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absolutely-esme · 2 months
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What do you mean he's not eldritch?
What if all of the members of the Bat Family other than Tim Drake were secretly eldritch abominations?
They all work very hard at pretending to be human, and they've even gotten pretty good at passing. They can even mostly avoid the uncanny valley when in their civilian identities. There was a heck of a learning curve, but they've gotten things figured out for the most part.
Enter: Tim Drake
Weird, poorly socialized, probably autistic Tim Drake
The Bats think they've encountered a fellow eldritch being in disguise, and one that seems like he could use some help blending in. Naturally, they're quick to welcome him into their fold. Jason is delighted to take his turn at being a big brother mentor.
It takes a comedically long time for anyone to realize something's up because there is an absurd amount of overlap between stuff you need to know for masking and stuff you need to know to pass as human.
Meanwhile, Tim is amazed that the Bats have apparently decided he's cool enough to hang out with. It's like something out of his daydreams. They even have good advice for him on problems he hadn't known how to ask about. They are so patient and understanding about it, too. They never get annoyed with him for not already knowing. They also seem to be okay with the bits of weirdness he can't change.
Just weird kid Tim getting bundled into an incredibly helpful and supportive found family of eldritch entities. They're all going to get a good grade in human-ing, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
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I imagine the Bats are various different kinds of eldritch abominations because they're still adopted. They look wildly different when not in human form.
Bruce is a mass of... shadows? Smoke? Something dark and formless that shifts and flows in different ways depending on his mood.
Dick kind of looks like a pile of owls that is also somehow a single body.
Barbara is a spiral galaxy with stars that are also eyes somehow?
Jason is a solid-looking mass of muscle with six strong legs, a thick coat of shaggy hair, a mouth that opens much further along his body than it seems like it should, and even more teeth than you'd expect a mouth that size to have.
Stephanie Brown is kind of like an incredibly dense storm system with purple glitter.
Cassandra is a silhouette through which undiscovered nebulae can be seen. What she is a silhouette of depends on her mood.
Tim, they have only ever seen in his meticulously well-crafted human form. He's really good at that part even if he needed some help with the behavioral bits.
Damian is half human. Talia saw a mass of living darkness trying really hard to pretend to be a man and decided she was into that.
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Dick: So, eye contact is actually pretty simple once you have the formula figured out. You need to cycle between looking at the other person and looking at something else at the appropriate frequency. If you look at them too much it will come across as staring. If you look away for too long they'll think you're not paying attention to them. You'll need to experiment to figure out the appropriate frequency.
Tim: *frets*
Jason: You don't have to look straight at their eyes, just in the general direction of their face.
Tim: Oh! I can do that!
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I think Eldritch Bruce having history with the league of assassins in a markedly less inentional way than Canon would be funny. Like, you'd think an encounter between an eldritch abomination and a cult would be deliberate on someone's part, but no.
Bruce was still young and unskilled at differentiating between normal and abnormal human behavior.
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chickenlover-19 · 1 year
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Duality
And humanity lost (or smthing poetic). Also??? I can finish art pieces still??
Here’s my take on Eldritch Danny (as prompted by @paenling 💜)! I’m in love with the idea of Danny becoming more and more ghostly/eldritch overtime. It could be influenced by how much he uses his ghost side but personally I like the idea that his appearance becoming creepier and creepier is more of an eventuality that he can’t avoid (after the great microwaving). I have lots of thoughts on this, so expect more in the near future mwahaha
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stealingyourbones · 8 months
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HEY GUYS I MADE A FIC!
I have been a part of the incredible @patrol-partners-batphandom-2023 event and have been working on a fic this past month with my absolutely amazing partner @scarletsaphire ! now it's time to show yall the wonderful creation we made.
behold. my child: I’ve Grown a Mouth So Sharp and Cruel (It’s All That I Can Give To You)
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andr0nap · 1 year
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WHAT THAT MOUTH DO?!???!?!!?!
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oh yknow~ ;)
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yanban-san · 10 months
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"Ingo, darling, would you please let some light in?"
