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half-dead-space · 11 months

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Eldritch!Danny meeting Eldritch!Alfred.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #batfam #dc x dp #alfred pennyworth #eldritch danny #eldritch alfred #forgot this was in my drafts

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night-wilf · 1 year

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So uhhhh I made an AU?

Info before I launch into this nonsense: I will be titling this the “Eldritch foundation of Gotham au”

Date: XX/XX/XXXX

Subject: [REDACTED]

INFORMATION PACKET ON [REDACTED] FROM [REDACTED], ‘DONATED’ BY ONE WHO DOES NOT WISH TO BE KNOWN BY NAME.

Species: Riverback Iron Shell turtle

Scientific name: ‘That scary as fuck turtle thing that [REDACTED] is protected by’ –Dr M, head of research

Location of origin: [REDACTED]

Current known location: [REDACTED]

Average life span: Immortal

Gender: [REDACTED]

Physical characteristics: A titan turtle like creature bigger than most cities, skin covered in thick layers of scales that have small spikes on them. The spines along the neck and outer facing limbs are cultures for this venom that can spray out at a moment’s notice. Each spike and spine is connected to venom glands near the spine. The shell of this creature is tougher than the scales and able to be shaped by the mind of [REDACTED]. Long and flexible, sharpened claws that act like fingers make up the strong grip that helped put together the Earth when it first formed. We have also observed a tail as long as [REDACTED]’s body head to the edge of their shell. Limbs are unknown and will require more research.

Senses: Though lacking sight, the Riverback turtles have hearing so acute it can hear a whisper from multiple galaxies away. Their other senses are just as tunes to protect [REDACTED] at all costs. Able to sense the heat in the core of the earth and move to another planet if needed.

Size: Their size cannot be measured, believed to be over 4000x larger than a human with head size alone. The closest we have come to an accurate measurement is the Riverback’s head fully grown being 4230x the size of the hero who resides in [REDACTED], though we cannot measure the rest of the body from this as [REDACTED] rarely show their full body out of the water.

Skeletal structure: With incredibly dense bones, the Riverback turtle in incredibly heavy and difficult to stop in their tracks if one decides to charge at you. Being deceptively quick even with such dense bones combined with their incredible size. Their teeth are even denser than the rest of their skeleton, many rows of teeth crushing their food into dust so it can be digested quickly. Their smallest tooth greatly dwarfing the tallest human so it isn’t hard to imagine your life will be quickly ended in their jaws. Groves long each tooth channelling the deadly venom previously mentioned.

Claws: Their claws are flexible and like that of incredibly tough metal with the properties of kryptonite. They can cut through all known materials on Earth. The venom glands channelling through narrow veins in their claws that inject it into open wounds caused by the sharp edge that creates clean cuts through everything.

Scales: If found, all loose scales from the Riverback turtle are collected by the people of [REDACTED] to create armour that can protect them from almost everything. This material is so durable it takes multiple tries for the hero of [REDACTED] to break the surface, believed to be from an human like species charged by the sun and god among humans. Traces of unknown compounds from early stages of the earth have been found in these scales, multiple layers of these covering the skin of the Riverback turtle. Each covered in microscopic spines that use the same venom to weaken any opponents. The shape of them in such a way that those caught on them cannot be removed without great force. The hook shape digging into material and taken whatever it is for a ride.

Venom: The venom of the Riverback turtle is incredibly corrosive to the materials around it, however not to people of [REDACTED] and the wildlife that surrounds it. Any left over from a fight becoming economically safe fuel for the people can gather it properly. The materials that make up this venom appear to be the toxic waste in the ocean which [REDACTED] seeks out to absorb and protect the innocent wildlife. There is no known cure to this venom as any who survive touching it are burned from the inside out in a few painful minutes, their cells becoming nonfictional in seconds and crumbling to dust with the nerves remaining functional as this all happens. If you are not crushed by [REDACTED]’s jaws then you will wish you did.

Diet: Their diet appears to consist of anything, however we cannot verify this.

Heart beat: Unknown.

Metabolic rate: Low with 3 hour torpor when active for multiple days. Though mostly in a year round hibernation under the water until there is a threat.

Growth rate: Unknown as subject is in adult years.

Genetics: [REDACTED]

Reproduction: Unknown.

Behaviour: What has been recorded shows [REDACTED] being very reserved and not showing its face very often. Those know of [REDACTED]’s appearance do not speak of the encounters they have had as all have been under dire circumstances. The only comparison we have is that of a watchful father who steps in when there is too much danger involved. Asking the citizens of [REDACTED] alert them to our knowledge and is not advised to mention when observing.

