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i jumped from 1063 words to 6240 pre-editing with this next chapter for the jason fic, someone save me from this, i haven't even gotten to the smut yet

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trying to write a fic chapter while feeling like dying is the worst, but at least me and jason todd are both feeling abandoned by people at the same time 🙂‍↕️

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Second Chances - Jason Todd x Original Female Character

AN: this was a passion project while i was at a very low point mentally and couldn’t churn out my roy fic or any content honestly. I’m getting better and getting back in the swing of things and just wanted to give y’all a snippet of what I’ve been writing behind the scenes as a way to vent! ♥️ pls enjoy

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic will contain; Referenced CSA, Referenced SA, Referenced Drug Use and Alcohol Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Physical Mental and Emotional Abuse, and will add more tags as needed! Please read at your own risk, I will add content warnings at each chapter beginning ♥️

In case you’d like a link to the AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60590161/chapters/154698973

The Iceberg Lounge buzzed with the usual clientele, a mix of Gotham's elite and the city's underbelly mingling in a symphony of whispered conversations and clinking glasses. Jason Todd, ever the observer, scanned the room, his sharp gaze honed by years of living on the edge. His head hung low low, obscuring his features. His eyes sharp, restless, betrayed a simmering tension beneath the surface. He'd come to the Iceberg Lounge seeking a diversion, a break from the endless cycle of violence that consumed his life. He found himself drawn to a woman seated at a table in the corner, her back to him.

She was a vision of elegance amidst the opulence of the lounge. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that held the allure of mystery. Her tanned skin and captivating brown eyes, full of warmth and just a hint of sadness, held Jason's gaze. Something about her, a quiet strength that resonated with his own hardened spirit, captivated him.

He moved through the crowd with an effortless grace that belied the chaos within him, his steps measured, deliberate. As he neared her table, he caught a glimpse of her profile, the delicate curve of her jawline, the way her lips moved as she spoke, and a wave of something unfamiliar washed over him. It wasn't just attraction, though that was undoubtedly present; it was a sense of intrigue, a yearning to unravel the secrets hidden beneath her enigmatic facade.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite her. His voice, a low rumble, carried a hint of a northern accent, a remnant of his former life before the darkness claimed him.

She turned, her eyes meeting his with a spark of curiosity. Her lips curled into a slight smile, a delicate twist of amusement that sent a shiver down Jason's spine.

"You're Jason Todd, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice low and melodic.

He nodded, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And you are?"

"Marcy," she replied, extending a hand towards him.

He took it, her touch sending a jolt through him. Her fingers were cool, yet strong, and he held them a moment longer than necessary, reluctant to release the connection.

"You know a lot about me, Marcy," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Gotham is a small city, Jason," she replied, a knowing glint in her eye. "Word travels fast."

"Tell me, what words have you been hearing about me?" he questioned, his interest piqued. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a casual observer. Her presence exuded an air of confidence, a certain knowledge of the city's dark underbelly that intrigued him.

"Let's just say I have my ways around Gotham’s elite," she said, her eyes meeting his with a hint of challenge.

"And you do it with such elegance," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

She chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent a thrill through him. "I make do with what I have."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the lounge's chatter providing a backdrop to their unspoken exchange. Jason felt a strange sense of ease with her, as though their lives had somehow intersected before, despite the fact that they were strangers. He couldn't help but wonder what drew her to the Iceberg Lounge, a place frequented by the city's most notorious figures.

"You're not exactly a regular here," he commented, breaking the silence.

Marcy's smile faded, replaced by a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Neither are you."

"No," he admitted, "but I'm drawn to the darkness."

"And I, to the light," she countered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That's a curious thing to say for someone who frequents a place like this," he noted, raising an eyebrow.

"I find beauty in the unexpected," she replied, leaning back in her chair, her gaze meeting his. "Perhaps I'm searching for a glimmer of hope in a city that seems to revel in its darkness."

