obsessed w how bitter and upset duke is w Bruce in this arc. and he has every right to be! he knew Bruce almost personally at that point, and his parents were joker gassed in a recreation of the wayne murders in an effort to get to batman. they were collateral damage and duke had been suffering pretty much alone as a result. his whole ideology is that robin doesn't need batman but on a more personal scale, you can see why he thinks that! when he needed Bruce he wasn't there, when he needed batman he wasn't there either. And he'll fret like he didn't care like it didn't matter but it DID
Ik I talk abt this panel often but that's bcs KTZZZZ ITS SO CRUCIAL TO DUKES CHARACTER!! He becomes completely self reliant, isolates himself he can't wait on batman to save the city, can't wait on batman to find his parents or wait on batman to save him, he's all he could rely on, and that self-reliance later grew into an almost cynical worldview. it's why his whole "emphasis on the word 'we'" thing at the we of WAR meant so much. he had hope in not just his own beliefs but in others' as well.
ANDDD it's why his and bruce's dynamic drives me up a wall but that's another post for another time..
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hi i went to an orgy tonight and shoutout to the transmasc who did this shit to me you’re so nacho-coded
maybe teaser for chapter 4 of perrito who knows (it does exist i swear)
warning: petplay, bdsm, dubcon, free use, rimming mention, nacho varga is trans this is true vince gilligan told me
anatomical terms (for nacho lel): pussy, t-cock
Ignacio Varga.
Or just “Nacho”, according to the rest of the Salamancas, and “Nachito” to no one else but Lalo. He was the one person here that you knew nothing about. Hector and the twins had been discussed in passing; Tuco was in prison with you; and you were so familiar with Lalo that you knew what his butthole tasted like. Nacho? Nothing. Nothing beyond Lalo’s testimonial of “He’s cool. You’ll like him.” You wanted to take his word for it, but “cool” seemed like a bit of an understatement. He was a fucking Ice Queen. Hadn’t said a single goddamn word to you since he got here.
And yet Lalo gave him a leash.
That must have said something about his character. After all, Lalo wouldn’t dream of putting his precious little fuckpuppy in harm’s way without a safeword. Shit, he must be more trustworthy than Tuco, since he’s allowed to be alone with you. Or at the very least, he’s not a reckless cokehead.
You didn’t think he was going to take you up on your services. You figured he was going to spend his week at the hacienda rolling his eyes and keeping to himself. But eventually he surprised you.
He must’ve been watching you, hiding in the shadows and waiting until you were by yourself in the bathroom. As you turned around to lock the door, a note slipped under it.
3 AM
Kitchen.
Be there alone.
-Nacho
Okay, sure, he likes his privacy. You figured that out already. Just to be safe, you showed the note to Lalo, who seemed positively giddy at the thought.
“Ooh, nice! ¡Muy caliente, jaja! (Very hot, haha!) You crazy kids have fun, alright? Let me know how it goes.”
Alright. Have fun. That was probably doable, unless Nacho’s dick game was abysmal. You were facing a best case fun, worst case boredom scenario. No big deal. You could handle that.
The clock struck 3 and you made your way downstairs, your collar jingling with each step. When you arrived, Nacho was already leaning against the fridge, the chain-link threaded between his fingers. “Hey,” was the first time you heard his voice.
“Hey…” you croaked back.
“You gonna be okay if I put this on you?” He asked, tightening the leash in his fists.
“Yeah, uh, go for it.” You leaned forward and stuck your neck out, giving him a clear shot of where to clip the leash.
Nacho clicked it to you, and with that he had your entire being under his control, at his mercy and his alone. He took a moment of silence to soak it in, to savor and honor this feeling of domination.
And then he dragged you down the hallway to the bathroom.
Nacho pushed you in and followed closely behind, locking the door behind himself. “Sit,” he commanded of you.
You instantly dropped to your knees like a good boy. Such a good boy. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Good doggy.
“Good boy,” Nacho reiterated, slipping his hand through the loop at the end of the leash. He went to undo his belt, then his jeans. He tugged those down, and then his underwear…
Holy shit…
How did you not see that coming?
The mere sight of it stunned you like a flashbang.
It just so happened that Ignacio Varga, Nacho, “Nachito”, had a pussy.
And the biggest t-cock you’d ever seen.
And you barely had a chance to gasp before your face was being smushed into it.
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himh I'll make a Dark Urge that's so fucking scared
big scary bloodsoaked killer, tearing through armies with her literal bare hands? nah. a quiet, scared girl who doesn't understand why she does what she does, why she can do what she can, but is, at the same time, deeply disgusted by herself because she has just enough self-awareness to know to be repulsed.
maybe it's because I'm a tiny bit obsessed with clinging to the thought that people, at the end of the day, are fundamentally good, no matter what. that there is a fundamental human goodness in all people that makes them worthy of redemption, or at least of the opportunity for atonement.
maybe the way I want to play a story like that is with someone who, stripped from indoctrination and free for the first time to think for herself and embrace and be who she is, finds that in the deepest, most hidden pits of her soul, she is not the strong, kind, resilient person she might want to be. try as the might, she is not someone who can bear the weight of her own past, she's just a... a terrified, broken little girl, cowering in the shadows and unable to look herself in the eye. (which also gives me ideas for her relationship with Orin but that's a little bit beside the point)
cathartic self-insert who. therapy? what is that. is it on Steam or Epic.
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ingo listens to shit like goreshit and sewerslvt and anyone asks him what he's listening to and he has to buffer for a moment. i can't decide if he'd tell them very loudly what he's listening to or that he Can't tell them but both options are incredibly funny to me. Ohmy god he could probably perfectly recite some of the most absurd breakcore artist names
Ingo listens to insane mental illness music at 100% volume but blushes and trips over himself when pressed to say a swear word, so whenever a depot agent asks him what he's listening to he's just like uhm. uh it's uhm . (shows them the screen) and then it's this V
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Symphonic discordance sounds so interesting, please tell me more about it
*wraps my arm around your shoulder*
how much are ya into gore dearest anon
anyway, i think that since the gods don't have dna, that their children have trace- and i mean very very small amounts- of ichor in their own demigodly blood. and if you wanted to disown your child.... then all you would have to do is just.... pull that ichor back to you...
...right?
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