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kinderartifact4 · 1 year ago

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A list of my Total Drama AUs because I love them all wholeheartedly, feel free to ask questions about any of them.

Animal Mutant AU 🐾🧬

+this AU was just an excuse to make Noah an owl person

+canon divergence happens shortly after Action/before World Tour

+The mutations are a worldwide phenomenon, it’s happening to everyone and no one knows why

A Bloodsucker and A Mutt🩸🐺

+Alenoco AU

+Show goes on as normal for the most part

+Noah’s a vampire

+Alejandro’s a werewolf

+Cody’s just there

+made this AU for fun

Magic AU ✨

+Magical creatures living amongst humans type thing, but it’s my takes on them

+Like we got merfolk, satyrs, angels, demons, elves, harpies, that kinda thing

+It’s like an assimilated society thing, they’re mostly at peace with each other with some mild species specific discrimination mostly courtesy of humans

+mild feels like an understatement

+everything’s got so much lore

+and of course, we got ✨magic✨

+there is a war that happens later on in the AU, so there’s that too

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Assigned Species: Gen 1 Cast, Hosts, Emma & Kitty

Assigned Species: Gen 2 Cast

Assigned Species: Gen 3 Cast

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.1

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.2

Assigned Species: Reboot Cast

Monster Apocalypse AU 🏚

+It’s an apocalypse, but not with zombies, these things are smarter than zombies

+People do die, so warning for that I guess

+Almost nobody is having a good time

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Duncan’s Group

Emma & Kitty’s Groups

Shawn’s Group

Cody’s Groups

Tyler’s Groups

Gwen’s Group

Fic Snippets

Mike’s Old Group

RR Beginning Groups pt.1

RR Beginning Groups pt.2

Sky & Scarlett’s Groups

Reboot Groups

Drider! Duncan Dunoah AU🕷

+Sort of a high school AU? Most of them go the same school since a lot are kept human for this)

+Just a clingy drider with abandonment issues and his human bf who doesn’t actually understand how he got here

+definitely more of a self indulgent AU

+I don’t remember why I made this AU but now I can’t get rid of it

Godly Patron AU ✨🙏✨

+Some of the cast each has a god that has taken a liking to them

+they’re my take on gods because I like having full creativity, so none of the ones people usually know about are here(like greek or norse gods)

+Alejandro is not having a good time

+Noah has the oldest god

+Alejandro’s got a lot more lore than he was originally going to have

+Made this AU because I wanted Cody to have a proper parental figure, then it kinda turned into this along the way

+Aleheather got that “Doomed Love” trope going on

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Assigned Gods pt.1

Assigned Gods pt.2

Fic Snippet

Wings of Fire AU 🐉

+My favorite book series combined with one of my favorite shows

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Assigned Tribes: Gen 1

Alejandro’s Design | José and Carlos’ Designs

Trent’s Design | Bridgette’s Design

Heather’s Design | Cody’s Design

Tyler’s Design | Justin’s Design

Geoff’s Design | Lightning’s Design

Zoey’s Design | Noah’s Design

Owen’s Design | Fic Snippets

Harold’s Design | Gwen’s Design

DJ’s Design | Izzy’s Design

Cameron’s Design | Lindsay’s Design

Katie & Sadie’s Designs | Duncan’s Design

Sierra’s Design

Trollhunter Cody AU🧌🗡

+I just thought it’d be fun

+Cody would be the type of guy to say “crispy” wouldn’t he

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The only post I have

Project Cythraul AU💉

+The whole concept is old, like 2019 old, but it has since then been revamped

+The entire WT cast goes missing like halfway through Egypt, with almost no trace other than what’s on the plane and something left in the sand

+They stay missing for 2 or 3 years before one of them finally shows up again with amnesia

+Main premise of the AU is a secret facility that specializes in DNA manipulation

Hidden Magic AU 😶‍🌫️✨

+AU is otherwise known as “A group of immortals build a camp in a magic pocket dimensional forest for some reason and end up with a bunch of kids”

+there are other residents but the amount of children that show up there is concerning

+humans are quite irrelevant here, we don’t see them much

+the lore for most of the characters is a bit dark, but hey

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Reassigned Species

About the Burromuertos

Nivi AU 👽

+This AU was an excuse to give Cody a best friend, and that friend is my OC Nivi!