He couldn't help but be drawn to her honesty, her willingness to reveal a vulnerability beneath her enigmatic facade. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, but it only deepened his fascination.

"I think I understand," he said, his voice softer now. "But be careful, Marcy. The darkness has a way of clinging to you."

Her lips curved into a smile, but this time, there was no hint of amusement.

"I know," she said, her voice laced with a quiet strength. "But it doesn't have to consume you."

Their conversation continued, weaving through the intricacies of Gotham's underbelly and their own personal histories. Marcy was surprisingly knowledgeable about the city's criminal underworld, her insights sharper and more nuanced than anyone he'd met before. He felt a growing sense of respect for her, not just for her intelligence and wit, but for the resilience that radiated from her being. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held a secret, a hidden depth that hinted at a past filled with trials and triumphs.

The music shifted, a haunting melody that seemed to echo the darkness that clung to Gotham's heart. Marcy rose to her feet, a graceful movement that defied the gravity of her emotions.

"I should go," she said, her voice a whisper against the throbbing pulse of the music.

"Wait," he said, his voice urgent. He didn't want this encounter to end, not yet. He had a sudden and powerful urge to know more about her, to uncover the mystery that lay beneath her captivating exterior.

"You're curious," she observed, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of her lips.

He nodded, unable to deny the truth. "More than curious."

"I'm not easy to unravel, Jason," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of warning. "But if you're willing to take the risk, I might just let you in."

The night was young, and the city held countless dangers, but Jason knew he had to find a way to see her again. There was something about Marcy, an untamed spirit that mirrored his own, that promised a connection he desperately craved. As he watched her walk away, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a glimmer of light in the darkness of his life.

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Second Chances - Jason Todd x Original Female Character

AN: this was a passion project while i was at a very low point mentally and couldn’t churn out my roy fic or any content honestly. I’m getting better and getting back in the swing of things and just wanted to give y’all a snippet of what I’ve been writing behind the scenes as a way to vent! ♥️ pls enjoy

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic will contain; Referenced CSA, Referenced SA, Referenced Drug Use and Alcohol Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Physical Mental and Emotional Abuse, and will add more tags as needed! Please read at your own risk, I will add content warnings at each chapter beginning ♥️

In case you’d like a link to the AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60590161/chapters/154698973

The Iceberg Lounge buzzed with the usual clientele, a mix of Gotham's elite and the city's underbelly mingling in a symphony of whispered conversations and clinking glasses. Jason Todd, ever the observer, scanned the room, his sharp gaze honed by years of living on the edge. His head hung low low, obscuring his features. His eyes sharp, restless, betrayed a simmering tension beneath the surface. He'd come to the Iceberg Lounge seeking a diversion, a break from the endless cycle of violence that consumed his life. He found himself drawn to a woman seated at a table in the corner, her back to him.

She was a vision of elegance amidst the opulence of the lounge. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that held the allure of mystery. Her tanned skin and captivating brown eyes, full of warmth and just a hint of sadness, held Jason's gaze. Something about her, a quiet strength that resonated with his own hardened spirit, captivated him.

He moved through the crowd with an effortless grace that belied the chaos within him, his steps measured, deliberate. As he neared her table, he caught a glimpse of her profile, the delicate curve of her jawline, the way her lips moved as she spoke, and a wave of something unfamiliar washed over him. It wasn't just attraction, though that was undoubtedly present; it was a sense of intrigue, a yearning to unravel the secrets hidden beneath her enigmatic facade.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite her. His voice, a low rumble, carried a hint of a northern accent, a remnant of his former life before the darkness claimed him.

She turned, her eyes meeting his with a spark of curiosity. Her lips curled into a slight smile, a delicate twist of amusement that sent a shiver down Jason's spine.

"You're Jason Todd, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice low and melodic.

He nodded, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And you are?"

"Marcy," she replied, extending a hand towards him.

He took it, her touch sending a jolt through him. Her fingers were cool, yet strong, and he held them a moment longer than necessary, reluctant to release the connection.

