#off (mortis ghost)

[shadowyfigure1207]

This is such a great design, he looks so cool and a bit menacing too.

The painted nails, the knee and arm pads, the whole outfit just combines and goes hand in hand. He also looks a bit older then most batter designs, I think it's cause how realistic/human he looks and him not having just clean and smooth white skin.

the batter

[wavywhiskers]

[l3mmingue]

OH NO HES EMERGING FROM THE PISS WATER

[priestly-prince]

Is this anything?

[c-0f-chaos]

I've been thinking way too much of this

I'm sure I missed some, and there are some that I haven't seen ever but exist

[wonkybuckle]

🥤🐈

[mimeepossum]

I HAVE AN IDEA

[cheesewitch17]

Guys the. The inspo hit again.

I might like OFF btw

[neuroticartist]

Enoch Holiday Icon

Late posting this, but a Christmas icon of Enoch that I made back in December. -- Follow me on social media.  Commission information.

Posted using PostyBirb

[mjfear]

OFF and [ON] again

[kurockaz]

happy

[oyasumikudasai]

I switched from ibis Paint to Clip Studio.

This is a test drawing of Batter.

[midnightmenace]

My etsy is up! It is very bare bones at the moment until I get better understandings of my shop, I apologize if anything is confusing =:]

Currently, I have a dedan plushie for sale, although I'll have more items later, not just Fandom related.

Thank you for your time ^^'

Said dedan plush for sale

[priestly-prince]

First Blood - A Before Batter fic

Spectres haven't appeared for a long time, and the Batter is becoming impatient. It seems his body has its own way of sating his lust for violence. The first appearance of "bad Batter".

Contains: Violence, death, "cannibalism", dismemberment and all around no good stuff.

Fic under the cut

The air was still. The light crash of the nearby shore created a gentle atmosphere, accompanied by the soft winds passing through the buildings. It was perfect. Or at least, it should have been.

The Batter often came up here, to the roofs of Bismark, on days such as this in order to clear his head. To empty his mind of nagging thoughts and clouding doubts. But this time, it wasn't working. For every time he tried to empty his mind, he found it more filled by that which he tried to escape. The constant gnawing of his encroaching hunger.

It was a hunger that couldn't be sated by normal means. It was a need to prey, a need for violence. One that had gone unsatisfied for too long. There hadn't been a spectre attack for months, and the ache that the lack of combat gave him almost felt like starving. A primal drive was growing in him, one that felt as natural and vital to him as breathing. He needed to kill.

Looking down over the edge of the roof, the Batter watched the elsen pass by. He couldn't help but think how easy it would be to pick one of them off. Just one. Acting quickly to sate the bloodlust. But he couldn't. He may not have had a strong set of morals, but one thing that had been made abundantly clear to him was that harming innocents was wrong. He was these people's protector. He couldn't simply bring harm to them.

What if one of them burnt? He entertained the thought for a moment, leaning over the edge as he watched the movement below. If he could just exert enough pressure. Intimidate one just enough. On the outskirts away from the main city, they would be just isolated enough to not get help. It would give him an excuse to...

No.

The Batter shook his head, trying to bring enough reason back into his mind to dismiss the thought. He growled as he rubbed at his temples, his head pounding. The hunger was becoming unbearable, the pain growing into something the likes of which he had never felt. It was miserable, unrelenting. And no matter how much he tried to resist, something inside him gave out.

His head pounded, a pressure building inside until he could swear that it would crack open. His face ached and he could feel his teeth moving, jittering about, too many for his mouth to contain. Twisting and stretching until he could swear his jaw might split. He ran his tongue over his teeth, the row of flat, narrow incisors replaced by jagged pegs. The teeth straightened out, re-ordering themselves as his face pulled out into a snout to accommodate them. Even his tongue seemed to elongate as it ran across the surface of his new teeth.

His eyes felt like they were being compressed, pushed together until they threatened to burst, melding into each other until both pairs joined into two, large, blank eyes, set either side of his large, split jaw. He felt a panic set in, a last brief moment of lucidity and fear at his transformation as his desperation chased away reason. Bringing his hands up to run over his elongated face, he felt that even they had changed. Large, sinewy hands with long, thick fingers, each tipped with a wicked, hooked claw.

His mind ached, empty of all but the hunger. The transformation complete, he was no longer himself. Or maybe he was more like himself than he had ever been. He no longer possessed the capacity to consider it. Opening his new eyes, he looked back out upon the world below. And he saw prey.

Leaping down from the roof, he landed down among a group of elsen, who froze momentarily as he straightened up. He paused to look round at them all, and they all looked so... small. Their surprise quickly turned to fear, their screams piercing the still air as he towered over them. Some of them burnt out immediately, the sudden appearance of such a massive threat too much for them to bear. Others instead froze, their bodies unable to respond. He ignored these, instead turning his attention to the ones that fled. The hunt was just as necessary to sate his hunger as the eventual meal.

The elsen were fast. Their small, nimble legs carrying them quickly as they ran. But the Batter was faster. His pace as quick as it ever was, and his stride far greater than theirs. He caught up to one quickly, snatching it up with one hand. It barely had time to plead for mercy, before his teeth clamped down around his prey. Crunching down a few times before swallowing the elsen whole.

Unsubstantial.

One of the burnt began to stumble towards him, its head engulfed in black smoke, the skin along its arms beginning to harden and crack as the condition consumed it. Not his preferred choice, but he was not coherent enough to refuse the opportunity. Once again, his large, clawed hand reached out to grasp the blackened elsen, squeezing the body in his grip. The burnt skin crackled audibly as it crumbled in his hand, flaking away like charcoal, until the loud crunch of snapping bone could be heard. One bite, the body torn in half. One more, and it was consumed. Burnt, ashy, slightly sweet.

Unsatisfying.

The others had hidden now. No longer a chase but a search. His hearing was sharper. He could see so much clearer now, taste the air, smell their body heat. It wasn't long before he found another, crouched within a pipeway, body pressed up against grating, pleading cries for mercy from a creature that no longer knew the concept. Perhaps he never did.

This one was slower, held tenderly in hands that gently plucked the elsen apart, consumed piece by piece, like pulling grapes from a stem. The sickening wet tearing of each part satisfying some deep urge within him, the final mouthful immediately instilling a sort of peace in him.

He looked back across the streets, empty. The elsen retreated to their homes, or more secure hiding places. A thousand invisible eyes watching him. He turned away towards the shore, seeking to find a safe place. Not that any of the residents could pose a threat to him, but something inside him knew that he couldn't allow himself to be seen once he 'awoke'. Would he even remember what happened? He didn't even have the capacity to consider it, even as he felt his awareness slowly creeping back into his mind.

He would rest, he would sleep, and he could only hope nobody would find him.

[thedailymaskedmerchant]