#🦇bat tower 🦇

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Key points:

Blue text means it's a short story or a novel

The bat 🦇 means Konrad is present

The knife 🔪 means Sevatar is present

Many of these cover a vast timeline: I've put them in this order based on the narrator (example: Vulkan speaking about Nostramo just before Istvaan) or the first chapter (Child of Night starts immediately after Nikaea but ends during the HH)

I ignored books where they appear for 1 line only and do nothing important. I also ignored "Lion: son of the Forest" because that thing is actually a warp-thing and not the real Konny.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞

Sigismund: the eternal crusader , by John French (🔪)

Konrad Curze: A lesson in darkness, by Ian St. Martin (🦇) [AUDIODRAMA]

The Abyssal Edge, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

The Dark King, by Graham McNeill (🦇)

Child of Night, by John French (🔪)

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲

Artefact, by Nick Kyme (🦇 mentioned)

The first heretic, by ADB (🦇 short appearance) (🔪 has like 2 lines tho)

Massacre, by ADB

Vulkan lives, by Nick Kyme (🦇)

Savage weapons, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

Prince of crows, by ADB (🦇) (🔪)

The Long night, by ADB (🔪)

Unremembered Empire, by Dan Abnett (🦇 short appearance)

The lightning tower, by Dan Abnett (🦇 mentioned)

A safe and Shadowed place, by Guy Haley

Pharos, by Guy Haley (🦇)

Painted count, by Guy Haley

Angels of Caliban, by Gav Thorpe (🦇)

Ruinstorm, by David Annandale (🦇)

The lost and the Damned, by Guy Haley

The End and the Dead Vol. II, by Dan Abnett

Konrad Curze: The night Haunter, by Guy Haley.(🦇) (🔪)

𝟒𝟎𝐤

Lord of the Night, by Simon Spurrier

Red Tithe, by Robbie Macniven

Soul Hunter, by ADB

Throne of lies, by ADB

Blood Reaver, by ADB

Void Stalker, by ADB

Masters, the bidding, by Matthew Farrer

Nightfall, by Peter Fehervari

Morvenn Vahl: Spear of faith, by Jude Reid

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

Horus Heresy book 2: Massacre (🦇) (🔪)

Horus Heresy book 9: Crusade (🦇) (🔪)

[vorpalfae]

just a lil vamp awakening in my castle every evening to watch lightning strike the tower with all my pet bats⚰️ ˖⁺｡˚⋆🦇🔮🕯️

[athenanfaymont]

I try to sleep, but… Clark Kent: The Only Person Batman Can’t Intimidate 😊👼💗

Bruce Wayne is a force of nature in Gotham. He’s a shadow that towers over his enemies, a man whose very presence sends chills down the spines of criminals, allies, and even the Justice League. The Bat’s glare alone can make grown men quake. He commands fear, and in Gotham, it’s his ultimate weapon.

Yet, there’s one person he simply cannot intimidate: Clark Kent.

🦇 Bruce doesn’t need to hide in the shadows or make people tremble to be effective. He’s the Dark Knight, the embodiment of fear and power. But Superman? He doesn’t need fear. He is a beacon of hope, light, and unwavering positivity in a world full of darkness. And that’s exactly what Bruce can’t stand—because Clark doesn’t need to be intimidating.

When Batman glares at Clark, the Man of Steel just smiles back. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t shrink under Bruce’s intense gaze. He doesn’t even blink. He just looks at Bruce with that calm, steady gaze and says something like, “Bruce, you need sleep. Again.” 😴

It drives Bruce crazy. Because Bruce knows: deep down, Clark is the one person who doesn’t need Batman to be the Dark Knight. Clark sees through the layers of armor, past the angry façade Bruce puts up. He sees Bruce, and somehow, that’s even more unnerving than any threat Batman could ever muster.

Superman doesn’t fear Batman—he cares. And that’s something Bruce is still learning to process. 💔

It’s not the intimidation Bruce craves. It’s the understanding. But don’t tell him that. His ego won’t survive the confession. 😅

[Haining]

[ittybittyvamp]

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 Little Vampire Cookie (me) headcanon's! :3 These headcanon's are me projecting as Vampire Cookie (me). I'm also including Sparkling Cookie! My cg!

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 When regressing, he becomes very clingy and loves to cuddle. His favorite thing in the world is being cradled in Sparkling’s arms. Sparkling will softly rock him back and forth and gently stroke his hair until he falls asleep. Vampire clings onto him like a baby bat. :3

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He's always carrying a stuffie in his arms. Whether he's at home,outside, or asleep, there's always a plushie friend cradled in his arms. It's a source of comfort he never parts with. Every month, Sparkling takes him to the store and lets him pick out a new plushie friend for his collection. :)

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He loves to chew on things. :3 his sleeves,teething toys,chewelry, or just anything he can get between his fangs! However, his sharp teeth often wear down destroy his chewies, so he constantly needs replacements. :(

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 Loves to wear oversized clothes! They make him feel safe and comfortable like a hug. Tight fitting clothing is no. It overwhelms his sensory issues and makes him uncomfortable. He only feels safe in oversized and loose clothing.

