#scarwrites

[scarlette-foxx]

One of my favorite quotes from the bnha fanfiction ive been working on:

If looks could kill.. well then Eraserhead would have had a much more powerful quirk.

[princescar]

Matsushima fic bc I am epic and cool and will feed my Matsushima loving children

[amorpho]

Every zone-born ghost knows that the Infinite Realms is non-linear. One can pass through a natural portal at any point, and end up in any number of alternate universes, or more likely, any point in the natural timeline.

Danny knew this too, but when he tripped through a portal, falling flat on his back, he still didn't expect to land in the middle of The French Revolution.

Quickly he ducked behind some barrels as a mob of angry citizens led torches, guns, and axes alike towards a fancy-looking building. Danny tightly held his hands over his ears, praying that no one would notice him.

Too bad the gods couldn't grant him wishes.

"One hundred and sixty-eight."

Danny glanced up to see a slick looking man looming over him on horseback, his black and silver hair backlit by the torch in his hand.

A silence stretched between them, and the man dismounted as the crowd began to thin. "Will you not reply in kind? This is not what I've come to expect from you."

Danny pushed himself against the wall as the man leaned nearer, casting the torch on Danny and allowing a full view of him.

"Shouldn't you be running off to somewhere, boy?"

He felt himself swallow down a nervous whine, psyching himself up to respond to the intimidating figure.

"I don't- I mean, I haven't got anywhere to go- er, to be, I don't need to be anywhere, y'know?"

The man hummed to himself. "You're shaken, spilling the common word as if they were all cramp-words. Tell me, Phantom, is this the first time you've come to see the atrocities of war?"

Danny froze, dumbfounded. "H-how did you know my name?"

The man's eyes narrowed in thought. "Is this another one of your pranks? I'd rather not have to deal with your addle-plot schemes today."

"W-why would I have beef with you? Honestly, you leave me alone and I won't cause you any trouble." he says, holding up his hands to placate the other.

The man stared at him a long moment before finally deciding to get back on his mount, murmuring "I haven't the time for this."

Danny was surprised that the man just up and left after acting so strangely. Though, if he was honest, he was just happy to get a chance to get away from the mob.

Hidden away in an alleyway, Danny pulled ectoplasm from his core and hoped that he'd paid enough attention from Wulf's lessons to be able to get out of here.

Danny stepped through the green swirling portal.

It closed behind him.

"Phantom. Once again?"

Danny whirled around at break-neck speed, spotting-

The same guy as before! Sitting on a throne, in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by oriental-style architecture.

"You?! What's going on here? What do you want?" Danny seethed.

The man merely sighed in exasperation. "Phantom, I do hope that you aren't here to put a damper on my plans. I'm rather busy today, overseeing my daughter's education."

He gestures to the middle of the courtyard, where a small blonde girl was training with a bo-staff against an adult. An array of weapons sat to the side of their battle. "By the way, three hundred and eighty-six."

Danny shoved down a snarl, knowing that frustration couldn't help him at the moment. "Listen, Bub. You're going to stop interfering with my portals and help me get back to my own time, or so help me, I'll sock you so hard you'll be eating dirt in Timbuktu."

The man paused, taking a moment to scan Danny's figure, eyes narrowing as he searched. "It's a rare day that you threaten me." His eyes finally rested on Danny's own, sending a chill down his spine that had nothing to do with the autumn air. "Could it be?" He mumbled.

"Could it be what?" Danny huffed, fully aware he only heard that due to his enhanced senses.

The man shook his head, saying, "Nothing, nothing. I merely had a suspicion. Rest assured, I have not tampered with your teleportation nor powers. Perhaps you ought try again, focusing on getting closer to your original time rather than space."

Danny's face twisted like he'd just sucked on a lemon. He didn't like taking advice from weird, creepy strangers. "Maybe I will."

He took a moment to gather the ectoplasm he could, trying to form it into a slicing blade. It cut slightly easier than he expected.

"You struggled with your portal."

It was a statement, not a question. And it pissed him off with the dude's hoity-toity attitude. "How about you try cutting across time and space and see how much you struggle with it, huh weird guy?"

