" ― any philosophy, you'll corrupt. you'll stitch together any lie and tale, so long as it means you can kill in the name of something bigger than yourself. from what i've heard... you don't want a father. you want a GOD. "

[ mostly headcanon based portrayal of BARTON MATHIS, or THE DOLLMAKER from dc comics' new 52 run. private and semi-literate, as well as literate. written by autumn! the mun is 24, uses she/her pronouns and this account is 18+. mature themes such as serial killings, medical experimentation and malpractice, heavy violence, etc. will be featured on this account so please keep that in mind before deciding to interact. ]

a study in the themes of manipulation, loneliness as a destructive force, the dangers of ideology and the problem with establishing something as true, revenge, fatherhood, and the complexity of human relationships.

| CARRD | PROMPTS. | HEADCANONS. | CHARACTER STUDIES. |

'sacred and terrible air' prompts.

finding something to do that didn't involve eating (considering nicolas's appetite for blood) for a date with the vampire wasn't impossible for barton, but he had to admit... it was still kind of difficult because he didn't know what a lot of the other's interests were; but it luckily turned out that going to the cinema to watch a movie and exploring a nearby night farmers market afterwards were things they both ended up enjoying in the end. barton himself had been able to buy some unique fruits at the farmers market like black sapote, persimmons, and starfruit so he was also able to get a small bounty out of it as well. he was able to stuff the bag of fruits he got into a compartment on the back of his motorcycle then as he gestured for nicolas to join him on the back of it once their 'date night' was over.

and just to be able to spend a little more time with nicolas, as well as not have to be stressed for the next twenty minutes while driving to where the other was staying, barton took the scenic route to his humble abode. he remembered passing by a cornfield, in fact, and also coming across some cows just hanging out in a wide open grassland so they definitely went through some rural country before getting to where he would drop nicolas off. he liked the experience. it didn't seem like very long before barton was driving up on where the vampire had told him he was staying, however, as he eased up on the gas pedal of his motorcycle and parked in front of the apartment building. barton almost immediately maneuvered his legs to no longer be around the motorcycle, but freely hanging off one side of it as he turned to look at nicki, saying: ❝ well, we're here, nico. would it be unwise of me to ask whether you need an escort to your door to make sure you get there okay? ❞

the laughs that proceeded the question, at least from barton's own point of view, were something he thought seemed to answer that question quite well non-verbally subsequently. the implication behind going up to the other's apartment with him was clear, but also somewhat enticing — because barton was about 75% sure there was a chance he would not just be returning to his motorcycle and hitting the road. barton thought to ask the other whether he had fun, then, and nico appeared to answer affirmatively as well as added a little spicy 'i sincerely hope there will be a next time.' he could only assume the other meant this in reference to them joining each other on a date and, without hesitation, barton pulled nicolas's collar over to him gently to kiss him on the lips to let him know exactly how he felt about that.

this is a creature from german folklore that returns to the living (sort of) after dying from an unnatural death (e.g. sui.cide or from some sort of mass plague) and upon doing so, they are only able to survive by consuming their funeral shroud anddd their own body. + then, maybeee the darkest part of this whole thing is that the nachzehrer commences eating it's family after which. OMG?? but UHHH, because barton was so connected to his family in life, i think this is where his path would kind of branch off from the traditional mythology as i could imagine enough of barton being left to go on to eat random people to try to put off what is the very Terrible and seemingly Always there desire to literally eat his family so OOH BOY.

'breeding kink' prompts.

barton would like to say something like 'who knew witnessing lestat killing someone in front of him would make him almost deliriously horny,' but if he were being honest? he could believe and understand why that type of behavior would rise in him. just the feeling of blood being flung on his face alone was enough to make barton's bloodstream begin to surge with adrenaline, after all, and watching lestat eat from the man near them like a starving animal was the icing on top of the cake; for whenever the man flopped down to the ground like a ragdoll afterwards was when the doctor felt a dangerous kind of attraction stir around in his belly. and before long, barton was pouncing on the other much like a predator animal would to his prey himself, but he soon solidified that they were equals. this was by only having a loose grip on the other and telling lestat that witnessing him hunt was like tracking a tiger with a camera while they made a fateful encounter with a gazelle...