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He doesn't like to be left alone when regressed. :( He needs to have Sparkling or Alchemist by his side. He has severe abandonment issues and even being left alone for a few minutes and cause him to spiral and cry :(

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He loves to take naps and snuggle underneath a soft and warm blanket cocoon. He'll curl up into a little ball with a stuffie tucked safely in his arms. When Sparkling joins him, he'll hum, calming melodies, and gently rub his back until he drifts off to sleep.

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He gets nervous using his paci around other people who aren't Sparkling or Alchemist. He fears people are going to look at him weird and judge him :( But Sparkling helps him get more comfortable using it around others, and now he always has his paci in! :D

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He loves to drink from his pink sippy! Especially strawberry milk that's his favorite! And he also loves to eat snacks! His favorites are those little star puffs and purple grapes! He also really loves candies, especially if it's gummy candy he enjoys chewing on them :3

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He's very playful! He loves to stack blocks and make towers. He loves playing pretend with his stuffies. And he really enjoys playing with his sensory toys, especially when he's nervous! He enjoys coloring and doodling little pastel bats in his sketchbooks! Sparkling always gets him new sketchbooks and color pencils, so he never runs out!

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He's very talkative when he's regressed between 4-6! He loves to ramble about bats and his new stuffie and just random things! Sparkling always listens to him even if he doesn't make sense sometimes. When he's regressed 2-3, he mostly just babbles or just says a few words at a time.

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He's a trauma regressor :( and he's very sensitive when regressed. He needs people to talk to him in soft, quiet voices and needs patience. Never yell at him when he's regressed it scares him a lot, and he will cry :(

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He adores having his hair stroked or soft circles rubbed on his back. He'll instantly lean into the touch and let out soft purrs like a sleepy kitten and fall asleep in seconds. ♡

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 When overwhelmed, he usually pain stims. Like scratching himself,picking at his skin, or even hitting himself and pulling out hair. Sparkling buys him little pain stim toys to help him. And he uses them all the time!

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 His hearing is incredibly sensitive. Loud or sudden noises overwhelm him and cause panic. He'll often wear his headphones and listen to music while rocking back and forth. It helps soothe his nervous system.

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He loves to watch cartoons! His go-to comforts are bluey and my little pony! He'll watch them on repeat while snuggled up in a fuzzy blanket and cradling a stuffie. :)

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 Bright lights and harsh environments make him overstimulated and anxious. He much prefers cozy, dimly lit rooms and warm lighting. Sometimes, he'll build himself a soft little blanket fort and call it his bat cave. It's his safest place. :)

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 He stims a lot! Especially when exited or anxious. He's always fidgeting and moving around. It's very difficult for him to sit still. He also has little nervous tics like head twitches/shivers and hell yell things and snap his fingers involuntary. [These are my own tics that i actually have!]

꒰₊‧˚┊🦇 Remember these headcanon's are me projecting as Vampire Cookie (me) :) and I'm making these for myself and my own comfort!

I'll maybe add more to this later one! (Maybe)

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

🍁Midnight Secrets🍁

Not part of Kinktober, so completely sfw!

No warnings that I could think of, maybe a bit of anxiety because of a misunderstanding

Read it here or on Ao3!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍂๋࣭ 🦇⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Phantom has always been a bit wary of Mountain and Aether since being summoned. Sure, they’re kind, but their size and intensity can be… unsettling for someone new to the pack.

Lately, though, things have gotten even weirder. He keeps catching them whispering in hushed tones whenever he enters the room, and they’ve been sneaking off together during the evenings. It’s the looks they give him that are the worst. Whenever they see him, they exchange these knowing glances, like they’re hiding something.

One night, Phantom overhears part of their conversation and nearly jumps out of his skin when he catches Aether saying, “We’ll need something sharp for this. It has to be perfect.” Mountain rumbles in agreement: “Sharp is good. We don’t want it falling apart before we’re done.”

Phantom’s anxiety skyrockets. Sharp? Falling apart? His imagination runs wild-are they planning to do something to him? Are they going to ambush him? He remembers how Mountain’s massive hands could easily crush anything, but he can’t really imagine them being this sinister.

Over the next few days, Phantom can’t shake his suspicions. He keeps catching them making these cryptic comments like, “We’ll need to hide it,” or “It’s not good enough yet, but we’ll finish it soon.” And one day, he stumbles across Mountain’s bag left carelessly on a chair-inside, he sees long, pointed objects wrapped in yarn. Phantom’s eyes widen. Knives? Or worse? The growing dread in his chest is hard to ignore.

They’ve also started closing off one of the towers and locking the door whenever they sneak in there at night. Phantom knows something is up. He tries to convince himself he’s just overthinking it, maybe they’re working on a project? But every time they exchange those glances and drop vague hints about “hiding the evidence” and “covering their tracks,” he can’t help but feel like he’s the target.

Finally, after hearing them whisper about “midnight being the perfect time,” Phantom decides to take matters into his own hands. He’s going to follow them and see what they’re really up to.