"…It's not even light outside yet, little Love." You pouted, and were about to retort- But you were stopped by the feeling of something strangely cold and liquid wrapping around your arms and snaking it's way across your back. The ephemeral mass pulled you into the softness of your bed, shifting and coiling and moving- A darkness you could stare into forever, triggering the appearance of shapes and colors before your eyes that weren't really there.
"Why must you rise with the Sun, Darling? Stay and rest with me. The world will wait." The sonorous voice rumbled in your ears, echoing all around you. A deep, muttered growl- Or perhaps a purr. Something intertwined with your hands, and something else coiled around your shoulder. "The world might wait," You answered back, "But my stomach certainly won't. Can't I go get some breakfast?"
"Hrn," The thing wrapped around you groaned in annoyance- And suddenly you felt something weighty in your hand. A bowl.
A bowl of pecha berries.
"I would rather this satisfy you for now, little Love." Nobori grumbled. You sighed- And ate the berries. Sweeter than normal, and perfectly ripe. As always. "I still wanna get up."
Nobori did not reply- And you set the bowl down, thinking of your next move.
"…Do I need to ask a certain brother of yours for assistance?" You goaded. "Absolutely not," Nobori replied. "…Surely you do not despise my embrace so much you would invoke my own brother against me?"
"Of course not, dear, but…" You squeezed the shadowy hand holding your own. "I would like to get up."
Nobori growled- And half whined. "…I do not want you to get up right now. Can you not stay for a little longer?" You felt something press against you. Heavy, silken, shifting- Cold yet warm, yet stiff, yet hollow- No matter how long you stayed with them, the form of Nobori always eluded description to you. "Why though?" You asked.
"…I have my reasons." He answered.
The thing twitched and shivered in the dark. And you hummed, wondering what to do. It certainly wasn't unpleasant being wrapped up in Nobori's shadows- But you wanted to get on with your day. And you knew the Depot Agents would be missing their beloved Boss. This behavior was quite unlike Ingo too, you knew. Normally he was last to come to bed and first to rise- It was rare you did not see him in his human form, or even a pseudo human appearance.
So why now?
The shadows continued to coil around you. Small little you. Precious little you. Holder of his heart, who could have the Earth bent and shaped to your whims if only you would ask- Normally. Nobori knew it was... Well, rather wrong of him to be holding you hostage. He always did his best to be respectful of your will, but... And it was difficult to admit to himself, too, the reason why he wanted to have you to himself.
You felt something rub against your cheek. Something else twist around your leg, coiling around your thighs-
"I-Ingo," You stuttered, feeling your face flush with warmth- Which made the shadows so much colder as they continued to rub against you-
Or would it be better to call it nuzzling?
"Ingo- Are you... Do you... Are you wanting me to cuddle you?"
"...I merely wish your for your company and affections, my Dear."
"...So you want cuddles."
Something swished in the dark- Like wispy cobwebs collecting around a duster, so to did the shadows suddenly gather into something more corporeal- Tendrils sweeping into shadowy shapes that dared to let the smallest sparks of sunlight trickle into your room as the void pooled into a dark ink, dripping and undulating into a vague, humanoid shape.
"I... I would like to cuddle you. I would like it very much, love. I want to hold you."
The creature grasped at you again, and from it's sorrowful looking facade of a face, you could tell just how despondent your darling was.
Perhaps you could let Nobori win this once.
"Well then, come here." You beckoned, and suddenly the dripping ink expanded again- Except this time you were practically floating in it. A hand grabbed your arm, another wrapped around your stomach, one around your leg, another around your other leg- Gently stroking at your limbs and rubbing your back, and something smooth and firm purring into your neck.
"Mmm... Soft." He hummed. And the shadows went quiet- And so did you. Might as well catch some more snoozing. And as you drifted off again, you could've sworn you heard a quiet, whispered hush of a voice- Almost off in the distance.
"You've been a verrrry bad brother, keeping our soulmate all to yourself like this. I want to cuddle them too."
...Oh dear.