The man's gaze sharpened. "Phantom. Do you know who I am?"

Danny scoffed. "Why, are you going to tell me you know the owner?"

A brief flash of confusion crossed the man's face before being stamped back down into something neutral. "I am Ra's Al Ghul. How many times have you seen me before, Phantom?"

Okay this was getting a little.. odd. "That's a stupid name. Was your mouth full the first time you said it?"

Danny hummed, deciding to answer truthfully. "Just once, about six minutes ago. I was in the middle of some battle in France. I didn't really care to stick around."

Ra's Al Ghul froze, something that seemed even more unnatural for him than that stupid haircut of his. "Your second time meeting me.."

He quickly shook it off. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Phantom. Make sure you keep count of our interactions. I'll see you again."

With that, Ra's waved him off, gesturing towards Danny's slowly shrinking portal.

Unsure what to think of.. any of this.. Danny noped out, zipping into the portal. It closed behind him.

When he stepped out, it seemed to be the same place he'd entered, yet it was night, and everything from the courtyard was gone or empty now, including that throne.

Danny flew off, hoping for the nearest town, and was glad to see his phone working well. One call to Jazz confirmed he was finally in the correct time!

When he gets home he's gonna sleep for a week for all of this trouble.

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Danny honestly hadn't been expecting to see him again. Really, what are the chances!

"Phantom! It has been a while. If you can, I'd like you to stay this time."

Danny sputtered, mouth agape at the sight of Ra's Al Ghul in the flesh.

Clockwork I am so gonna murder you when I get back..

Ra's cocked his head to the side. "Now I know I'm usually one to push you out, but surely it isn't that surprising, is it?"

Danny let his frustrations out in a heaved sigh before responding. "Why in Pariah's name are you acting like we're buddies?"

Ra's only smirked at his comment. "I'd at least say we're acquaintances after meeting four hundred and twelve times."

Danny blanked. Four hundred and twelve? 412? That's how many times they've met? How? When?

"That's.. impossible. I've only met you three times now."

Ra's smirk somehow became even wider, more excited. "Ah, but I believe that I told you to keep track of our encounters last time, now didn't I? Only three! How exciting.."

"Oh no no no I am not dealing with this B.S." Danny shoved his way past Ra's and into the courtyard from before. "I'm just here to gather a shard of crystalized ectoplasm and get out of here."

"That wouldn't happen to be this, would it?"

Danny whirled around, and had to groan. Yep, that would be it.

Ra's held it away as Danny came closer. "Ah ah ah. Do the task I want for you and I'll give you the crystal."

Danny huffed. "And why shouldn't I just pummel you into the ground and take it?"

Ra's gave him a flat look. "Come now, Phantom, all I ask is for you to meet someone. It's only a small favor."

Danny could practically feel himself grinding down his own teeth. "Fine."

Ra's led him down a hallway, opening a door to a child's bedroom-the last thing Danny would have expected-, and was met with a dark haired, green eyed little boy. He couldn't have been more than four years old.

"Phantom, this is Damian Al Ghul, my grandson. He is to be my heir."

Danny dropped to the ground and crouched in front of the boy, cooing a soft hello. The boy held still, hands behind his back as he gave Danny a nod back.

"The last time I had been visited by you was before Talia was with child. She was the daughter you saw training last time."

Ra's crouched slightly, laying a hand across Danny's opposite shoulder. "I have something to ask of you Phantom. If you are to notice Damian in your travels, please protect him. It would be much appreciated."

Phantom scoffed, shaking the hand off of his shoulder. "Why should I listen to anything you ask me to do?"

Ra's frowned slightly. "You are a protector spirit, are you not?"

"...maybe."

Shaking his head, Ra's dropped the crystal into Danny's hand and began to walk off. "I will see you again Phantom. Hopefully with better relations."

That left him alone with the silent baby-child who curiously glanced up at him.

"What is it?"

He jumped, as if surprised to be addressed. "I'm only curious, sir."

Danny cocked his head to the side, his own curiosity slipping through. "Of what exactly?"

Damian slowly pointed towards Danny's hand, as if afraid his hand would be slapped away. "What is it?"