That night Phantom quietly follows them up to the old tower. His heart pounds in his chest as he creeps closer to the door. He can hear muffled voices inside, along with soft music and the occasional clatter of… something. Are they sharpening weapons? He swallows hard and presses his ear to the door, catching snippets of their conversation.

“I hope this doesn’t make him uncomfortable,” Aether says softly.

“Yeah,” Mountain replies, his deep voice rumbling through the walls. “It’s going to be a bit snug, but I think he’ll like it once he gets used to it.”

Phantom’s pulse races. Snug? What are they planning to trap him in?!

Gathering his courage, he pushes the door open, ready to confront them. But what he finds is far from the dark ritual or sinister plot he’d imagined.

Inside the tower, Mountain and Aether are seated comfortably by a large, crackling fireplace. They’re surrounded by colorful yarn, knitting needles, and a half-finished sweater lying across Mountain’s lap. The music playing is soft and soothing, casting a warm, peaceful atmosphere over the room. Two mugs of tea seem to have been abandoned on a little table.

Phantom blinks, completely stunned. Mountain is clumsily but carefully knitting what looks like a sweater, his massive hands awkwardly holding the delicate needles. Aether, more practiced, is working on a detailed design-a bat in the center of the otherwise purple sweater.

They both look up at him, startled.

“Phantom?” Mountain says, his eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I—uh…” Phantom stammers, completely thrown off by the sight. “I thought… you were… plotting something?”

Aether chuckles, shaking his head. “Plotting to finish this sweater before it gets too cold outside, maybe.”

Phantom stares, speechless, as Mountain holds up the nearly completed sweater.

“We’ve been working on this for you,” Mountain says with a small grin. “A little welcome gift. We noticed you like bats.”

Phantom feels a mixture of confusion and embarrassment well up inside him.

“Wait… this is what you’ve been whispering about? Knitting?”

Aether nods. “We didn’t want you to find out too soon, so we kept sneaking off to work on it in secret. We thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

Phantom flushes, a wave of relief and amusement washing over him.

“So when you said it needed to be sharp and not fall apart…”

Mountains laugh is rich and deep.

“We were talking about the knitting needles and making sure the seams held together. Knitting can be a bit tricky for big hands.”

Phantom finally starts to relax, realizing how absurd his suspicions had been. The warm glow from the fireplace fills the room with a golden light, casting flickering shadows on the walls as the soft sound of knitting needles clinks in the background. Mountain hands him the nearly finished sweater, and Phantom runs his fingers over the soft material, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You made this… for me?” Phantom asks to confirm, his voice soft.

“We wanted you to feel like part of the group,” Mountain explains, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s getting colder, and we figured you’d need something warm. And the bat’s because, well… we know you love them.”

His heart swells, they noticed what he likes, and they remembered.

And for the rest of the night, Phantom sits with his pack mates, learning how to knit by the light of the fire as the autumn wind whispers outside. The nervous tension he’d carried for days melts away, replaced with a deep sense of belonging and peace.

The sweater wasn’t just a sweater. It was a gesture of acceptance. It meant he isn’t just the new guy anymore. He is part of the pack.

[riverreignwrites]

Wayne Manor, Family Dinner Edition™

Tim Drake x male oc Requested? yes/no Warnings: mention of stabbing Intended reader: Male reader/Female reader Parts: one

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Tim Drake would rather be anywhere else.

Not in a metaphorical sense—literally. Like, stuck in a Penguin warehouse, zip-tied to a chair with a goon monologuing about finger removal? Marginally better. Trapped in a malfunctioning elevator with Red Hood arguing politics and Nightwing singing ABBA? Still better. Because this?

This was Wayne Manor, Family Dinner Edition™.

And Tim Drake was bringing home Adrien.

Six-foot-nothing. Strawberry-blonde hair. Freckles like someone had flicked a paintbrush across his face. Soft eyes. Soft sweaters. Soft voice. A cozy indie game NPC come to life who said things like “I made muffins, do you want to nap on me while they cool?” And somehow, somehow, this sentient marshmallow had been dating Robin for a year and a half.

Six months in, Adrien found the suit. Sat him down, hands gently on Tim’s shoulders, and said, “So, is this a cosplay thing, or should I be deeply concerned?”

Another six months later, Tim had caved and started training him. Adrien couldn’t punch his way out of a wet paper bag back then, but he learned. Slowly. Sweetly. Always smiling, even while getting thrown onto a mat.

And now, another six months had passed.

Which meant—per unspoken Batfamily tradition—Adrien was being introduced.

The manor doors opened.

Adrien, standing beside him in a mustard-colored cardigan and two homemade pies in hand, smiled up at the towering Gothic nightmare of the Wayne estate and said, “Oh my god. It’s like Scooby-Doo meets Cribs. I love it.”

Tim sighed. “Too late to run.”

Adrien leaned in. “Too late to nap on your chest while you pretend to hate it, too.”

Tim’s ears went red.

Dinner began awkwardly.

Dick was overly friendly. Jason was sizing Adrien up like he was a puzzle made of cinnamon rolls. Bruce watched in silence, like a bat-shaped gargoyle. Cassandra gave him an approving nod and then said nothing else. Steph was already three questions in—“Do you bake professionally or just crush souls for fun?”—and Alfred…

Well. Alfred gave Adrien a real smile when he handed him the cherry pie.