Religion: There is no known religion that this being follows, however the citizens of the city it carries worship their Riverback turtle. Those with live in [REDACTED] use a bell to call on the creature when trouble is near and it has not appeared. All knowing what this bell means and immediately taking shelter in their homes and basements to lock out the intruder that threatens their home for the storm to pass.

Adaptions/Abilities: Their thick scales prevent burns when entering and leaving atmosphere under dire circumstances, an aura that surrounds them acts like a shield deflecting great heat and vacuum of outer space. The hypothalamus is quick to react to any cold or extreme heat and has many measures in place to keep the body temperature they require. To prevent damage from any gravitation pulls nearby, they can manipulate their gravitation pull to objects around them, which is how they aided in forming the Earth centuries ago. Able to float whenever they are unable to walk to due to their weight or in need of moving away from something quickly.

Due to the dense skeleton they possess, they have many physical attacks they can use with this (head butting included). Although this means they are more likely to remain floating when in a new environment to make sure the planet is safe to land on. This is essential to their survival as well as the people [REDACTED] has vowed to protect. From observation, the citizens for [REDACTED] are prepared for this scenario and make sure to practice ancient magic’s that many have forgotten.

Adrenaline and chemicals that increase strength and survival instincts are released through nerves instead of through the blood, being released much quicker for when it is required to protect their citizens. Further observations show this is channelled to their citizens and allows for greater defences when [REDACTED] is unable to catch all the invaders attacking. Unfortunately, this gives them little control over their anger and actions when in this state so it is kept as a last resort. Three bell rings call for this action.

[REDACTED] can stand long periods of in many different environments found in the universe, along with the previously enhanced senses to aid in hunting of suitable planets and protection of others. This also aids them when surviving in space as they can sense any approaching objects approaching from far away. [REDACTED] can freely control these senses along with a sixth sense; where can sense the energy sources around them and follow that energy signature if it is suitable.

In addition to the above information, [REDACTED] is one of the many ancients we have discovered. It is fair to assume they have some abilities beyond our understanding. The most obvious being the protection runes caved into the city itself and [REDACTED]’s body. Charged by fearsome lightning storms, these runes light up to create an even stronger barrier around the citizens for [REDACTED]. These increased weather patterns have been tracked to when the city has been under attack, the energy sourced by [REDACTED] becoming targeted lightning strikes that can destroy anything in its path.

DO NOT APPROACH THE CITY UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES.

YOU ARE NOT SAFE FROM [REDACTED]’S WRATH FOR THEY KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS.

#eldritch alfred #eldrich horror #eldritch foundation of gotham au #research #god alfred god alfred god alfred #dc comics #dc #batman #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #gotham #creature #eldritch creature #its a big boi #immortal #someone found some files they shouldn't have #oop

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violent138 · 2 days

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Wayne Manor (always sentient if I have a say) probably has architectural and old-magic ways of distracting or confusing intruders that aren't supposed to be there. You enter a room, searching for something, and decide to explore further, but it takes you ages to realize you've left and re-entered the same room. Bruce used to vanish completely playing hide and seek, and Martha used to spend confused hours trying to find him, half-convinced she'd already looked everywhere, yet still managing to just barely miss him. Forget finding the Cave, even finding the nearest bathroom is near impossible if you did something the house doesn't like.

It also loves Alfred, so it permanently prevents him from leaving.

#Catwoman tried robbing the place only once before the terror of honestly being stuck prevented her from returning #Alfred tries to keep guests confined to one part of the house #he cites privacy but he actually does headcounts to make sure the same number of people that entered exit (occasionally there's extras)#batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #wayne manor #eldritch gotham

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spacedace · 1 year

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Gotham loved all her children fiercely.

Every single parent working three jobs, every corrupt politician lining their pockets with tax payer money, every exhausted student scraping by on rent, every doctor, drug dealer, lawyer and killer. She loved them all. Even those she hated beyond words, beyond ability to comprehend, those of her children so filled with evil not even a mother’s love could excuse or condone, even those she still loved.

They were all pieces of herself. As much a part of her as her cracked pavement and unruly parks and dirty cobblestone street skin, as the smoke and smog and storming haze of her hair, as the glint of her stained glass and cctv eyes. Her Populous made her as much as she made them, over years more cursed than blessed, shaping her with their stubbornness and pride and strength.

She did not love equally though.

It was not something that guilted her. That all children should have equal parts affection were concerns of living things. And though it could never be argued that the Spirit of Gotham was anything but alive, it is not the same as being living. She is a City Spirit, first and foremost. Her children are counted in the millions, and though she knows every second of every life that call her home, there are those that she gives more of her love to than others.