With a small smile, Danny opened up his hand to show off the crystalline ecto shard. "It's a form of ectoplasm that's been hardened into a solid. It's quite a rare material. Regular ectoplasm is more of a goopy liquid."

Damian nodded, once again falling back into position, glancing up at him.

Danny waited for another question, but it never came.

Shaking off the awkwardness, he made himself a portal back to Long Now, ready to have a little "chat" with the owner.

Awkward meetings

Pretty much the same things happen as in canon, but Danny almost constantly bumps into Ra's in his time travel (where dc and dp can exist together or as separate/parallel alternate universes). After an indeterminate number of meetings, the contents of which I won't reveal, both came to an unspoken agreement to ignore each other no matter what.

Remarkably, the order of encounters for Ra's and Danny is chronologically confusing, as is their timeline relative to each other. How strong. No one knows at what segment of their meetings the other is. It's so damn confusing that Ra's and Danny keep logs of meetings, in a futile attempt to sort this shit out one day without potentially destabilizing the current time stream, the Flash's bullshit is more than enough, thanks.

And out of a desire to avoid all this headache, they most often just walk by and report their subjective meeting number. On rare occasions, they warn each other about how their next meeting might go, or simply ask the other to remind them of something.

Their awkward meetings/attempts to avoid prolonged interaction will look quite funny from the outside.

It seemed that the League always had its own "Cryptid". At truly random intervals (day, week, month, years), the same child quickly appeared in front of the Demon Head and just as quickly disappeared. Most often they exchanged some numbers, less often he uttered some phrases. Neither of them will even look at the other, eager to leave as soon as possible (the longer they are around, the higher the chance that something unpleasant will happen, strange, but together they often attract any kind of trouble from an earthquake to level threats end of the world).

[scarletyeager]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, Idiots in Love, Sanji is an asshole, Ace is protective Summary:

Zoro gets a call from the last person he thought he would ever hear from again. Why now? And what does he want?

[scarisd3ad]

Welcome

I sadly lost my old account (scarwrites) but I will continue with all fics started on the other account!

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Masterlist

[amorpho]

Hey wait a second this sounds very similar to my Ras posting

DP x DC prompt 10

Not sure on the exact mechanics of how, but ecto slows down aging by a hella big amount. Perhaps amount factors into it. The main point here is Danny ages hella slow.

Someone else who ages slowly, for a different reason? Deathstroke.

I need these 2 being friends, but with different feelings about it. From Danny's end it's 100% a threat. If you asked Slade tho he'd be like "friends. Gross. No. I don't have friends. I have people I tolerate."

They've known each other since not long after Slade got whatever serum he was injected with, tho Danny was already quite old (despite looking about 20). Tho he was very happy to find someone he could fight with and not have to hold back, while also not worrying about accidentally killing them.

Danny is still a "hero" tho not full time. Him and his ghosts have an understanding so they don't really come and try and destroy Amity anymore (which was mostly enrichment on their end, which they get still they just have their fights in the Ghost Zone).

The two very frequently just show up randomly to mess with the other. To the confusion of anybody else around who isn't aware of their "relationship"

[wizardshq-archive-blog]

JAY PARK — EUGENE KIM is a 21 year old WIZARD attending Diagon University. They are a JUNIOR majoring in DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS. People say they are CHARMING and INTELLIGENT but also FLIRTY and STEADFAST. They are in SLYTHERIN. {jen, 22, est, she/her}

Accepted! Please send in your blog within 24 hours !!

[scarlette-foxx]

Somebody got struck by the 'write in your wip' poll... somebody is me...

[princescar]

WIP Wednesday Game

Finishing up the ones from the last two weeks, will be done today.

Wip files: • dr/raincode au • ai junkolors • drkk/raincode au • pywwr ficlets

Snippet from pywwr ficlets:

The file is heavy, forcing Ryo to use both of his hands to carry it. It was stamped repeatedly with the word "classified", red ink staining the manilla folder. Honestly, with how important this document was, he was surprised he didn't have all eight of the Madarai Brothers escorting him to his office.

"Would be a shame if it magically disappeared..."