But it was Damian who made the real moment.

He stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, gaze locked onto Adrien like a hawk sighting a rabbit. “So,” he said, voice sharp. “You’re the boyfriend.”

Adrien beamed. “Yup.”

“You’re aware my brother is a dangerous, emotionally repressed obsessive with workaholic tendencies and a tragic savior complex?”

“Yup.”

“He’s prone to self-destruction. And he hides injuries like a feral dog hides scraps.”

Adrien nodded. “He does. But I’ve learned how to spot the limp. And I bribe him with lemon cake.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “I will dismember you if you hurt him.”

Tim opened his mouth—Don’t threaten him, Dami——but Adrien was already reaching into the tote bag slung off his shoulder.

“I brought you something.”

Damian blinked as Adrien handed him a small, neatly wrapped pie.

“Tim said you liked honeyed dates,” Adrien said, cheerful. “I used a little cardamom and rosewater, too. It’s a bit floral but not too sweet.”

Everyone stopped.

Dead silence.

Damian stared at the pie. Then at Adrien. Then back at the pie.

“…Acceptable,” he said, and sat down.

Tim stared.

Jason mouthed, What the hell?

Dick looked offended that Damian hadn’t tried to stab anyone.

Steph leaned in and whispered, “He’s the chosen one.”

And Adrien? Adrien just leaned close and said, “Told you I’d be fine.”

Later that night, back in Tim’s room, with the chaos of dinner fading behind them, Adrien curled around him like a warm, cardigan-clad shield.

“You survived,” he murmured into Tim’s hair.

Tim buried his face into Adrien’s chest. “You thrived. Damian smiled at you.”

“Sort of. I think his face just twitched.”

“You gave him pie, Adrien. Homemade pie. You broke the demon wall with baking.”

Adrien kissed the top of Tim’s head. “Imagine what I’ll do when I break out the fudge.”

Tim grumbled something unintelligible. It might’ve been marry me.

Adrien just squeezed him tighter.

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[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

September 26th

I thought never to write in this diary again, but the time has come. When I got home last night Mina had supper ready, and when we had supped she told me of Van Helsing's visit, and of her having given him the two diaries copied out, and of how anxious she has been about me. She showed me in the doctor's letter that all I wrote down was true. It seems to have made a new man of me. It was the doubt as to the reality of the whole thing that knocked me over. I felt impotent, and in the dark, and distrustful. But, now that I know, I am not afraid, even of the Count.

I love you, my good friend Jonathaaan 🎶

I would listen to him go on praising Mina for a day, so I simply nodded and stood silent.

I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, my good friend Jonathaaaaan 🎶

Dr. Seward's Diary. 26 September. — Truly there is no such thing as finality.

Mood.

I had a letter from Arthur, written on Sunday, and from it I gather that he is bearing up wonderfully well. Quincey Morris is with him, and that is much of a help, for he himself is a bubbling well of good spirits.

It’s hard to stay sad when you have your very own cowboy boyfriend (cowboyfriend…?)

"Do you mean to tell me, friend John, that you have no suspicion as to what poor Lucy died of; not after all the hints given, not only by events, but by me?"

Every day this novel feels more like a Professor Layton game

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

I want this embroidered and framed

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

Taking notes, because spiders are typically associated with Renfield. The symbolism here is interesting.

Can you tell me why in the Pampas, ay and elsewhere, there are bats that come at night and open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins; how in some islands of the Western seas there are bats which hang on the trees all day, and those who have seen describe as like giant nuts or pods, and that when the sailors sleep on the deck, because that it is hot, flit down on them, and then—and then in the morning are found dead men, white as even Miss Lucy was?

I need an AU where Van Helsing explored the pampa for his research and took on Quincey as his apprentice.

Professor, let me be your pet student again.

[Spit take]

Ah, you are my favourite pupil still.

Okay then

"You think then that those so small holes in the children's throats were made by the same that made the hole in Miss Lucy?"

"I suppose so." He stood up and said solemnly:—

"Then you are wrong. Oh, would it were so! but alas! no. It is worse, far, far worse."

"In God's name, Professor Van Helsing, what do you mean?" I cried.

He threw himself with a despairing gesture into a chair, and placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands as he spoke:—

"They were made by Miss Lucy!"

"Dr. Van Helsing, are you mad?"

A reasonable question.

"Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like this. Oh, my friend, why, think you, did I go so far round, why take so long to tell you so simple a thing? Was it because I hate you and have hated you all my life? Was it because I wished to give you pain? Was it that I wanted, now so late, revenge for that time when you saved my life, and from a fearful death? Ah no!"

OK can we pause a second and get the full Van Helsing lore please.

I drew near and looked. The coffin was empty.

I was too cold and too sleepy to be keenly observant, and not sleepy enough to betray my trust so altogether I had a dreary, miserable time.

Again, mood.

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[psychics4unet]

Discover Which Animals Represent Each Tarot Card! 🐾✨

Major Arcana

The Fool - Dog 🐕: Loyalty and guidance on new journeys.

