#wip: a mask of a thief

[merge-conflict]

root cause analysis - wip

“I always wanted to pour my heart out to some bartender,�� V says quietly, with a sigh. “You must do this all the time.” Her expression is guileless, but she can’t resist the little flicker of a smile when Alex raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m an expert,” she says, crossing her arms. “Can I be honest? You’re being a little difficult.”

V snorts, pushing off the doorframe with one shoulder and stepping inside. After a few steps she turns, gesturing with her elbows, hands still buried in her pockets. “How about now?”

“Getting warmer,” Alex says, shutting and locking the front door. She’ll miss the Moth, when she’s gone. Daphne might have run it, but at the end of the day it’s still hers. Was hers. “Now you sit on one of the stools over there, I’ll pour you a bourbon, and when I ask you how you are, you can’t answer preem.”

“What about incredible?”

-

not much to say about this one, but it might fall off my main WIP list indefinitely until I end up replaying PL or finish about a billion other projects. couldn't resist the saddest most pathetic VP of valentine hanging out in my drafts folder, so there you go.

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday - Fun In Funeral

For my DCxDP Dead On Main thief!Danny fic, Putting The "Fun" Back In "Funeral". Best read while listening to Ascensionism by Sleep Token

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“I am not a cat boy!” The boy wearing a cat skull protested.

“Then what are you, a discount Catwoman?” Jason asked as he prowled closer to the pouting thief.

“I don’t even know who that is!” Cat Boy continued to lie. “This,” he gestured to the bone-colored mask covering his face, Lazarus green eyes narrowing in distaste, “Is a fashion statement. Nothing more, nothing less. I just- I don’t even know why it’s a cat!”

None of that really made sense to Hood, but keeping a criminal monologuing? Part of Robin 101 - the more they’re distracted, the better chance at them messing up. “So why a cat, then?”

“I just said I don’t know!”

Hood didn’t respond, catching the cat-themed-thief’s stance relaxing by a miniscule amount. With no hesitation, Jason lunged forward - fully intending to football-style tackle the pouting figure into the concrete roof.

In the next few seconds, Jason would recount later to the rest of the Birds and Bats, he had no idea what happened.

He was in the air - arms outstretched to wrap around the other’s torso in a mockery of a hug. He saw the thief’s eyes widen, a startled yelp leaving his mouth. When Hood flew closer to the occultly-dressed thief, it was like a rush of sparkling heat bubbled up through his lung, tearing viciously at his esophagus before laying stagnant in his covered mouth. Already caught off guard, Jason sputtered - failing to land the tackle onto the lithe man in front of him. Instead, Jason fell a few inches short of the man, on his knees with his gloved hands clutching desperately at his throat and chest.

The other didn’t hesitate to dance out of Hood’s reach as the helmeted vigilante coughed in a vain attempt to clear his airways from the heat-sparkle-power-danger that welled inside him. Not-Catwoman stood to the side, head cocked like a curious crow inspecting a shiny coin. While Hood was still doubled over catching his breath, the thief wisely used the opportunity to glide further out of reach.

“I’m almost scared to ask if you’re okay,” Catboy’s voice echoed around them. “But then again… You did just try to shoot me.”

“It was just a warning shot.” Hood coughed out, his words scratchy as he forced them past the invisible sludge that lodged itself in his throat. The Pit Rage stirred in the back of his mind, slowly creeping to the area it used to occupy and whisper. “Give back whatever you stole before I shoot you for real.”

The cloaked man rocked on his heels, jutting his hip out and tapping at his chin with a clothed finger. Hood couldn’t see Catboy’s full expression, but he had long since perfected the art of reading masked individuals when he was thirteen and still wearing Dick’s old scaly panties. The person in front of him was practically radiating smug little sibling vibes.

“How about,” the modulated voice drew out. “I don’t, and I continue on with my extremely successful handjob!”

Jason spluttered in confusion, caught halfway between howling in laughter or rage, as the cat-themed thief jumped off the museum’s roof. The sound of a grapple rang out as the little criminal soared into the polluted Gotham skies. The Rage screamed, pushing Jason’s limbs to take off without a second thought. Green overcame his vision as the high came tearing back in full force, dragging Jason down like a man caught in an undertow. His body gave chase to the masked individual running from the museum, racing across the darkened rooftops in hot pursuit.