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hootbon · 3 months
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paused on the showtime comic, ran to raggedy instead
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ignore the fact the both of them are putting eachother’s lives at risk 😀
YOOUUU 🫵🥹 KISSES THEN EATS THE ART SO MUCH
They get a little smoochie
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twst-drabbles · 2 months
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Trapped in a Fish's Eye 1
Summary: "It's not looking for a meal," you reassured Azul with a whisper in the dark, "It's looking for anyone that's willing to look at it. So keep all those windows closed, and make sure nobody gets out. It'll pass soon enough."
(Eldritch Prefect time! This time, everyone at Octavinelle is trapped inside their own dorm with no way out, and they're going to be stuck here for what seems like an eternity! Time dilation kind of thing. So, it's basically a little mini event where you can send in what kinds of fucked up things happen in this trapped space. So, I'm asking, what do you want to happen while everyone is trapped in here? What disasters and horrible things do you want to happen? Everything will go back to normal soon enough, so no need to worry about lasting consequences!)
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You never really stray far from that group of first years, Azul noticed. You linger around, watch over those rambunctious students as they go about their everyday shenanigans as though there wasn't something wrong with the world around them. As though these creatures and beings that slowly dwindle down the population simply don't exist.
Well, how is Azul one to talk? In a weird way, this should to be comforting. He and most of Octavinelle come from the sea, and those cold waters aren't known for its gentle embrace. It was only by a miracle that his own mother didn't starve to death when he hatched.
Azul hasn't met many like him, but with the ones he does know, none of them had mothers, let alone fathers. Often, they're all orphans. Azul was lucky. Very, very lucky.
But, such luck wouldn't keep him safe from the sheer discomfort of living on land. Yes, yes he'd be a fool to say that living above waters is somehow safer than back home, but there is this… rule of sorts, this expectation that death, while an everyday part of life, wasn't something to be treated with a casual wave of a hand.
Death was not as welcome a visitor.
Which is why it's so strange to Azul that every land dweller would ignore all these dangers. This kind of acting was a part of his sea life, not on land. It's annoying, it's grating, and it's worrying overall.
But what can he do? He knows nothing of the new and recent dangers. You do. And you continue to walk on as normal. While Azul can't say he feel any modicum of trust in you, he can't deny that your knowledge was something that saved his hide again and again, even if you went about it in such a roundabout way just to grab at some entertainment.
"You'll be having a stalker in the coming week," you said just as you walked into the lounge, silencing the entire are despite it being its busiest week, "Make sure to cover everything that can make you see the outside. You wouldn't want to catch that its gaze."
So, the students in the Octavinelle dorm will have to forgive him for being as panicked as he was when he ordered every window covered and every door locked.
"Aren't you overreacting a little?" Azul heard one of his staff members say, "I mean, come on. It can't be scarier than the stuff up on land. Besides, there's a magic barrier over this place! I think we'll be fine."
That same man would be dragged by you kicking and screaming from a window he tried to pry open, face half morphed, almost melting with dropping fish scales and conjoined milky eyes. You made easy work of him, a clean cut of his head and yet he still gaped.
You placed his head in the room where everyone grabs their breakfast. You smiled at Azul as you said, "They'll need a reminder, won't they? Of what it means to be under that moonlit gaze."
He tapped his finger frantically on the table, unable to look away at this… this fool that he probably should've done better to warn.
Azul isn't callous, as much as he makes himself out to be a cutthroat business man.
"What does it want?" Azul practically growled, "Why is this creature here?"
And when can he and the rest of this dorm get out? There's an emergency mirror here just in case of fire hazards, but no amount of magic can get it to work. The glass is pitch black, so it can't even function as a regular mirror.
"It's not looking for a meal," you reassured Azul with a whisper in the dark, "It's looking for anyone that's willing to look at it. So keep all those windows closed, and make sure nobody gets out. It'll pass soon enough."
"And what if it comes back?" He slammed his fist. It hasn't been that long, only two days and there's still plenty of food, but it was enough for Azul to digest the possibility that they'll be here for a very long time.