Her Bats and Birds, who flit around her jagged skylines and down her shadowed streets and gave all of themselves to trying to protect so many. She loved them dearly, wanted to do everything in her power to care for them as they cared for her. Had done everything, when it became clear that she hadn’t power enough.

A deal with the King Infinite could be a dangerous thing, a great risk only the most reckless were willing to entertain.

But the King that had instilled such an apprehension in the Infinite Realms was gone now. Stripped of crown and ring and title, consumed in his entirety by his conqueror - though it had taken time and a great deal of danger for the new King to complete that right - Pirah Dark was a bad memory.

Phantom was something else.

And Gotham was willing to be a little reckless in trusting the whispers of her dead that their new ruler was a fair and kind one. That his Obsession was not with power, but with Protection.

That the King could use a little Protection himself, on the mortal side.

She’d made an offer, a Deal.

The King’s Grave Mother accepted on his and their Grave’s behalf. If it was, perhaps, a little underhanded to speak with the Queen Mother rather than the King himself, well. Gotham was born of shady dealings, the language of slanted deals was her first, and she could craft contracts that would put any Fae or Demon to shame.

It was a good deal though. Equal and fair for both sides. She’d been born of human kindness and empathy too, though they were not as easy a touch stone.

The King was kind, and hurt and in need of a protector of his own. His Grave were doing his best, but Halfa were things Between. They could not live all on one side of the veil completely. They needed a place on the mortal side, where they would not need to fear being hunted. Gotham could give them that. Gotham could be that.

What she asked for in return wasn’t so great a price.

If, perhaps, upon the King and his Grave taking up residence within the bounds of her Populous, she gained more than just the power she asked? A mere coincidence. Surely. The other City Spirits were just bitter that their more straight forward Populous hadn’t allowed them to think of such a scheme, to claim otherwise.

Besides, she thinks it still worked out equal enough. Companionship for some of her lonely Birds meant companionship for the King and his Grave as well after all.

Even if it took a bit of nudging to get them all to fall in place. It was a mother’s right to meddle in the lives of her children, after all. Her duty to help ensure they found good partners. And she was hardly the first parent to feel that nothing short of royalty was good enough for her children.

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Blurb from me figuring out the vibe between the Spirit of Gotham and the Pham in my Gotham’s Favorite Therapist Jazz AU. Also a writing prompt for anyone who wants to run with this haha

Believe it or not, this originally popped up because I had the idea “What if the person Gotham loves most in the world is Alfred because he looks after her favorite kids?” and it turned into this lol Eventually I’ll actually write the scene where Alfred and Gotham sit down and have tea together and talk about their kids.

In this AU/my headcanons Grave is the term Ghosts use to reference family (in the context of people you love and care for, doesn’t have to be actual blood relations or anything and more often than not is used to describe found family).

I just like the idea of a grave being seen as a place of peace and rest and for actual dead/ghosts you find that not in a literal grave but in the people you call your own. Also just like the alliteration of “A Grave of Ghosts” lol

Also have the idea that a Grave has a social structure similar to wolves not in the sense of the shitty incorrect misunderstanding with alpha/beta/omega sense, but in the sense that it’s all family dynamics with one or more families grouped together with parents generally trying to wrangle/look after everyone else. The head(s) of a Grave is called a Grave Parent/Father/Mother (in this case, Jazz being the Grave Mother).

Not referenced in here but gonna add it here anyway: I like the idea that the concept of “Ghost King” is meant to actually be more like “Grave Parent to all Graves and ghosts” rather than actual king, and that Pirah Dark just kinda fucked that whole vibe up with his shit. Just really like the idea of things going back to that with Danny having a more protector role and ghosts start using the title “Grave Father” for him (maybe with some misunderstanding of what that means and folks not in the know thinking it some ominous title lol).

Don’t have time to tag everyone who asked at the moment, but I’ll come back & do that later after work

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fallingforspring · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking of older brother!Danny and Bruce so much lately.

#How would having a feral over-protective older brother change Bruce Wayne?#Alfred already has trouble with one chaotic charge #Danny met Alfred during is spy days and came with him to Wayne manor #au pair!Danny #older brother!Danny #danny phantom #bruce wayne #dp x dc #Alfred’s idiot child #infant eldritch abomination #dp x dc art

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Shadow of A Bat- Ch 2 snippet

Chapter one is up on ao3 (including scenes not posted here).

It was only afternoon, and Bruce was already in the Cave. Phantom was proud that he knew that it was the afternoon. He was also proud that he could tell that even though they were in the cave, this Bruce and not Batman. Not yet at least. He could see the easy slope of Bruce’s shoulders, the way the eyes weren’t tense, the casual way Bruce looked through the files.

He’d been getting better at noticing things.

He’d been getting better at everything.

