“Yeah, thanks for that. I guess,” Steve snapped, wondering if he could pick up a brick from the pile on the ground. Would it even hurt his hunter?

“Wait,” One hissed, his eyes burning and his fried lips sneering. “You were one of the brats who kept getting in my way.”

“Not an inaccurate statement.” Steve tried to make a run for it, seeing if his old basketball trick to get past One would work. It didn’t, he discovered that was a hand that was more like a talon grabbed his arm, burning him at the touch.

“Now it’s time to join your lover, Steven Harrington,” One wheezed, in a voice that seemed like a cross between a taunt and a whisper.

[envihellbender]

‘Why did I not see your true face until it was too late’

Rating: Mature themes

Fandom: Batman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent

Ships: Twobats

Content: post-breakup, post Harvey becoming Two Face, Bruce trauma dumps, AU version of Bruce who is the traditional Bruce Wayne’s son who works as a forensic pathologist for the GCPD (Batman Unburied inspired).

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Heads for Yes

Present Day

“I should have remembered it was you,” Bruce began into the dictaphone, his hand shook as he did. His therapist recommended writing his feelings down but that didn’t help, he needed to speak them out into the universe. Only he couldn’t repeat it to anyone else, it felt like he was betraying Harvey by doing so. Instead Bruce wanted to speak it knowing that no one but himself would ever hear it. “The child I saw in Minnesota. Do you remember that, Harvey?” He sighed, pressed pause and cleared the tears from his throat. Even saying his felt like someone was clawing at his chest. “I thought the first time we met was in the GCPD building, I didn’t even remember it was you who took me to that mine in the mountains. You hide your accent really well now, maybe that was why. But… Let’s start there. Here’s the story of our first encounter.”

15th of December 2004

Bruce knew there was a lot of deaths associated with this town, like a dark cloud was hanging over it. Since Father had brought him here on a work matter, Bruce decided instead of sitting in board meetings as he was supposed to he’d investigate the mountain of death as he’d christened it. It looked fairly mundane he thought as he stood by the base of the mountain, but undeterred he still took photos of the rocks and wrote in his notebook anything that seemed relevant. He thought he was alone, which was why the sudden Minnesotan accent from behind him caused him to jump out of his skin.

“Your Mister Wayne’s kid, aren’t ya?” The stranger asked, Bruce turned around sheepishly to see a boy around his age of thirteen with dirty blond hair. His limbs looked too long for his body and he was still growing into his navy parka. Bruce clung to his camera and avoided looking into the boy’s face.

“Yes. Bruce. Thom. Either is fine,” Bruce shrugged, generally he was the former with everyone but the family. In that case he was the latter but he was still figuring out which he wanted to be. Honestly, he had no idea who the boy was. An embarrassing fact. “I’m sorry, I’ve been avoiding all of the meetings so I- are you…?”

“Harvey. My dad is-” Harvey began, Bruce felt foolish as he realised.

“Mister Dent, right,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

“What are you doing here?”

“Research. I want to document the mountain.”

“Why?” Harvey seemed curious, but Bruce began to worry that he was trespassing. Maybe Harvey would report back to his father and it would effect the buyout of the mine.

“A school project.” It was a lie, Bruce had no such thing, he simply wanted to document hikes in dangerous areas and figure out the most likely cause of death would be.

“You don’t sound like you’re from Gotham city. Gotham state maybe.”

“Why not?”

“You have longer vowel sounds, but you don’t cut off Gs. I guess that’s a rich people thing.”

“Unfortunately my father did not wish me to speak with the dialect of the place my family has lived for generations.” Bruce’s bitterness was clear, he’d been curious about his city, the one his family supposedly benefitted so much. However he was rarely allowed outside of the mansion grounds and never without an escort. Harvey crouched and began to peer at the rocks Bruce was interested in.

“This here,” Harvey began, picking up a large black rock. “Smart of you to point this out, this comes from the mine but it shouldn’t he here. It’s from one of the carts. It’s coal. So, for it to be here someone would have had to have taken and dropped it.”

“That’s what I thought,” Bruce replied excitedly, him and Harvey shared a secret, small smile.

“I can take you into the mines if you like,” Harvey suggested, there was a clear attempt to seem casual but a hint of nervousness made him stammer slightly. Bruce’s eyes widened, his ears pricked up and he suddenly felt a rush of excitement fill his stomach.

“Are we allowed to go in there?” He asked, not entirely sure he cared what the answer was.

“Technically no, but since my dad’s a mining inspector, I know how to. He’s taken me there a lot.” Harvey ran one hand through his mop of blond hair, Bruce’s eyes were fixed on his lips. “Do you want to go?” Harvey speaking again threw Bruce out of his little daydream.