The Pit Rage stuck its greedy claws into Jason’s mind and pulled. What happened around him became a green-tinted blur - flying after the thief’s form, firing pot shots when the two were parkouring along the Gotham skyline, a strained voice shouting as the bullets missed. The overwhelming sensation of rage-rage-chase-friend-predator-rage-fight-fear-play-rAGE drowned out any sense of rational thought. It was like Jason was in the backseat again, watching as he lost control of his life as the choices he made as a teen came back to haunt him in divine punishment. He fought against it, just like he did when the Rage took his body to the Titans Tower. Like when he was so beneath the power of the Pit that he took out everything on a highschool kid. All the progress he had made over the last three years - washed away because of a man in a catsuit.

The mere hours he had of quiet peace almost made fighting against the Rage so much harder - Jason knew what it was like again, to not have to battle against his own thoughts every second of the day. To not look at a single act of kindness as some convoluted plot to trap him like a feral, rabid dog. The void in his chest, a grief-stained black hole of bad decisions, warred with the Rage for its own spot in the young man’s own tale of self-sought retribution against himself.

This? This was Jason’s own personal hell. To be alone, trapped inside his mind, while his body was controlled by a green-tinted monster. When his actions were no longer dictated by himself and the worst parts of him came out to play.

When Jason finally wrestled back control, kicking and screaming and fighting his own thoughts like it was the only thing he knew how to do, he found himself leaning against someone’s rooftop greenhouse, alone. The cloaked thief was nowhere in sight, and the ex-crime lord hesitated against nosing around for hints of where he might have absconded off to.

Based on a familiar stretch of cargo cranes, he deduced that he ended up between Gotham University and the docks. The black-haired man took a moment to himself, checking to see how many rounds he had fired (eight, he had emptied an entire clip, because of course he did) and if there was any blood clinging to his uniform (not his, never his, why was it never him–). When he wasn’t able to find anything, Jason forcefully shook out his body, trying to get rid of the built-up tension and stress. It helped him relax, marginally, but did nothing for the painful pressure behind his eyes pounding in time with his heart. The Pit Demon lounged in the back of his brain, oozing an air of self-satisfaction that made Jason want to claw at his own head until it stopped.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shoulders sagging. This entire situation was… not good. Jason didn’t even want to think about talking to the rest of the Bats about this, but. It had been a long time since an episode that bad. He didn’t know if he could control himself if something else set him off, but he wasn’t prideful enough to risk innocent people to a Rage-filled Red Hood.

[scholarlycoffee]

WIP INTRO: NEON VIOLET

The light-leaks and scratches on the old film flicker over her face, masking her reflective white eyes. The video kicks back and loops. “My name is Nettie Schultz and I have died three times,” she repeats. 

Blurb: On the island of Tombedel, no one dies. At least, no one stays dead.

After separating from his wife of over twenty years, London-based private investigator Abe Tannen visits the exclusive medieval island of Tombedel during their Saint Martin’s Day celebrations, but his much-needed vacation takes an unexpected turn when a man is murdered in his hotel: the first person to actually die on the island in over 1,000 years.

With the local law enforcement unprepared to handle a real murder, the investigation falls to Abe, who enlists the help of an eclectic group of ghosts.

When the investigation leads them to begin uncovering the island’s long-buried secrets, Abe and his team find themselves in far more danger than they could have anticipated. After all, there are far worse fates than death.

Setting: Tombedel, a mysterious medieval island off the coast of England. November of 2025, but also 1983 and 1934 and 802 AD and 509 AD.

Genre: Adult, supernatural mystery

Series: 1 of 2

POV: 3rd person present tense, multi-pov

Vibes: glitter-smudged faces, foggy coasts, chainmail under t-shirts, crystal balls, ancient church towers, neon lights, dimly lit labs, tape recorders, ren faires, crumbling castles, rundown pubs, cable-knit sweaters, old magicks.