Soon enough to you may very well be forever to him. Azul's not a fool. He knows you're not human to begin with.
You shrugged as you grabbed the glass case. You shook it, and the head melted further, as though an old and wasted organ. "Then it'll come back. But it won't. Why try twice when it won't succeed the first time in luring someone out? It's not human. It won't even think to try again, not when it has near infinite hunting grounds."
A younger him would've pushed through the haze of dread and find ways to deal with this monster. A more naive him would've been powered by curiosity and the possibility of milking more money out of this once he's controlled the danger.
But he's been in your hands. He's gazed into the threads that make up your being and felt you unravel his in turn, bit by bit. He couldn't weave himself back together. You had to do it. And so he forgot it all, besides his body's very warning to never look back.
"But, I do have to warn you," you place the case down and took Azul's hat, forcing him to look up, "We will be out soon enough, but it will seem like an eternity to you. Just endure and everything will be fine. Be sure not to get caught in that silver light, alright. Cover it up if you do."
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crocodadz · 3 months
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what do you even do when your boyfriend transcends humanity to cure the world for a second time and then takes a catboy's Pidgeon with him before vanishing for eternity a long time
i'd cry tbh
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thesoulspulse · 1 year
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It’s kinda nice putting them side by side to compare the various Eldritch AU versions I’ve made so far of some of the more powerful ghosts in the show. First we have Nocturne which like many of us like giving more of an owl-like appearance. Then there’s Undergrowth who I made look more like an ancient Druid/Forest Spirit. And next we have Frostbite with a sort of snow wizard look I guess? And more recently of course I added Clockwork with a look based on the sands of time and sundials.
I definitely want to draw more Eldritch AU ghosts/spirits of course but who knows, maybe I’ll make a few oc’s too to cover some of the other powers or elements we didn’t see much in the show. But for now here’s what I have and I’ll be posting a poll next to ask for some suggestions on who to draw next!
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E-eldritch Sans au? oh... oh no. Please go on. What does the "blue eyed one" want? and of course there is a skull somewhere in their ranks? what happens when He sees her too?
Sans, the 'blue-eyed one': He wants her just as much as the others do. They all love her in the closest approximation to love they can feel. Rather than try to appear humanoid to her and risk falling into the uncanny valley, like Red often does, Sans takes the route of being completely otherworldly in a clean and easily comprehensible manner. His body resembles a dark fluid, fluctuating in viscosity and shape, eyes and mouths opening across him when required (although he tends to stick to just one mouth to ease the scare factor). He might take a form resembling the small skeleton we all know if she seems particularly nervous... he’s very kind, very careful with her, talking softly and offering to shelter.
Unfortunately, he hates other humans. He wants nothing to do with her friends, he’d kill them if the opportunity arose, he despises having to share her with these noisy dirty meatbags. He makes it very clear from the start that he only assists her friends if she asks, and purely to make her happy... he understands that her mind doesn’t work as his does and she needs her little pack bonds to stay sane, but he’s still clearly vying for a way to get rid of them. She finds it difficult to trust him.
Red, the 'red-eyed one': If Sans is cold and blue and otherworldly... Red is crimson, blood and bones and sinew, almost too close to home. Sometimes his presence is comforting because it reminds her of the warmth of flesh & other human beings, and sometimes it’s deeply and viscerally disturbing, twisting something she knows into an unnatural shape that makes her stomach turn and vividly reminds her that this is a higher being playing around with a smaller creature’s physical form purely for entertainment. Unlike Sans, he’s a lot more tolerating of her surviving friends- although it’s obvious he’s got eyes (MANY eyes) for her, he enjoys her human companions too, he’ll joke with/protect them without her having to prompt him.
Much like Forest God Red, it slowly becomes clear that Red’s imitation of humanoid mannerisms and shapes isn’t entirely for her benefit. He harbours some envy for the species that knits its family units together so tightly- he wants to be human.
