#dani gore

[jordanjump-scare]

MILLIONAIRES! <3

[seancexpsychotix]

[trash-yalife]

[clubnate]

[ben-dropdead]

DANI GOREEE

[neurotraum]

Gifs in full quality were too heavy for tumblr but there is something in these compressed you know

video with sound good quality and whatever

[via-the-cryptid]

so we rejoin the story to find the Riddler having a crisis over the fact that Ellie somehow Does Not Know Who Batman Is. Ace is trying to explain it to her, except the Riddler can’t see Ace and is therefore considering the fact that the weird little girl he picked up might have a legitimate mental disorder that’s causing her to hallucinate. however his prevailing theory is that the toxin from the bullet (because of course it’s toxin, why else would it be green?) is messing with her head, so maybe she’ll make more sense once that’s dealt with.

except then he tries to say something about cleaning the wound and trying to get all the green out so she doesn’t get poisoned any further, and she fuckin goes.

“Oh, it’s supposed to be like that.”

“What?”

yeah, so fun fact for you, Eddie: Ellie’s insides are just green sometimes. and she’s not explaining why. there’s a reason, yes, allegedly a very good and normal reason according to her, but she’s not going to tell you what it is.

Lovely.

“Well, will you at least let me clean it?” He asks, not entirely believing that her blood is Supposed To Be A Little Bit Mostly Green. “Infections are a serious business, you know, they’ll eat away at your flesh if you don’t know what to—”

And Ellie just shrugs. “Yeah, whatever. As long as I come out of this with as much flesh as I went in with.”

And what the fuck does she mean by that. Is that an issue for her? Tissue theft? Do people regularly attempt to make off with her flesh? Every word out of this child’s mouth makes him more and more baffled and concerned.

Ellie, of course, is well aware of the fact that sometimes she would go into Vlad’s lab and then leave with less mass than she had before, so it’s quite a valid concern for her. Ellie also does not entirely know what a hospital or infirmary is, and therefore is under the impression that all people-fixing happens in a lab, since that’s how it went with both Vlad and Danny. Ace’s account of experimentation only supports that, although Ace is at least somewhat aware of what a hospital is.

so Eddie takes his newly acquired headache back to his base, grabs the first aid kit, and comes back into the room he left her in to find that yes, her blood is both green and red, and yes, it’s now on his floor. and so is the bullet.

“Can’t leave you alone for five minutes, Jesus Christ,” he mutters, punching the bridge of his nose. Ellie is unsympathetic.

“You were taking too long and I wanted the bullet out.”

Above her, Ace is sighing, though Eddie can’t hear it. “I told you to be careful. You could have waited for tweezers. I know he was bringing them.”

“Yeah, well, my fingers worked, didn’t they? I don’t need his tweezers.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Ceiling ghost.”

“…What?”

“I said what I said. She’s unimpressed by you, by the way.”

“I— what? Why is a ceiling ghost judging me? And for that matter, whose ghost is in my ceiling?!”

“That’s irrelevant! You should work on being someone the ceiling ghost can be proud of, dammit!”

(Eddie is very close to throwing something, but Ace is laughing for the first time since Ellie’s met her, so. Ellie can’t really bring herself to regret antagonizing the question man.)

[inspectorcrayon]

i know it's been days since the reanimator movie's anniversary but that's not gonna stop me. (i got way too ambitious with the pic that's why it took so long to finish) Happy 38 years of Re-Animator ig and it's the spooky season so yeh

DISCLAIMER: If you plan to watch Re-Animator, please check for the trigger warnings! There’s a disturbing scene near the end.

[englandamericaitaly]

My brain decided to abandon my ability to do backgrounds at some point during the month, but I did end up coloring more pieces as a @green-with-envy-phandom-event mod!! I really got possessed by the need to use markers again.

These linearts were done by:

@tsubaki94 @ovytia-art @tsubaki94 @trueratdad @things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark @minnowmarsh

[nerdpoe]

A Jotunn, a Pirate, and a Wraith walk into the DC Universe-(part 3, final)

Part 1, Part 2, Ao3

Jason was shit out of luck.

He was out of bullets, down a leg, Damian had gotten himself knocked unconscious, and they were still completely surrounded.

Jason still nudged the youngest Bat as far behind him as he could.

He'd been the only one close enough when the word that Ra's had finally managed to kidnap Damian had reached him, and was still too late to spare the kid from the League of Assassin's particular version of a warm welcome.

He'd still been the first on scene, and fuck him for admitting it, but Bruce had been right.

He should have waited for backup.

Because he had not only fucked himself, but he'd also screwed over Damian.

The League began to close in.

And Jason had nowhere else to run.

He back was quite literally to a pit, and everywhere else was filled with League Assassins.

Jason forced himself to stand back up.

With one hand braced against the ledge of the pit, he shifted so that his weight was on his unbroken leg.

The blood running down his arm dripped into the Lazarus Pit, he took only a brief moment to watch it mix with the vibrant green.

'If I don't get out of this,' Jason thought as he turned away and back towards their enemies, 'Then at least let me fall in the Pit so I can make the Pay.'

The League Assassins...started taking steps back.

Jason, against his better judgement, turned his head just enough to peek behind him.

Then he turned around so hard he accidentally threw himself to the ground.

There was something rising from the Lazarus Pit.