No. If it did, you'd be expelled. Or worse, Matsuda would get in trouble.

That thought sets him straight, holding the file closer to chest.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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[princescar]

Monitoring

Tw for discussion of blood, gore, and bodily trauma

Basically a lil blurb I wrote for my Remnant Matsuda AU with the blueprints for enomatsumiki laid out. might add to it idk. DR0 spoilers ig.

The heel of her shoe digs into the dirt below as she fidgets, nerves getting to her as she looks around.

“Naegi said he saw her around here…” She mumbles to herself, eyes scanning the area for another girl.

Except, it isn’t just another girl. It’s her Beloved.

Junko had been missing for weeks after the events of the Tragedy, having disappeared after an interrogation by the school. She had been panicking since, desperately trying to overturn every stone to find her Beloved, with no success. Until she ran into an underclassmen, one from Junko’s class, that told her that he ran into her Beloved while visiting a lab in the Biology building and later saw her entering the Old School Building. She doesn’t know if she ever thanked the boy before running off to where Junko was last seen.

But standing outside does her no good, with no sightings and no clues to where she went, Mikan goes inside.

The inside is dark and musty, in the way that all old buildings are, but it puts her on edge. She clutches her bag closer, constantly swerving around at every creak and echo. It reminds her of all the horror movies she’s seen and how she’s the cautionary tale to present to the audience the stakes for the actual protagonists. But she does not turn back. It’s the first lead she’s gotten in weeks, she can’t turn back.

So she goes deeper and deeper, searching for any sign her Beloved left behind. Deeper and deeper, until the scent of blood hits her.

Panic fills her and she rushes towards the source, praying to anyone listening that it’s not from her Beloved. And when she enters the room, the smell engulfs her and her eyes land on two bodies. 

One a small, boyish looking guy with his neck completely snapped.

The other a pile of meat and hair connected to a body.

Relief and horror mix in her gut as she stares out, completely transfixed by the bodies. Flashbacks flood her brain, and she finds herself thinking about the music room again. But a soft noise snaps her back to reality and her eyes shift to the source.

The disfigured body. 

They are still alive.

Mikan rushes over and kneels down beside them, watching their chest softly move up and down. A sign of life. She hurriedly opens her bag, pulling out any medical supplies she could. But she wouldn’t be able to do much here, so instead she focuses on stabilizing them enough to move them to the hospital. Carefully making sure every bandage is secure, she gently lifts them up and carries them as fast and steady as possible.

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Mikan stares at her new patient as they lay comatose on the hospital bed. Emergency surgery had been necessary, but the patient had survived with both his eyes and most of his teeth still in tact. Nothing short of a medical miracle. However, his face was completely destroyed, leaving his face permanently scarred. 

She was in charge of his care, making sure he recovered the best he possibly could. But this left her with little time to look for her Beloved. 

Well, until she walked right through the door.

“Eek! Be-Beloved!” Mikan nearly falls on her face when she jumps up to greet her. But her Beloved stays focused on her patient, walking over and staring down at him.

Her face is unreadable, even to Mikan, as she reaches over and gently brushes the hair out of his bandaged face.

“He survived.”

“I-uh.. He- Yes, but he’s currently in a coma- there’s no way to tell if he’ll… if he’ll ever wake up, My Love.”

But Junko doesn’t respond back, just bends down and presses a kiss onto his forehead.

“Miki.”

“Yes, Beloved!”

“You’re the best nurse, so make sure he gets the best care.” She turns to leave the room, pausing for a moment. “And make sure no one else knows about this, ‘kay?”

“Of Course, My Love!”

And when she leaves, Mikan’s eyes zero in on her patient. She stares at his forehead, locked onto the faint lipstick stain left on his bandages.

“… Time for a bandage change.”

She leans forward and begins to remove them from his face, turning to discard them before turning back and jumping when she meets icy blue eyes. He stares deep into her soul, jaw slightly moving like he wants to speak, before he gives up. Mikan just stares back in shock, surprised he had awoken so quickly after such a traumatic event. But she shakes herself out of it, focusing on re-bandaging his face. She swallows before opening her mouth.