“I- Sure. Is it safe?”

“If you know what you’re doing.”

“Sure. Let’s go.” When Bruce agreed Harvey’s eyes lit up, Bruce felt a rush from actually being able to go somewhere secret, without anyone watching him… that was enough. That was exactly what he needed.

Tails for No

Present Day

“You know what else I should have done?” Bruce continued into his dictaphone. “The next time I met you when you came into the morgue, I should have helped you. But no, I had some idiotic loyalty to the man who just- who didn’t- ugh.” He paused the recorder and his head hung forward, burying his face in his arms.

26th of July, 2022

“Doctor Wayne?” A far too smooth and even voice asked breaking Bruce from his concentration. He almost dropped his scalpel as his neck snapped upwards, he paused his dictaphone - old and battered but he did have a very specific way of handling things. Standing over him and the body that had been brought in that morning was the Internal Affairs agent everyone had been muttering about. Harvey Dent, or Two Face as Detective Bullock called him. Harvey was the youngest man in his field, and Bruce could hardly believe they were the same age.

“Oh. Erm. Yes. Hello. How can I help you?” Bruce stammered, mentally berating himself, he didn’t have his father’s- Bruce Wayne Senior’s- grace and poise when it came to such things. He hid behind his fringe as he placed the tools he’d been using neatly down next to the cadaver.

“I was hoping we could talk about some members of the GCPD,” Harvey asked, charm oozing from his every pore. Bruce swallowed, secretly he actually did support what Harvey was doing. However, he was fresh out of medical school himself and wasn’t exactly welcome in the building. It wasn’t as if his father’s connections would help.

“I- Yes. Of course.” Bruce swallowed, he bit his lip before adding. “I’ve not worked here long, so I don’t know if I can be of use.” He knew he was speaking too quickly and being defensive, but he didn’t know how to approach this situation.

“Of course but I hear you’ve known Detective James Gordon for a while now, is that right?” Harvey’s question was needless, they both knew the answer. Any lie Bruce told would simply make him look suspicious.

“I- Well, he is the only one who’s keep the case into the death of my aunt and uncle open,” Bruce mumbled, his cheeks burning red. “He seems to care about finding the killer. And I owe him everything for that.”

“So you’d do anything for him?”

“I- I don’t know-”

“Even if he asked for something you didn’t want to give?”

“What do you- what are you talking about?”

“Bruce,” Harvey began, oddly familiar. “Look, I know this is difficult to talk about but—

Present day

Bruce slammed the stop button on the dictaphone as his head fell into his hands. He swallowed, tears falling down his face as the memory filled his mind and caused his temples to ache.

“I can’t do this. I can’t,” Bruce muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes with the heals of his palms. “Fuck.” He pressed record again. “I don’t need to reiterate the whole story, it’s obvious. If I’d have given evidence Harvey would have been able to completely reform the entire department. If I hadn’t frozen when Harvey pushed and pressed me about mine and Gordon’s history… Fuck. I’m sorry, Harvey. I’m so sorry.”

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Bruce kept the dictaphone on paused and resting on the table for quite some time, he stared at it, terrified to continue. Eventually he picked it up, swallowed and hit record.

“It’s… it’s strange doing this. As if you’re dead,” Bruce said between heavy breaths. “Because you’re not. You’re still there, half of you anyway. But you’ve- it isn’t just you now. And I can’t… I can’t see you without- Fuck.” He exhaled and ran a hand through his black hair. “I need to tell that story, don’t I? That’s the one that matters.”

Three weeks ago

“Doctor Wayne,” Harvey began, he was always at home in the court room. He had a confidence Bruce rarely saw anywhere else, it was so enthralling watching Harvey pace up and down, easy to hang on his every word. It was almost enough for Bruce to forget why he was there. He was a witness, the only one who could actually call out a cover up by the Falcone crime family. “I notice that despite being the one who did the autopsy for the victim you were not brought forward as a witness.”

“No, I was not,” Bruce said firmly, trying to pretend it was just another trial, not one with a man who’s cock had been hitting the back of the forensic pathologist’s throat the night before.

“Do you know why?” Harvey asked, throwing a glance at Falcone’s favourite hitman who stared at Bruce with two intense eyes. He wasn’t intimidated, Harvey was there. He could protect him, so Bruce thought, anyway.

“Because I refused to state that the victim’s death was suicide,” he said firmly, his head filling with the image of the young man who laid on his table. The boy who’d been viciously beaten and garrotted.