+Nothing really changes, even though she’s in World Tour

+This AU has since evolved into “Alejandro and his gaggle of idiots™”, ie. Alejandro, Nivi, Cody, Duncan, and Lexi(OC/Nivi’s girlfriend) all share an apartment. It’s an interesting concept.

+I think of this AU often

+During Island and Action, people don’t really think Nivi exists because “Cody couldn’t possibly have actual friends outside the show!”

+This makes Nivi feel like some kind of cryptid and she loves it.

“What If?” Mutant AU ☣️

+A small AU I came up with, sort of a “What if?” AU. The what if being “What if other people came into contact with toxic waste?”

+The people who are mutated are the same as canon (Dakota, that one intern, Ezekiel had some toxic waste exposure, it’s just more obvious here).

+Additional mutant individuals include Noah, Duncan, Alejandro, and maybe a couple others but I’m not sure.

+The mutant individuals can’t go back to their families, they don’t want them to see them like this anyways, so Chris keeps them on Pahkitew Island (in the facility for the duration of that season).

+Alejandro is lost at sea for a bit before they finally catch him and put him with the others

ToA IOTS AU 🔪

+Technically still a TD AU since the AU it’s based off is TD. Idk I’m not making a separate post for my ToA AUs there’s too few of them for that. And this is the only one I’m sharing probably.

Interdimensional Remnant AU🔚

+Area 51, something went wrong, everything was destroyed. The base, the earth, the galaxy, the universe, everything.

+The gods tried to stop it in time, remove the source. When they realized it was too late, they instead grabbed the thing closest to it.

+Alejandro Burromuerto is the only remaining piece of a dead dimension, and the gods blame him for its destruction.

+Came up with this AU while listening to a song AXOLOTL by bumr, I do love the concept, great angst potential.

+Technically a branch off of the Godly Patron AU in the sense that the gods do exist.

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 2 years ago

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Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief

The time comes for mourning, old memories and harsh truths.

HOTD Masterlist | Main Masterlist |

Warnings: Extreme slow burn, angst, mentions of Aemma’s traumatic birth scene, Y/N kinda being a headass, Daemon being an ass, Viserys hate club

Word Count: 2.8k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter was later than expected 😭 i got a bit sick after the concert I attended yesterday (1975 was great but goddamn the crowd was inactive asf) I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

wonderful dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics !

The day was beautiful. The sun hung bright and brilliant in the blue sky, and the smell of salt and sand permeated through the air, along with a slight whiff of smoke from the magnificent dragon situated at the top of the hill, its beady eyes cast upon the crowd of mourners clad in black.

You stared numbly at the raised dais where Aemma’s embalmed body laid. Little Baelon was next to her, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Aemma would have reacted, had she known the life that had been taken from her in the hopes of letting her babe live, was now naught but sand scattered in the wind: utterly useless.

Rhaenyra stood next to you: the both of you keeping a fair distance from Viserys. Tears were welled up in her purple eyes, but she did her best not to let them fall, attempting to maintain her calm countenance. She reminded you much of yourself when you had lost your mother, mourning, and unsure on how to express your grief.

Daemon spoke to Rhaenyra hushedly, the both of them conversing in High Valyrian. You did not deign to translate the faint snippets of their conversation that you overheard in your head, despite your decent grasp of the tongue. You barely noticed as Rhaenyra inched forward gingerly.

“Dracarys!” You kept your eyes fixed upon Aemma and Baelon’s funeral pyre as it was set alight.. The hot whoosh of flames fanned across your face, and everyone took a step back unconsciously to avoid the heat, but you didn’t feel anything, not as you watched the body of your dearest friend and her ill-fated son burn away to naught but ashes.

Daemon did not know what to make of today. Grief was a stranger to him: even though he had seen the deaths of his mother, father and grandfather, the depth of the feeling eluded him. Mayhaps there was something wrong with him: given how much death there had been in the later stages of his grandsire’s reign, it was a wonder he was unfeeling at funerals. Still, he found no sense in dwelling over the dead. The dead were the dead, and sorrow would not bring them back.

He was about to depart from the cliffs, and mount a horse back to the Red Keep, when his gaze befell upon a most strange scene. His brother, and…Y/N?

