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Tag Game

Rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same.

I was tagged by @artemisravencourtney and @badbunny139 because my friends like to gang up on me

Yes. I am aware this is a very odd mix

But I am a very odd kind of gal

So there

Idk who to tag ugh. Im gonna just re tag to gang up on more people mwahaha @cruulsummer @lilytimbers @earlastre @relentlesslyoptimisticsblog @scorpioaqua

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I'll just be over here...cherry picking all the good bits

Heehee I love it she's so BAD ASS

Like imagine THAT coming at you. That's fucking terrifying

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56477356/chapters/143520277

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And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for these meddling teen titans and their talking boy who turns into a dog.

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K. I feel better now 😊

no matter what your most embarrassing moment in life is, at least it’s not having fucking chat gpt write fanfic for you bc you’re too lazy to do it yourself

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I have absolutley no hopes for this movie

None at all

Probably won't even watch it until I can look up spoilers so that I know exactly how bad it is and can prepare myself for the heart crushing disappointment of whatever abomination they have created

This is why we write fanfiction

DC cannot be trusted

fingers crossed y'all

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YEEESSSSSSS

Raven having the ability to show people The Horrors is so underutilized

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Energy started to ratchet through Raven's body, her fingertips tingling, power rushing through her veins.

She tried to force it down, to remain calm, but it slipped through her grip. Shadows leaked out around her, darkening the floor as they twisted and stretched.

Gar watched her warily beside him as her breathing started to speed up, his hazel eyes flicking to the dancing shadows around her feet and back up. Her heart pounded in her chest, audible to his sensitive ears, sweat beading up on her skin.

Fear rolled off of her in waves, seeping out of her like a poison and leeching out into the air. His skin prickled, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, his heartbeat picking up tempo as it spilled into him, his own emotions amping up to match.

His mouth opened before he had fully thought through what he was about to do.

“Sooo…” he drawled casually, eyeing her, “…does this count as a first date?”

It took a moment for his words to register.

Raven spun around to face him, her face a mask of shock. The shadows darkening around her stilled, her attention completely redirected, her fear momentarily forgotten.

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“You know, two people, doing an activity together.” Gar gestured innocently between the two of them, one dark green eyebrow arching, and grinned at his success as the horrible feeling building inside of him lessened. “A date!”

“This is not a date!” she hissed.

Victor’s head popped up over the edge of one of the command stations behind them. His mouth dropped open as his eyes landed on the two of them, and he jerked quickly back out of sight before Raven could see him.

“Oh shit, yeah, I probably should have asked first, huh?”

Raven gaped at him.

Gar leaned in towards her, golden eyes twinkling, that insufferably innocent, saccharine smile spreading across his face. Elongated canines flashed against his green skin. “Hey Rae, wanna go out sometime?”

“You—I—No,” she growled, struggling to find words adequate, and to her supreme horror, she felt her cheeks flush.

She turned back to face the doors as he chuckled, the enemies on the other side barely even registering to her, muttering something under her breath, then suddenly stiffened.

She spun back around, her violet eyes practically glowing with indignation. “What did you call me?”

“What, Rae?” Gar's eyes danced with silent laughter. “Well, everyone else was getting cool team nicknames, and I figured you wouldn’t want to be left out.”

“What are you, five? My name is Raven, not Rae, or whatever other stupid—”

“Yeah, I know,” Gar rolled his eyes playfully. “But come on, cool team nicknames! And I like Rae, it sounds…” he scrunched his face as if in serious thought, then grinned. “Fun!”

He beamed at her.

A flicker of something warm danced on her skin, radiating out of him like light.

“So, about that date…”

She stared at him with a mixture of horror and shock, the feeling coming off of him making her entire body feel strange. She snapped her mouth closed, forcefully blocking whatever the emotion was out.

“You’re an idiot,” she said darkly.

“Oh, come on, I'm hilarious.”

Her eyebrows shot down, eyes narrowing, energy prickling at her fingertips as she glared at him. “Don’t make me send you to another dimension.”

Gar laughed, a low, ringing sound that sent another rush of light zinging along her skin. Then he blinked, the grin disappearing, looking at her with sudden apprehension. “Wait—can you do that?”

“Try me.”

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thanks @relentlesslyoptimisticsblog for being the awesomest cheerleader and playing editor with me!

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I love it when his eyes are yellow

Feral!beastboy

Demon and the Beast 😈💚

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Come on Greg

Get with it

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“So—”

Terra leaned back, perched on the desk next to the span of computer monitors. Her straight hair fell behind her shoulders as she twisted her head to the side to glance at Victor. “BB and Rae, what's the deal there?”

“Huh?” Vic looked up distractedly, his metal fingers tapping out sharply against the keyboard as he kept typing.

Terra smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling as she sat up and leaned in towards the computer screen in front of him, and waved a brightly colored lollipop in front of his face.

“Gar and Raven,” she repeated.

“Oh, that.” He dragged his attention off of the complex lines of code crawling across the monitor.