The longer he spent in Bruce’s shadow the easier it all became. Yes, sure, there were still days where he lost sense of everything. There were moments when he was still terrified, but even those were less and less and shorter and shorter.

On days he was he was feeling especially good, he even left Bruce’s shadow.

Today was a good day, he thought. He took a moment to make sure that Bruce’s tea was still warm before he drifted up out of the Cave to find someone else to be with.

With time, Phantom had come to see the other members of the family as safe. Not as safe as Bruce (he was still the safest), but when he spent time with the others he was able to experience things that he didn’t get to with Bruce.

His favorite to spend time with was Alfred; Alfred who felt of warm and safety and spice. With Alfred he could watch the other cook. Phantom was pretty sure that cooking like this was something new to him and it was nice to have something that didn’t pull at his mind demanding he remember remember remember.

Remembering was exhausting.

So getting to be with Alfred when he cooked was nice. Phantom drifted towards the kitchen, rather sure that Alfred would be making dinner at this point or be soon to. He had visited Alfred in the afternoon before, but usually he saw him in the morning when the rest of the manor was still asleep (or begrudgingly waking up).

Phantom felt… complicated about mornings. He didn’t really know if he liked them much, but he did like watching the sun rise and feeling warmth sweep over him. And he liked being with Alfred as the other sipped on tea and watched it with him.

Well, Phantom liked to think that they watched it together.

In reality, he didn’t know if Alfred noticed him at all. He hadn’t been… as cautious lately. Not since that night on the roof when he thought he had lost Batman. But then Batman had come back from him and hummed to him and Phantom, after thinking on it later, felt pretty certain that Batman knew he was there. And the other hadn’t turned him in or tried to capture him or run any experiments.

So cautiously, Phantom started to show himself just a little more. To the one of silent death he would sometimes hum back now. Just barely. When the laughing one was there, it sometimes turned onto a quiet song in the round. With the one who was always focused, he worked to keep the coffee warm. For the one who’s emotions were so loud yet so controlled,Phantom would tidy up the art corner now and then. With the bright one, he was a presence when the others were others were busy.

The eldest two— oh, they were older brothers. Yes, Phantom understood that now. The thought made his heart ache, though he didn’t know why. The eldest two were around less, but he would curl up with the one scarred by rage who would sometimes read out loud. And the golden one was always a distraction when Phantom needed it. A few times he had even bravely foolishly rolled a ball back to him. It seemed to make the other happy.

And they all would just talk sometimes.

Phantom liked to think they were talking to him.

(Sometimes he was was almost sure they might be.)

Now he passed through the closed door to the kitchen. Alfred was sitting at the island, flipping through a collection of hand written recipes. Phantom darted over, jumping between the shadows. He made a little game out of not touching any of the smaller black diamond shaped tiles inset into the floor. Settling in next to Alfred, hidden in the shadow of the vase, he reached out to warm up Alfred’s tea.

Alfred reached out for the tea a moment later and hummed as he wrapped his hands around the warm cup. “I’m thinking perhaps the vegetarian lasagna for tonight. It is a bit chilly outside, and the lasagna will be rather warm and filling for the family. Perhaps I should see if Master Dick and Master Jason would wish to stop by for dinner. They both do like the dish and it would be rather nice to have a full house.”

Phantom gave soft little trill, the sound involuntary.

That did sound nice.

“Yes, I think that would be good. I had best get to work then,” Alfred said and set his tea down. He draped his jacket over the stool he vacated and rolled up his sleeves.

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Bruce glanced at the notification that flashed up on the screen. It was a message from Alfred that the ‘little shadow’, as Dick had taken to calling the entity, was in the kitchen and seemed content to stay there for a bit while Alfred cooked.

Despite the potential risk an unknown entity still posed, Bruce and his family had been pleased by the increased interaction from the entity. They hoped it meant the little shadow was feeling safer there with them.

Bruce credited a great deal of it to Cass’ suggestion that they speak some of their thoughts out loud to the entity. Of course, at first they couldn’t always be sure when they had company, even if there was often a feeling of it, so there was a great deal of time they were truly talking to themselves.

They all agreed it was small sacrifice to make, especially after Jason had, hesitantly, admitted that he felt pain from the entity.

Since the entity was currently occupied, Bruce took the moment of isolation to call up to the Watchtower. He had been careful with what he accessed when the entity was around. This was both for security reasons, but also to keep the entity from having to hear about the GIW Labs.

“J’onn.”

“Batman. Your timing is is impeccable, as always.”

“The process has finished?”

All of the data they had been able to retrieve from the lab had, of course, been encrypted. Harder to overcome was that a good portion of it had also been partially destroyed in the self destruct process of the lab. They had recovered much of database already, but any video files had been undergoing a lengthier process of defragmentation. It seemed it was done.