“And if I may bring the Jury’s attention to Doctor Wayne’s report on page fifty six item 32b, your honour,” Harvey continued, picking up the file on the prosecution’s desk, he began flicking through the selection of evidence. “In this, Doctor Wayne you declare the cause of death to be head trauma and strangulation, not hanging?”

“That is correct.”

“Why come to that conclusion specifically? What makes you think it wasn’t self inflicted?”

“The first clue is that the victim was unconscious when the strangulation occurred,” Bruce began, his report had one clear answer and he kept telling himself he needed to make sure that story was told. For the victim if for nothing else. The scarring on the neck suggested that the wire used had been pulled downwards and didn’t cause the clean break a noose or similar would have done. This, as well as his many physical injuries such as a fractured skull, and a crushed rib cage, suggested he was garrotted until subdued, beaten unconscious, and then strangled until dead.”

“In your professional opinion, how likely is it that the victim was simply committing suicide after being in a vicious fight?” Harvey was very careful about repeating the defence’s story, not mocking or twisting, simply stating facts.

“Well, given that we know that he was unconscious during the act itself, it seems almost impossible to-“

“Objection your honour,” the defence attorney cried out, when everyone turned towards the man there was a deafening gunshot that rang through the room. Bruce didn’t even get a look into the Defence attorney’s face. All he saw was two bodies slumped forward, spilling out blood, fragments of bone, and chunks of brain onto the table. Stood in the lawyer’s place was a grinning, maniacal young man with ragged green hair - with copper colour roots. He had brutal scars spreading from his lips and cutting into his cheeks. He was dressed in a too large purple dress shirt, half tucked into green trousers with suspenders that didn’t look like they were even made of fabric but something more biological.

Everyone here knew who he was.

The Joker did not need an introduction.

“How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?” The monster asked, giggling as he strutted towards Doctor Wayne and Harvey Dent. “However many walk out of this courtroom alive.”

“Security, get him out of here,” the judge demanded, banging her gavel, the Joker simply giggled and strutted forward, approaching Harvey and staring at Bruce as if the man knew precisely what their relationship was.

“Tell me, Harvey, Gotham’s White Knight,” the Joker asked, wrapping one arm around Harvey’s shoulders and holding him down as he struggled. “If I tell you how I got my scars will you tell me how you got yours?”

“What sca-” Harvey interrupted himself with a guttural, twisted yell. Bruce stared, frozen to the docket in horror as he saw a container of acid be thrown in Harvey’s handsome face. Bruce felt his body freeze as the green liquid clung to Harvey’s skin, causing it to sizzle and hiss. The horrific stench of melting skin filled the room, as Bruce forced himself to look as Harvey yelled and screamed, his hands clawing as his skin thawed from his—

Present Day

“No. No. That’s it. Thats the end. There we have it,” Bruce swallowed, his chest heaving like he’d just come out of an intense cardio session at the gym. When he spoke it was a rambling, mangled stream of consciousness, he was barely aware of what he was saying. He didn’t even consider that he’d not stopped recording.

“The moment I watched your career be… destroyed. Alongside your face. I remember the sour, rotting smell. The sound of bubbling skin mixing with the way you cried.” Bruce began to sob, his tears falling on the dictaphone that whirred beneath him. “And how no one came to help you for a second. Everyone was too scared to stand up to the joker, too scared to do anything. I don’t know if I helped or if I made things worse. Maybe I should have taken Joker down, maybe I should have ensured his arrest him rather than jumping into saving you. I don’t know if you meant it when you said you’d rather die than become this… I don’t know if you’re even still you. But as much as it hurts to see you this way, I’m glad you’re still breathing. That I get to look at one of your eyes. Maybe apart of me is glad I get to see both of your faces now, I just wish it didn’t happen like this.”

Bruce swallowed, he left the tape recording silence for a moment before he picked the dictaphone up and held it to his lips.

“That’s it. End of story. That’s how I failed Harvey Dent,” he said simply as he hit stop. He pressed eject and slipped the tape out of the machine, holding it in his hands. Maybe he should destroy it, or maybe it was the last remaining scrap he had of the true Harvey. For a moment, a terrifying second, he wondered if he should flip a coin.

