#Onyxx's writing

[onyxxjin]

Elision | Part 1

Arriving at Wayne Manor after a long night, Alfred brings something strange to Bruce’s attention: an invitation, a message, for the almighty Batman.

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Elision (Oc)

Words: 2,100~

Alfred patiently waited beside the hydraulics turntable for the two permanent residents to return from their night patrol together as father and son. As the months passed, they slowly began to get along better than they did at their first meeting. Master Damian became slightly easier to deal with, though his manners and brash social skills still needed work, as he told master Bruce repeatedly. Looking down at his watch, he hummed idly, hearing the mechanical sound of the ramp door opening, accompanied by the revving of the batmobile’s engine.

As the sleek car stopped, Alfred circled the front of the car, watching as the red-tinted dome slid open to allow both passengers to exit the vehicle. Pulling off his hood, Bruce turned his attention to the butler.

“Alfred.”

“Master Bruce, something requires your attention on your computer.” He gestured a hand towards the desk and chair sitting and awaiting his return. Alfred trailed behind Bruce as he strode towards the massive display mounted on the wall. 

“I discovered it earlier while you two were out.”

Damian already stood opposite him and Alfred, waiting for Bruce to read before inserting his opinion.

His brows furrowed as he shifted his gaze up to the screen. Across the entire monitor lay a pop-up window with simple text and an attachment at the bottom.

“Hello, Batman. You don’t know me, but I know you, Mr. Wayne. I offer no threat to you or your secret identity, but the mere knowledge of me knowing your name makes this message compelling, doesn’t it? When we meet, I have a proposal to offer you. I hope you can dance. -E”

“This message is encrypted?” Bruce turned to glance at Alfred, who nodded.

“Yes. Not a single trail to follow back to. Brilliant if I say so myself.”

The man hummed, reading over the words again as he sat down, opening the attachment “E” included. 

“An invitation?” Confusion contorted Damian’s tone, his mind stalling at the idea.

“To a masquerade ball,” Bruce explained.

“It could be a trap.” Damian gestured to the letter, looking at his father, who still stared at the words, “You aren’t possibly thinking about going, are you? They could expose you, father.”

“If they wanted to expose me, they would have done it already. I have many enemies, Damian, but I don’t think this person is one of them.” Copying the message and putting it into a new file labeled simply “E,” he closed the window and stood up, turning back toward Alfred.

“What will you do, Master Bruce?”

“Have my Italian suit cleaned and pressed by Friday,” He chuckled and smiled, “I have a ball to attend.”

4 Days later | Saturday, 6:26pm

Placing a hand over his stomach, Bruce ducked his head down as he slid out of the limousine. The door closed behind him with a low thud as he strode toward the mansion’s entrance, braving the stairs to the gilded doors. The sound of bustling conversation emanated from inside, leaking out and into the brisk night air. His fingertips grazed the matte black mask he chose for the evening that shielded the right half of his face, leaving the left side of his jaw exposed. 

Giving his name at the door, they let him through without a hitch. The wide, rounded steps from the door led to the marble-floored foyer, a red carpet cut across the white floor like a trail of blood leading his eyes to the winding dual staircases. Accepting the glass pushed into his hand, it took him longer than expected to feel the slip of paper in his palm. 

Taking a drink from the glass, he opened the paper, “Ten ‘o clock. -E” he turned his head to the left, sweeping his eyes across the open floor, picking through the people grouped together. His eyes flicked upward, and he noticed a figure turn to walk away from the balcony railing, disappearing out of his line of sight.

Shoving the slip into his pocket and placing the champagne glass onto one of the passing trays, he gracefully made his way past the guests and toward the staircase, raising a hand and laughing to avoid useless conversation. Ascending the granite staircase, his hand slid across the railing while his eyes scanned the area to his left. The main populace consisted of men and women whispering to one another, gossiping, and flirting their way into one another's expansive wallets. Roaming the halls, he looked for someone he didn’t even have the name of, making this all stranger.

“Bruce Wayne?” 

He perked up, revitalizing his mask of Bruce Wayne as a man approached him, wearing a simple black mask that rested over his nose.