Soundtrack: Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender / I'm Set Free - The Velvet Underground / Night Shift - Lucy Dacus / The Body Electric - Hurray for the Riff Raff / Yuri-G - PJ Harvey / My Darling Faye - Songs for Moms / Vampire Empire - Big Thief / The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen

Word Count: Planning

[fbvuwnuuhgjkjnrbihutj]

Oc wip.. aereis with Parahex mask (he’s a thief)

Aaaaaa explodes

[neochan]

before i leave this site completely, i want us to have one more year of nct fics & filth. if my happiness for writing returns while doing this, i may keep my presence on here longer.

regardless, below are the fics that i have planned / half written / outlined / thought up. over the course of the next year, i will be posting the ones you vote on.

once you read over the fics, please use the link at the bottom of this post to vote for your favorites.

THE PICK ME CHRONICLES WILL BE FINISHED IN FULL REGARDLESS!

(STANDALONE FICS)

no synopsis, but i can offer: toxic exes au, street racing, using his rival as a means to make him jealous, he is insanely possessive.

okay, so maybe hooking up with a masked stranger wasn't the brightest idea. but you didn't expect him to actually blow your mind. unfortunately, the only clue as to who he is lies in the jacket he left behind. now, with the worn leather that still faintly smelled liked him in tow, you're on the hunt to find your prince charming...but you know what they say: if the jacket fits.

no synopsis, but i can offer: christmas au! flirty hyuck, friends to lovers, comedy(?)

after seven years, haechan still has a crush on you, but you seem to only have eyes for jeno, and haechan isn’t good at controlling his jealousy. (harry potter au)

no synopsis, but i can offer: incubus!jaemin

(SERIES)

according to your parents, it's all for the business. get married to the competitions son so the companies can merge, and business will be fruitful, and you'll be rich. easy, right? wrong. it'd be easier if the person you were marrying was someone you didn't know, but you knew jung jaehyun, in fact, you knew him a little too well, and you didn't particularly like him. though his bestfriend peaked your interest the first time you met... and the second time... and the third. (can change the pairing to dream members)

spend a summer at camp with nct dream as demigods, captured within five different stories

son of hermes!hyuck x daughter of athena!reader

son of ares!jeno x daughter of eros!reader

son of posiedon!renjun x daughter of aphrodite!reader

son of aphrodite!jaemin x daughter of hermes!reader

son of apollo!mark x daughter of hades!reader

THIS IS MY FAVORITE WIP!! after the tragic death of punk rock band PARASOCIALs leader, lee minhyung, the label is desperate to piece the teenage dream back together again. in an attempt to revive their chart breaking success, they've reached out to you - a rising star already signed to their sister label. but what happens when you realize they're nothing like the press paints them to be? has the band slipped too far out of the limelight for you to save them? GENRE ▸ angst, smut, rockstar!nct dream, band au, vocalist!renjun, guitarist!jeno, drummer!jaemin, vocalist & bassist!haechan

my one shot 'rule breaker' is a prequel to this series.

no synopsis, but i can offer: dysfunctional family vibes.

illegal street fighter jeno

graffiti artist renjun

street racer & addict haechan

thief mark

drug dealer jaemin

!!!!! VOTE HERE !!!!!

[frostbitten-writer]

I merely have a humble request.

https://youtu.be/7GzK3ufAA8w?si=_lVrsceG1GnwW_jX

Would it be possible for you to write a fic of this hero/ villain interaction for Hobie with this video as a reference? (Doesn’t matter if he’s Spider-Punk or Prowler)

Don’t stress about this request, take your time ❤️

- @hyperfix-wip

Oh my goodness, hii!! You cured my depression because I finally got something to do. This was really funny to write, but it can be a bit bulky (let’s just ignore that lol)

Pairing: Spiderpunk x Blackcat!reader /fluff

Warnings/tags: no use of Y/N, slight description of R -> as in clothes

Word count: 1.4k

An interesting beginning of the year?!

‘It was the last day of the year’

‘The city was as bustling and busy as ever’

‘This is where he lived’

‘This was his home’

Spider punk was again out for patrol, and even if he didn’t want to do so, he had this feeling that some crime could happen on New Year’s Eve. At this time of the year, it would get really cold and icy, causing Gwen to always scold him for still wearing such a thin jacket, but oh boy, as if he would get another one and betray his current one. Many crimes would be committed right now as well, due to the cheerful and incautious people, plus the fact that he would get sick more often due to his weak immune system. How ironic is it that the most powerful person in the city, who is supposed to help and save people, can’t even take care of himself? He landed on the top of a building, stuffing his hands in his pockets and slumping his shoulders in the cold while watching every person pass.