“Yes,” J’onn said with a gravity that was sever even for the Martian.

“They’re what we expected?” Bruce rumbled.

“That and worse. I suggest you watch them alone.”

“Understood, send the files through.”

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AN: Apparently, I completely failed at getting the tag list up to date on this one, so people who asked to be tagged for the ao3 posting announcement did not. I should have everyone now? If you are not on the list and want to be (and please check first), just let me know. Not sure how that happened. Those who only wanted the ao3 notice (second group), I'll remove you after this unless you'd like to be kept on for snippets. (If your name is tiny, you are unable to be tagged).

Anywho, been poking at the right way to handle this chapter, but I think it's getting there! Sorry for all the mistakes, the endless migraine continues. I'll likely have it on ao3 next week or the week after. Stay delightful!

#dp x dc #eldritch!danny #danny phantom #batman #alfred pennyworth #shadow of a bat

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felidacy · 27 days

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Rambles and small ideas for a Batfamily Bloodborne AU

(It is not that cohesive I am sorry and I was forced to make some lore changes. Especially with how it begins. Don't beat me up about it.)

Gotham gets enveloped by a dark shroud that covers the whole city and makes it near imperishable, let alone letting people pass through. The city is forever shrouded in a dark loom with merely a everlasting full moon shining upon them. With no sun and the isolation, it soon takes a tool on the people. They grow sickly and depressed, if not that they become near deranged and highly irritable. Crime rates in the already vicious city steadily increase.

There is a sudden shift then - for the worse. A blood moon occurs and people begin to change. Their bodies twist, grow and even rot away. Meanwhile their humanity seems to decrease. A few attempt to research the phenomenon and hold them captive in facilities like Arkham Asylum or Blackgate Prison, however those are halted when the victims fully cease being humans and transform into eldritch monsters that lash out when the old blood gets overused by the Healing Church. A mass outbreak occurs and the monsters roam the city from then on.

Tim Drake is still in the position of the CEO Wayne Enterprise after the mysterious disappearance of the Gotham Prince (Bruce Wayne) and openly funding doctors and scholars in his tower to research their Gotham phenomenon and the monsters. He takes over the Role of Provost Willem and does not shy away from finding out the truth by any means necessary. He isolates himself because of his hunger for knowledge and shuts people out.

Researchers of his discover the tombs/Labyrinth and the usage of the old blood when coming across Ebrietas, some desperately trying to change his opinion and use blood healing to attain a new beginning. Tim is forced into a position where he needs to give up on his constant desire of evolution and progress, which goes against his nature, for the sake of the people and instead how far he can go sacrificing himself in order to attain knowledge that makes him look beyond the "now". His good-hearted start for the peace of humans turns into a obsession to achieve something which is beyond the capability of a mere human.

Damian has been put in a dire position, a child that hears and dreams of the voices of those beyond that nobody else can comprehend. With his artistic skills he puts down the words after transcribing them, he holds the Role of Runesmith Caryll. He desperately attempts to hold on to sanity as he hides himself away from all prying eyes despite the praise of those around him. He only ever hears the words of the Great Ones now.

Two people Tim trusted most "betrayed" him, Tam and Cass that take on the Role of Laurence as his trusted students that end up leaving him. Cass knew that Stephanie must secretly be alive and after having grown immensely close to her not-sister-not-lover, she could not live with herself if she didn't rescue one she loved. She had lost too many already and followed Tam, along with others. Tam had noble intentions much like Cass, although Tam held more resentment for Tim. Her father was affected by a terrible illness that was since then called the Ashen Blood and even after dozens of years where he was loyal to the Wayne family he did not wish to use the old blood to heal him. He actively even discouraged her. Tam gave her goodbyes one day to never see Tim again and began the Healing Church. To her disappointment Dr. Leslie Thompkins was not one of those that followed after them and when the blood failed to heal her father, instead actively killing him, it were Tim and Leslie that got blamed. Since then Tam began desiring evolving into something greater through the use of the blood in order to bring him back. While Cass worked as a blood minister (later on white Church hunter), Tam focused later on at the work of seeking contact with the Great Ones and became the leading figure of the Choir.

Leslie Thompkins suffers a cruel fate. Her loyalty to save the people and towards Tim cost her greatly and when Tim gets the epiphany that more eyes are needed to understand the Great Ones and evolve, she is one of those that get affected and turn into one of the many hundred eyed monsters roaming the tower and trapping Tim there.

The Healing Church grows in power as their influence in Gotham rises because of their special infected blood that heals those in dire need should they come to them. Gotham citizen began to practically worship the Healing Church when gods they previously believed them did not act and show mercy, others turned away out of fear and that soon enough began to rule the city. The Healing Church becomes a belief, a bloody beacon of hope in their endless night...a cult.