“How could you tell?” He smiled, sticking out his right hand for the man to take.

“It’s not difficult to pick you out from a crowd, I’m a massive fan of your work, and I heard you would be here.” The man beamed at him, eyes shining with excitement and curiosity as they shook hands firmly. He smiled in return, though part of his mind groaned. Was this E? The mystery person who bypassed his firewalls to leave a message was a fanboy who wanted to spew about his fixation over his company? No. Someone like this couldn’t pull that off. The conversation droned on all the while Bruce gave half-hearted responses to the poor man, nodding and laughing at the appropriate times as their social standards dictate.

“Gentlemen, apologies. I was hoping to whisk this one away if that’s alright with you?” A voice came from their right: a woman in a black mask approached them. Her orange hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her lips colored a poppy red. While most women at the ball tonight wore red or gold, she dawned a simple black, single off-the-shoulder dress with a high slit. Bruce turned toward the woman fully as her hand slipped into his, silently beckoning him to follow. Bruce didn’t even remember the man’s name as he stuttered along the lines of “yes, of course, nice to meet you.” 

Pulling him down another hallway, the woman let go of his hand, allowing him to walk beside her. Observing the woman, he noticed how quickly the innocent, charming act melted away. It made a chill run down his spine, and he wondered if this was the same sensation people experienced around him.

“You’re E?” He questioned lowly, looking down at the woman beside him as they walked. Disbelief slipped further into his voice than he meant, the woman rendering him unable to school his tone.

“I am. Why? Surprised a woman pulled all that off?” She grinned up at him. The stunned look plastered on his face made her laugh, “I’m joking,” She assured, “let’s talk somewhere quiet. Too many eyes.” “And ears.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Exactly.”

Navigating the mansion seemed like child’s play to the woman, turning corners without hesitation.

“You seem to know the place well.” He noted, taking long strides to keep up with the swift lady.

She chuckled, “Blueprints.” flashing a toothy grin over her shoulder at the man. She disappeared behind another corner, and Bruce followed her into an open floor kitchen with two elevators tucked into the wall: Staff elevators. She stood back from the doors with her arms crossed, the button with the arrow pointing up already glowing. 

The sound of footsteps disturbed their silence, alerting them both to the notion that they weren’t alone. The woman’s eyes shined with an idea, grabbing the man’s arm. 

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Surprise lit up the features not hidden behind his mask.

Without giving him the time to react, she pulled him in by his silk tie, their lips crashing together forcefully. He let out a startled groan into the kiss, lifting the woman up and onto the kitchen island as he recognized her plan. He hooked a hand under her knee, lifting her leg against his flank while placing the other against her hip. Her hands raised to his hair, messing with it quickly before resting her arms around his neck loosely, one of her hands still tangled in his hair.

“Hey!” 

The woman gasped in feigned surprise, breaking the kiss and staring wide-eyed at the staff member who supposedly caught them in the act.

“You two can’t be back here.” 

A cheeky, lipstick-stained grin appeared on Bruce’s face, letting out a charming chuckle, “We’re sorry, got a bit carried away, is all.” The woman giggled along, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

The worker cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable witnessing the scene before him. He waved a hand dismissively.

“It’s fine, just…don’t wander off, please.” The employee quickly sped off, flustered. They stood still for a few moments longer, making sure they were alone again before getting up. 

The woman reached up, swiping her thumb across his lip with an amused chuckle, “That shade looks better on you than me.”

“Maybe I’ll pick it up once we’re done here.” He dragged the back of his hand against his lips while he stepped back, letting her off the countertop. She snickered as she watched him fix his hair, turning back towards the elevator as it chimed, the doors opening shortly after.

The two stepped inside the metal box, ensuring no other staff spotted them as the doors closed. The woman pressed a knuckle against the button that led to the roof and stepped back, pulling the masquerade mask off her face. He didn’t notice himself staring until she turned her head to look back at him, her brows raised and another amused grin across her face.

“What? Like something you see?”

“I’m not sure yet. Still looking.” He replied with a smirk, pulling off his mask and placing it into his jacket for safekeeping.