Skull, the 'thing that wants': A massive creature following her across the landscape like a needy dog after one chance meeting in the open. All the eldritch beings are huge, but Skull is the only one who struggles to shrink himself, far too ancient and powerful to access those fine shapeshifting motor functions anymore.
He loves her in a frightening, consuming, eldritch way. He wants to know her inside and out, he wants to touch her consciousness, he wants to explore every inch of her brain, he wants to absorb her Soul and trap her tiny body in his own. Maybe he wants to hold her? Maybe he wants to eat her? It’s hard to tell anymore, with a creature like him. He’ll hunt for a thousand years if he has to.
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austajunk · 7 months
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The wonderful @bardic-feline and I wrote a nice and naughty Eldritch AU Danganronpa Fic and the first chapter is up! So please take a look. <3
Smile at the Mouth of Despair
Summary: When part-time streamer Chiaki Nanami enters the Kirigiri Detective Agency one afternoon and insists that she is being lured to her death on a mysterious island, assistant investigator Makoto Naegi is determined to keep her safe from what fate awaits her. However, as they pursue this mystery together, they both find themselves seduced and entangled by a strange and eerie butler who longs to return an ancient power to its former glory…
Main Ships: Komaegi, Komanami, KamuNami, and KamuKoma <3
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absolutely-esme · 5 months
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Monster!Tim Coraline AU Idea
This idea would not leave me alone.
It’s a cross between a meta!/magic!Tim au and a Coraline au.
Before I get into it, I feel like I should explain.  I was on a bit of an Eldritch!Batfamily and Cryptid!Batfamily kick.  Then I found a collection of supernatural Tim aus.  Then I stumbled across a Coraline au.  There’s probably also some inspiration in there from vampire au fics.
It didn’t really jell until the idea occurred to me of a scene where some frightened villain asks Tim “What kind of monster are you?” and Tim says “The hungry kind.”
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The idea is that somewhere back along the way, Tim’s family tree includes some kind of supernatural creature which may or may not have been an eldritch entity.
The supernatural heritage allows Tim to acquire abilities from other entities he has defeated, and Gotham is absolutely full of the supernatural if you pay attention.
Of course, Tim’s power isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.  It actually comes packaged with some pretty nasty side effects.
One of those side effects is perpetual Hunger.  Tim is always Hungry.  There is no way to stop it.  He eats enough to stay healthy, but he still feels Hunger at all times.  Increasing his food intake will not help and will screw up his metabolism and cause him to need more for normal function.  If this was allowed to spiral out of control it could eventually reach a point where he was physically unable to eat the amount of food he needed to function and starved to death on a full stomach. 
Fixing it is stupid hard because this particular sort of magical inheritance is really fucking inconvenient.  And, of course, whatever is up with his biology also makes him insanely susceptible to addiction, so no coffee for him unless he wants caffeine withdrawal symptoms all the time for however long it takes to fix that.  The constant Hunger also makes it difficult to get enough sleep.  Have you ever tried to go to sleep on an empty stomach?  Not easy, was it?  Imagine that every night.
The Hunger is fairly central to the nature of the magic.  Whatever supernatural entity he’s descended from, it is the Hungry kind.  The ritual of defeating another supernatural entity, taking a bit of the defeated entity’s power, and incorporating it into himself serves as a sort of metaphorical devouring, (and metaphors matter more to magic than they do to normal biology).  That’s why he’s able to gain power and abilities from defeated foes. 
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Tim’s relationship with his parents is complicated.  His supernatural heritage comes from his mother’s side of the family.  She did her best to teach him about it and how to cope with it, but a lot of knowledge was lost over the generations due to persecution forcing those like them into hiding more than once.  There may have been a few individuals who spiraled out of control and caused small-scale famines before losing their lives.  It only takes a few cases for people to decide that a specific category of people is simply not worth the risk of having around.  Janet always referred to herself and Tim (as well as anyone else sharing the condition) as “those afflicted with Gluttony.”  This is the closest they have to a name for the condition.