When the sickness of the Ashen Blood spreads the people falsely believe in The Healing Church and that they will save them. Instead the bridges connecting the lands to each other get torn down when they least expect it and watch on as the other half gets overrun by beasts and the ravaging sickness alike. To make sure nobody ever passes through the remains get bordered up. Tim remains on the other half in his Tower overlooking the raging City with a faraway gaze.

They mainly reside in the abandoned underground of Gotham and at the edge of the Bowery, planted right at the opposite site of the Wayne Tower, and gets called the Labyrinth as the layout changed under the influence of the shroud. In time the Healing Church began to change and it split into various branches, the Choir, the school of Mensis and the Hunters of the Workshop that evolve into the Church Hunters.

Jason and Dick had been getting Damian out of old Gotham when the great fire happened and they were unable to return to their left behind sibling. They desired to hid Damian from the Healing Church because of his connection to the Great Ones and there was no better hiding spot than directly under their nose. As such they've become hunters for the Church.

One faithful day Barbara after a long search discovers Damian when he is having one of his seizures, when he dreams of the Great Ones, and she desires to help him. She has been kept in the dark as she had been stuck in the Clocktower until the Healing Church came to free her, which causes her to make unwise decisions by mistakingly trusting Tam and Cass. Unknowing of what occurred with the lack of still functioning technology she was part of the School of Mensis. However upon touching the Great Ones overwhelm her mind and her sanity crumbles. Barbara holds the Role of Micolash. After she becomes aware of herself again she causes the School of Mensis to break away from the Church and just like Tim to find and use an unbiblical cord of the Great Ones.

Stephanie was one of the few that broke through the shroud even when nobody knows why she was permitted through. Trusting her idol and not-lover her ignorance of the state of matter makes her join Barbara. The use of the Cord brings blocked memories back to Stephanie as she recalls that she faked her death because of her pregnancy, just shortly before the shroud fell over Gotham. In fact she does not recall what she had done those months outside of Gotham, neither were the supposed baby was. That is when the Great Ones enlighten her when she connects to Mergo. That child was never born as she went through horrible complications early on and lost it, although there was no body. The child was not of human descent, but of a Great One. Broken apart by this knowledge the Cord pulls Stephanie, Barbara and others of the School into a nightmare state where they remain forever trapped while their physical bodies die. She is the Queen of Yharnam.

Alfred was thought to have died that night when the Great fire happened as he had been away from the Wayne Tower, yet neither with Damian in the Manor. However, as it turns out Alfred had gone to seek out Tam and Cass in hopes to change their minds. When he thought all his wards dead when the land was burning there was no other way than to stay with his last remaining: Cass. And as someone who only ever knew how to work through grief by helping others, he had become the leader of the old Hunters Workshop. He was Gehrmann. Still caught in his own grief the purpose was ripped from him again and he was left alone, a mistake. Like many he called upon the Great Ones and as such started the dream, the start of it all with a promise that needed to be fulfilled.

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puppetmaster13u · 8 months

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Prompt 28

Alright this might be a little rambly but bear with me lol

An Au where the Batfam and rogues become intrinsically entwined with Gotham itself, almost akin to manifestations, like its own twisted pantheon of sorts. Hence why after a while, they can’t die, or at least not permanently.

It doesn’t matter how damaged their body becomes, if they’re beaten black and blue, torn apart, or turn to ash in a shower of flames. Gotham won’t let them go, not now, not when they’re a part of it now. A part of its legends and mythos. They are Gotham’s as much as Gotham is theirs.

Some resist, leaving, but they’ll always be drawn back. Gotham has marked them, the people have invoked their names for protection or damnation akin to the gods of old.

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gremlins-hotel · 11 months

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as a america enjoyer, can I ask your opinion on the flower episode/strip (you probably know which one im talking about >;] )

While the Davie episode definitely pulls at the heartstrings, I find the timing of the episode a little off. I guess I just think it’s implausible that Alfred wouldn’t have aged a bit in the span of a full human lifetime, considering it’s set in the colonial era and he would have been experiencing a lot. Davie’s singular lifespan could’ve well constituted a quarter of Alfred’s at that point in time. I’m not going to pretend that the strip/episode doesn’t make me emotional though.

But overall I think it was a lesson in mortality that young Nations have to learn, whether by observation or through a mentor trying to explain it. They exist in a way that the people that make their heart beat can’t. Sure, they can feel pain, they can feel sadness and joy, and they can even die, but they also have the chance to resuscitate and live many lifetimes if things go well for them. If they are also strong enough. They have to learn their humans can’t, though some humans indeed live long. The older the Nation grows, the shorter a human lifespan must seem.