The elevator slowed to a stop, a ding catching their attention as its doors opened for the two to exit into the cool night air. A pool reflected blue light across the rooftop, illuminating the two as they walked. 

“Is there anything else I can call you besides E?” A chuckle rose from his chest as he spoke, idly resting his hands in his pockets. 

“Elision.”

“‘To omit,’ interesting.” 

“It’s not as interesting when you’re the one removing things. Or people.” 

His brows knit together, turning his head to look at the woman.

“Who gave you that name?” 

She chuckled darkly, “Now you’re asking the right questions.” She paused, stepping to the railing bordering the roof, “Do you know who owns this mansion?” She tilted her head to look at the man as he settled beside her. It only took him a moment to mull over the question.

“Seth Weeks. Politician. City Council member.” 

“Now, what if I told you that near the border of Gotham, underground, there’s a facility that trains and experiments on children to create soldiers?” Any sign of a smile or amusement disappeared from her face as she stared up at him, her eyes searching for any sign of what thoughts raced through his head.

He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, “I would know.”

She shook her head, “No, you wouldn’t. This goes deeper than you. This government corruption goes further than what you’ve broken down.”

“I would notice hundreds of children going missing, Elision.”

“They aren’t born in Gotham and kidnapped, Bruce.” She leaned against the railing, tilting her head to look at him.

The silence stretched over the next several moments. Bruce’s brows furrowed together in thought, his eyes wandering around as he pieced together the puzzle she set out for him.

“...They’re born underground.” 

The woman clicked her tongue, nodding, “Now you’re catching on.”

“Where does Seth fit into this?” “Funding. Weeks visits the facility twice a month to ‘make sure his money is being used properly.’” A bitter frown pulled at her face, the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth. 

“I’ll need to see this facility.” He reached into his jacket to retrieve something, casting his gaze to meet hers.

She whirled towards him, eyes wide as she stared at him, astonished. 

“That means you’ll help?” Those four words decided for him, setting it in stone. This was why he put on the mask, to see the hope in the eyes of people like her. Pulling a card out of his pocket, he held it out for her, a contact card, but not for Wayne Enterprises, for Bruce himself.

“Yes.”

[midniiights-garden]

Formal Intro!! <3

Since I'm starting to become more active on this blog I decided to make a formal introduction post so that y'all know who I am and how to address me :))

Name/s: Onyxx or Midnight, I'll respond to either.

Pronouns: They/Them

Sexuality: Queer??? idk tbh but ✨W O M E N✨, Asexual (not sex repulsed)

Age: 18

Triggers/Things I will not write about!!: Child abuse/Predatory behaviours, Incest, Pedophilia, Hardcore degredation, Non-con

If you plan on asking me to write any of the above please just flat out do not request. I am not going to waste my time reading any of the things above and you will promptly be blocked if you try anyways.

I am, however, ok with the majority of dark stuff as long as there is a happy ending, I don't like sad stuff I'm a cry baby.

Interests!!! - Blue Eye Samurai (Mizu ❣️❣️❣️), Honkai: Star rail, Identity V, Reverse: 1999

I'm also Filipino!! I can speak German, French and obviously English, but I only write fanfictions in English. I also cater towards WLW viewers and non-binary and women readers. And no, no I do not have any intent to changing this, I simply feel uncomfortable writing with a male reader and I'm sure I wouldn't do it as well as some of the other authors on this platform.

I'm pretty friendly, so feel free to enter DMs or comments if you'd like!! Thanks for reading <3

[celestialking]

hiii onyxx, haven’t been on here nor do i use tumblr anymore and about to delete it, im just wishing you a farewell and hope the best comes to you during life. keep writing and i believe in you onyx. it’s been a pleasure being with you account since almost day one if not day one, i’ve enjoyed reading your writing and i’ve enjoyed meeting you in general :)

i wish you the best!

