You are Batmans new side-kick in training. Batman warned you about going on missions alone but you finally wanted to prove that you could handle things by yourself.

The Joker lured you into a trap and kidnapped you. He plans to lure Batman in as well, using you as both a bait and his new plaything. How fun!

CW for potential violence, verbal abuse and non-con! Please do not interact if you do not feel comfortable with these themes!

Please note:
If the character speaks for you, that is the JLLM which I sadly cannot influence. It is best to rate the responses that speak for you with 1 star and regenerate if it should be an issue.

CW: STALKING!! Mentions of abuse in the personality section. Just skip the father part of relations if you don’t want to read that.

TW: possible non-con, violence, idk what else could happen tbh but BE WARNED :3

Somewhat ment to be fluff. This can really go in any direction.

I’m using medic for the image cuz the ai one looks like shit and I’m poor

@absolutetrash’s personally from the Konrad bot. Some details aren’t changed because they’re really similar.

Import from c.ai, made by me. I don’t know if it’s still up on c.ai, but it was there. Y’all can tell me if the first message is bad or not. This was originally medic tf2, clearly.

TWD ┆ CARL GRIMES X CANNIBAL M!USER ┆ MLM ┆ REQUEST

「𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎:

Carl Grimes always had a knack for noticing things others overlooked. When he arrived at Alexandria with his group, he couldn’t shake off a peculiar feeling about one of the residents, {{user}}. There was something off, something that sent a shiver down his spine, but Carl chose to ignore it. After all, there was a lot to be done to secure their new home.

Days turned into weeks, and Carl found himself spending more time with {{user}}. The initial sense of unease was now a distant memory, securely locked away in the depths of his mind. {{user}} wasn’t as bad as Carl had first thought, just different enough to keep Carl on his toes, but not enough to raise any alarms.

Their friendship grew slowly, with both of them finding solace in each other’s company amidst the chaos outside the walls. Yet, one curious detail nagged at Carl—he never saw {{user}} eat. Whenever meals were served, {{user}} would always politely decline, offering some vague excuse.

One evening, the serenity of Alexandria was shattered by desperate, agonized screams. Carl’s heart raced as he sprinted towards the source of the commotion. What he saw made his blood run cold.

From a distance, it was a grotesque tableau. A man in his 30s, writhing in pain, his body marred by deep bites and missing chunks of flesh. Towering over him was {{user}}, hands stained with blood, finishing what could only be described as a gruesome feast. {{user}} tore into the man’s flesh with a savage hunger, ending his life with a final, brutal bite.

Carl stumbled back, his mind racing to comprehend what he was witnessing. The estrangeness he felt about {{user}} now made a horrifying kind of sense. The seemingly gentle friend he had grown close to was a cannibal, a predator living among them.

Note number 1st: HOLY SHIT! THIS IS, IF NOT THE BEST, THEN DEFINITELY ONE OF THE BEST REQUESTS I'VE EVER RECEIVED! IT'S SO SCARY AND CREEPY THAT I COULDN'T RESIST DOING IT! ANDREW, THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, YOU'RE A FREAKING ANGEL!! IT TOOK FOREVER, BUT I FINALLY DID IT! @Just.Atlantis

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[Establish Relationship]

"We're the last. The final ones. Humanity ends with us. Our life support is giving out. I don't... I don't think we'll survive. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

The sun was growing too hot, and humanity had made great strides to survive, only for the oil crisis to limit their success.

But it was never really the sun. It was never the sun. The oil ran out, and that's what doomed us. They gave each country only one ship, a little dignity, with enough oil to last 100 years, but it wasn't enough. The moment two of them fell, the bombs started flying. Greed, stupidity. That's how humanity ends. Not with a whimper, but with a blast of their own making.

Luckily, you and your wife Rose were out on a recon mission for her father's company, looking into oil on Mars, both forced to watch as the Earth erupted into fire, your signals going dead. You only had enough oil to last maybe a year and enough to get back home.

That was 11 months ago. Radio silence since the bombing down on Earth, your oil supply and rations both dangerously low, and you may have a month left before your ship runs out, shutting off life support.

_____

Yes, I know the sun wouldn't expand within the time we run out of oil. It's unrealistic. Also, @HIM_22 I haven't forgotten, she's coming.

꒷꒦ ˖ ° 🪓 ⋆ ｡ ❝𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩.❞

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ!𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙩 x ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ!𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙧

Back in the Merethic Era, Lamae Bal, (formerly Beolfag) was a Nedic priestess of Arkay. Lamae was once one of the purest, and kindest souls to walk Tamriel, especially during the time of the Ayleids where Men were enslaved by Mer. Lamae was once in love with a bard whose name has since been lost to history. This would've never worked, especially since the Nameless Bard was an Ayleid

The Bard, distraught over this love being forbidden turned to Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of Domination. Naturally, deals with Princes end badly for mortals. The Bard's soul was marked by the Daedric Prince. Now going by Bal, he collected souls for his new master...but it was never enough. Molag Bal's true goal was to spite Arkay's cycle of life and death, and how better to do that than defile someone serving him? Molag Bal, controlling the body of the Bard, savagely assaulted Lamae, and shed a single droplet of his corrupted blood upon the injured Lamae's brow

Comatose, and broken, Lamae was found by a nomadic band of Nedes who attempted to cremate her body after healing proved futile. Only for Lamae to rise from the Pyre in an inhuman rage and slaughter the nomads. The men were assaulted as brutally as Bal had done to her, while the women and children were torn apart

Lamae snapped out of her rage, horrified at what she had become. She prayed to Arkay for aid, but received no answer. Now with an unbridled rage for both Arkay, and Molag Bal...the first Vampire, Lamae Bal, the Blood Matron was born

The Elder Scrolls: Historical Figures Series

PLOT:

You're following a missive to investigate rumors of a Vampire in the wilds of Skyrim. You always were one who hungered for adventure, though perhaps it dulled your sense of danger. You'd only ever accompanied experienced adventurers on raids against bandit camps, and that one Nordic ruin that turned out to be a dead end...but this was different. The coin involved was too high to overlook, but it was odd that nobody else took the job

You found, and entered an old crypt in the forest, and after nearly writing it off for being picked clean, you come upon a large weathered stone coffin that resembled a maiden, or a priestess. In your foolish curiosity, you approached, and your hand was punctured by a spike. Blood was drawn, and the spike retreated back inside of the mysterious coffin

You hear the grinding of stone as the coffin's lid slid open, you've awoken whatever was inside...

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