One of the important things Janet Drake teaches her son is to pursue his passions.  It is incredibly important for individuals like them to have things outside the self that they can draw satisfaction and fulfilment from, things that keep them going in the face of the relentless Hunger.  This is what leads Tim to his night-time photography of Gotham, and eventually to his fascination with the Bats. 
Janet’s passions are archeology and travel.  Unfortunately, traveling from dig site to dig site is not a particularly stable or safe environment to raise a child in.  She needs to do these things to remain in good health.  Without her external coping mechanisms, she could start spiraling.  If she starts spiraling, it might trigger her son to start spiraling too because children in their developmental years are delicate, and this type of hereditary magic is fucking inconvenient (there might be ways of managing things that make it easier to live with, but between the knowledge lost and the risks that come with experimentation, they don’t have much info on how anything works).  She comes home as much as she can without the risk of compromising both their health.
She also taught Tim how to calculate appropriate portion sizes based on nutritional data so as not to screw up his metabolism, and how to fix it if he does mess up.  She also stayed and managed the process the first time it happened because the process of returning the metabolism of one afflicted with Gluttony to normal after it’s gotten out of hand is difficult and unpleasant and Tim wasn’t old enough to handle it by himself.  The nanny that had overfed him hadn’t been malicious or unreasonable, she’d just been operating on the assumption that he had standard human biology.  It took months to get Tim healthy again.  It took several hefty bribes to keep things under wraps.  Janet doesn’t know if there are still people out there hunting their kind, but she’s not willing to risk it.
Janet may not know about the aspect of the family magic that lets them gain powers from defeating other entities.  It’s possible that she was holding off on explaining this until he was older and more ready for the responsibility of multiple superpowers.  It’s also possible that the knowledge got lost somewhere along the way and Janet didn’t discover it herself because she didn’t spend her childhood running around Gotham at night and was more the sort of person who would stay home and read when she had trouble sleeping.
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Tim discovers his ability to gain abilities from defeating other supernatural things fairly early on.  The type of defeat can vary, but it has to be something of significance.  A fight will work for most, but there are other particular challenges that will work for specific cases.
The first things a young Tim is able to beat are these small things, invisible to most, that gain power from learning secrets.  What that power is used for, I couldn’t tell you.  They don’t seem to do much other than sneak around and learn secrets.  Tim doesn’t know if there’s a proper name for these things or not, but he calls them Secret Hunters.  They are absolutely everywhere in Gotham. 
Secret Hunters are invisible to most, but Tim is able to see them.  It might be because of his own supernatural nature, or it might be something else entirely.  If it’s hereditary it must have skipped his parents’ generation.  Neither of them seem to be able to see them.  Tim gains improved stealth and a sense for when something is hidden from catching Secret Hunters until they wise up and start avoiding him.  (Catching them works in place of a fight because secret hunters primarily operate on stealth and evasion.)
He can’t just magically know secrets, but he can tell when there is a secret.  (He still figured out Batman’s and Robin’s secret identities on his own merit.  The most this ability would have done is alert him to the fact that they had secret identities if that hadn’t already been obvious from the fact that they were wearing masks.)
He also gets various other abilities from other things he encounters while scrambling all over Gotham at night.  Nearly doesn’t get out of some of the scrapes he gets himself into.  He gains the ability to cut with his fingernails as if they were razors from something that nearly killed him.  He gains the ability to climb like a goat from a Jersey Devil.  Etc.
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At some point, Tim is targeted by a beldam.  He doesn’t get the kind of warnings that Coraline does, but his ability to sense secrets lets him know that the Beldam is hiding something, and any child raised in any part of Gotham knows to be suspicious of things that seem too good to be true.  Tim doesn’t have a convenient seeing stone from the neighbor, but he does have the advantage of his own supernatural nature which the Beldam doesn’t know about.
Tim finds a button-eyed doll that looks like him after his parents leave on yet another trip, and thinks it’s a gift they meant to give him before leaving.  They do often bring interesting souvenirs.  It wouldn’t be at all unusual for them to find an artist who sews dolls to look like people and have one made based on pictures of him.  Later on, he discovers the key. 