The people were walking under the snowfall, kids having fun and playing with snowballs. The Christmas market was as alive as always, the sound of Christmas music and people’s voices mixing together into a soothing background noise. The smell of cinnamon and gingerbread was swaying in the air, the warm lights creating a magical atmosphere. What could go wrong? Even Spider punk himself started debating whether he should play with the kids, but he was freezing so that was off the list. His ears were numb and cold underneath his mask, and he really began thinking of getting a new jacket. Or maybe he should just get a hat with spikes to keep himself warm..?

Swinging from building to building, he started to grow tired of nothing happening. He was freezing cold, and yet everything was fine?! This was such a waste of time, seriously, why even bother to-

“Thief..!!” Two women screeched, tripping slightly in their heeled boots as their bags were ripped out of their hands.

Finally. Maybe this wasn’t such a waste of time as he thought.

The sound of stilettos clacking against the asphalt was getting quicker and more faint, so Spider-Man had to quickly catch up to his most loved nemesis.

He was lazily swinging behind you, not even bothering to properly try and catch you. He was just observing you for a second, how your hair flew in every direction due to the wind and sprinting, how your black leather contrasted to the white fur on your suit.

When you turned to one alley, he quickly did so too, copying your every move.

When you were fully convinced that no one followed you, you slowed down to thoroughly look through the bags. You were so caught up with rummaging through them that you didn’t even take in your surroundings. Brows furrowed and lips pursed as you scoffed at the useless junk you found, seriously, what do those old and posh chicks need this stuff for?! Not even some cash…

“Stealing on New Year’s Eve?” A voice spoke up and you slightly jolted up like the true Blackcat you are, only to see Spiderpunk idly dangle down from a streetlight, his red suit topped with different layers of clothing and spikes on his head sharp and shiny. Just by his white eye slits, you could tell that he was amused by the sudden meeting.

Softly panting and pushing your hair back you looked up at him, cheeks flushed by the winter night.

“Well, people are mostly inattentive at this time, so why not take a chance?” You teased, perfect white teeth shining in a mischievous grin.

“Usually people sit in their homes, drinking expensive drinks and celebrating another lame night that just has an excuse to get drunk…” He giggled deeply, his webs that kept him from falling, slowly catching some white flocks of snow. “I could ask the same thing, why not stay at home.. drink champagne with a lovely someone and then cuddle while looking at the fireworks? Don’t tell me that you don’t have this opportunity…” Your mock earned a scoff from the guy, rolling his eyes and head in annoyance.

“Why you askin’? Wanna keep a lonely bloke some company or somethin’?” He teased back, enjoying your little back and forth flirting- oh sorry banter.

“Just curious..” You responded in your calm and seductive voice, that sometimes, just a bit, had an effect on the guy. A shame that you would never fully know if you were affecting him again…

“I heard that was bad for cats, might consider staying careful, huh?” He carefully jumped on the ground with a small thud, the snow beneath his combat boots crunching. He was close enough to just snatch the bag from you, web you together and get you to the police station, and yet he stayed. Awaiting another jab.

“I am always careful! Never was I tricked by someone! Could you say that for yourself as well?”

“Oh cmon, cat, I never get tricked. Not even by a beautiful cat like you..”

You smirked at his statement, discreetly taking small and proportioned steps back. Maybe he noticed them, maybe he didn’t. But he surely didn’t do anything to stop you. So you took the bait. You turned around and with a small snicker started to run.

You were running on thin ice, no you were really running on ice. Maybe wearing heels without supporters was a bad idea? You heard a loud sigh behind you, and just when you were getting more confident in your feet, you felt your ankle get sprained, making you fall in your heels. When will you learn?!

Just when you thought you were gonna meet the hard ground, you felt strong and warm arms catch you up and hold against their chest.

“Called it.” He commented with a slight edge of annoyance, yet his touch and embrace stayed gentle. The small puffs of warm air were creating mist that rose into the night sky, the snowstorm only intensifying and some snowflakes falling on your long lashes.

He gently wiped the detailed snowflakes away with his thumb, his fingers lightly brushing over your skin. You felt your cheeks burn at the spot he just caressed and you swallowed thickly at the touch.

“Wha’? Cat got your tongue?” He smirked behind his mask, his white eyes staring down at you.

