#my writi

[psychologicalwarclaire]

tw: implied death

also spoilers for 'Spider's Web With Strings Attached'

Blame @drsmer for putting this idea in my head.

LINK TO THE FANFIC IN QUESTION.

[iandarling]

Do you post on A03? Gotta bookmark that Uncle Mickey fic ASAP

Hi anon!

Yes I do

Monkey Bars on AO3 <3

Thank youu

[singswan-springswan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jason Todd & Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Series: Part 11 of Stowaway Summary:

League training dictates that Jason be able to navigate to a safehouse under any amount of consciousness, even when high on blood loss. So how did he end up here?

[somegrumpynerd]

Do you guys wanna see a thing I tried writing? It's pretty unfinished and I don't think I will finish it but it was fun to play with and it might be okay as a lil snippet! I also have like no energy for drawing right now but I wanna post something lol

(The context is Cross and Killer are alone on a mission in some unspecified au when Killer goes stage 3)

“Killer?”

Cross looked over when he got no response, half expecting Killer to have wandered off in some direction as he did on these longer jobs. His loyalty to Nightmare was often at war with his attention span in the field, and you could expect a job to take longer if it was anywhere a cat was liable to appear.

What he didn’t expect was to catch sight of Killer’s wildly fluctuating soul glinting in the reflection of the knife that was coming right for him.

Cross managed to lunge back just in time for the knife to arc downwards into the snow in his place. Its wielder slowly turned his head, tracking the path to where Cross was now. His empty eye sockets gushed with more ooze than usual, stare somehow colder than the ice he was now shaking from his blade.

“Killer…” Cross began, trying to keep his tone steady and authoritative like a warning. He was ever hopeful that this was some stupid game Killer was playing out of boredom, but that hope died as he watched some of the black goop begin to drip out of the corner of the other’s mouth.

That only happened when he went stage 3.

Shit.

Cross felt his soul drop. He’d never dealt with Killer like this alone, usually they handled him as a team if Nightmare wasn’t there to take over. In the time it would take him to look down at his phone to call for help there would probably be a knife in his head.

This was fine. He could handle it. He always had more training and stamina than Killer anyway, he just had to play keepaway with his life long enough to go home with it.

Killer teleported in front of him, something that caught Cross off guard. In his right mind, Killer almost never seemed to use his magic in fights unless he wanted to fuck around with the other. 

[Put the fight part here idk pretend there was a really cool fight, it was so cool, you loved it]

Cross felt his soul drop again, but this time the rest of his body followed. Killer was using his gravity magic to hold him to the ground, and was shambling towards him ready to finish things. Cross struggled for a moment to see if he could fight his way out of the magic’s hold, but to no avail. He was pinned as his assailant now stood threateningly over him, knife raised. In a flash of desperation, he reached out both hands and grabbed Killer’s ankles, quickly moving his head to one side as a bone attack pierced up out of the snow and struck the other in the jaw.

It wasn’t his strongest attack, but it was enough to knock Killer backwards and stun him. As Cross felt his soul being released from the other’s magic, he quickly scrambled forward and sat on Killer’s chest as he lay sprawled out in the snow, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as he began to come back around. His face was leaking so much determination from every crevice that at that point it was hard to make out an expression under it all, but Cross could tell he was frustrated as he felt the rumble of bone attacks beginning to rise up out of the snow around them.

He followed suit, carefully forming a line of his own bone attacks closely around them to act as a barrier. He could feel Killer’s attacks bouncing off of his, each hit more desperate and frantic than the last like an animal clawing at the sides of its cage. He felt some magic encircling his soul again, but this time trying to raise him up rather than push him down. It was weaker than before, whether because Killer’s attention was split with still launching bone attacks or because he was beginning to tire out, but Cross managed to fight against it and stay put.

“Killer!” he barked, leaning over the other’s face. “That’s enough. You’re not going anywhere until you pull yourself together!”

The gravity magic seemed to cease at his shout, so Cross continued in the fervent hope that he was getting through to him.

“We’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes, but I’m reporting back to Nightmare when this is over and I’m not leaving without you! Do you hear me?! I don’t care if I have to bring you back hogtied over my shoulder, I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna let you kill me!”

He didn’t realise he’d been shouting until the clinking and scraping of bone attacks had slowed and stopped altogether, and it was just the sound of his promise echoing off the bones and snow surrounding them.

And the strange gurgling sound coming from below him.

He opened his eyes again in confusion and stared down at the skeleton weakly fighting against his grasp, determination pooling and soaking into the snow from every gap in his skull. It took a second longer than he’d like to admit for Cross to realise that sound was Killer choking on it.

His bone attacks shrunk back into the ground and he shot backwards, landing ungracefully on his backside with a little curse. He hurried to pull Killer up and help him lean forward, swatting his back as he retched and spat the toxic goop up onto the ground where they’d just fought.

It was never an elegant dismount from these things, they’d found there was just no dignified way to get out a ribcage worth of black ooze. After a minute of heaving and gasping, Killer finally got a hold of himself and started glancing frantically around.

“Where’s Dust??” he managed to choke out with the urgency of a parent who’d lost their child. It always seemed to be the first thing on his mind when he came to from one of these episodes, Cross was never really sure why since any other time it seemed like they hated each other.

“He’s at home,” Cross assured, pressing one hand to Killer’s spine for support. “It’s just us, we were on a mission.”