Rhaenyra had already ridden off on Syrax back to the Dragonpit, and most of the royal retinue had already retreated back to the Red Keep, unable to stand the sweltering heat, but his brother was here, talking to Y/N, who by now, was becoming ostensibly more and more like she would rather hurl herself off the cliffs than suffer in his brother’s presence for any longer. Viserys’ expression was earnest, mournful, and any man would have softened at the pitiful state the King was in, but Y/N seemed to have none of that. He wondered just what was going on, considering how Y/N was always close with his brother. ‘At least, she was always much more jovial with my brother than with me,’ Daemon thought darkly.

“Brother,” Viserys turned to face Daemon as you breathed out a sigh of relief, glad to no longer be the centre of Viserys’ attention anymore. Try as you may, you could not shake the lingering sensation of disgust in your gut whenever you laid eyes upon Viserys. Your mind constantly kept flashing back to that horrific scene on Aemma’s deathbed, of the incisions and the realisation of what Viserys had ordered dawning on you when he couldn’t quite meet your gaze. What affection you had for your childhood friend was slowly dispersing into rage and grief, as you struggled to reconcile the jovial and amiable man you once knew with the reality of a man who was callous enough to sacrifice his wife to gain a son.

Startled when you felt a hand placed firmly on your shoulder, steering you away from Viserys’ bewildered form, you glanced up at Daemon, but he said nothing as the both of you walked away from the King. After a while, when you had both reached the ends of the cliffs, he finally let go of your shoulder. The both of you were silent, staring out at the blue sea, as you both awaited for the other to break the silence.

“Why did you pull me away from the conversation?” you murmured. “I could tell how uncomfortable you looked,” Although his gaze was directed towards the bay, Daemon’s voice was soft. “You were practically begging to get out of the conversation.” “And here I thought my many years at court had made me better at veiling my emotions.” “With how long we’ve known each other, byka zaldrizes, it would be an insult to me if I couldn’t see past your facades,” Daemon remarked dryly. He began strolling along the length of the cliffs, and you quietly followed suit.

“...thank you. I…he may be my king, but I am of the opinion that if I had to suffer in his presence any longer, I might punch him.” you admitted, gratitude and exhaustion tainting my voice. Daemon let out a soft snort, “I thought you would have learnt that assaulting a royal never does you any favours.” “You’ve known me for so long, Daemon, in the face of anger, I never did seem to possess the ability to think rationally. What’s more, I think Viserys is deserving of it.” You could feel your heart starting to pound furiously again, the scene of Aemma laying in bed, covered in blood…brutally slit open, her eyes opened wide in death and her expression of agony flashed repeatedly into your mind, making your stomach roll unpleasantly. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, and. you bit your lip in an attempt to stave them off, tilting your head away to obscure Daemon from the view. He said nothing, only offering you a handkerchief. You took it, dabbing at your tears lightly, trying to calm yourself by inhaling the salty scent of the sea air.

Daemon watched her with inquisitive eyes. He had heard rumours of how close Y/N was with his sister-in-law, but with the weight of her grief becoming increasingly apparent, he finally understood the extent of their bond. His heart filled with a strange tugging sensation, but he dismissed it as just the oddity of seeing Y/N cry. In his boyhood memories, he always regarded her as this strong-willed, fierce and irritable little girl. To see her cry was…it made him feel strange. The Y/N of his boyhood seemed so contrasting from the Y/N in front of him now. He had seen Y/N’s physical changes since girlhood, and now he was witnessing the emotional changes. Uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers, about to offer his condolences, but he remembered how much she hated it when he professed his grief at her mother’s passing, and stopped himself. The sight of Y/N dabbing at her tears however, became more and more excruciating for him to bear with every passing minute. He longed to do something, anything, to lighten the tension between them, but what could he say? It wasn’t like comforting his niece, with the Queen that she was serving dead, Y/N might as well have been a sailor lost at sea, with no compass. So instead, he had to bite his tongue as he waited for Y/N to snap out of it.

You clasped the handkerchief tightly between your fingers, suddenly feeling the traces of embroidery on it. You glanced at the handkerchief, and saw a familiar pattern of lily flowers across the fabric, in your stitching. “I didn’t know you still kept it,” you turned to Daemon, surprised. “I thought you would have shredded it years ago.” “Well, it would be rude of me to intentionally ruin a gift, especially one made of a gesture of goodwill, my lady.”