[namura018]

Damian and his labels :((

[tlirsgender]

I feel like . A lot of Being Autistic is giving people way too much benefit of the doubt cause you're trying not to have a social anxiety paranoia doom spiral but sometimes they really and truly just are treating you like that & you have to be the crazy one & be like I know you're fucking lying to me

Like oh yeah no it's not that I didn't notice. I've just been ignoring it. Yknow. Which somehow feels worse and stupider than if I really didn't know any better

[wizardarchetypes]

I used to work with a woman who was extremely nasty-mean to me for absolutely no reason at all. She was generally unpleasant to everyone, but it was obvious to me (and to another coworker) that she had something very pointed against me in particular and made it no secret. It got so bad that I made several official complaints, and my supervisor said, "that's just how she talks to everyone. She's super blunt, but she doesn't mean it! Maybe you're just misunderstanding her tone because you're Autistic?"

Later during my 6-month employee review, the same supervisor said, "sometimes when you correct people, you can come on a little too strong and intimidate or offend people."

We went over the specific instances he was referring to, and I said, "I don't think I was unfair or too harsh in any of those situations. I think I was just straightforward for clarity."

He said, "maybe you don't realize your tone is too harsh because you're Autistic?"

So there it is.

If someone's very obviously singling you out to be outright cruel and unfair, you must give them the benefit of the doubt, because you're Autistic and cannot understand.

If you're being straightforward and normal, but someone thinks you're being unfair, you do not get the benefit of the doubt, because you're Autistic and cannot understand.

And when you point this out to allistic people, either they don't believe you, do not care, or do not try to understand.

[jessaerys]

what in the world are "pity likes" you guys are inventing new ways to be insecure. every like i give is a like with my whole pussy

[victusinveritas]

[borkborkheresadork]

@vague-magnus-archives

[sophsun1]

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia – 7.13: The High School Reunion

[need-him-pregnant-poll]

NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT *SEASON TWO* ROUND 4 POLL 17

TUMBLR! Who's getting pregnant?

Emmett Forrest (Legally Blonde: The Musical)

Richard “Dick” Grayson (DC)

Voting ended on10h

PROPAGANDA:

[Emmett]

"Just listen to the song "Take it Like a Man" from the musical and you'll understand. Emmett is Elle's trophy wife and he'd love to have her babies."

[Dick]

"Just look at him and tell me you don't want to get him preggo."

[unicornconnor]

Nightwing is about to burst

What have you done, Jason?

[hagihino]

[batbabydamian]

"I'm sorry I wasn't really there for you when it happened." Robin (2021) #5

[virolowren]

let’s betray our mentor together

[envihellbender]

People who say married sex sucks are weak as hell because this year I’ve been married five years and my husband still finds new and exciting ways to make me orgasm until my entire body gives out over and over again

[envihellbender]

Example trial with The Scarecrow o:

Rating: Mature / 18+ (includes dark themes, gore, and abuse references.)

Fandom: Batman / Dead By Daylight

Characters: Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow, Quentin Smith, Haddie Kaur, Sable Ward, Orela Rose.

Content: DBD au, character death x4, ref to CSA, nightmares, fear, phobias

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy

Quentin is the first to know that this new realm is a dream, one that strikes pure, bone-quaking terror into Quentin’s soul. It was similar to the first time he’d been led to this maze like a mouse and been made to try and escape Freddy Krueger, that had happened so many times that Quentin didn’t care much. This dream was different, it didn’t feel quite so closed off. It felt less like he was in a ball of fog and more like he was continuously falling into the mist that rapidly changed around him. As Quentin’s anxiety spiked, the surroundings became more distorted, the trees turned into angry spikes that ripped through the orange sky, his own limbs werent stable and clear by appearance. That’s how he knew it wasn’t real, because if his arm really had become a spiral in on itself how would he be able to help fix the generator. Unfortunately, though it still meant he made stupid mistakes. He caused explosions and kept taking the wrong turn, and not just because of the landscape. The fact that every time he looked in a doorway, window, or caught his reflection Freddy Krueger stared back at him with tooth smile didn’t help.

As Quentin’s panic rose even more, causing his heart to beat against his chest as a drumming noise filled his ears, Freddy gets bigger. He grows, grows, and keeps growing. Not that it’s the actual Freddy, no that one is different. This one is the one from his dreams who picked him up between his fingers and crushed his body with them. The only similarity is the same lustful, predatory gaze that Quentin was too young to understand the first time he met the monster. He tries hiding in a locker to escape the hallucinations, unaware that the Scarecrow is watching him far too closely to miss it.

When the door opens, it’s Freddy, he appears just like his standard form from the trials. Except it can’t be. It isn’t. Quentin’s seen the killer in this trial he looks like a demented farmer. When Quentin realises this the image in front of him flashes to its true form - a scarecrow with long syringes instead of fingers. The needles glow orange, and there’s a noose around his neck. Quentin stares, and just like the first time he saw Freddy Quentin doesn’t know if this thing is even human.