#callsign gremlin checking in #mechanics of nations // eldritch abominations #alfred f. jones // daring to fly

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frownyalfred · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Eldritch, Eldritch Clark Kent, Eldritch Kryptonians, Eldritch Bruce Wayne, Eldritch Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Horror, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent is Superman, Sentient Gotham City, Kryptonite (DCU), Eldritch Abominations (Cthulhu Mythos), Not Actually Unrequited Love, Fey/Warlock Alfred, Gotham City is Terrible, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), Wings, Magical Realism, Immortality, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, pov you and your best buddy are eldritch abominations, and raise a baby eldritch together with your fey butler Summary:

There’s a moment -- as Bruce reluctantly grasps his offered hand -- when Superman is more.

The light catches him just a little wrong, as they stand in the bloody gasps of Gotham’s sunset -- soft, unyielding skin and the glint of too many teeth in a perfect smile.

He’s not like Bruce. But he is other, nonetheless.

#myfic #theresurrectionist #superbat #chapter 3 is up!!#only one more to go after this #clark kent #bruce wayne #batman #superman #dc #batfamily #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #Eldritch #eldritch abominations #eldritch abomination #side note this gif is so sexy????

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kbirbpods · 4 months

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Original Work: Immortality (means you get both death and taxes) by blueyeti

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd, Gotham City & Alfred Pennyworth

Tags: Immortal Alfred Pennyworth, Sentient Gotham City, Eldritch Gotham City, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason thinks he's special, He's not, pfff like being undead is unusual, this IS gotham, Paperwork for Coming Back From the Dead, Alfred is a Victorian Gentleman's Gentleman, Paperwork, Gotham has forms for everythingI bet their insurance premiums are also insane, Temporary Character Death, Immortal Jason Todd

Audio Length: 29 minutes, 39 seconds

Summary:

Alfred Pennyworth is who you want on your side when dealing with how to legally come back from the dead. Luckily, Gotham has forms for this.

Notes: This podfic was a treat for @godoflaundrybaskets for Pod-O-Ween 2023! It also fit with the bonus tricks of "eldritch" and "damned"

#pod o ween #eldritch #eldritch gotham city #immortal alfred pennyworth #alfred and jason #alfred pennyworth #jason todd podfic #jason todd #podfic #godoflaundrybaskets #podoween #kaje pods

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navy-leader · 2 years

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Oc info cards or something

#navy arts #navy ocs #in order left to right #mayfly #milo #pyrope #rolal #don #mei #theoris #matryosha petrovna dominika #Ivan brokehurst #alfred winstone daggerhart #eldritch pozerick daggerhart #hermos #death #jest #body horror #blood

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creepylunaofmars · 2 years

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Watching "Control, Anatomy, and the Legacy of the Haunted House" by Jacob Geller and now all I want to see is a run of comics from the point of view of Wayne Manor as a building as alive as its inhabitants.

In its own way traumatized when its beloved family of three left for a movie one night and only the young son returned the next morning, light having left his eyes. Regret that its innumerable shadowy corridors and creaking supports frightened him so that he barely slept where before he barely noticed those things, deep sadness when he left as a young man for years only to return hardened and distant, primal terror the first time he came limping in covered in blood and half dead before the cave was set up etc.

I want the house to become protective in its own mysterious way of the Batfamily. Otherwise sturdy trellises giving way on the tabloid reporters climbing them when they try taking photos through the windows. Suits of armors' grips loosening on their weapons, sending axes careening down mere inches in front of creeps following the Wayne kids around during galas. Goons invading said galas suddenly finding themselves separated from their gang unable to find another living soul amongst the labyrinthine halls and rooms, eventually found sobbing in a corner seemingly glad to see the Batman claiming that "this hellhole was changing on me, the door wasn't there before you came in."

#batman #wayne manor #the manor is very loving to the Wayne family and friends #just an eldritch monstrosity to enemies #alfred is the only one aware of the manor being alive and they are a terrifying duo

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spacedace · 1 year

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Okay here me out:

dp x dc writing prompt where Dani ends up exhausted (and maybe a little weak from traveling for so long, maybe she got in a fight and is hurt) and finding shelter in a nice barn with a friendly cow in it, curling up in a dark corner to rest and recover where she’s pretty sure no one will notice her until she's ready to take off again.

And because her form since stabilizing has always been a bit prone to sliding away from more human and into the more eldritch when she's tired, she appears less like a human girl and more like an more humanoid-ish shadow creature. Emphasis on the creature.

Damian is a responsible pet owner, he makes sure to go around feeding everyone first thing in the mornings, even on weekends, and because of his training he has a sharp eye for things that aren't quit right, so he spots this...thing curled up in the corner immediately.

