#wip prompt

[avaetin]

"I'll bear witness to your misery, and you'll know that I've won from the start!"

[satinechristian]

influencer satine for the wip game!

“Been thinking about me?” She asks him, kneeling on the bed to straddle his lap. She can feel him pressed hard against the inside of her thigh, giving her the answer.

“Nonstop,” he admits, his hands featherlight running up her legs and back. “Wasn’t sure if you were real.”

“I’m not,” she promises him, she tugs at his hair slightly, tilting his head back. She presses a kiss against the pulse of his throat. “What were you thinking about?”

“Your-“ Christian stops to clear his throat. “Do you have a tattoo?”

[meonlyred]

WIP Whenever Tagged by @glitchy-npc, thanks!

I don't want to talk about how long I have been working on this bullshit. I keep adding more. It was supposed to be dumb smut but 8k words of these two idiots arguing later and I have realized I have forgotten how to write smut.

Tagging @greyias @bloodbywinter @fetabathwater @spacervanguard @xivu-arath

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[whatthehellami]

Artwork is not mine.

[ky-landfill]

Helouda! Only if you want to… how about a Reverse!Robins with big bro Tim and baby Jay, or Dick… or both!! ;;_;; ♡

Thank you so much for sharing your art with the fandom!!! :"D♡♡♡

[ikiprian]

Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steve knows the kids are obsessed with the newest up and coming metal band, Corroded Coffin, even though their music is actually terrible. But when Robin of all people begs Steve take them to the band's next gig, he relents.

Everything starts to make a lot more sense when they walk up to the stage and there's an honest to god Siren behind the microphone, a guitar slung low on his hips with magic wafting off him in waves over the crowd.

The singer clocks him immediately and quickly schools the flash of surprise in his eyes into something more flirtatious.

Steve smiles, the cat that caught the canary. He was right. Their music really does suck, and he can't wait until tomorrow when he can rub it in his tiny human friends' faces.

Tonight, however, he's going to ruffle a pretty boy's feathers.

~~~

Eddie knows his music's horse shit, tailor made for humans- sue him, they needed the money. So he's always a little surprised when another creature finds their way to his concerts. It happens on occasion, and of course they're always welcomed. He's seen all sorts on their tour.

But something as beautifully unholy as a Nephilim?

The man with the auburn hair and hazel eyes surrounded by a gaggle of children glows with a golden aura so soft and warm Eddie's almost left speechless. Almost.

He's caught staring, but he can't take his eyes away. So Eddie does what Sirens do best. He preens, puffs his sleek black feathers just enough for only the man in the crowd to see and sings. A move typically saved for encores, the crowd goes wild with energy and pushes their way towards the stage.

The Nephi laughs, full-bodied with mirth at the antics. A beacon of golden light bursts from him, control of his halo slipping just the slightest.

It's unearthly, it's sinful, and Eddie falls to his knees in worship. The men and women caught in the halo turn to him, smiling and leaning in and touching what is Eddie's--

But the Angel relaxes, the halo draws back, and the peoples' hands fall away even though their eyes linger.

None of that matters when the Angel blows him a kiss. Eddie knows, deep in the hollows of his bones, that when he finds him after the show, he'll stretch his Angel's wings and show him just how bright his halo can glow.

[cryptidclownz]

[tockamybeloved]

Dear Fellow Traveller

[plainclothesdisaster]

Dp x dc prompt where there’s a new assassin in Gotham. The police aren’t investigating because, well, there’s nothing to investigate. To an outside observer the deaths all look normal and unconnected— a heart attack, a car crash, a fire. But Batman notices the pattern. Carmine Falcone’s enemies are falling off the map one by one. And no one but the victim is ever hurt in any of these “accidents.”

They codename their assassin “Ghost” since they never leave any sign of entry to the crime scene, and never leave any DNA. They take out their targets in impossible situations, among crowds in broad daylight or deep in underground bunkers. Nowhere is safe and the bats do not know how to stop them.

Danny’s being controlled. Blackmail, or perhaps something more magical. Now he’s the most effective weapon Falcone has ever had. The killing is too easy for him— humans are so fragile after all. Figuring out how to escape is harder.

It’s only when Gotham’s caped crusader starts poking around that Danny has hope for a way out. He starts to leave clues at the crime scenes— subtle enough to escape Falcone’s suspicion, but plain to see for the world’s greatest detective.

Now he just has to hope that Batman puts the pieces together before Falcone turns his crosshairs on the Gotham vigilantes themselves.

[ash-and-starlight]

let’s go divorce speedrun babey 😇🫡

pov you’re aunt wu 😌

[satinechristian]

christian/satine/arabia for the wip game!!

“Does he like that?” Ari asks, as it’s not been her dynamic with Christian at all. “When you tell him what to do?”

Satine pulls down her dress, and turns towards Christian. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do?”

Chrisitan nods, clearing his throat. His blush hasn’t gone away at all. “Yes.”

“That’s my good boy,” Satine purrs, reaching over to stroke his cheek. “We have punishments if he doesn’t behave, don’t we?”

[jdtrashman]

14. A little bit about your supporting cast?

14. A little bit about your supporting cast

Just a little bit, so one character for now

(image by @spellaroo)

This is Cobalt Seraphim, daughter of Zephyr Seraphim, the leader of The Contractors.

The glow in her eyes is her power: Death Perception, which gives her the ability to map out an entire fight in her head as it happens. Which, when combined with her intense physical training and supernaturally enhanced physical capabilities, essentially makes her the world's deadliest teenage girl.

She is a spoiled brat, but one that can and will kill you without a second thought. While our heroes find her ultimately to be on the up and up (and Tyler in particular finds her to be quite a bit more than that, wink wink nudge nudge) make no mistake. This girl is dangerous.

Not nearly as dangerous as her big sister, of course, but that's another story

[katarinazurar]

me while writing: ah yes, this character should do this, it feels so natural with what they're saying

me while editing: why the FUCK does he lean on the doorway SEVENTEEN TIMES IN THIS CHAPTER