The second time Quentin gets caught is the one he berates himself for - because he didn’t even hear the Scarecrow coming. Quentin was working on a generator, barely able to hold it together and avoid blowing anything up when he’s snatched from behind. The third and final time, Quentin was hit from behind just after he’d been unhooked. That was when everything around him stopped. The landscape returned to being a normal farm, and there’s no Freddy staring at him. Quentin turns around to see the Scarecrow towering over him, flashing between his actual face and Freddy Krueger’s.

“Sleep tight, son,” the Scarecrow grins. Quentin feels the needles stab through his chin into his mouth and through his nose. The serum inside fills Quentin’s body causing him to shake and sob as his body implodes into itself from the intense, man made poison that’s flowing through it.

Three for a Girl, Four for a Boy

Haddie recognised it instantly, but it felt impossible. She whispered ‘no fucking way’ to herself as she looked around. She knew this place, she knew it from comic books and computer games. She knew it because she was in the realm of her favourite Batman character, somehow Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow, was currently hunting her down for sport. The things that Haddie had experienced here however were so surreal, that this might as well just happen, she thought in not quite defeat. Instantly she knew the only thing to defeat Scarecrow was to stay calm, as well as shutting her eyes and hoping that the distorted corpses of her family and enormous faces would disappear on their own.

For awhile Haddie managed to hide and avoid the killer, not focusing on generators as much as she normally would but she healed Quentin and Orela. When she heard Quentin’s scream however a knot of guilt and failure began growing in her stomach. From her spot in the farm house she watched Scarecrow carry Quentin to the hook, feeling responsible. Maybe that’s why she babied him that match, she followed and unhooked him both times he got taken. She forced herself to watch as he got killed, it was a foolish mistake. She had managed to get by unscathed until then. Unfortunately, she didn’t run away quick enough, that was when she got her first loss. It was strange hearing that familiar chuckle in her ear, she wondered which Scarecrow the Entity took. This one sounded like the one from the PlayStation 3 Arkham Asylum game, but she could be wrong. She let out an unwilling scream as she felt the hook cut through her back, she never could get used to it.

Five for Silver, Six for Gold - Sable

Sable didn’t seem perturbed by the dreamy quality to this new little farmhouse the Entity had brought them too. She wandered around it at first soaking in the energy. It was twilight in Louisiana, hot and sticky with insects everywhere. They were in the middle of a cornfield with a dilapidated farmhouse, except this wasn’t the real location, it had been super exposed onto somewhere else. A city, maybe. Sable preferred the farm, it was quieter here, even though she felt the pain seeping through the hay bales and holding the barns in place. She managed to lurk around corners, avoiding getting a good look at the killer. She saw a strange straw figure, a Scarecrow presumably, which didn’t seem too terrifying to her. Or the crows it seemed. She explored the barn, her steps quiet and hesitant but as always she followed the path she always felt drawn to. She needed to be in the basement, she needed to be beneath the ground, connect with the Entity in ways the other survivors couldn’t.

Sable began the invocation, becoming enraptured with the words very quickly, feeling disconnected from her surroundings but engulfed in the world of magic. The circle of salt began to harden as they became hot in a way that only the cold can bring. She had almost finished when she heard footsteps down the cellar steps. She tried not to rush, things like this needed time and patience. Unfortunately, she wasn’t given the luxury of either. Before she could say the final words she felt needles in her neck and husky cackle in her right ear.

“And what do you fear? A world without her?” the Scarecrow mocked as she was slung over his shoulder. “Because without her, what are you?”

Sable screamed out as Scarecrow lifted her onto the basement hook, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t see what she feared, and now she realised why. Mikayla wasn’t here, that was it. Normally all of their trials were together, and now she was gone. Maybe forever, maybe not. She didn’t think even the Entity truly understood how this world worked.

Seven for a Secret Never To Be Told - Orela

Orela couldn’t see what scared the others so much. Haddie winced constantly and Quentin shook so much he couldn’t even hold a wrench. Orela could only see a hazy, unstable world but that seemed fairly standard for the Entity, she’d seen Haddie especially in significantly worse places without batting an eye. As such, Orela was relatively calm as Quentin approached her, she gave a small smile and nod as a hello. He knelt down next to her on the ground as she worked on the generator.

“Scarecrow’s coming but I’m gonna get him away, okay, ▄▄▄▄?” Quentin whispered. Orela froze and looked up at him, panic filling her shaking body. How could Quentin possibly know that name?

“Wh-what?” She stammered, grateful she didn’t manage to ruin the wiring in front of her.