“Oh shut up, spider…” You grumbled in a hushed voice, almost getting flustered by the charming man in front of you.

“Can’t handle the truth? Oh cmon, kitty, be better than that…” He smirked and pushed his mask up to his nose bridge, revealing his smirk and silver piercings that were shimmering in the dark.

You cupped his cheek and you could feel him subtly lean into you, his face cold against the inner side of your smooth hand. You glanced down to his lips and then back to his eyes, your fingers discreetly moving to his plump and pierced lips.

“Oh I can handle many things, can you?” You asked with big and innocent eyes, the white fur of your dark leather jacket complimenting your skin perfectly.

“Wanna bet? I’m sure you’ll be surprised…” He smirked, his deep voice vibrating against your chest. He slowly started to lean closer, faces only inches apart, lips parted and-

“Sorry, spider, but I guess you’ll have to sign into a waiting list. Can’t just let ya kiss me like that, can I~?”

You quickly lashed out of his grip and snatched the women’s bags out of his hands, the last thing you could see was his bewildered face and open mouth.

With your advanced tech, you ran away and climbed up some moist walls, the sound of your heels slowly disappearing as you reached the top in the whistling wind.

The dumbfounded spider punk was left alone in the alley, looking up at the direction you just escaped from. He was about to sigh and get back to his patrol when he stuffed his hands in his pockets and felt a small piece of paper in one of them.

“Eh? The hell…”

‘Stay safe, my spidey. Don’t stay out for too long and come home by eleven p.m. Maybe we can have the champagne we talked about. Your baby 💋’

Maybe he did go home to you after some more hours of patrol. Who knows? And maybe, just maybe, you really did look at the flashy fireworks while standing in your shared living room, hugging each other with a blanket draped over your shoulders. At home you were just you and your Hobie. No Spider-Man’s or Blackcat’s. But since he wasn’t home… maybe he should catch up on you and finish the conversation you interrupted~

[trixierosewrites]

wip intro: Memento Vivere

(Because in all my posting about it, I appear to have never done a WIP intro.)

tag | character intros | cover

Featuring high stakes, little time, secret identities, messy relationships with violent resolutions, and a lot of character death.

GENRE: horror thriller

POV: third person limited (to Aidan Whitney)

STATUS: third draft

LENGTH: novella, estimated 25k words

(placeholder) SUMMARY:

Aidan Whitney, four times ex-prime minister, wakes up chained to a bed in a room with ten other people. The only way to escape? Making accusations that kill the accused, and, if incorrect, kill the accuser.

EXTRACT:

She arched an eyebrow, and he had to admit that the shorter cut made her more intimidating. Especially since he knew what her plans for him were. “You’d do well to shut up. I can kill you just as well without my knives.” “Oh, I’m well aware,” he said with a small smile. “But, then, why don’t you? You could use your hands, or step on that pad over there—” “And die?” “Well, it would kill me too, by the sounds of it.” “I might just kill you,” Cassie said, shaking her head. “It would make all our lives easier. And we wouldn’t have to listen to you fucking talk.” He smiled at her, all easy symmetry and perfect teeth, and that was when she lunged at him.

CHARACTERS:

Aidan Whitney: ex-Prime Minister, politician, and an awful person; POV character; known for his ability to talk anyone into anything

Isabella Myers: a beautiful actor, cruel, and never drops the mask; known for dating and never committing

Cassie McGrath: criminal, assassin, and world infamous; known for escaping last minute

Hector Burgess: old money, the youngest of the group, cutthroat; known for being willing to do anything for his inheritance

Miriam Fischer: shy, sweet, and fiercely analytical; known by her clients (most of the time)

Jordan Walsh: self-obsessed, brash, manipulative; known for her book series, The River's Waltz

Dante Dean: a princess, sharp-witted, and a hopeless romantic; known for her scandalous affair and subsequent name change

Dawn Downs: nervous, liar, thief; known only by the absence of possessions in their wake

John Dalton: old, overly friendly, and looking for an heir; known by his company Cupid's Bow

Nate Pearce: average, bland, normal; known for nothing other than how well he blends in

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Honestly, being this close to being done is terribly exciting. I love this work and all its characters, and I hope you all will too!