His first instinct is to fight it - it managed to get past all their security measures, it's an unknown, it could be a danger to his family, or worse BatCow - but then Alfred-the-cat jumps down from the hay bail the creature is curled up behind and lands on it. The creature gives a pained little noise, but doesn't strike out or hurt the cat, just turns glowing green eyes up at it and meets Alfred-the-cat's little mrrp with one of it's own and buts it's shadowy head against the cat.

And Damian, maybe a little more tired then usual up so early after a long night fighting rogues as Robin, just comes to the conclusion that - while obviously a supernatural creature of some variety- it clearly has been adopted by Alfred-the-cat as a kitten and equally adopted the cat back as it's caretaker. And separating them would be detrimental to both.

So obviously this is just another pet for him to take care of, especially when he realizes that Bruce-the-shadow (it only seemed appropriate since Alfred-the-cat adopted the creature) is injured.

Dani is a little too out of it to fully get what's going on at first, just vaguely aware of someone that looks a bit like Danny saying something to her and trying to check on her injuries - he must have found her, one of the local ghosts must have told him what was going on - so she just lets him because she knows how he gets.

The rest of the family thinks it's a bit weird that Damian has been spending so much more time down at the barn recently, but hey it keeps him from getting into fights with his siblings and they all get the need for some alone time now and then.

Things only start getting weird when Dani starts realizing it's not her original/brother/father taking care of her but instead some kid her age, but by then Damian has started talking to Bruce-the-Shadow the same way he does his other pets, sharing the things he feels he can’t share with anyone else, and she sees that same loneliness and unwillingness to trust that she feels and really with the bruises the kid keeps showing up with she worries okay?

So she sticks around, even after she's all healed and could take off again, keeping her form shadowy and doing her best to keep an eye on her new...friend? Friend.

Cut to Damian ending up in some bad fight and Dani as Bruce-the-shadow showing up to save him and BatFam is concerned™️ about what the fuck that thing is, and Danny getting worried because he hasn't seen his clone/sister/daughter in a bit and she usually at least checks in by now and deciding to go look for her.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #batfam #writing prompt #damian wayne #danielle fenton #dani fenton #danny fenton #eldritch dani #alfred the cat #Elle starts hiding in Damian's shadow to try and protect him throughout the day #the robin thing is a surprise but hey she gets the vigilante thing even if that's more Danny's thing then hers #Damian is delighted that his new pet is so well behaved and seems to understand him so well #he's 90% percent certain Bruce-the-shadow is a Lazarus pit demon #and excited to have so easily tamed and domesticated it #the first time someone tries to kill Robin while Elle is there ends up getting eaten by a furious eldritch abomination and spat out again #Damian is so proud #Bruce is PANICKING

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paranormal-potatoes · 1 year

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Teague: what the fuck what are you doing

Antal: what do you mean?

Teague, gesturing at Antal and Alfred: why are you two just making weird faces at each other? like I'm all in favor of fucking with my friends–

Gehrman, in another room: STOP MOVING MY TOOLS

Teague: MAKE ME FUCKER anyways. why the weird faces

Alfred: we were talking?

Teague: what

Eileen: don't ask. neither's going to explain

Antal, knows exactly what she means: explain what

Alfred, also knows exactly what she means: no idea what you're talking about

Eileen:

#potato writes fic #rel: alfred/antal #rel: gehrman & teague #ch: antal #ch: alfred #ch: eileen #ch: teague #ch: gehrman #<- off screen #potato writes dialogue #fic: a little less human‚ a little more eldritch #fic: old man hunter and his eldritch child

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dclovesdanny · 2 months

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DcxDp prompt

Dead tired 1/3

Tim wasn’t bitter about no one believing him about Bruce. He wasn’t!

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He was.

Which was why he enlisted the help of his favorite vigilante, Phantom!

The plan was simple. Everyone else was going to the tower to help with another time fiasco, but he was benched because his arm was broken. Even Alfred had left. Better for him

When they came back, it was to an engaged Tim who had documents detailing his long standing betrothal to high King Phantom, whom he had been betrothed to since he was a baby by his parents, and acted generally surprised when they (separately) questioned him about it and the ring he was wearing.

Queue the Batfam thinking something they did during the time fiasco doomed Tim to being betrothed to an evil undead King while he laughs with Danny and Young Justice(they are in on it).

Bonus: they make a clause in the contract where before they are married, they have to spend a week every year together, and when that time comes, Phantom appears as either an Eldritch being or a harsh old looking king.

#misunderstanding #funny #prank #dc x dp #dcxdp #chaos #dead tired #ghost king danny

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