“I’ll go distract the killer, you stay here. Okay, Ore-" Quentin’s words glitched and a voice came out of his mouth that wasn’t his. “▄▄?”

“I- yeah. Yes. Right,” Orela stammered, she felt her shoulders rise to her ears and her spine curve forward. It’s okay, she told herself, it’s not real. It’s just that Scarecrow fucker screwing with you. She tried to focus on the generator, but it was then that the machine became cleaner and shinier… so much so she caught her reflection. Except it wasn’t her, it was ▄▄▄▄. Her hair was almost shaved, her face had hair growing from her chin. She repressed a yelp and shook her head. The distraction caused the generator to blow and she bolted towards the nearest locker. She slipped inside, grateful she wasn’t seen, feeling a small sense of achievement as she watched Scarecrow look for her, when he had no idea where she’d hid.

“No one believes you,” a deep voice purred suddenly and mockingly into Orela’s ear. She jumped but covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming out.

“You’re not real,” Orela hissed instinctively, not that many things here were real.

“More real than you. This is all an act. It’s all fake. And everyone knows it, ▄▄▄▄.” The hallucination sounded familiar, it was almost like her father’s voice, except without the thick accent. It was hers, but distorted and lower in tone.

“That’s not my name.” Orela whispered this was an adamant and strength she didn’t know she had.

“It’s my name. And I’m you.”

“No. No you’re not. You’re not real. Fuck you. Not real.”

“Do you think you’ll escape? Do you think you’re fast enough? Strong enough?” The voice grew louder and angrier, confirming that Scarecrow couldn’t hear it, which was something.

“We’ll find out, won’t we?” Orela watched as Scarecrow began to chase Quentin and saw Sable limp away. She slipped out to Haddie without thinking, clinging to her medkit. She wondered if this would get her killed, maybe the pain would rip through the fear induced delirium, there was only one way to find out.

[envihellbender]

Yandere batfam headcanons o:

Yandere Batfamily Headcanons

Characters: Bruce Wayne (older/retired), Bruce Wayne (younger/au), Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Oracle. (Mentioned: Edward Nygma, Bernard Dowd, Kon-El, Roman Sidonis, and Harvey Dent (/Harv).

Contains: toxic relationships, stalking, what some might consider incest I guess, reference to trauma, feedee/feeder reference

Bruce Wayne (older/retired, The Dark Knight Returns Aligned, Bruce and unnamed love interest):

The target of Bruce’s affections is always going to be just that. A target. Someone he will watch through a camera screen as he pays all of his men an obscene amount of money to ensure that they’re constantly observed. That person will never be allowed even a singular moment of privacy, everything they say and do will be seen and taken note of by Bruce. Whether it is used against them later depends entirely on Bruce’s emotional state.

Bruce is unlikely to actually act on his infatuation, he settles for simply watching from afar. Excluding any close relationships his target may have, family is fine but friends and romantic partners are out of the question. He sabotages any attempts at close relationships from a far, often showing up unannounced at restaurants his target might frequent. Of course it takes a while for his target to realise why any potential romantic partner stops shopping up to dates and even disconnecting the number they have… but soon they start to connect the dots. Still, no one will believe that Bruce Wayne is stalking them, especially now he’s so reclusive. It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?

Bruce Wayne (younger, Batman Unburied Aligned, forensic pathologist AU, Riddlebats):

This version of Bruce is much more able and willing to have close relationships of all kinds. However, he is extremely protective of everyone he loves, to a suffocating level. When it comes to Ed, it involves intense levels of surveillance, injecting a tracking chip into his neck so that Bruce can always make sure Ed is safe. Bruce is suspicious of anyone who spends time with Ed, even if they seem friendly, he worries about Ed being up to criminal acts sure but he’s terrified anyone who he hasn’t approved of must be a bad influence or out to hurt Ed. This is what results in Bruce engaging in feedism far more, Ed doesn’t mind, in fact he quite likes it… But Bruce keeps quiet that a big motivation for him is that if Ed is a immobile, not only would he be extremely handsome but he’d also be confined to their home. No one would be able to see Ed, and Bruce can dedicate his time to taking care of him.