TAGLIST: @planets-collide, @callmelyrae, @mthollowell-writes, @teratheo, @notwritinganyflufftoday

@seastarblue

Ask to be +/- to the taglist!

[karalovesallthegirls]

Some Q's for youuu:

8. How slow is a slow burn? 🕒

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it. 📝

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? 🤓

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. 🪦🙀

I appreciate your dedication using the emojis, they enhanced the experience greatly!!!!

8. How slow is a slow burn? 🕒 

The hottest slow burn 2 me is one where they can barely even make eye contact for a solid 15k, let alone touch lips. I want them to go through every possible option and do every possible thing to avoid getting together for so long they’re practically pulling their hair out in the frustration of it. Their desperation for each other needs to be so unbearable that they truly genuinely lose their minds, and they then need to stay apart for a little while after that.

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it. 📝 “Alien…” she whispers, eyes wide with a terror so painfully familiar to Kara. “Oh, God.” “Miss Luthor, I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I just need the hard drive. That’s all," Kara says.

She tries to keep a soothing tone, but she’s so tired of this. She wants to be done. She’s so close to being done, too. The Luthor's eyes are intense and focused, studying Kara back just as deeply as Kara studies her. She’s beautiful, Kara thinks, and she’s scared. Everyone is always scared of the alien. The woman holds the device out with one hand and Kara can see the slight shake to it. “You won’t hurt me?” she asks again, and Kara smiles. “I promise,” Kara says. She grabs the drive but feels some resistance as she tugs. The other woman isn’t letting go. Kara looks at her again to find her smiling. “Funny,” Lena Luthor says. “Because I’m going to hurt you.” Kara’s head whips back with the force of the hit, blood splattering from her mouth as she falls.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

For me I fucking LOVE a multiverse like what do you mean they will find each other in every form, in every world, in every time??? What do you MEAN if there’s a version of one that exists the other must be elsewhere waiting for the chance and not knowing it?? What do you MEAN quantum entanglement?????

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? 🤓

Don’t try to write it correctly the first round, just get material on the page. 

Write out your story concepts like you’re writing a transcript of your brain. You’re not editing or correcting or explaining meaning, just conveying exactly what is there as it is. My preferred method is just a big stream of conscious paragraph with no punctuations and often times looks like I’m describing drama to a friend via text - “[…] and then Lena was like Lex what the fuck!!!!!! bitch!!!!! and then Kara freaks out and grabs […] - and then just leave it for a little while. Come back to it later and divide them up into fragmented sentences and concepts and build from there. When I spend ages trying to think of the right way to write out my ideas more often than not I find I’ve written nothing, and the things left unwritten have faded away from my memory like they’d never been there at all.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. 🪦🙀

I have a fic concept I flirt with sometimes where Lena is head of security for Luthor Corp distribution, which handles art and artifacts for hundreds of museums around the world, and she is forced to handle the chaos of some masked thief that keeps stealing things and returning them to their original cultures. Lillian is breathing down her neck to fix this, but no one ever seems able to even get more than a glimpse of the crook - until Lena does. 

And Lena realizes three things when she finally sees the masked Robin Hood rip-off:

1.) the thief is a woman, and somehow able to handle such massive robberies alone.

2.) The thief gets sloppy when Lena is there, nervous and bumbling and chatty. She acts like she’s never seen a pretty girl before. Like she wants to impress Lena just as much as rob her.

3.) Lena might not be able to stop the robberies with her wit, but she sure as hell can with her tits.

[alatariel-gildaen]

I just found this untitled document hidden in the resseses of my WIP folder. This is it in it's entirety.

No other info. No plot, no hastily scrawled ideas, nothing.

I vaguely recall having an idea for a Star Wars AU in which Daryl was a bounty hunter so this looks like what I must have written when I had that idea, then immediately forgot and gave up on it.

Worth continuing? Let me know!

The sweet, musky scent of the Aelithara Bloom worked its way behind Daryl Dixon's protective mask; an early warning sign that it had finished digesting its last prey and would be resetting its trap. Keeping half an eye on the world outside the flower's cavernous inner chamber, Daryl reached inside his pack and pulled out a freshly slaughtered squivern whelp. With a well practised flick of his knife, he pulled a small piece of pelt from the back of the creature, hoping that the easily accessible flesh would attract the plant's deadly sensors. He tossed the bloody corpse into the sticky nectar that had begun to spread from the central stamen, then watched with bated breath, needing to ensure the nectar wouldn't spread further. Bioluminescent tendrils crept towards the dead creature, wrapping around it, pulling it into the digestion pit. 