This Beldam is older and more powerful than the one from Coraline.  She has more power and more past victims to work with, so she’s able to make a larger, more populated world. 
Oh by the way, I head-canon that the Other versions of people in the Other world are actually past victims of the Other Mother, remade and dressed up for whatever role she has them play.  The three ghosts were just the three most recent and not fully processed for use yet.  That’s why the Others are able to act against her sometimes (Other Wybie saving Coraline from the mirror, Other Father tossing the eye to Coraline) or say things she doesn’t want them too (Other Father says “so sharp you won’t feel a thing” and Other Mother kicks him under the table).
The Other Mother doesn’t know all that Tim knows, so the Other World has inconsistencies like Other Batman and Other Robin sitting across the table from Other Bruce and Other Jason.  She doesn’t know they’re the same people.  She just knows that they’re all important to Tim.  She also tries to tell him to “eat as much as he wants” when his real mother was the one to explain the dangers of attempting to eat to fullness for people with their condition.
There isn’t a cat to warn Tim but he doesn’t need it.  He can sense hidden intentions in everything, and he’s fully capable of uncovering the hidden secrets himself. 
Tim doesn’t have a cat, but he does have Other Robin, who might have been made from whatever remained of someone close to one of the people mirrored in the Other World made for Tim.  He doesn’t remember his life, but somehow he feels incredibly motivated to help a boy who cares dearly for whoever and is willing to let him know that they're living a good life out there in the real world.
Tim discovers the nature of the other world and sets out to free the souls trapped there.  He fights the Beldam will all the viciousness and desperation of someone who knows they’ve only got one shot.  He takes everything he can from this fight as he makes sure she won’t ever hurt anyone again.  He doesn’t stop until the beldam is well and truly dead.  Then he unravels Other Gotham and spills all of the souls out into the world where they can move on and rest.
This is how Tim learns to Sew.  He can’t make entire populated worlds like the beldam, but that’s mostly because he refuses to do what she did.  He can control things he’s made (though there’s limits on how much) and even see through buttons he’s sewn (onto cushions and such, he's not the Other Mother).  He also gets some minor illusory powers that let him make things look a bit brighter/nicer/cheerier than they are.  It takes quite some time before he’s comfortable with using these powers.  Trauma is a bitch like that.
Part of the reason this version of Tim was so desperate to do something about Batman losing it out of grief is because he already has Evil Batman trauma from Other Batman, and he doesn’t need that shit happening in real Gotham.
By this point Tim has a collection of powers that allow him to navigate the more dangerous parts of Gotham largely without fear.  Now he has to learn how to manage without using any that he isn’t one hundred percent certain he can sneak past Batman, which means he’ll have to divide his attention between learning from the training and not letting himself do things the supernatural way.  This is going to suck.
It does, in fact, suck.
Oh, it turns out some of the rogues are a bit supernatural.  He gains a bit of an intuitive understanding of the health of plants from Ivy.  He gains the ability to taste emotions from Scarecrow.  (Also, Johnathan Crane is a freaking weirdo, fear tastes like spoiled milk!)  The rogues with supernatural tendencies are freaking terrified of the new Robin because he always seems like he wants to freaking eat them.  The non-supernatural types don’t get it.
Eventually, Red hood breaks into Titan’s tower.  Tim, by this point, is very good at deciphering how supernatural entities work and is packing an extensive inventory of powers.  He realizes quickly that this is some kind of manipulative entity that feeds on rage and pain attached to an unwitting host.  When he realizes that the unknowing (and therefore unconsenting) host is Jason Todd, he tells the Lazarus Entity in no uncertain terms to give Jason back or perish.
Jason, who does not realize he has a malicious, mind-warping, supernatural parasite and believes there to be no one other than himself and Tim present, is understandably confused.
Tim decides that the Lazarus entity has had its chance and springs into action.