When it comes to the Robins, this Bruce is extremely protective over them (his brothers in our verse of course.) He overlooks their medical care, handles every one of their prescriptions, and keeps a close eye on all of them. He doesn’t survey them to the same level as he does Ed primarily because of the fact older Bruce (their adopted father in this verse) is doing just that. However, Bruce does keep a much closer eye on the Robins than he’d ever admit. Especially Jason after he comes back as Red Hood, for him Bruce has several informants in the criminal underground that keep him updated for large amounts of money. Jason knows but pretends he doesn’t, Bruce gets irate if Jason goes a day without contacting Bruce. He cannot stand the idea of losing his brother. This is new to Jason, but to Richard, Tim, and Damian, it’s exactly how Bruce had been behaving ever since Jason died. For Tim and Damian they don’t know any differently. Their eldest brother is constantly holding them too tightly, demanding to know where they’ve been, and insisting on daily check ins. Unlike their father however, the amount of love Bruce shows makes up for it. Most of the time.

Richard Grayson (Nightwing era, Rich x Jason, Rich x Oracle):

Rich refuses to lose another loved one. A trait which gets worse after Jason dies, even after Jason returns Rich doesn’t change. He is convinced something is going to go wrong, and that’s when his possessive, sweet tendencies start to turn into something far more worrying. When Tim Drake joins the family Rich very quickly makes him feel as one of the gang by callingtexting a great deal, showing up unexpectedly, and panicking if Tim goes off the radar for too long. Rich is often hanging around at his favourite look out spots, which have all been moved to look over at Tim. Rich also hacks into Tim’s phone and computer, which Tim knows but he doesn’t mind that Rich does so. He finds out that Tim knows when he gets a text from his brother saying that he’s going to look at some porn now so Rich might want to not check between now and a couple of hours.

In verses where Rich is in a relationship with Oracle, there is a recurring argument about how clingy Rich can be. Before Jason dies, Oracle considered it cute. They didn’t mind the many phone calls and text messages, or the fact that he got worried if it had been a couple of hours with no response. After Rich lost Jason however it became overwhelming. Rich was constantly trying to track Oracle’s phones and computers, and whilst they could very easily hide what they’re doing that isn’t the point. Oracle feels like Rich doesn’t trust them, and no matter how much Rich insists it’s not because he doesn’t trust them it’s because he wants them to be safe… Oracle doesn’t back down. They do not like to spend so much time being observed.

In verses where Rich is in a relationship with Jason, prior to Jason dying Rich was clingy in a way that Jason appreciated. When someone is constantly grilling him on his day, cuddling close whenever he’s in the same room, and him sending a great deal of messages and calls constantly. When Jason comes back however, Rich is constantly on the verge of a panic attack thinking about how Jason was away from him for so long and Rich had no idea what was going on that entire time. His mental health has plummeted over the time Jason has been dead, and Rich will not let Jason out of his sight. He’s constantly following him everywhere, when Rich is in Bludhaven he tracks all of Jason’s devices. This results in Jason doing all of his illegal business on burner phones, rather than his highly secured standard ones. When Rich gets back to Gotham he realises very quickly that Jason is involved in Gotham’s underworld, and whilst Jason quite likes having so much love being shown by being stalked it’s extremely difficult to be a crime lord when Rich (his maybe ex? Maybe not? Who knew at this point) was following his every move. Rich was very good at staying out of sight, which made Jason constantly paranoid. And as he’d never admit, he really wanted to make sure none of his gang attacked Rich if it came to it.

Timothy Drake (Red Robin Era, Tim x Bernard, Tim x Kon):

In all verses Tim keeps a very close watch on his family, always keeping a monitor on their devices and always making sure he knows what they’re doing. His family are used to this, and in the Bat family it’s assumed Tim will always know what’s going on. Oracle does not care for it, but given they’re both usually in the same building anyway it doesn’t matter quite so much.

When it comes to Kon-El, Tim can get away with a great deal which he absolutely takes advantage of. Kon thinks it’s completely normal for his boyfriend to have constant surveillance on his phone, tablet, laptop, home, car, and his entire street. In fact Tim has a surveillance system on the entirety of Metropolis so that he can track Kon no matter where he is. Tim also does a background check on every single person that Kon interacts with - even people that Kon passes in Walmart. It doesn’t just stop with people who aren’t a danger to him, Tim doesn’t like when anyone looks in Kon’s direction and instantly despises every single friend Kon makes. Tim tells Kon this is normal in relationships, but it makes Tim feel intensely guilty, triggering a lot of self harm episodes.

When it comes to Bernard what makes Tim the most anxious is how normal and likeable Bernard seems compared to how Tim sees himself. When their friends, Tim is constantly terrified that Bernard will figure out that Tim isn’t good enough for him, Tim sees himself as a lowly, pathetic worm who Bernard is pitying. As such Tim is quite overbearing, he is clingy in a way that Bernard likes but Tim also does not like it if Bernard has other friends - sometimes sabotaging those relationships not that Bernard ever finds out. Tim also begins making and buying lots of meals and desserts for Bernard, partially because the way his belly grew and how chubby his cheeks get really excited Tim… but also because he wants Bernard to be his. All his. Tim wants Bernard so big he doesn’t have to worry about him leaving the house anymore, he wants to make sure no one will ever see him but Tim.