“Yes, that,” she laughed lightly. “He trails after her like a lost puppy, and she's just—” She pulled an exaggeratedly morose face, then rolled her eyes. “And they bicker like an old married couple. Are they like, together, or something?”

“Uh…not exactly…”

Victor sighed, and finally gave up on his work. He rubbed his hands over his face, the metal of the prosthetics scraping faintly across the plates molded to the side of his head.

“So what's the deal?” She popped the candy back into her mouth, watching him curiously.

“He's an idiot, that's what the deal is,” he said with a laugh.

The spot where his spine joined with the artificial skeleton halfway down his back ached softly, and he reached his arms up over his head, trying to stretch out his muscles, his body stiff from sitting at the computer for so long these past few days, trying to figure out what the hell it was that had hit their systems. “And he apparently has a thing for girls that could kill him with nothing but their pinky.”

He shook his head, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face. “And Rae—well, for someone who 'doesn't like him' she sure puts up with a lot—I mean, she'll actually listen to him. At this point I just kind of tune him out.”

He stared up at her, completely deadpan, “Cause I don't know if you've noticed—but his jokes really aren't that funny.”

Terra giggled, the bright sound filling the computer room.

Vic twisted his chair towards her, bracing his forearm on top of the desk, her slim, bare legs dangling off the side in front of him, hiking boots swinging gently back and forth. “Why the sudden interest?” he teased. The mechanical half of his face clicked softly, the complex mechanisms mirroring the movements and expressions of his original features, his dark skin warped and puckered where it met the edges of the metal. “Please don't tell me you've got a crush on the little Green-Bean too.”

“What?” she scoffed. “No—”

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WIP Tag Game

I've been tagged by the beautiful @badbunny139, who asked that I share sentences of my WIPs starting with letters from the word:

🐺 G R O W L 🐺

Rules: You are given a word and you post a paragraph/snippet from your WIP(s) starting with each letter of the word.

(fyi these are almost definitely not gonna be the final draft, but take them as they currently are anyway! there's just so much wip to choose from i literally scrolled and picked a random point bc actually choosing would've been too stressful.)

G:

"Garfield!" Steve staggered forward, jaw smarting where his palm flattened into the red. "We are not done here!" There wasn't even a stall in the changeling's stride. "Yeah. I think we are," he tossed back like some limp, raw thing, discarded to the tile. Steve's gut grew tight, a fury lighting up the vessels of his blood. "BEAST BOY!" The last ditch. The soldier trigger. It sliced out of him, corrosive in his throat. But Beast Boy was out the door, and so was Garfield.

R:

Raven was almost burning with rage by the time she reached Ops--which was before Garfield, because when you're fully clothed and can teleport, you're supposed to show up before the fully clothed man who cannot teleport. The fact he had to think of Mother Mae Eye in a bikini eight times for his boner to reside needn't come into it. "Uh. You good, Rae?" Vic chanced, taking her in just as the final titan descended the stairs behind her. She pinched her lips. "I was just... at a good part of my book." That last presence sauntered his way to the group and parked himself far too close, far too happily, with a tilt towards her when their friends observed the monitor screen. "Yeah?" he whispered, agitatingly pleased. "How good?"

O:

One of the three lurched forward, a stubby finger prodded out. "What are you doing?!" Melvin groaned and shoved at her brother. "They're kissing, idiot!" His whole body seized and face scrunched up. "Ew! Why?!" Raven looked seconds away from murder. Gar chuckled awkwardly, soothing a warm hand across her waist. "'Cuz, she's my girlfriend?..." Timmy baulked. Again. "I never want a girlfriend! Girls are gross!" Melvin sputtered. "Hey!" "They are!" "Says the one who picks his nose!" "Well this is romantic..." Raven sighed.

W:

"What... do you want to know?" God, where should he start? Raven felt like someone who had a million doors wedged shut, even to herself. He hesitated, shifted across the cold grit of the rooftop, and looked at her. "Well... I don't even know much about who you were growing up." He swore a cloud came over her eyes, a stillness over her chest. "There wasn't much of a person there," was what she settled with, though he sensed the falter. The wedge, knocked. "I don't believe that," Gar said. The resolve in it silenced her for many moments, curled her knuckles in. "... Tell me about Azarath."

L:

Larry sighed. "He wasn't always like this. 'Fraid Gar only got the bad Mento, though." She imagined that, beneath his wrappings, his lips were pursed. His eyes were grave. He offered a small half-shrug to take off the edge. "Still, better than what he had before." Raven eyed him. "Before?" "Before he found us." She didn't waver in her stare, examining his face. Her reply was spoken slowly. Tentatively. "You mean... his parents?" she asked. "I mean Galtry." Larry caught the way her spine straightened, the way her head angled one way and brows threaded together. "Who?" A moment was trapped in a tight snag between them, only breaking when he faintly shifted on the bench. For some reason, Raven imagined that, beneath his wrappings, he'd just let out a curse. "... I don't think I shouldda said that."

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i don't wanna leave anyone out so if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!!