- punzy/kyle

I'm wishing you the best in everything. It's been a great time :)

[ulkaralakbarova]

Tensions rise when the trailblazing Mother of the Blues and her band gather at a Chicago recording studio in 1927. Adapted from August Wilson’s play. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Ma Rainey: Viola Davis Levee: Chadwick Boseman Cutler: Colman Domingo Toledo: Glynn Turman Slow Drag: Michael Potts Irvin: Jeremy Shamos Sturdyvant: Jonny Coyne Dussie Mae: Taylour Paige Sylvester: Dusan Brown Policeman: Joshua Harto Band Singer: Quinn VanAntwerp Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Chloe Davis Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Mayte Natalio Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Johanna Elmina Moise Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Onyxx Noel Ma Rainey’s Dancer: LaWanda Hopkins Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Sierra Stewart Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Malaiyka Reid Ma Rainey’s Dancer: Catherine Foster Laborer (uncredited): Antonio Fierro Chicago Worker (uncredited): Daniel Johnson Film Crew: Director: George C. Wolfe Producer: Denzel Washington Original Music Composer: Branford Marsalis Production Design: Mark Ricker Producer: Dany Wolf Executive Producer: Constanza Romero Costume Designer: Ann Roth Producer: Todd Black Editor: Andrew Mondshein Director of Photography: Tobias A. Schliessler Casting: Avy Kaufman First Assistant Director: Michele Ziegler Second Assistant Director: Xanthus Valan Stunt Coordinator: Chuck Jeffreys Art Direction: James F. Truesdale Set Designer: Travis Kerr Assistant Art Director: Wes Hottman Set Decoration: Karen O’Hara Set Buyer: Paul Bucciarelli Set Decoration: Diana Stoughton Set Decorating Coordinator: Darlene Salinas Script Supervisor: Megan Graham Makeup Department Head: Matiki Anoff Makeup Artist: Sergio Lopez-Rivera Makeup Artist: Sian Richards Makeup Artist: Carl Fullerton Makeup Supervisor: Debi Young Supervising Sound Editor: Skip Lievsay Screenplay: Ruben Santiago-Hudson Prosthetics: Gary Archer Makeup Artist: Rachel Geary Makeup Artist: Bethany Montecalvo Makeup Artist: Bethany Townes Makeup Artist: Jai Williams Supervising Sound Editor: Paul Urmson Theatre Play: August Wilson Visual Effects: John Allegretti Movie Reviews: Manuel São Bento: If you enjoy reading my Spoiler-Free reviews, please follow my blog @ https://www.msbreviews.com Usually, at the end of each year, I prepare my watchlist for the next twelve months. Obviously, no matter how many movies I add to the list, I know dozens of more films will be announced and released throughout the year. Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom is one of them. I didn’t know a thing about this flick, but it received the always interesting awards buzz, which turned it into a mandatory viewing before Christmas comes around. I went in knowing only one thing: this is Chadwick Boseman’s (Black Panther, Avengers: Infinity War) last appearance after he passed away a few months ago. I really didn’t know what to expect from this Netflix’s Oscar-bait, but I was afraid that Boseman’s nomination chances were high only due to what happened in real-life instead of him truly deserving that recognition… Well, I can safely and confidently write that Boseman delivers his career-best interpretation, and it wouldn’t be unfair for him to get tons of awards posthumously. From an impeccable accent to his mind-blowing emotional range, passing through long monologues and uncut takes effortlessly, Boseman is the strong glue that holds everything in place. What seems, at first, a hangout movie (narrative without a clear central plot) turns into a character-study. Levee wants to follow his dreams, do what he does best in his own conditions and with his personal interpretation of music and soul. Boseman incorporates this character seamlessly, delivering a memorable performance that I hope will be remembered as a worthy Oscar winner if this situation ends up becoming true. Even though Boseman is the actor that shines brighter, every single one is absolutely outstanding. Viola Davis shares the main spotlight with him by representing the (real-life) iconic blues singer, Ma Rainey. To be completely honest, I didn’t know who this singer was nor how she impacted soul music. Ruben Santiago-Hudson first feature-film sc...

[criminalmutantsins]

Thoughts on S4 so Far? + Mine

I have this weird relationship with S4. The writing has improved and I’m glad that the original characters are getting attention, but this season still feels somewhat off to me.