Your fingers traced the orange lilies, biting back a smile at the memory behind this handkerchief. Once, in your childhood, you had been most wroth to discover Daemon had stolen your favourite doll and ��accidentally’ ripped it. In retaliation, you had snuck into his room one night and emptied the contents of his chamberpot on him. Aghast, your mother had ordered you to make a truce with him by sending him a gift. Reluctantly, you sewed him a handkerchief, but to add insult to injury, you didn’t embroider a noble or rare flower on it, such as roses or carnations, but rather, you had chosen lilies. Although it was considered a flower of elegance, the colour of the lilies conveyed otherwise. To put it plainly and unpleasantly, they were one gigantic “fuck you” to Daemon. You couldn’t help but snigger as you recalled his reaction to the handkerchief: his face had twisted most unpleasantly, and he’d looked downright murderous, but since Prince Baelon and your mother were in the room, he could only swallow whatever insults he wanted to churn out and grunt out his thanks, much to your triumph.

The lilies had turned a little yellow with age, regardless, the handkerchief looked well kept. You returned the handkerchief back to him, his fingers brushing against yours in a lingering touch as he took it back. “For what it’s worth…I am truly sorry for your loss, Y/N,” Daemon offered gallantly, “I know how close you are…were…with my sister-in-law, and she was a great woman. She was always kind to me, at least.”. Normally, you would have teased him for his uncharacteristic politeness, but Aemma’s death had drained all the fight left in you. “I thank you, my Prince,” your voice was hollow.

Your next few moments were spent in silence, as awkwardness ensued. Daemon was nigh close to throwing himself off the cliffs. He was thoroughly unaccustomed to dealing with grief. He wonders if he had made the right decision when he chose to spirit you away from Viserys. At least the royal party had departed now, but it made it all the more difficult for him to leave Y/N alone on the cliffs.

“Do you know…what he did?” your voice was tremulous, barely a whisper, but it anchored Daemon back to reality once more. His forehead creased, he said quietly, “I’ve heard. It was…dreadful to say the least.” “Truth be told, I do not know if I could ever…bring myself to forgive his act of cruelty.” “He is your king,” Daemon said, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice. “And your friend of many years.” "As was Aemma, Daemon,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness.

Wishing to broach on this topic no more, you turned your conversation to something else. “Now that he killed both his wife and heir, what do you suppose would happen to the succession now?” Daemon notes with intrigue that your tone has taken a sharper tone toward Viserys, and he couldn’t fight the small sliver of smugness he feels at your distaste. Perhaps it was childish…but he always disliked it when you spoke about Viserys with such reverence, like he could do no wrong in your eyes.

“He still has an heir,” Daemon reminds her, “Me.”

You scoffed slightly, “I think you’re forgetting Rhaenyra. She is the King’s only trueborn daughter.” Daemon was annoyed, “A brother’s claim triumphs over a daughter’s.” “You’ve never paid any attention to the laws of Andal succession then.” “We are Targaryens, byka zaldrizes, what regard have we for those fucking laws?” Daemon snorted, “Moreover, Rhaenyra is but a child, besieged with grief. The right choice of heir for the stability of the realm should be me.”

“You’re just using Aemma’s death as a way to further your own ambitions,” your tone was accusatory, and Daemon wanted nothing more than to shove this infernal woman off the cliffs. Why did everyone always think the worst of him? “I can assure you, that contesting the heir to the throne is the least of your worries right now.”

You narrowed your eyes, “And what is that supposed to mean?” Daemon let a smirk play out on his face, “Now that my sweet sister-in-law is dead, what do you suppose will happen to you?” You blinked, confused by his sudden mention of your future. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Daemon.”

“You are well aware that since your tenure as lady-in-waiting to the Queen is at an end, you will most likely be sent home to the Reach, do you not?” Your voice grew annoyed, “My focus now is on mourning Aemma, she was my friend, Daemon. As for what the future holds, I do not care about that.” Daemon let out a snort of laughter, “Are you sure about that, Y/N? It might not be the wisest course of action, you know.”

You stopped in your tracks and gave him a frosty glare, “And since when did you care about my wellbeing, Daemon?” Daemon chuckled mirthlessly, “I do not. However, since my late sister-in-law harboured a form of affection for you, however of an annoying little brat you may be, I believe it in my responsibility to give you a warning.” “I have no need for your warnings,” you said brusquely.