Your word shall be:

T R I A L

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Ever wanted a BBRae rockband AU with guitarist!Gar and manager!Raven, that's ~200k words long, completed, and now has an epilogue? You're in luck, babe.

Rock band AU. Now in his mid-20’s, Gar Logan dreams of being a rock star but his high school garage band has yet to play a gig outside of Jump City. One night, a stranger offers him a chance to prove his worth. Can they keep things professional, or will their attraction spark something more? Slow burn BBRae. Mild language/adult themes. Epilogue published February 2025.

Read “Nevermore Records” on FF.net | AO3

Go straight to the epilogue on FF.net | AO3

More of this story's content here.

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How it feels to mess with scam artists who ask you to pay them thousands of dollars to draw artwork of a fic you wrote for free

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WIP Tag Game

I have been tagged by the lovely @badbunny139 to share sentences of my WIPs starting with letters from the word: 🐺 G R O W L 🐺

All of these snippets come from the epilogue of "Nevermore Records", which I am hoping to publish in the very, very near future. 🤞 I'll leave the excerpts under the cut.

I tag @the-lighthouse-lit and @themoonlitsojourner, and your word is: 🐺 T A I L 🐺. (I have no idea if you two are still writing, but if you are, go for it!)

Gar couldn’t help himself from interjecting, “We’re going international?!”

“Technically, we already have,” Dick answered. “Or have you forgotten Toronto and Vancouver, Mr. Stagedive?”

The band launched into reminiscing over their eventful debut tour a year ago, bringing up old jokes and basking in nostalgia. Raven cleared her throat aggressively to get them back on track.

“Speaking of Canadian forays, you’ve been shortlisted to headline Day 2 of the Osheaga Music Festival in Montreal this summer.”

While Gar and Kory squealed in delight, Victor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Is that going to conflict with the bachelor party?”

Raven had offered to edit his speech several times in the previous week, but Garfield remained cagey.

“Nah, it’s okay. It is what it is at this point. If I keep re-reading my notes, I’m gonna throw up.”

For a man who normally thrived in the spotlight, Raven knew that Garfield was putting far too much pressure on himself if he was feeling this way. She moved her hand to his face and cupped it gently, scratching the barest hints of stubble affectionately.

“Got your lucky charm?”

Onstage, Honey and the Bees forwent their ska punk sound to perform covers of jazz standards and romantic ballads. 

L is for the way you look at me

O is for the only one I see

V is very, very extraordinary

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

When Gar saw Raven’s eyes twinkle with interest, he went off path and pulled her with him, leading them to sit on a large rock that was perched up against the water. 

“All we need is a rowboat, a talking hermit crab and a chorus of waterbirds, and we’d be all set,” Gar said, swinging an arm around Raven’s shoulders.

“Is that your way of saying that you’d like my voice stolen by a sea witch as well?” was Raven’s blithe reply.

“Living with you hasn’t been a picnic for me either, you know. You’re always working, and you say you’ll clean up after I cook, but you leave pans to ‘soak’ for days at a time. And you used my special Japanese chef’s knife to open mail of all things!”

Raven snorted lightly. “Well if that’s how you really feel, then why bring up marriage?”

“Because I love you, duh!” Gar exclaimed, squeezing Raven’s hands right back.

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The Luckiest Girl in the World

God I haven't' drawn these two in like 20 years. I missed them.

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They Have AO3?!?

So apparently AO3 is cannonical to the DC universe, in which it is called Tales of our own or TO3!

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WIP Tag Game

I have been tagged by my friend. My friend who is evil. @katscythe has asked that I share sentences of my WIPs starting with letters from the word:

🐺 F A N G 🐺

Rules: You are given a word and you post a paragraph/snippet from your WIP(s) starting with each letter of the word.

So, here are some snippets from my BBRae Week 2024 stuff that're still not done!

F:

Fortunately for those opposed to the idea, Dick had managed to find some fancier camping accommodations. Their tents were more like fancy igloos with walls and electricity and there was no way for bugs or critters to sneak in. Vic’s tent even had room for his portable charging station, complete with solar panel attachment, for easy recharge.

A:

Ah, yes. The Lord and Lady Logan, two of the most talked about guests at the Queen’s ball. Formerly Garfield Logan adopted son to the Duke Steven Dayton, and his wife, the Duchess Rita Dayton. And his wife, Raven Logan. Formerly Lady Raven Roth, daughter of Count Tristan Roth and Arella Roth.

N:

“NOOOOO!!!! WHY ARE THERE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS WHERE THE HALLOWEEN STUFF SHOULD BE?!?!?”

G:

Gar reached and met her lips once more, desperate to feel that connection with Raven again. What started out sweet and simple very quickly became heated and needy. His hands were all over her back and in her hair, while her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, feeling every muscle.

There you have it folks! Two of these snippets are from the same fic, while the other two are not! Grand prize goes to whoever gets it right! (I have no prize to give; I own nothing!) Some of these may be edited, so don't get too attached.

I tag @lilytimbers @earlastre and @scorpioaqua

Your word shall be

🐺 G R O W L 🐺