#█ ❀ ; hive city.
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janeissx0x · 2 months ago
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It girls in leopard print 🐆
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months ago
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Prompt 241
Wing au? Wing Au. With perhaps a bit of a twist. Also a hint of eldritchness perhaps. For fun! 
Ghosts have wings. Sure, they aren’t normally seen, not in the visible spectrum, but they do. Scanners pick them up, and sometimes a ghost might even reveal them, which was hypothesized to be some sort of animalistic intimidation attempt. (Something more than one Amity Parker rolled their eyes at)
Everyone had seen them at least once- the motorcycle-driving ghost’s mass of shadowy feathers, the green-haired girls matching shaggy ones, the rocker’s ones that looked like pages of music before bursting into flame. Even the box ghost’s had been spotted- feathers looking more like sheets of cardboard than anything else. 
It wasn’t until the whole kidnapped to the ghost zone that anyone saw Phantom’s, but that was another tale unto itself really. Honestly the arrival of the GIW would have maybe been seen as positive before, but the fact that many of them had looked in the mirror or gone to the doctors only to find feathers beginning to sprout on their back soured it. 
Especially as the GIW continues to prattle on and on about how all ecto-contaminated scum are less than human, less than bacteria. And well, what does that make them? Them, who have been to the realms of the dead and gods and back, touched by the swirling green energy in ways incomprehensible? Changed by that energy? 
So the people silently brush hidden feathers together, quietly rebuff the white-wearing lunatics from the city as best they can, and hope to anything listening that they can stop anyone else from disappearing. That maybe they can find the few no one noticed had been taken before it’s too late, even if they have to tear down the entire government to do it. 
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moonlarked · 8 months ago
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later books kotlc is just shannon thinking of the most fucked up plot points possible and throwing them in a pot and personally I adore it
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iminmypeace · 2 years ago
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wh40kgallery · 9 months ago
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Imperium Nihilus Cityscapes
by Paul Dainton
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synnthamonsugar · 23 days ago
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DESTINYTOBER: Day 17 - Fragmented
Read it on AO3
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In the restricted archives of the Reef Cryptarchy, Adonna plays an audio file extracted from a slain ghost found in a hive ritual site. The recording is static punctuated by indecipherable sounds and mic peaks, terminated by a muffled thump. A low buzz, and then recording ends.
A spectrogram revealed hidden signals in the noise. Filtering it, Adonna hears what she thinks are words, though she doesn't recognize them. A new dialect perhaps?
Adonna skims through the Cryptarchy file on the ghost again. It's designated unpartnered, but she wonders if it has a guardian who never came forward out of grief or guilt. What business would a lone ghost have had that deep in the sublunar tunnels?
She flips to the laboratory analysis. Adonna's not a materials engineer, but she understands the gist of it — the ghost has severe structural abnormalities in the composition of its shell. Whatever trauma it'd suffered had fragmented it on a molecular level, damage so profound it was inconsistent with the laws of physics, let alone any documented conventional or paracausal weaponry.
The key word is documented. Rumors abound that the hive are in possession of words that kill. Tales exist of whole worlds torn apart with vocal weaponry. The stories are regarded as legend, the very concept a crackpot theory. But if there's even a chance of it being true … why wouldn't the Awoken want to find out? They could be at risk of disaster greater than even the Reef Wars. If they figure out how to reverse engineer it, they could have the power to never be at risk again.
Adonna leans back in her chair, and replays the tape. Ur . . . Eir . . . Yûl. She whispers the syllables, and feels her hair stand on end.
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spockvarietyhour · 1 year ago
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Wraith Battle over Earth, "Enemy at the Gate"
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braisedhoney · 1 year ago
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lil cowboy narry shenanigans bc despite everything i love him
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and also this. because he is just such a silly little guy and no amount of power can stop me from picking him up like a potato sack.
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abysscreens · 2 months ago
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kgustin87 · 6 months ago
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Some more khorne worshipers ready for the hive
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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 6 months ago
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Meeting in Hive City by Damir Snajder
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lucyshypemaster · 8 days ago
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saw this edit and most of the comments are agreeing omg...is the world healing?
(cr: @/fitzslover on tiktok)
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nyandreasphotography · 1 month ago
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Moynihan Train Hall (the HIve) - Midtown Manhattan, New York City by Andreas Komodromos
“The Hive,” is one of three permanent art installations at Moyniahn Train Hall. Created by Michael Elmgreen and Ingar Dragset whose work explores the relationship between art, architecture and design, “The Hive" is a set of up to nine-foot-tall models of skyscrapers that hang upside down like stalactites from the ceiling at the 31st Street entrance. (NYTimes, Dec 30, 2020)
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iminmypeace · 2 years ago
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wh40kgallery · 8 months ago
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Hive Primus
by Miguel Mitchell Da Silva
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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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Danny Phantom Crossover
Where Amity has been near abandoned for years, untouched and unaged if not for the destruction from long ago, when (GIW, Ecto-Contamination, the Portal, Whatever or Whoever) demolished it.
Of course nowadays it's long forgotten, a city laid to ruin, slipping from the minds of those that left. Until someone finds it again, and finds a place of forgotten dreams, the living dead, and a towering figure cloaked in red with a large needle-esque weapon to their neck.
"Leave now, while you still can, stranger. You won't find anything here. All that lies in this place are ghosts and broken towers."
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