"You know a lot about me, Marcy," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Gotham is a small city, Jason," she replied, a knowing glint in her eye. "Word travels fast."

"Tell me, what words have you been hearing about me?" he questioned, his interest piqued. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a casual observer. Her presence exuded an air of confidence, a certain knowledge of the city's dark underbelly that intrigued him.

"Let's just say I have my ways around Gotham’s elite," she said, her eyes meeting his with a hint of challenge.

"And you do it with such elegance," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

She chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent a thrill through him. "I make do with what I have."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the lounge's chatter providing a backdrop to their unspoken exchange. Jason felt a strange sense of ease with her, as though their lives had somehow intersected before, despite the fact that they were strangers. He couldn't help but wonder what drew her to the Iceberg Lounge, a place frequented by the city's most notorious figures.

"You're not exactly a regular here," he commented, breaking the silence.

Marcy's smile faded, replaced by a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Neither are you."

"No," he admitted, "but I'm drawn to the darkness."

"And I, to the light," she countered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That's a curious thing to say for someone who frequents a place like this," he noted, raising an eyebrow.

"I find beauty in the unexpected," she replied, leaning back in her chair, her gaze meeting his. "Perhaps I'm searching for a glimmer of hope in a city that seems to revel in its darkness."

He couldn't help but be drawn to her honesty, her willingness to reveal a vulnerability beneath her enigmatic facade. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, but it only deepened his fascination.

"I think I understand," he said, his voice softer now. "But be careful, Marcy. The darkness has a way of clinging to you."

Her lips curved into a smile, but this time, there was no hint of amusement.

"I know," she said, her voice laced with a quiet strength. "But it doesn't have to consume you."

Their conversation continued, weaving through the intricacies of Gotham's underbelly and their own personal histories. Marcy was surprisingly knowledgeable about the city's criminal underworld, her insights sharper and more nuanced than anyone he'd met before. He felt a growing sense of respect for her, not just for her intelligence and wit, but for the resilience that radiated from her being. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held a secret, a hidden depth that hinted at a past filled with trials and triumphs.

The music shifted, a haunting melody that seemed to echo the darkness that clung to Gotham's heart. Marcy rose to her feet, a graceful movement that defied the gravity of her emotions.

"I should go," she said, her voice a whisper against the throbbing pulse of the music.

"Wait," he said, his voice urgent. He didn't want this encounter to end, not yet. He had a sudden and powerful urge to know more about her, to uncover the mystery that lay beneath her captivating exterior.

"You're curious," she observed, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of her lips.

He nodded, unable to deny the truth. "More than curious."

"I'm not easy to unravel, Jason," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of warning. "But if you're willing to take the risk, I might just let you in."

The night was young, and the city held countless dangers, but Jason knew he had to find a way to see her again. There was something about Marcy, an untamed spirit that mirrored his own, that promised a connection he desperately craved. As he watched her walk away, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a glimmer of light in the darkness of his life.

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for the anon who asked about my jason header... and here are some extra colors just because :) feel free to use!

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editing the roy fic and (hopefully) posting today!! there will be angst in this chapter, like heavy angst and talk about triggering topics most likely so PLEASE read the tags once its done 🫶🏽 ily all so much and thank you for bearing with me through this long ass hiatus

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im almost done with the next chapter of the roy ficcccc, im actually so excited

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im back to being more mentally stable!! i took that time off and really pushed through a lot of emotions and im feeling better 🥹 thank you to everyone who checked in on me

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im so back (im finally getting settled and writing again)

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moving update: im stuck in a hurricane 🥲 send good vibes pls, im still planning on moving but now its a little later!!

HI EVERYONEEEE!! sorry ive been MIA recently big life update: IM MOVING!! :D

im trying to get my life settled over here before i make my first big move as an adult so ill probably not be active until im squared away, after that we’ll get back on a normal writing and art schedule ♥️ thank y’all for the follows, asks and love on my posts in the meantime!!