It...looked like a man, ascending into the air until his feet didn't touch the green Waters he hovered above.

The air, which had had at least a small bit of movement from crossbreezes and rising heat, went completely still, and the scent of blood and ozone polluted the air.

White hair flickered like fire, licking at the air. The man's clawed hands flexed, and his dead dead dead red eyes bore into Jason's soul. His skin was blue, but wasn't that normal?

All corpses had a blue tint to them, after all.

And Jason had seen so fucking many.

The man's clothes appeared to be tactical in nature, or they had been at one point. They were battered, stained, burned. There was a shawl of sorts that clung to him through no visible means, it's ends turning into a wispy mist that shrouded and outlined the man in equal measure.

He floated soundlessly, not even pretending to take any steps as he moved forward, those glowing red eyes completely focused on the buffet of prey in front of him.

Jason could actually hear some of the Assassins attempting to run.

Hell, he could feel the Pit within him cowering.

The man in front of him was fucking dangerous.

Everything about him screamed Pain. Every movement was restrained, like a panther going in for a kill.

Then the man smiled; a cruel thing that Jason had seen on far too many people. The kind of people he hunted, the kind of people he hired, the kind of person he'd become.

And between one blink and the next, the man was working to prove that he could deliver pain and cruelty just as well as he could threaten it, deep, harsh laughter bouncing off of the walls of the cave; even as he was decorating said walls red.

Lightning lit up the cavern, illuminating just how well the new red paintjob on the walls matched the mans eyes, and Jason looked away. He instead used that opportunity to check on Damian.

He ignored the screaming and the begging, the wet noises and charred flesh scents, and came to the satisfactory conclusion that Damian would be alright with medical treatment.

Then, as Jason managed to drag himself yet again into a standing position, it was done. Everything had fallen silent, and the man was standing in front of him with a sneering smile that was all fangs and satisfaction.

"Hey kid," the man said, snapping his blood-covered fingers in Jason's face, "Pay up."

Jason jerked back, almost blacking out as he twisted his broken leg.

"Pay you...with what, motherfucker? I'm broke as shit and I sure as fuck didn't summon you." Jason lied through his teeth when he successfully fought off the light-headedness. He was, like, pretty sure material wealth didn't mean much to Spirits.

Which he was fairly certain was what this was.

Blood, Lazarus Water, intense Desire and Will?

Probably accidentally a summoning.

One Jason absolutely refused to take responsibility for.

"Oh no, you don't get to fuckin' lie to me," the man-spirit-thing rumbled, resting a hand on Jason's chest, "I just did all that work for you, you ungrateful shitstain, I deserve a snack at least."

Then the hand plunged into his chest, and Jason became painfully aware that Damian was absolutely awake when he heard the kid scream his name.

His first name.

Fuck, he was gonna die, wasn't he?

But it didn't hurt. There wasn't even any additional blood, really.

Then the man ripped his arm back, and in his hand he held...a very angry green blob?

Which he then ate.

"Fuck, that's some potent shit. Thanks for the liquor kid; you're too young for it anyways."

With that, the man disappeared entirely.

Jason slid to the ground and largely ignored Damian's desperate pawing at his chest.

What the absolute shit had just happened?

The other half of what the man had said caught up to his brain just as the rest of the family came barging in.

"...But I am old enough to drink!"

[jordanjump-scare]

DANI GORE! <3

[seancexpsychotix]

[trash-yalife]

[aether-weather]

⚠TW FOR GORE AND BODY HORROR!!!!⚠

old ellie wip that i kinda hate bc of the proportions but i like cause of the colors :,)

closeup under the cut!! 👇

[ben-dropdead]

I just wanna live fast Party hard make money be a star!♥︎

[via-the-cryptid]

generally, Ellie’s current mindset as she’s running from the scene of the disaster is ‘oh shit the clown man shot me’. as soon as she drops the hostage somewhere and processes what just happened, however? she’s pissed.

Who does this circus bastard think he is? Ellie may not want to let harm come to innocents, but as a few of you have pointed out, she does not possess the qualms that Danny does regarding murdering her enemies. she was ‘raised’ (in the vaguest sense) by Vlad Masters, and the only reasons she didn’t try to take him out were trauma and concern that his powers and experience outweighed her own. this Freakshow knockoff, however? oh, she can take him, and now, she’s got motivation.

Ace is a bit concerned for her health, but Ellie brushes it off. she’s had plenty of injuries before, and a single bullet isn’t nearly as bad as the portal incident, nor is it as bad as when she was literally falling apart at the seams because her molecular structure was unstable.

she doesn’t mention that last bit to Ace, though. the ghost is already worried enough, so there’s no need to upset her more by mentioning things that are no longer problematic.

regardless, the bullet is still in her side and she would like it to not be, which means it’s unfortunately time for an impromptu surgery. settling down in an abandoned shed near the outskirts of Crime Alley, Ellie steels her nerves and prepares to dig the bullet out of her flesh. she tries intangibility first, tries to see if she can just reach through her body and grab it, but it’s no use. her powers have reset, recalibrated, after the portal mess, and now she’s needed to relearn abilities that were once familiar. back when she was falling apart, it would’ve been easy to turn her body intangible and reach inside, but now? now, she has to do this old-school.

her fingers are just barely into the bloody hole in her side when the Riddler opens the door.