Jason is treated to the terrifying sight of just what Tim Drake is like when he’s not expending conscious effort on not being something out of a horror movie.  Suddenly he’s in the middle of a spider’s web and no matter how hard he tries to fight back everything around him is under the control of his opponent.  Furniture flies around on puppet strings.  Getting too close puts him in range of the freaking claws this kid apparently has!?  Trying to get away just leaves him caught in strings and the more he struggles the more entangled he becomes!  The new Robin is skittering and gliding around in a decidedly inhuman way. 
Jason honestly thinks he's going to die when he finds himself bound with Tim standing over him.  He passes out when Tim rips the Lazarus entity away from him and destroys it. 
Tim gains the ability to heal from defeating the Lazarus entity.
Jason is surprised and confused when he wakes up bundled in a handmade quilt with his head in Tim’s lap and a cool compress on his forehead, feeling sore but more well and whole than he has since before he died.
Jason later decides that his memories of the fight at Titans Tower must be some kind of weird fever dream caused by his body purging the last of the Lazarus Water from his system. It goes along with Tim's account of things.
According to Tim, Jason entered the tower, initiated a lock-down, and then collapsed on the floor. Then, Tim moved him closer to a wall where he was less likely to get stepped on than in the middle of the walkway and did his best to take care of him there because Jason was simply too large and heavy for him to carry all the way to the med bay by himself.
This is far more believable and less of a mind screw than what Jason remembers. Obviously this tiny, baby-faced kiddo who played nursemaid for a stranger who broke into the tower and now looks up at him with wide, starry eyes couldn't actually be the terrifying, predatory creature from the nightmare. It was all just a bad dream.
He's honestly glad he collapsed before he had time to do any harm. The poor kid will never have to know what Jason went there to do. Jason knows, though, and he'll do his damned best to make up for it. He may have flubbed first impressions, but he is going to be the best damn big brother that ever big brothered.
...
Tim might or might not go full on feral cryptid when Bruce is lost in the Timestream. I haven't decided. He will probably pick a fight with the Lazarus Pit much to the confusion and alarm of everyone around.
That’s all I’ve got so far.
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chickenlover-19 · 1 year
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Whatever became of the Phantom of Amity Park?
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working on the eldritch!SQQ fic, and procrastinated by making a moodboard for it
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romance at its finest (deranged)
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Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further
Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them
Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]
Oh, Certainly.
You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-
If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-
Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-
"You've been marked, young one."
Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-
You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.
As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-
Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.
"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"
Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.
Everyone was.
Oh dear.
"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."
Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"
"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?
Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,
"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"
Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"
"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"
Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."
"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."
Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"
"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"
Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-
"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."
"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"
You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."
Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"
And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-
"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"
You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.
Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"
"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"
"Into this? I doubt-"
"Insight into what?"
You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.
"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.
"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."
"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-
"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."
"The scale Ingo gave me?"
"That was it."
Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.
"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"
Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.
"But uh, the other thing-"
Oh?
"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"
You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"
He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"
"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"
"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."
Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.
"The feather?"
"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."
"Oh, I do-" And you paused.
Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-
Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-
You considered your boss for a moment.
Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"
"Huh?"
"The feather."
You recalled it.
"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."
And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.
"…What's wrong with it?"
The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-
Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.
"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?
"…fake?"
The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-
"I see. Well, I must get going."
Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to
Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?
Liar. Liar. Liar.
Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.
You wouldn't hurt them like this.
You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-
Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.
But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.
To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-
He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-
"Ah, there you are, Miss."
He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.
Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-
Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.
And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-
Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-
Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.
And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-
And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-
But not now.
Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.
No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-
After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-
Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.
And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.
So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-
The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-
"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-
Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.
"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"
"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"
You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"
*How were you to explain-
"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?
Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?
"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"
"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"
"I saw issue with it."
And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-
It made him look mad. Deranged.
And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-
"…There was an issue? With it?"
"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."
And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.
…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?
The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-
"Brother."
Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.
"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"
"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.
"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."
Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"
"I don't know."
"And- My scale- She took that off, too."
"Yes, she did that too."
"And your feather!"
"Yes. And my feather."
Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-
So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.
Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-
"They won't," Ingo reassured.
"They will not. One way or another."
Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"
Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"
"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"
"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."
And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.
Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.
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