Daemon leaned forward, his violet eyes gleaming with savage delight, “Perhaps you should think again then.” He drew back, circling around you as his eyes watched you like a hawk. “With the Queen dead, it would be inevitable before you are summoned back to Highgarden. Tell me, what are you to do when you are ordered to wed by your father, hmm?”

You bit your lip, disconcerted. But it was all the answer Daemon needed to carry on. “You no longer have any reason nor power to retain your status at court,” he mused, looking down at your stiffened form. “And when it comes, your father will summon you back to Highgarden. And you shall be wedded off like a prized pig to some lord, who could be balding, old, or ill-tempered. Or all three. Who knows?” He hears your sharp intake of breath, and he could see it clearly now. Your fear for this sort of fate.

“Whether you like it or not, you must worry for your political standing. Even if you hate to make merry with my brother, you will have to stomach it.” You finally snap, your eyes ablaze, “I will not. Why should I give a damn about my political standing anyway? Should I refuse to go home, my father will not force me. The King will not force me.”

Daemon laughed, the sound bouncing off the cliffs. It was a rough, jagged laugh, more out of dark bemusement than of any joy. “Byka zaldrizes, it seems you’re even more of a fool than I imagined. You might have matured in terms of your visage, but I see your immaturity still shines through.”

Hurt by his words, you could only keep silent. Your mind was racing. You didn’t want to admit it…but you could see some truth in his words. Viserys could heartlessly give the order for his wife to be cut open, he would not defend you from something as simple as marriage. He was after all, a father, and a king to boot. He would sympathise with your father’s claims of duty to your house.

Daemon’s voice was chiding as he spoke. “There is no doubt my brother will take a new wife after this. After that, there will be a new queen in court, a shift in power. And you?” he reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ears. “Will be naught but a speck in the past. The new queen might be someone you are not acquainted with, and she will surround herself with an entourage she is familiar with. One which you will not be a part of. Who will protect you from your father’s will then? Certainly not my brother, if I know him.”

You saw the sense in his words, but a certain sort of rebellion still blazed in you. “I would never allow myself to be used by my father this way,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly. “I am a grown woman now, and I can make my choices.”

Daemon looked down at you, something akin to pity on his face. “If that’s what you think,” Daemon’s voice was soft, “Then you are a naive fool, my lady.” Abashed by his words, you could only look down, feeling lost. It was too much for you to deal with: mourning Aemma and Baelon, your newfound disgust and fear for Viserys, and now, terror for your future. You couldn’t deal with this. Not right now, maybe not ever. You weren’t used to this sudden weight of realisation, of burden on your shoulders, and Daemon could tell. He always could.

The two of you stewed in despondent silence, before Daemon sighed, “Come, my lady. I should escort you back to the Red Keep.” You have a great deal to think about, his violet eyes seemed to whisper to you, making you feel even more unsettled. You nodded hesitantly, and he offered you his arm, before the both of you walked back to the remaining wheelhouse in a silence that was much colder and contemplative than before.

Taglist for Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia: @drwho-ess @graniairish @urmomsgirlfriend1 @thelittleswanao3 @animelover18 @llovinjoonie @gracielikegrapes @salembridger

Daemon General Taglist: @aiyaiy

those who are bolded are the ones that couldn’t be tagged! let me know in the comments or through this form

and that makes chapter 4! chapter 5 should be released in around 2-3 days time! do let me know what you think in the comments! if you liked this chapter, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 💗 thank you for reading!

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vesperpharsalius · 1 year ago

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As surely as Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart.

His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft. His hands steady. Form powerful. Shoulders made for war. Face made for the women of court. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death, like a famished beast as if one life cannot sate the hunger that roils inside him.

Here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile, he is the man fit for stories of romance, a Lancelot galloping from myth to steal a woman who could have been, but never was, my Guinevere. His is a charmed birth. He has all I have in his Golden body and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. He is more handsome. Wealthier. A golden knight.

Ah, yes. Heterosexual Thoughts™️ of my hated rival.