I guess I’m still apprehensive about how the show is handling the characters. More of them are being added like M’gann’s sister and Onyxx when we already have so many more characters that were added on the previous two seasons. The show still feels congested.

Another thing that might be bothering me is Greg Weissman saying that there can be 3 more seasons for the show and that the characters’ stories never end. I really like Young Justice but I don’t think it needs 3 more seasons. The story, plot twists, and characters will get bland at some point like the ‘find the traitor’ plot point. I’m glad the writers didn’t keep this idea going on for the whole season but the trope is kind of stale right now since it’s been used so many times.

Maybe I’m nervous to love this season because of the underlying issues still being around.

Feel free to mention your thoughts.

[amnxsia]

Mochi!! When I first saw you/started talking to you I just thought you were so sweet like a rice cake, I also like any names with "x" in them so I was like 👁 friend and I think ur adorable n cute n kind <3🦇

RJKFHJRGNHJG

thank u so much onyxx your so sweet ilyyyy

i think your a big brain human being who deserves miche, and zeke!! and your writing continues to blow me away cause you’re so good at it ughhhh ilysm :’))

and you’re also turning me into a zeke fucker, and MAYBE a miche fucker jhdfjkkjfd

[balanced-shadows]

one / ( alias / name ) : Onyxx (Ps4 related...) or Tay

two / ( birthday ) : September 26....

three / ( zodiac sign ) : Libra

four / ( height ) : 5'8 or 5'9

five / ( hobbies ) : Drawing, Cooking, writing, video games, journaling, and thinking to myself. (Usually not a people person... believe it or not.)

six / ( favourite colour ) : Black, Grey, Red, something like that...

seven / ( favourite books ) :  Manga typically.

eight / ( last song listened to ) : Among Amarth: Loke's Treachery Part II

nine / ( last film or show watched ) : Prison documentary ( Documentaries about India lately...)

ten / ( inspiration for muse ) : Based off Amy Rose (If Amy Had a sister) when I was little, eventually transformed her into my own Sonic Oc, but eventually branched away from sonic. (Only reason I have her still in sonic is cause I grew up on Sonic mostly.) If anything I can successfully take her out of the sonic au and she'll be her own thing with or without it.

Her New Au doesn't really fit the sonic atmosphere... her lore has expanded from my imagination greatly.

Amelia is a personification of me, the me I'll never be, but she's my other self in a sense. (Shes her own character of course.)

eleven / ( story behind url ) : Un, needed something for a sideblog.... balanced shadows seemed to fit with Amelia's lore.

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tagging: @edwardember @fxtelism @the-8-great-mages @dreamsxhonor @jackal-of-death @tenkaichi-warriors @sagawolf710

[allymoved4]

Guys, she’s allowed to have her OC any way she wants. You guys don’t know the mun, or what kind of bullshit trauma she’s gone through. Y’all don’t have a right to judge. Besides, you don’t have to be fucking following her if you don’t like it. The internet is not designed to personally cater to your tastes, bunch of degenerates. (onyxxisms)

I appreciate the concern dude but you know they’re allowed to have their opinion. Just bums me out that some people don’t like my oc since you know I really like her. But you knowt they can just unfollow if they don’t like her. I’m not gonna write her differently to suit others tastes. 

@onyxxisms

[gempassionatearchived]

HEY LOSER! EVEN THOUGH WE’VE NEVER INTERACTED YOU’RE A COOL STEVEN AND I APPRECIATE YOU (onyxxisms)

IF I’M ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS SEND ME “HEY LOSER”

we can write together very soon. i’ll write with anyone as long as we’re mutuals.

& i’m so very happy to hear you’re enjoying thy trashy blog.

@bad-time-simulator-201x / @onyxxisms

[ebcnylead-archive]

👫 (onyxxisms)

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

1. In a year they get married. The most glamorous and classy wedding you could think of. Black Diamond’s dress shines as bright as her gemstone and the wedding kiss goes maybe a bit too long and makes her children uncomfy. 