The Magician - Eagle 🦅: Vision and manifestation.

The High Priestess - Owl 🦉: Wisdom and intuition.

The Empress - Rabbit 🐇: Fertility and nurturing.

The Emperor - Lion 🦁: Authority and strength.

The Hierophant - Turtle 🐢: Wisdom and guidance.

The Lovers - Dove 🕊️: Love and harmony.

The Chariot - Horse 🐎: Movement and determination.

Strength - Lioness 🦁: Inner strength and courage.

The Hermit - Spider 🕷️: Introspection and weaving one’s path.

Wheel of Fortune - Snake 🐍: Cycles and transformation.

Justice - Owl 🦉: Truth and fairness.

The Hanged Man - Seahorse 🐠: Patience and perspective.

Death - Butterfly 🦋: Transformation and rebirth.

Temperance - Phoenix 🔥: Balance and renewal.

The Devil - Goat 🐐: Temptation and indulgence.

The Tower - Cat 🐈: Sudden change and unpredictability.

The Star - Swan 🦢: Hope and beauty.

The Moon - Wolf 🐺: Intuition and the unconscious.

The Sun - Horse 🐎: Joy and vitality.

Judgment - Phoenix 🔥: Awakening and rebirth.

The World - Elephant 🐘: Completion and unity.

Minor Arcana

Cups (Emotions and Relationships)

Ace of Cups - Dove 🕊️: New love and emotional beginnings.

Two of Cups - Swans 🦢: Partnership and mutual attraction.

Three of Cups - Bees 🐝: Celebration and community.

Four of Cups - Cat 🐈: Contemplation and apathy.

Five of Cups - Crow 🦅: Loss and mourning.

Six of Cups - Child 🧒: Nostalgia and innocence.

Seven of Cups - Chameleon 🦎: Choices and illusions.

Eight of Cups - Wolf 🐺: Departure and searching for deeper meaning.

Nine of Cups - Goldfish 🐠: Contentment and satisfaction.

Ten of Cups - Rainbow 🦄: Happiness and family harmony.

Page of Cups - Fish 🐟: Imagination and new ideas.

Knight of Cups - Horse 🐎: Romance and following one’s heart.

Queen of Cups - Whale 🐋: Compassion and emotional depth.

King of Cups - Dolphin 🐬: Emotional balance and control.

Pentacles (Material and Financial Matters)

Ace of Pentacles - Bull 🐂: New beginnings in finance and stability.

Two of Pentacles - Octopus 🐙: Balance and adaptability.

Three of Pentacles - Beaver 🦫: Teamwork and craftsmanship.

Four of Pentacles - Squirrel 🐿️: Control and holding on to resources.

Five of Pentacles - Fox 🦊: Struggle and financial loss.

Six of Pentacles - Ant 🐜: Generosity and sharing resources.

Seven of Pentacles - Tortoise 🐢: Patience and long-term planning.

Eight of Pentacles - Ant 🐜: Diligence and hard work.

Nine of Pentacles - Peacock 🦚: Abundance and self-sufficiency.

Ten of Pentacles - Elephant 🐘: Legacy and family wealth.

Page of Pentacles - Goat 🐐: New opportunities and study.

Knight of Pentacles - Horse 🐎: Reliability and determination.

Queen of Pentacles - Cow 🐄: Nurturing and practicality.

King of Pentacles - Lion 🦁: Wealth and authority in business.

Swords (Intellect and Conflict)

Ace of Swords - Falcon 🦅: Clarity and new ideas.

Two of Swords - Owl 🦉: Indecision and balance.

Three of Swords - Broken Heart (Heart) 💔: Heartbreak and sorrow.

Four of Swords - Sloth 🦥: Rest and contemplation.

Five of Swords - Fox 🦊: Conflict and defeat.

Six of Swords - Swan 🦢: Transition and moving on.

Seven of Swords - Cheetah 🐆: Strategy and stealth.

Eight of Swords - Deer 🦌: Feeling trapped and helpless.

Nine of Swords - Bat 🦇: Anxiety and nightmares.

Ten of Swords - Vulture 🦅: Betrayal and endings.

Page of Swords - Hawk 🦅: Curiosity and new ideas.

Knight of Swords - Cheetah 🐆: Quick action and determination.

Queen of Swords - Swan 🦢: Independence and clear communication.

King of Swords - Eagle 🦅: Authority and intellectual clarity.

Wands (Creativity and Action)

Ace of Wands - Phoenix 🔥: Inspiration and new beginnings.

Two of Wands - Owl 🦉: Planning and exploration.

Three of Wands - Lion 🦁: Expansion and foresight.

Four of Wands - Horse 🐎: Celebration and harmony.

Five of Wands - Monkey 🐒: Competition and conflict.

Six of Wands - Peacock 🦚: Victory and recognition.

Seven of Wands - Badger 🦡: Defense and standing one’s ground.

Eight of Wands - Swift Falcon 🦅: Quick action and movement.

Nine of Wands - Rhino 🦏: Resilience and perseverance.

