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thenighteternal · 10 months

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𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙'𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉

#b&w #gothic #architecture #horror #art #bats #bat swarm #fog #black and white

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daemonstalley · 2 months

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Hello hello!

Been a while again! Life’s been a bit hectic lately, but been making steady progress on my painting. Here’s all the 40K I’ve painted this year so far!

That’s 23 40K models so far - though I’ve taken a slight detour because those old metal Chaos Terminators are mind numbing

Instead, I’m working on updating a lot of classic Old World/ Fantasy models!

A lot of these I started painting in the late 90’s/ early 2000’s! They’ve now been updated for a more modern style - I’ve painted a few more that aren’t pictured too, totalling 13 models & a horse mount for a Necromancer! Unfortunately, I have limited photos for a reason I’ll say in a minute.

Oh, and I got to go to Warhammer World for the anniversary! It was amazing!

Now, unfortunately there’s some bad news - my phone’s camera has broken. I can still take some limited pictures, but not many, and no zoomed in pictures. I can’t afford to get it fixed at the moment, but should hopefully be able to get it done sooner than later.

That means they’ll likely not be another update until I get it fixed. They said, I update sporadically anyway, so you might never notice a difference!

#warhammer40k #warhammercommunity #paintingwarhammer #painting miniatures #warhammer community #oldhammer #chaosspacemarines #traitor marines #thousand sons #old world #warhammer fantasy #the old world #grave guard #necromancer #bat swarm #Warhammer World

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greenglowinspooks · 1 month

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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)

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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.

Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.

Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.

He seemed like just an ordinary person.

Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.

The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.

After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.

Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.

Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.

“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”

The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.

For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.

“You know,” Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”

The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.

(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)

“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”

He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.

“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”

He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.

“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”

“Fuck you, you—”

The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.

He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.

This was wrong. This was wrong.

Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?

“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”

The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.

“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.

“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.

“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”

He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.

“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.

Scarecrow turned to look at him.

Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.

Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.

“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”

Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.

“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”

“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”

“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”

Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.

He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.

What was there left to say?

“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”

“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”

Scarecrow hummed.

They were both silent for a moment.

His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.

“I would love an alternative. But…”

He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.

“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.

“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”

There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.

“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”

Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.

He sat outside for quite a while.

He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.

He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.

“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.

“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”

Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.

He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?

Was there a chance that he was?

Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.

“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.

“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”

He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.

After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Danny was quiet.

“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #this kinda shit is how the fic got its name btw.#like yeah obviously it’s also in reference to the contrast between crane and danny’s actual parents #but it’s also about doing what you need to survive vs what is best for the people dependent on you #tshirt that says I love moral quandaries I love when no matter what you do you lose I love torturing characters #Scarecrow: why isn’t torturing everyone who wronged you healing this child. it worked for ME #meanwhile Danny is undergoing the torment nexus #and red hood is doing some doomguy shit #getting swarmed by GiW agents bc he’s one of the only ones showing up on the radar #Tucker voice Wow Mr red hood this is kinda fucked up. can I use the bat computer to hack the pentagon btw

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.

He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.

It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.

His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.

Needless to say people behave in his shop.

Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.

Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.

None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.

Either way the coffee was delicious.

Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.

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rubbish78 · 8 months

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And never again, and never again They gave us two shots to the back of the head And we're all dead now

#hit the link it's a really good edit video #gerard way #bat boi #frank iero #my chemical romance #i never told you what i do for a living #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #tw: flashing lights #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #mcr

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moldwood · 21 days

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good evening tumblr. my review of the eclipse is as follows: SICK AS HELL!!!!! a swarm of bats flew by during totality! it was so cool!

here are some of my pictures :]

#from my backyard #i say swarm. it was five bats. but i usually only see two or three at a time #the first and last pictures were taken with no lens cover #i did not take that many and most of them were bad #i was busy looking at it with my eyeballs #i was ready for everything except the mosquitos coming out all at once

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mantisgodsart · 6 months

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so very small Worm (Wildbow), Bug Fables Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Skitter | Weaver | Taylor Hebert, Post-GM, Transmigration, Spiders, Bugs & Insects, Canon-Typical Violence

Taylor Hebert wakes up in the middle of a grassy field with an aching head, a massive blank in her memory, and approximately four more limbs than she remembers having. Approximately, of course, because one of her original four limbs appeared to be gone, and she wasn't sure how to qualify an entire abdomen suddenly spawning off of her backside. Something ingrained deeply into her skull told her she should be blaming someone, but she couldn't quite remember who.

Author's Note: Bugtober, Day 19 - Mimic. We think that Taylor would be a mimic spider if we swapped her over to BF. We have no major justification for this, but we are open to suggestions if anyone has a better idea, seeing as it's been nearly three years (we think) since we've read Worm and there are likely people on this website who are not operating on three years of character drift.

#our art #bug fables #worm #parahumans #taylor hebert #watercolor #bugtober #finished #what canon is the violence typical for? good question.#losing access to swarm tactics doesnt defang taylor but it Does mean she would have to put in more effort for gore #this is not a real fic and will not be a real fic at any point in the forseeable future btw #in order for us to write a fic we have to have read the source media within at least six months of writing #and we have been procrastinating on rereading worm #this is just a vague idea that came about from discussing what bugs the undersiders would be #generally we agreed she would be a social insect of some description but this is more Fun for the setting #she is a perfectly normal ant. who is normal. and standard.#we have previously drawn taylor approximately Never and we have not figured out mimic spider anatomy with their weirdass two segments #ehh. her disguise is perfectly passable. ants will not bat an eye at her because she smells right and ant eyesight sucks ass #for those wondering on other placements rachel is a weevil lisa is an orchid mantis brian is a ladybug and alec is a parasitoid wasp #we also decided that squealer would be a bombadier beetle. we feel no desire to clarify this decision. take it as you will #we will now fail to post anything even vaguely worm related for approximately five trillion more years

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thenighteternal · 1 year

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Vampiric red sky Draining the life from the earth Dusk never ends

#red #gothic #horror #nature #art #bat swarm #architecture #trees #bats

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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*lays on my back & stares at the ceiling thinking about Damian & Steph’s reunion in IWCTW. Because for Damian the last thing she did was tell was tell a joke to make light of things before being lead away to die in his place. But because Steph lived through a Jokerified apocalypse, she now has a completely flat affect and never laughs or smiles; she can’t express herself in the ways Damian looks to her for reassurance anymore*

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rubbish78 · 8 months

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And as you stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? And as the swarm it calls, we lay in the foundations

#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #tw: flashing lights #bat boi #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #the foundations of decay

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stagbeetleboy · 6 months

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There’s a fluttering at my window. I open it. Draculas attack.

This it the unfortunately reality of this country.

#count dracula #hashtag bats are swarming me

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balkanbitch · 2 years

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Okay so do you know like how butterflies are attracted to dead things?

What if like just like a bunch of butterflies were following jason at like all times