2. Black is always there to listen and help her beloved with any problem he has. She’s the most supportive partner. 

3. When Onyx is stressed or having trouble resting she sings and hums to him. She just has a very comforting voice. 

4. They can’t share a bed. Black’s too scared she’s gonna squish him in her sleep. 

@onyxxisms

[petalsxfallen-a]

⭐️ (onyxxisms)

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

@onyxxisms

Petal takes comfort in the fact that onyx is one of the few gems not afraid of her. 

[clearcrownmilkshake]

9.27-10.3

I havent been writing like I should have been, I really should have been because things been topsy turvy and just making me pissed and confused and all kinds of stuff but the kast thing I will be doing is feeding into this retardation. Myst is a bitch, Winona is a bitch- Amy has bitchy friend friends.

He himself can be a bitch but I tend to corner him him until he cant think of shit else to say, plus I accept the bitchy side of him like he accepts the explosive irrationality, wrath and short temper and easy vexation with me. That's whatever

But his friends are really- Myst especially is starting to get the fuck on my nerves. I've been trying to dismiss her shit foe a while but I cant anymore- thats a fucking bitch whose against women and is so damn manly but is PROUD to be a woman. Chicks like that is so revolting

Like good for you that u have male friends, not shoving u down for that, but stop thinking that makes u this supreme hetero woman who knows what she wants and is just bc of the audience she keeps bc no offense but butch lesbians are surrounded by guys as well and is treated like one of the boys too. So whats ur common interest with guys?

Being a dom? Being tall? Not being like other girls stereotypically lol? Well arent you proud that you're not like other girls uwu ecks dee hashtag quirky. So GROWN UP SO ADULT, WOW WOW WOW. but quite the dismissive bitch. Quite the haughty dismissive bitch.

Flexing and flinging around your dick bc u can, bc youre a rare species of a woman. Well whoop dee fucking damn doo bitch, you want a cookie? So original! So cutting edge!!!! Shes not like other girls, shes a fucking bitch :DDDD!!!!!

Shut the fuck up no one cares about ur underground edgy interests, or ur BIG AMAZING YET TOUGH MENTALLY DRAINING ADULT LIFE or how mature you are, bc evidently youre not as mature as u claim

Mature adults don't do this shit, they dont flex, they dont put other ppls shit down only to uplift their own interest, or put down someone's interest bc its mainstream. Mature ppl arent usually rude or condescending, if they're neutral then theyre neutral, no shit talk at all. They dont pretend to be smth theyre not, even if quirky, they own up to it and stick by it even if they dont fit in

Mature ppl dont sling around how sub or how dom they are, thats so mf reatrded like stfu idc, mature ppl also dont act so grossly in something as small as ROLEPLAY bc it show just how you are overall, bc if youre gonna act like this over smth as small as a server, imagine if in a business or whatever

She makes a terrible business partner if shes not on close friendly terms with em and thats a problem. Made up my mind dont be mod.

That was ringing in my mind again, the complete unfairness of it all, Onyxx was RIGHT to leave, I'm the moron who wont and I'm being pushed to BY THE OWNER bc she cant fucking read. Amy at this point shouldn't be a mod if ita just Her and Win making all these choices. Let bitchass Win become the owner again then if ur gonna uphold that dumbass thing about it all being her idea.

I wanna talk tk onyxx but no use, she probably think I hate her, I was just predicting her leaving soon, I knew she wasnt going to be abke to keep that position for long given how these people are.

Also all this ONLINE BULLSHIT aside, I need to apply elsewhere since papa johns is taking its precious time lol- that and my depression is trying to revamp- easy vexation, irritation, overstimulation, anger, crying episodes, blank depersonalized states, boredom- yeah I'm depressed. And in panic, but its been a while since the other the pains.

Idk what to do about it other than handle to my best abilities and get away from whats cranking it up e.i. my family- but should it get worse like crank into self harm and suicide ill be getting help again.

Really gotta start writing again. Bitches are wilding and I wish I could slap without repercussions

[smugxscientific]

honey (onyxxisms)

Honey: candyThanks, you blog stalker guy! I wanna suggest we write but about what I don't know lol