Ten of Wands - Donkey 🐴: Burdens and responsibility.

Page of Wands - Fox 🦊: Exploration and adventure.

Knight of Wands - Horse 🐎: Passion and impulsiveness.

Queen of Wands - Cat 🐈: Confidence and warmth.

King of Wands - Lion 🦁: Leadership and vision.

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I’ve been inspired by some other post I saw and i realised I had to do this as a Stephanie brown fan

⚫️Batjokertruther

Joker is the greatest dc villain ever, there is no one scarier, crazier and more dangerous than him. He’s so strong that Batman is the only one that can fight him.

#he has never fought anyone out side of the bat family #every other hero is terrified of him #joker #batman #bruce Wayne #jason Todd #him drake #dick Grayson #damian Wayne #stephanie brown #robin #red hood #batjoke

🟢Batfamfan

🔴Timdrama-lover

Omg Jason Todd is so cruel for beating Tim that time in the titans tower all while Tim literally worshipped Jason

Never meet your heroes I guess

🟢Batfamfan

Drop the fic babe

#i love angst and hurt/no comfort #jason Todd #tim drake #jaytim #batfamily #dick Grayson # Damian Wayne #stephanie brown #roy harper

🦇Batstan757443

Look at them plotting

This is my favourite comic ever

#batfamily #wfa #jason Todd #stephanie brown

🌃Batincorrect-quotes

At the Justice league high quarter:

Barry Allen: hey kid what are you doing here today?

Dick: we needed someone to fill up for Batman and it was my turn

Hal: thank god it’s not the red hood’s turn! He’s crazy!

Barry: haha. Where’s Batman anyway?

Dick: he’s grounded

Hal:

Barry:

#incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #jason Todd #tim drake #damian Wayne #stephanie brown #halbarry

🔴Batstan862926

At a wayne gala:

Bruce talking to a random woman: have you ever met my baby? My seeet innocent child, my lovely baby boy?

Jason, a 6’8 angry man with a scarred face, the worst personality ever and a gun up his ass: hi.

#this happened at least once #it was such a mess #its canon you can’t convince me otherwise #batfamily #bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #jason Todd #tim drake #damian Wayne #stephanie brown

🟡Number1-robinfan

How do you guys tell different robin apart it’s literally so hard like they are all identical, they all look the same.

#its so hard #like i see a panel on Pinterest with no contest and I can’t recognise any of them #i don’t read comics but that’s not what causes the problem #batfamily #dick Grayson #jason Todd #tim drake #damian Wayne #stephanie brown

[yermes]

PAC: 🦇

In my youth on Halloween/ Samhain or whatever you kids called it these days. Me and all my delinquent friends would go out to a grave yard or cemetery and just be doing odd rituals, lighting shit on fire, scream at people passing by, and hit shit with bats. I don’t do that anymore because I am older and wiser and could face actual jail time. So heres some fun suggestions on what to do now that Halloween draws near. As above so below. The way to reach the divine is to look into hell and to acknowledge both primal and divine aspects. ANYWAYS how are we going to legally recognize halloween this year?

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Disappointment 🦇

Five of cups, Mars 1. scorp, Geburah through water

Two in a reading! Both with slightly different meanings. You can to a sobering conclusion. You have been emotionally exhausted and its time to turn a page. This is the motion changing power of destruction. You cannot move backwards the only thing thats for you is whats ahead.

Suggestion: actual fucking therapy, potentially a rage room

The Blasted Tower 🏰

Lord of the Hosts of the Mighty, Peh, Mouth

Damn maybe you should be wild and break shit in the woods. This card wants you to invoke the spirit of war and all the ambition that goes with it. Fall and Halloween is like the death tarot card. Shit changes weather you rock w it or nah. And NOTHING changes lives as fast or as hard as war and violence. The horrors of war and the changes that go with it are terrifying.

Suggestion: maybe make a ritual in support of people in the Middle East/ Ukraine make this a positive halloween.

Ace of disks 🎃

Kether through Earth

At the end of death it is also the start of something new. Weather we like it or not. This is the symbol of a birth or rebirth of some kind. You have a new chance. You need to run with this chance because nothing is worst than to be given a seed and not allow it to grow and prosper. Use the wheat seed. Plant it. And make pretzels for oktober fest. Use this holiday as a new stone to step forward

Suggestion: ritual to cast the first stone. Life is a pond and you can either drown in it or find away to work with it and move across

Five of Cups 🫗

Geburah, Lord of Loss in Pleasure, Mars in Scorpio 1°–10°, Angels Livoyah and Pehilyah

Death or the end of pleasure. Le petit mort BITCH. However, this isn’t an easy end or loss it is shrouded in deceit and trickery. Its a hard end to an even harder trial. Seems like a good time for studying and doing some light shadow work. (But Ideally much shadow work with you hoes)

Suggestion: maybe a light occult read like the passion according to cixious and maybe some shadow work exercises

[grimgrinningghost456]

🦇Husband Shenanigans🦇

Drac: …..shit

*Johnathan, absolutely demolished, having Face planted on the ground below the tower after trying to take flight as a bat for the first time*

Drac: ……..Johnny?

