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[anonymousllama]

Wip Wednesday!

Welcome (or welcome back)! Today's WIP wednesday, we'll once again have a small selection of fics that can be requested!

Our options are:

death be kinder than man; which already has some down below and can be read on my AO3 @anonymousllama

the well fic; based on @lostdathomirian's gorgeous art!

though quaking, though crazy; my venom-mad max fury road crossover/fusion

Feel free to ask for any, and I'll do my best to get them posted here within 24 hours!

From death be kinder than man, chapter six:

Thirty-one hours later, Jason’s getting out of the taxi that’d driven him from the Bole International Airport in Addis Ababa to a semi-permanent campsite and relief center an hour and a half away.  He’s tired and anxious and isn’t sure what he’ll do if he gets turned down, but he asks politely and gets directions to the tent of one Sheila Haywood, M.D.

Her tent flap is held open, and just inside he can see her, sitting on a folding chair and smoking a cigarette.  She looks just a little like Jason’s mom, when the makeup is off.

“Doctor Haywood?  I’m Jason Todd.  My mom’s Harley, I mean, Harleen Quinzel?  Your sister?”  Half-sister, actually, from what Harley had told him, but better to pull a closer familial connection.

She exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke as she looks him up and down.  “Jason? I haven’t seen you since you were a couple months old.  What’re you all the way over here for?”

Jason shrugs awkwardly. “I couldn’t really stay in Gotham, anymore.  My mom said I could maybe stay with you for a bit, help you out over here?”  At her skeptical look, he rushes on, “And she said she’d make sure to cover it, the money should be getting into your accounts by the end of today.”

Sheila takes another drag of her cigarette, contemplative.  As she breathes out, she nods to herself.  “Y’know what?  If she’s actually paying me to babysit this time, then sure, you can stay.”

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[boydykedevo]

Icarus or Icky, he/it, adult. (Sometimes people call me Devo, that works too.) Don’t use feminine terms, otherwise go wild.

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Also I’m Deeply Obsessed with Izutsumi Dunmeshi rn

I mostly like Cats and TAZ (Ethersea especially) and sometimes I like other stuff too maybe.

There will be nsft stuff here from time to time. Rarely anything explicit, and usually I tag/label it when it is, but just a heads up.

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@fuckyeahtazethersea - Ethersea

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[anonymousllama]

WIP Wednesday!

It's that time of the week again, folks! As always, I'll be posting a snippet under the read more and listing a few options that can be requested.

Options:

The 'Jason Falls Into A Well' fic

The Harlivy Yearning fic (working name Head In Your Hands)

Venom x Fury Road crossover (name: though quaking, though crazy)

I welcome any requests and will do my best to fill them within 24 hours!

As in most previous weeks, the snippet under the Read More is from my current longfic, death be kinder than man

From Chapter Six (The Worms Remain But You Do Not):

“Mom? Could I…stay with you for a bit?”

Harley looks a bit surprised to be asked this question after being awoken by Jason pounding on her door at four in the morning.  Or maybe she’s just surprised to be woken up by her son at four in the morning now that he’s a teenager who doesn’t live with her.

“Jay, what’re you…”

“Can I please stay with you for a bit?”  She seems to realize that there is no quick answer here that will let her go back to sleep, so she opens the door wider, letting Jason enter her usual shitty apartment.

“C’mon in, kiddo.  I’m gonna make coffee, ya want some?”

Five minutes later, he’s sitting on her threadbare couch, clutching his cup of coffee like a lifeline, explaining the hell that the past two days, these past few months have been.

“...and Bruce just took away Robin.  Benched me, probably permanently.  I won’t, can’t stay there, knowing he just doesn’t want me helping people, so.  Could I just stay with you for a while?”

When he looks up, Harley is deep in thought, staring into her coffee mug.  Or perhaps half asleep, not listening to anything he says.

“Mom?  Please?”

She shakes herself out of her reverie.  “Jay, baby, I don’t… I don’t think you should.  If your daddy’s back in Arkham, I should go be with him.  You know he doesn’t do good on his own.”

Of course.  Jason should have expected this.

[do-you-ship-this-taz-ship]

Propaganda: They were both so young when they became Ballasters!! All the other Ballasters were so much older and no one else their age understood the weight that was suddenly on their shoulders. There's no way they didn't gravitate towards each other -- platonically, romantically, whatever, but they were definitely each other's main person, at the very least for the first couple years after the storm.

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