Jason Todd (Red Hood Era, Jason x Rich, Jason x Oracle, Jason x Harvey Dent, Jason x Roman Sidonis):

Jason becomes more distant with his loved ones when he comes back to Gotham, so the fact that he is also more obsessive and possessive is a strange contrast. With his brothers he doesn’t return calls or messages, but he tracks all of their devices, and watches them from a distance during the majority of his free time. None of his brothers argue because it’s the only time they actually get to interact with Jason in a way which isn’t an argument. Even Tim, who Jason resents greatly, he constantly looks out for. He makes sure that Tim is safe and not getting into trouble, as if he never had a knife at his little brother’s fault.

With Rich, Jason is extremely overprotective of Rich when he’s on patrol. Jason will watch from afar and often attack anyone who goes towards Rich with ill intent before Rich sees them. Anyone who lays a finger on Rich - even criminals - will end up getting a visit from Red Hood. Rich hates it because it sort of defeats the point of his patrol at all, but he finds it’s oddly sweet at the same time. When Rich tries to date someone else, Jason loses it and shows up at Rich’s apartment furious that he’d consider that. That’s the first time Rich realises that Jason never considered them broken up at all.

When Jason comes back to Gotham and he finds out what Joker did to Oracle, Jason finds it extremely difficult to face them. Every time he thinks about it he begins shaking with anger, he wants to throw up and start kicking and punching things. Apart of him blames himself for not being there to protect them, and another part feels that Jason isn’t enough for them anymore. Of course that doesn’t stop Jason ensuring there’s a constantly surveillance on Oracle to make sure that no one hurts them again. They despise this, and throw off every attempt (electronically anyway), and it’s what makes Oracle finally confront Jason again, the first time they ever actually speak. It becomes an argument, but Oracle backs down when they see how distraught Jason is. They allow him to have some surveillance, so long as their technology is left alone. Jason of course ignores this but Oracle doesn’t say anything, they simply thwart every attempt that is made.

Being possessive over one alter in a singular body seems like a difficult job but Jason excels at it. He closely monitors Harv, and if he does anything to hurt Harvey Jason instantly intervenes becoming a huge thorn in Harv’s side. Harvey tells Jason constantly he doesn’t need protection but is amused at the display. The fact that Harvey can’t leave the house with one of the Red Hood gang watching however is something of a problem.

Jason constantly shows up at Roman’s house, often entering through the window and always unannounced. If Roman is seeing anyone else romantically or platonically, Jason either scares them off, or gets between the two so much that they end up leaving. Roman is constantly furious about this, and insists him and Jason hate each other, but he always has Jason’s favourite food in just in case he shows up for a midnight burrito.

Damian Wayne:

Damian will insist to his dying day that he is not remotely obsessive or possessive, in fact he will preach that he doesn’t even like his brothers, or anyone else. He just wants to be alone and animals are better, anyway. It takes awhile for his brothers to realise how clingy he is because he’s so irritating, he constantly hangs around them mouthing off and turning everything into a fight or a competition. Damian pretends he’s only hanging around them because his pets wandered over, when Tim discovers some cat biscuits under his keyboard however he starts to catch on. Damian actually is just looking for excuses to spend time with him. Having never had a stable family before, Damian often clings to his brothers, calling a great deal and showing up at their houses, he also quite openly runs surveillance (stalking) on every one, just to make sure they’re okay.

Oracle (Post Killing Joke, Oracle x Jason, Oracle x Rich):

Oracle isn’t actually remotely possessive before the attack from Joker, however afterwards they develop severe agoraphobia and PTSD. They constantly keep surveillance on everyone they love, despite the fact that they get extremely annoyed if anyone does the same to them, and because they know what can happen just by going out at night they do rigorous background checks on everyone single person Oracle ever so much as being near anyone they love or care about.

If Jason says that he’s going to a concert, Oracle checks out the history of the venue, making sure there’s not been any terrorist attacks or fires. Of course in Gotham this is highly unlikely so Oracle ends up sending Jason a massive amount of articles about every bad thing that happened there, then goes into every bad thing that has ever happened at a concert.

When Rich says he’s going to a new Aerial Arts group, Oracle does an excessive background check on every member. If they find anything amiss Rich gets an intense essay about every single member that he needs to avoid, as well as advice on why he shouldn’t attend.