[alyjojo]

Past Life 🪡 Karmic Spread January 2024 - Aquarius

Character Card: The Poet (past), The Pilgrim (present)

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Male, a soft & romantic one that embraced their feminine energy (quietly). Either that’s the same story now, or you’re a woman, I can’t tell. It’s a beautiful energy either way.

Who You Were: 5 Wands rev

What You Did: Knight of Pentacles rev

How It Ended: Strength

What Karma Was Brought With You: The High Priestess

Who You Brought With You: 10 Cups

Additional energy: The Tower rev

Past Life Oracle: Asia & Egypt (past), Celtic (present)

Dreaming Way: Bouquet (past), Anchor, Ship & Tree (present)

Charm:

Racquet 🎾 on Bouquet

Lips 👄 on Strength

Lips 👄 on The Tower rev

Bat 🦇 on The High Priestess

Dress 👗 and Music 🎶 on Celtic

So far your reading has led me down countless historical rabbit holes that don’t give me any answers, it’s a fruitless endeavor, and that’s kind of the whole point to this past life. Everything you did was a fruitless endeavor. Not by choice of course 🙏 Who you were as a person and what you did were two totally different things, you could say you were two totally different people. There may be an lgbtq aspect to this identity, I’m not picking that up specifically, but it would explain the love area, and maybe some of this gender bendy energy.

There is a major lack of historical records that combine Egyptian & Indian cultures even though they were close trade partners and very similar in religion and practice. It was a common occurrence for the two to intermingle, one lives in the other, or in your case works there. You were an Indian man, with an Indian name, it wasn’t “John” and you were a bit intolerant towards white people, because they had a way of waltzing in and taking credit for everything, which made you bitter. You were an archeologist, or some kind of scientist, and what you did specifically, I’m not sure. You never published anything, never spoke your findings out loud, because your life was more of a you vs. the establishment battle, a constant fight for funding, for others to have the same priorities as you and work as a team. You didn’t have that team, or if you did, it disbanded before you could come to any solid conclusions. During the preshuffle I just kept hearing “I have been forgotten”, like you are just wiped from history, and Wiki has a whole list of archeologists that have worked in Egypt specifically, none of them are you. I did find a British woman born in India and heard a clear NO, with the name thing, your name is not John, you are not a woman 😆 The irritation is crystal clear. But you didn’t publish anything either, or maybe you weren’t the lead person I’m not sure - thus got no credit. It burned your ego, which was otherwise healthy. I kept hearing “a white guy took credit”, and with every British archeologist on the list (most of them), I just felt an energy of squirm & disgust. Yeesh 😅

The subject you were studying is the only thing about you I can actually lock down. The Unfinished Obelisk, said to be built by Pharoah Hatshepsut - the longest successful ruling female pharoah, that liked to be depicted in male ways, with a beard, or certain markings, to assert her dominance - that I’ve found anyway. You felt a strong connection to her, possibly identified with her in some way, both of you could toe the line of gender based identities, or maybe it’s a past life within a past life 😆 That would be pretty cool. I spent a lot of time researching her thinking maybe that was where this was going, or I’d find a trail, and kept hearing no, male, Indian, everything I’ve said.

You uncovered something you either never gave to a higher up, the lead boss man, the university or whoever was funding this, etc., or it was just information you kept to yourself due to the fact that you wouldn’t get credit for it. 7 Swords is Aquarius energy after all, very strategic, but along the lines of fairness for you, and either race, titles, hierarchy in “the system”, personal bias for sure, something prevented you from achieving success in the way you wanted to. You stole the sword before someone else did to use it against you. I call this side of Aquarius “going all Darth Vader”, because regardless of loyalty, titles, positions, responsibilities, you’re intelligent, and can smell problems a mile away. And right is right, wrong is wrong, fair is fair - King of Swords. This behavior is probably why you’re an Aqua now, if you weren’t before.

Now for the softer side of you, which was quite dreamy and romantic, head full of fantasies. The Poet falls in love with anyone and everyone, love at first sight may have been a regular thing for you, you were full of inspiration and it didn’t take much to stir your affections. I’m getting this being due to a lack of genuine emotional expression, you didn’t have a partner. I’m not really sensing one, ever. Bouquet with the racket describes one person in particular that either played an Indian racquet sort of game, or you played together, again showing it’s possible this was an lgbtq sort of connection/situation. Because you never ended up with this person, or any, you were very quiet, dreaming, fanciful, obsessed with the idea of love but afraid to take action, ask, even flirt to some degree. I get no energy off of them, you may have just watched from a distance, or this was a friend, they probably never knew that you were madly & obsessively in love with them. You may have been a literal poet, as a hobby. This life is described as Knight of Pentacles rev, there never was any progress, nothing ever became of anything you did, and it burned your soul. You never said word, about love, discoveries, your life, you returned to India after failure and “gave up”, didn’t do anything significant, you didn’t care anymore, and eventually contracted some sort of painful disease, I’m getting this lasted for quite a while, 10 years or so, before it finally took you. If you wrote anything, you tore it up, burned it, got rid of any “evidence” of your feelings, inner nature, confessions, etc.