Darrow: ugh I hate Cassius and his golden curls and his broad shoulders and his perfect smile and… what was I saying again

Mustang: … you hate Cassius

Darrow: UGH yeah I hate that guy

#OP is right that Darrow goes on and on #but bringing this back bc Darrow never hates Cassius more than in this moment and #this is his stream of consciousness?#i am still not over it #wtf did i just read #these bitches gay #dassius #darrow x cassius #cassius au bellona #darrow of lykos #red rising #golden son #also Gala appreciation post now that everybody’s drooling over Ashvar #this quote is from the RR snippet of GS and the GS version is worded slightly different as superfans will notice #but this version is *chef’s kiss*

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cursedzucchini · 2 years ago

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Dc x DP prompt #9 ♪

Lmao i just remembered i wrote snippets of this jazz is psychiatrist in Arkham in au, and Danny just doesn't give a fuck thing. And so y'know why not post them w some new stuff right?

I'm gonna post them as i wrote them, which is not chronologically, so yea

These prompts will have have this ♪ next to them bc I'm extra like that.

Aight now to the prompt!!

"My favorite doctor! how are you doing today Ms Fenton? and is that your brother? That is—"

"Yeah, yeah, shut it, Walmart beatle juice, we get it, you're" the boy sighed, exhaustion obvious on his face as he made quote signs with his fingers "'crazy'. Get over yourself, you're not that special"

The woman, standing next to the teenager, lightly hit his head "Danny!" she reprimanded lightly. Tim guessed this was probably common occurrence for her, but damn, he did not plan on witnessing watching a child sass the Joker and live to tell the tale.

And what was even more surprising, the green haired menace actually looked like he took offense in the supposedly Danny's words “Well aren't you a rude one. If you have to know that character wears very different clothes and is dead. I on the hand-” he dramatically gestured, but was promptly interrupted by the boy. Again.

“Well I'm not so sure about the second part” he grinned at the clown, his weirdly sharp teeth showing. His hand was about to reach his pocket (and holy fuck was that a gun???) before Dr Fenton glared at him and he stiffened. As if realizing they weren't the only one in the room his eyes shifted to Tim, before looking back to Joker “I mean, because you look ugly as fuck. No one alive should be this hard to look at” the teen flipped the older man off, before waving at the doctor and stepping outside the cell.

Doctor Fenton sighed again, looking for a moment at the door where Danny disappeared before turning towards Tim "I apologize for him, he's just going through a difficult phase" she smiled at him as if saying 'younger brothers you know'.

And in fact, Tim did the fuck not know, because in which phase do you make fun of a psychopath who continuously breaks out of Arkham and kills for less.

Joker sitting at his bed when his new therapist apologizes to the vigilante and not him the victim of his brother: h-

Jazz, w nice smile and her hand on the handle of her taser which could and probably did kill a bitch: shut the fuck up (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Tim after he manages to get out of his shock, at his fam: i think Jason got cloned

Jazz later: Danny u can't just bully my patients just because of your misplaced anger, and big fear of clowns

Danny: watch me >:))

Rr: can you even.... Bring him here? Like he's obviously a teen, he shouldn't be meeting w these dangerous criminals...

Jazz: well when tried to stop him, he just stared at them, until they let him

Danny, who let a little bit of his eldritch abomination leak out: yea

#dpxdc writing prompt #dpxdc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dcxdp au #therapist jazz #jazz fenton #danny fenton #red robin #tim drake #crossover #danny is w danny bc no school wanted to take him #since his marks suck #dannys sorta done in this one #jazz is trying her best but yknow at least danny didnt kill anyone? yet??#♪ prompts

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schrijverr · 4 months ago

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I'm having a lot of fun with this game lol 😅💜

New word:

Picture

I'm glad you're having fun, bc im also having a lot of fun! Thank you for the guess :D 💕

This is again from the I do verse, buck and maddie make me so emo sometimes when i think abt their time apart (i have an idea abt an addition one time, but it'll be way in the future and I haven't written it yet)

Despite hearing snippets here and there about Maddie over time, he never once saw a picture of her, Buck didn’t have any.

#rr ask #thank uu so much!#hope you like the out of context snippets #though i think this one can also be placed #but who's to say how maddie is introduced this time #why is jt eddies pov etc etc xp

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keikakudom · 10 months ago

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You're writing a rr!AU oneshot? What's it about, may I ask?

