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this blog is an archived rp blog, now an aesthetic/character analysis blog for a wip gothic horror fic. occasional sneak peeks & yelling about ships or the current state of canon will be documented here.

enjoy the pretty pictures and try to ignore the fractals humming in your veins.

🦇 allis

everything-starstuff

Boris Pelcer

#YOUR EVERY BREATH A DEBT.#EMERGENCY EXIT.

the-cinder-fields

Alessandro Pagani, Untitled (Barry Lyndon)

#AND THE MAN AT THE BACK IS READY TO CRACK.#EN POINTE MACABE.#WE WATCH THE WALLS BLEED.#NEVERMIND THE FLOORBOARDS SCREAMING.

gotham except the sky there is always red and no one questions it

#red skies take warning.

childmagazine

#en point macabe.#S O B S #god i love this........#i am gotham.#and the man at the back is ready to crack.

theundergod

TheUnderGod.com

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AESTHETICS: the quarry

ask before using someone’s guts as weapons.

#i have..... a big brain #aes.#mine.#the quarry.

theta-sigma

Statue based on Leonardo daVinci’s famous concept for artificial wings.

This is so fucking beautiful!

#quarry.#flying things.#i am gotham.

smithsonianlibrariesarchives

An illustration of a child’s dream from The ladies’ floral cabinet v.3:no.33 (1874).

Full text here.

#flying things.

philocalistmelomaniac

#GOOD STUFF GOOD STUFF YEAH BOIIIII #the peregrine.#redbreast.

c/p from a discord thread with the AMAZING @legaxies . Bruce talking to Catherine Todd about Jason. Oh my gosh the character development/exploration.

He paused and took a breath, tried to force himself to relax. To meet the fury with calm. He ran his hands over his face, cheeks ruddy and eyes red with unshed tears. He wiped them away quickly.

She was right. She was right about the whole thing. He had made mistakes with Dick, had sworn Robin was too dangerous to exist. And then this. He'd repeated his mistakes. She wasn't saying anything but the truth. A loud, angry, hurting truth, but the truth.

"No. You're right." He took another shaky breath, hands in his pockets. Funny how she could make him feel small. He hadn't felt that way since-- well, since the alleyway.

"I didn't get to grow up with my parents. I don't know what I'm doing. I-- I'm making mistakes. Most of them were benign. But now--" He wiped his thumb at his eyes and dropped it at his side. "He was hurting and angry and lost. And, and doing this helped me. I thought it helped him. It was helping him, danger aside."

He swallowed a knot. "I was shot when I was a child. I saw my parents die." Felt his mother's chest still as he tried to stem the flow of blood. Ignored his own wound to try and save her.

"I trained for, for years as a teenager. I was shot and stabbed and worse. I-- I guess I didn't realize the danger." He had a different baseline for what violence was. He'd gotten... desensitized to it. That didn't excuse what he'd done to Jason and Dick. But he honestly, earnestly, hadn't realized there was anything wrong with it.

This was just what happened to children, right?

No. No, it wasn't. He'd messed up. Messed up didn't even begin to cover his mistakes.

"Robin was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. One I won't be repeating. I don't know how to apologize for, for all of this. But the Bat will go back to working on his own. I promise you that."

#meta.#save.#:'))))