In this life, you’re already older, The Anchor here shows you’ve already completed your soul mission where *this* life is concerned, which seems to be centered around family trauma or generational healing. Your healing is, you’ve pushed them all away. The circumstances aren’t mentioned specifically, except that you are defensive and have the high moral ground for an argument where you could justify your position on things and *know* you’re right about it - regarding childhood, the past, possibly with a mother or female figure in particular. You could also be someone who does not want children, because you feel like your bloodline is toxic or something, you wouldn’t do that to a child. There’s also a note of possible adoption/abortion that could be being kept secret, only you’d know. Whatever was done was supposed to be done, or has already been done, and it was done in a similar Aquarian way of handling a problem before it’s a problem, stealing swords that could cut you, avoiding Towers before they fall - which is here. That’s a part of you that isn’t as negative as you or others may perceive it to be. You know what you’re up against, and how to handle it, others can either join you or not…I’m getting you’ve left a lot of people behind. A whole family possibly.

Celtic is here, with the dress, music, and I’m seeing bright red flushed cheeks. You could be Irish, and when I say Irish I mean like you go to a St. Patrick’s Day parade and actually belong there, not like the rest of us browner/tan people just having a good time 😆 Ancestral heritage may be very important to you regardless of the specific people in your life. You could listen to Celtic meditation music or dancing could be involved in this too. Your intuition is a gift that you often question but is actually quite powerful, this is saying it only grows with time, but The Pilgrim is exhausted. You’ve done it all, seen it all, escaped or dodged the worst of it, and now you’re at the point you just keep going with no real inspiration, spark, you’re just passing life by with no notice, and The Fool is at the bottom showing it’s time for a new beginning. You’ve done it, you’ve made it, whatever “it” is.

What is The Fool and this new thing: Strength, Justice & 2 Swords

That’s very cryptic, you already know what you need to do, you just know that it’s not going to be easy for you. Strength shows up when it’s required, Justice is finally making a decision that’s kept you in 2 Swords for awhile, unsure of which path to take or what to do. Idk the what, but you can take it as confirmation that whatever it is, YES, it’s what you need to do 💜 If you beat yourself up over family dynamics, did you do the right thing by holding back from this or certain people, the answer is yes. And you’re free to start all over with something else - The Fool, enjoy your life.

[angeloftheodd]

Red velvet lines the black box. 🩸

Bela Lugosi’s dead. 💀

The bats have left the bell tower of Cafe Goth at Gotham, but mentally, I’m here. 🦇🦇🦇

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[orange-dragongirl]

Age regression! Super bat( my pizza tower oc) :3 🦇🧡

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

June 24th

Last night the Count left me early, and locked himself into his own room.

To do lizard things in his lizard fashion no doubt.

The Szgany are quartered somewhere in the castle and are doing work of some kind. I know it, for now and then I hear a far-away muffled sound as of mattock and spade, and, whatever it is, it must be the end of some ruthless villainy.

UH OH.

I had been at the window somewhat less than half an hour, when I saw something coming out of the Count's window. I drew back and watched carefully, and saw the whole man emerge.

See?

✨ LIZARD FASHION ✨

It was a new shock to me to find that he had on the suit of clothes which I had worn whilst travelling here, and slung over his shoulder the terrible bag which I had seen the women take away. There could be no doubt as to his quest, and in my garb, too! This, then, is his new scheme of evil: that he will allow others to see me, as they think, so that he may both leave evidence that I have been seen in the towns or villages posting my own letters, and that any wickedness which he may do shall by the local people be attributed to me.

I DO NOT LIKE THIS I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL

The phantom shapes, which were becoming gradually materialised from the moonbeams, were those of the three ghostly women to whom I was doomed. I fled, and felt somewhat safer in my own room, where there was no moonlight and where the lamp was burning brightly.

Aw, and here I was hoping for a swarm of bats 🥺

I sat down and simply cried.

Understandable have a nice day

As I sat I heard a sound in the courtyard without—the agonised cry of a woman. I rushed to the window, and throwing it up, peered out between the bars. There, indeed, was a woman with dishevelled hair, holding her hands over her heart as one distressed with running. She was leaning against a corner of the gateway. When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace:—

"Monster, give me my child!"

She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion. Finally, she threw herself forward, and, though I could not see her, I could hear the beating of her naked hands against the door.

FUN CHAPTER.

Somewhere high overhead, probably on the tower, I heard the voice of the Count calling in his harsh, metallic whisper. His call seemed to be answered from far and wide by the howling of wolves. Before many minutes had passed a pack of them poured, like a pent-up dam when liberated, through the wide entrance into the courtyard.

There was no cry from the woman, and the howling of the wolves was but short. Before long they streamed away singly, licking their lips.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO —

Also, the implication here is that Dracula did not simply chase the wolves away on that first night, right? He actually made them show up to terrify Jonathan. Lovely.

I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.

Well that sure is an opinion.

What shall I do? what can I do? How can I escape from this dreadful thing of night and gloom and fear?

I DON’T KNOW JONATHAN HOW DOES ONE KILL A LIZARD?????

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