I got asked a few days ago what the reaction would be from RR!AU Alastor, if RR!AU Vox got into a scenario similar to the canon finale 🤭

I love that type of genre of question, and I want to expand it into a full oneshot! I'm a very anxious writer though, so hopefully it doesn't get editted into oblivion... I dunno when I'll finish with it, but I'd like to put some pressure on it, so I'm using this ask to motivate me too! So i'm looking at hopefully by the end of this week we'll get our first little snippet of RR!AU writing/fic✨️

#Ask #au: reset resort #Anon

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ladytauria · 10 months ago

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wip ask game

tagged by @anawrites3 <3333 thank you!!

Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i will not be tagging as many people as i have wip documents <3 i simply shan't

also i'm including what ship each of these fics are for because if i were to include the full title it would look something like: [batfic | ship] wip name. so xD

(edit: OOPS i missed some)

(gen) needing and wanting

(gen) pack

(gen) red hood's robin

(gen) rr vampire au

(brucatherine) i just want your hands on me (prompt fic)

(dicktim) lap kisses (prompt fic)

(jay-centric) jason sexploration

(jaycest) untitled

(jaydick) a small kiss (prompt fic)

(jayroman) pre-aftermath

(jaysteph) a kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they were eating (promptfic)

(jaysteph) meet-cute (prompt fic)

(jaysteph) untitled smutfic

(jaytalia) untitled oxa fic

(jaytalia) public sex + trans jason

(jaytimsteph) falling in love with your best friend's partner (prompt fic)

(jaytim) 5+1

(jaytim) aftermath

(jaytim) another night, alt

(jaytim) arms

(jaytim) as you are

(jaytim) baby bird

(jaytim) bratty alphas

(jaytim) discoveries

(jaytim) empty promises p. 2

(jaytim) do you love me? (prompt fic)

(jaytim / gen) double mer

(jaytim) drake industries mer rescue program

(jaytim) ghost hunters

(jaytim) got your back

(jaytim) hope one day i'll be enough for you to stay

(jaytim) icy hands, icy hearts)

(jaytim) if you keep looking at me like that (prompt fic)

(jaytim) jtw2024 wingfic

(jaytim) leave the world behind

(jaytim) neither a bang nor a whimper

(jaytim) slip of the tongue

(jaytim) surprise, surprise

(jaytim) teenage fantasies side a

(jaytim) teenage fantasies side b

(jaytim) the color of hope (canary yellow)

(jaytim) the sweetness of honey, chapter 9

(jaytim) the tenderest of touches (break the hardest of hearts)

(jaytim) to be yours

(jaytim) used to being lonely

(jaytim) you try so loud to love me (i cannot seem to hear)

(sladejay) post-fight (promptfic)

looking at this list and crying TuT

no pressure tagging... @lollilollipop99 ; @paprikadotmp4 ; @n1ightw1ng ; @this-was-a-terrible-idea ; @bi-bats ; @jpeg-dot-jpeg ; @generatorcat ; @glaciya &... anyone else who looks at this list and wants to do it <3

#tagged in #tag games #wip ask game #ask games

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blackberrysummerblog · 2 years ago

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Happy Wednesday everyone!…god I hope it’s Wednesday. My son has been working with me this summer—which I’ve loved every minute of—but yesterday he didn’t share my workday for the first time in forever and it meant I could leave early and sit in the parking lot writing. Small wins.

Here’s more of my crucible marriage au, which istg I will get sewn together at some point. Some of you may have seen the first snippet I ever posted,

for COCC22. It was noted that RR had said Simon can sing, but I still like the scene I wrote so here’s a half-arsed fix:

He’s flushed bright red from exertion when he returns to me, sweat-soaked and grinning from ear to ear. He was made for this (he made himself like this for this) and he loves it—the thrill of flight is practically singing through his pores.

Singing. “You can sing,” I tell him flatly, folding my arms across my chest.

“Everyone can sing, Baz,” he says, throwing both arms around my waist. He’s drenched and laughing as he spins me around.

I push my fingers into his shoulders (wide, hard, unyielding). “You can sing well,” I clarify, scowling. “When you woke me up that morning singing in the shower, you sounded like a drowning orc. And now I find out—“ I can’t bring myself to describe his voice, it will undo me. His voice calls me home from deep in my marrow.