“M-Matsuda, right?”

[youtubersimagineblog-blog-b-blog]

I Care

Felix had just finished making himself a sandwich and was on his way to his recording room, he opened the door and closed it behind him with his foot. He sat down in his chair, allowing himself to spin around once before he stopped himself by grabbing his desk with one hand while balancing the sandwich on his other. He put down the plate and turned on his computer, he reached out to position his webcam and his microphone, he slightly laughed to himself looking at the microphone, he had remembered how many people had said it looked like a dildo, this group of people included his good friend, Cry. He squinted his eyes due to his monitor turning on. He noticed right away that Cry had messaged him multiple times, he opened his Skype to see Cry was messaging him about playing a new game called "Chat Chat". He messaged the faceless YouTuber back saying he would be more than happy to play. Cry responded to him. Cry: Can we talk first? Pewdiepie: Sure, bro, what about? Cry: I just wanted you to know I care about you. Pewdiepie: Oh, well I care about you too. Cry: No, I mean more than that, I care about you in a different way... Felix got up and walked away emotionlessly, leaving his computer and sandwich behind. He made his way to his living room and laid on the floor, feeling more confused than ever.

Later Felix returned to his computer to see what Cry had said since he left. Cry was apologizing for what happened over and over. Felix began to type: PewDiePie: Cry, stop apologizing. Cry: I made things weird and I am sorry :( PewDiePie: No you didn't, you made me own up to my feeling for you. PewDiePie: I care about you too.

[idalisrps]

scarwrites said: At this point, it’s just a guess game. I’m just like ‘Hm, I wonder who it’ll be today’ lol

;~; IT'S YOUR FAULT TOO BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE 'CHANGE MINAH??' but you're definitely allowed to do the same with hunter if it ever came down to it 

[princescar]

Did I come up with a new WIP just for this? No, that would be CRAZY! Heh....

Don't have anyone to tag T-T but feel free to add on to this if you want!

Out of Context WIPs Game

tagged by: @adhdavinci - I moved it to a new thread; hope that was cool!

Rules: Pick a few wips and badly summarize them. Ask your followers to select which they'd be most likely to read!

tagging: @our-blood-is-our-ink, @only-freaking-sunflowers, @princescar, @allofthebeanz

[princescar]

For the Matsunashi shippers🤲

Based on this post specifically x

[princescar]

Hi There!!

My name is Karl! I'm an 19 year old transmasc who draws fanart!

I also write fanfics!:

The Part You Played (TPYP)

Paint Your White Walls Red (PYWWR)

CODE LAVENDER (code-lav)

Fandoms I like:

Danganronpa

Genshin impact

Zenless zone zero

But dont be put off by my, albeit toxic, fandoms! I am heavily critical of the good and bad of these medias and I always want to make the world a better place!! So let's get along!!

[P.S. Ask box is open, so don't be afraid to come say hi! I do writing and drawing requests!]

(My art can by used for PFPs and banners! Credit is not required but is encouraged!)

[princescar]

Ok, some thoughts on my Ryo/Ult. Drag Queen Au.

Putting this in the main tags, so if you're new; Ryo is genderbent Ryoko. Junko is Ryo's stage identity. Still the mastermind, still fucked up.

•Ryo is class 78's Ultimate Drag Queen. No one knows his real name or what he looks like out of drag except for Mukuro and Matsuda.

•Technically, the Ultimate Drag Queen title belongs to JUNKO, Ryo has another Ult. title.

•While Junko was naturally scouted for her title, The Steering Committee found out about Ryo through Matsuda, and personal brought him in under the Ultimate Analyst title.

•They hired him to work on the Kamukura project, and while they know about Junko, they tried to hide it from everyone else due to plain embarrassment (old assholes).

•But it works, and no one else knows about his talents.

•Ryo is still the Ultimate Despair, so obviously he uses his knowledge of the project to spread DESPAIR! Because fuck these guys.

•The rest falls in line with canon (other than dr0, but nothing majorly changed so idgaf).

•However, due to Mukuro and Matsuda's (and the steering committee) deaths, no one knows about Ryo being Junko.