He could see now that Killer’s soul had calmed down from the pulsating mass of spikes it was a few minutes ago and become somewhat soul shaped, still twitching nervously but a far calmer sight than before. That was a good sign that the attack was over. He wondered how much control Killer had over it, since he’d definitely seen it turn that way without having to go through a fight to the death first, but it was rare.

Cross flinched as he felt Killer grab him again, though this time instead of kicking him in the ribs he simply held on for dear life. That was another clear sign, after he was done puking up whatever goop had built up he usually cried for a while.

It was odd, especially the first few times, to see someone who always seemed so disconnected and unphased have a sobbing breakdown after trying to kill you.

“Hey,” Cross said, voice hushed as he wrapped his arms around the skeleton trembling in his lap. “It’s okay… you’re okay…”

Cross had never been the best at comforting words, but he knew Killer just needed someone to cling to while he got a hold of himself, and he was content to be that for a little while. Especially after being thrown around so much, his aching bones were more than happy for an excuse to sit in the snow for a bit. He could feel Killer’s soul being pressed against his chest as he wept silently into Cross’s shoulder, the fear and regret seemed to be radiating from it like smoke from a smothered flame.

He wondered idly if this was what Nightmare could feel all the time.

...

He also wondered just how hard it was going to be to get these black stains out of his jacket again once he pried Killer's face off of it.

[avalonia320]

Galladrabbles: Autumn

Of course I interpreted Autumn as Halloween, as one does. Thanks to @millennium-time-machine for the @galladrabbles prompt!

“Hey!” Mickey  jumped a mile when he’d turned the corner to see the guy standing there staring at him silently. Well, he thought the guy was staring , hard to tell under that creepy ass clown mask. “Halloween was last night. All I got left is tricks so fuck off.” 

The guy didn’t move. Exasperated, Mickey stomped over. “The fuck-” he froze. It’d been a year but that posture…that hair - God, he’d know him anywhere. 

“Gallagher,” he tried to sound angry, but when he pulled off the mask to reveal the tear filled eyes, his anger crumbled. “Dammit, Ian. Come here.” 

[thatoneweird014]

tsp fandom i have a crumb for you

[bogkeep]

ACTUALLY would u guys like to send me some poetry prompts, like topics or themes or words... please send them as asks (not replies) so that i can go through them at my own leisure! and only if u want of course.

[pack-the-pack]

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What you can't do in my server:

Interact with the NSFW or Dead Dove channels if you're a minor, sorry.

Start a revolution.

This is something I put together in like, three days still tho hahahaha so it's a bit barebones to say the least. But we'll adjust it as we go and see more things to be fit and others not so much anymore. We'll grow this community together as we always have.

EVERYONE IS WELCOME!

[shutup-andletme-go]

a Race in the Refuge (working on the title i promise...) snippet for all of you to enjoy on this lovely saturday afternoon (or whatever time and day it is where you live :))

tw the Refuge, claustrophobia, and mention of beating

Race hadn’t done anything wrong. And now here he was, trapped in solitary at the Refuge. It was somehow worse than he remembered. Not enough room to sit comfortably, no light, not even a window, just a slim crack at the very top of the wall letting some air flow in. The skittery feeling that accompanied the Refuge for Race clambered over his skin, settling like a cold sweat. His fingers twitched and he screwed his hands into balls, digging raggedy fingernails into his palms. 

Above him, he heard a crack and then a scream. He forced a breath in. And out. Just like Les had taught him, the first time the younger boy had found Race curled up in an alleyway sobbing silently. Another crack and scream. His chest got tighter and his breaths became shallower. The feeling of worry that came when he was in small spaces grew and a few wet droplets slid down his cheek. 

He pressed his palms into the cold stone floor. In. And out. Again. Race forced himself to breathe. Forced himself to notice what he could hear, and touch, and smell.

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also a couple of tags @eponine-thenadier & @draigthedragon bc u seem like u want to read it! (lmk if u dont wanna be tagged! - or other people if youd like me to tag you)

[winters-tales]

Winters Tales is BACK!

I've had a couple of weeks of game streams, and I'm back into the swing of things, so it's time to bring back an old favourite - Winters Tales!

Starting tomorrow (16th) at 2pm British Summer Time, you're welcome to join me as I continue working on my novel. I'll also post some prompts that I invite us all to work on, and I'll happily read your responses aloud once they're finished.

See you there!

[monocaelia]

can u guys connect to my mind via bluetooth so u can envision the fics i'm thinking abt and i don't have to write it

[astarryeclipse]

Reincarnated and the Beasts fic is now out

[daenystheedreamer]

i made vaegon a saera stan im sowwy .... i couldnt help myself!!! women uplifting women 💁‍♀️

[cncity]

i think i have aleady posted abt this here but uhmmm i'm thinking abt making two long form fanfics of camp lazlo and my gym partners a monkey (ik barely anyone likes that show but these are for me so whatever!)

i am fr obsessed with the idea of swapping the two settings of the show...camp lazlo at school and mgpam at camp 💖💖 so fun!!! im gonna work on the lazlo one first just because i have a lot of ideas for it. the first chapter will be rly similar to wheres lazlo since it's gonna start off with the jellies as new students and it'll follow the same formula. except i don't think lazlo will leave and they think he gets eaten by a bear xD

[a-ikuoliver]

its 9pm i wanted to fuck around with my makeup but now i wanna do piccrews and Maybe write

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

SBI whumptober update:

I am 12000 words in across 4 and 2/3s prompts and ready to fight god