Simon puts me down and shrugs. “Oh,” he says, eyes darting to the ground. “I was just trying to get under your skin.” I’m about to throttle him when he looks up and adds, “And maybe I just wanted you to wake up and be with me.”

I close my eyes. “You menace. You live under my skin, Simon. You’re hot ash spread over my bones. You—” He stops me by pulling me against his damp chest again, crushing our mouths together until I have to fall silent. This bloody nightmare.

Have a great rest of the week all! Tagging: @youarenevertooold @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @raenestee @shutup-andletme-go @larkral @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @alleycat0306 @prettygoododds @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @bazzybelle @valeffelees @hertragedyconnoisseur @thehoneyedhufflepuff @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @hushed-chorus @whogaveyoupermission @asocialpessimist @thewholelemon @stitchyqueer @ileadacharmedlife @letraspal @rimeswithpurple @ionlydrinkhotwater

#wip wednesday #married by the crucible au #crucible au #crucible marriage au #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #Simon’s flying #Simon’s singing #half-arsed fix

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vesperpharsalius · 1 year ago

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I read the quote you posted from golden son and I didn’t immediately read the tags so I was going crazy because I remembered the scene differently, but since I have only read GS translated in my language I thought it was a translation change. But now I feel dumb because what are the RR snippets I need more of whatever that was because that was beautiful, the lancelot part got me screaming crying and throwing up. please help😭

Thanks for the ask!

My copy of Red Rising (which is just a standard American mass–market paperback I bought back in 2016) has a teaser for Golden Son at the end, excerpts from Ch. 11–12, which cover the Gala.

It is mostly consistent with the corresponding parts of GS, with less dialogue and detail and overall polishing than the actual book, but there’s the occasional thing that got cut or changed in the final version. Strangely, the teaser at the end of my GS is identical to its corresponding scene in Morning Star—it’s the prologue—so I’m not sure whether this was deliberate.

Here’s the official version of THAT scene:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely as Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft, hands steady. Shoulders powerful, made for war. Face made for the hearts of court. And he wears the rising sun of the Morning Knight. The rumors are true. It rips through the party. The Sovereign has made him one of the twelve. Despite the fact that I won the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. But here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile. In his Golden body he has all I have and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. More handsome. Wealthier. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. Yet he has none of my burdens.

And this is the teaser from RR:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft. His hands steady. Form powerful. Shoulders made for war. Face made for the women of court. And he wears a crown badge. The Sovereign has taken him for one of her lancers. Despite the fact that I won at the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. He stalks like a famished beast as if one life cannot sate the hunger that roils inside him. Here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile, he is the man fit for stories of romance, a Lancelot galloping from myth to steal a woman who could have been, but never was, my Guinevere. His is a charmed birth. He has all I have in his Golden body and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. He is more handsome. Wealthier. A golden knight. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. He does not have my burdens.

As you can see, the final version is a little more eloquent and better–worded. The teaser is rawer and a little clumsier. But… whoever cut the Lancelot and insatiable beast bits out should go to Deepgrave, fr, because they’re just 🤌

With the exception of THAT scene, the differences are minor, the Final Cut superior in juxtapose. But there are some notable omissions that didn’t make it, like:

A brief but important conversation between Darrow and Karnus (where he guzzles like, four glasses of wine in less than a minute; Eagle Rest needs an AA chapter, apparently) about butter, in which they establish that A) Lunese food has too much butter and not enough salt and that B) butter is disgusting and makes them feel like pigs.

Karnus also mentions that Julian loved butter so much he ate it by the stick, alone. Wtf, Julian.

Darrow also remarks at one point that A) Martians pride punctuality and always arrive on time, that B) Venusians disdain it and are always fashionably late, and that C) Lunese either come first or last, to keep people guessing and mess with their heads, ofc.

(I like to imagine the Raa being equally punctual and Dido coming to dinner two hours late wearing a diaphanous dress and body glitter, getting criminally offensive side–eye.)

Secret canon facts! Reblog for Lancelot Cassius and Carny Julian.

#dassius #i said what i said #the Gala was fueled by Dassius UST #and rampant Bellona alcoholism #red rising #red rising saga #golden son #darrow of lykos #darrow o’lykos #cassius au bellona #karnus au bellona #julian au bellona #Gala appreciation post #ask

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