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HI EVERYONEEEE!! sorry ive been MIA recently big life update: IM MOVING!! :D

im trying to get my life settled over here before i make my first big move as an adult so ill probably not be active until im squared away, after that we’ll get back on a normal writing and art schedule ♥️ thank y’all for the follows, asks and love on my posts in the meantime!!

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Hiii i just want to ask will you update cam girl chapter 3 soon? I really like your story (cz i barely could find roy haroer story) thank you💖

yes hi sorry ive been neglecting it, i had a super tough time with writing recently but the chapter is coming 🫶🏽

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Scent Headcanons PT. 1 (ft. @darthwheezely ) - X-Men

AN: here’s part 1 of ??? on the X-Men Scentcanons featuring my bestie Phia who helped me pick the fragrances for these guys!! don’t worry, i didn’t forget anyone, im just breaking up the posts so i can have them more easily accessible!

kurt wagner: he smells like incense. like morning mass at a catholic church, smokey but not suffocating. conversely he would smell sweet and inviting, like fresh spun cotton candy and sepia stained memories of circus performances past.

fragrance: myrrh and tonka - jo malone; interlude - amouage

remy lebeau: wet moss. thick, warm, humid. not in a nasty way, just earthy. conversely he would smell like powdered sugar and king cake, maybe a hint of bourbon to wash it all down.

fragrance: by the fireplace - maison margiela; black phantom - killian

scott summers: he smells exactly like his namesake; a summer day. fresh cut grass, clean air, the warmth on your skin and a slight hint of sweat. he smells like the nighttime firework display on a beach with waves crashing in the dark.

fragrance: hero - burberry; sedley - parfum de marly

erik lehnsherr: he smells like rain against a cold, foggy window and a cup of black tea in your lap. like the pages of an old book whose spine has cracked from use and its cover is frayed at the edges.

fragrance: santal 33 - le labo; bibliotheque - byredo

anna-marie lebeau: she smells like spring. crisp honeysuckle and morning dew, waking up to the sun flooding your room with soft morning light and the light breeze through your hair on a mid-day picnic.

fragrance: nectarine blossom and honey - jo malone; sundazed - byredo

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Scent Headcanons PT. 1 (ft. @darthwheezely ) - X-Men

AN: here’s part 1 of ??? on the X-Men Scentcanons featuring my bestie Phia who helped me pick the fragrances for these guys!! don’t worry, i didn’t forget anyone, im just breaking up the posts so i can have them more easily accessible!

kurt wagner: he smells like incense. like morning mass at a catholic church, smokey but not suffocating. conversely he would smell sweet and inviting, like fresh spun cotton candy and sepia stained memories of circus performances past.

fragrance: myrrh and tonka - jo malone; interlude - amouage

remy lebeau: wet moss. thick, warm, humid. not in a nasty way, just earthy. conversely he would smell like powdered sugar and king cake, maybe a hint of bourbon to wash it all down.

fragrance: by the fireplace - maison margiela; black phantom - killian

scott summers: he smells exactly like his namesake; a summer day. fresh cut grass, clean air, the warmth on your skin and a slight hint of sweat. he smells like the nighttime firework display on a beach with waves crashing in the dark.

fragrance: hero - burberry; sedley - parfum de marly

erik lehnsherr: he smells like rain against a cold, foggy window and a cup of black tea in your lap. like the pages of an old book whose spine has cracked from use and its cover is frayed at the edges.

fragrance: santal 33 - le labo; bibliotheque - byredo

anna-marie lebeau: she smells like spring. crisp honeysuckle and morning dew, waking up to the sun flooding your room with soft morning light and the light breeze through your hair on a mid-day picnic.

fragrance: nectarine blossom and honey - jo malone; sundazed - byredo

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little doodle while i cry from kidney pain 🥲🫡

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just here to write a lil thought that popped into my head: grinding on remy’s shoe while he calls you a good pet OR rutting against kurt’s thigh while he’s wearing his priest outfit 🙂‍↕️

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how many of y’all like the ship romy? 👀