A creature that size would keep the plant busy for a couple more hours, at least. Satisfied that he was—for now—safe, he returned to his vigil. 

The planet of Niraxis was on the outer rim of the galaxy, and was home to some of the most exotic and dangerous flora known to anyone. The Aelithara Bloom was a sprawling, carnivorous—yet beautiful—plant which could be tricked into providing temporary shelter by offering up a sacrifice.

He pulled up his holopad, double checking the details of his target. A humanoid from the Vandor system, a smuggler and thief.

And his target had been hired to collect the nectar of the flower; a precious resource used in both legal—and less than legal—medications, and which was due to bloom for the first time in five years.

[theskeletonprior]

This is a casual little writing challenge to get myself into a habit, perhaps, or if not, to get some words from the meat of my brain to the pulp of the page. All of my stories for this challenge are set in the world of RAVENOT, and if you’re curious, you can take a look at my WIP intro right here. And if you’re really keen, you can read the first chapter (sort of a pilot as I toil) right here! Now onto the daily ramble.

I've tried to be productive today, and I think I was somewhat successful towards that end. It'd be nice not to sit down to work and immediately have an anxiety attack, but c'est la vie. I resorted to some meditation, which helped, and though I got to a late start, I did get some words out of me. I won't belabour it, as again, this challenge is the Pretty Chill one in preparation for November.

I also wrote some NSFW and even stuck it up on AO3, but cleverly, it concerns a ship that no one is looking for PWP about, so I don't expect anyone to read it. If your interest is piqued, you can find it right here. It's a Requiem of the Rose King one shot concerning the Duke of York and the Earl of Warwick and it's chalked full of homo-repression and mildly d/s buggery. Anyway, an excerpt from my current work!

The would-be thief had skin like the rough bark of an oak, blackened with mold, gleaming gold sap running from their eyes and nose. "Please…" They spoke, and Ravenot knew them for one of the Risen, for their voice turned to white mist in the air, and the language was that of the Dead. "Shelter my child. I will bear this one away to the wilds, to the witchwood ever flourishing." They cradled the babe in their arms, brushing its tears away with the knotted bark of their knuckle. Ravenot let their bell sound out again, a call to stillness. "That, thou canst not," said the Unmade as he stepped forward, the acid-etched silver of their mask reddening as the sunrise colored the clouds, the cobblestones. "Return this little one to its rightful home." Ravenot knew that the command was not a binding one, knew that this dead one's impulse would likely prove too strong, but he had seen as many miraculous things in his long years as their had been terrors. Perchance the miraculous would show itself again on this cold morning.

Until next time! Taglist: @alexanderflowerbird @void-botanist @carmillasboywife @ceph-the-ghost-writer

As always, let me know if you’d like to join or leave the taglist, and I’ll act accordingly.

[messrsbyler]

just had a thought of max, mike and dustin being part of one of the most dangerous and wanted gang of thieves of the kingdom. no one knows what they look like since each time they pull one of their jobs, their faces are concealed behind a black mask. that’s why, after getting hired by a so called brenner, it’s a piece of cake to infiltrate the castle when one of the many luxurious and ridiculous balls take place. the plan is simple, stay out of sight, keep a low profile, and find what brenner hired them to steal.

the problem comes when while slipping from the main hall, mike bumps into will byers, prince of this kingdom, who is currently trying to also sneak away from the room but for completely different reasons.

will’s first move is to roll his eyes and ask, “seriously? you followed me all the way here? what, did hopper send you?”

mike blinks, not sure how to proceed. they are close to where max is sneaking around and climbing through a wall to break in through the window. if the prince was to turn around, he would see her and game over.

“you mean, the king?” mike says. “uh, no. he didn’t send me.”

will’s eyes press into two slits. “then why are you following me.”

mike has to fight back the itch to roll his eyes and push this asshole down his high horse. instead, he gulps down his words and goes with, “you seemed lonely, my prince.”

“i wanted to be alone,” prince will byers quips back. “i don’t need any suitors following me around thinking that will give them the upper hand with me.”

“i didn’t���" the words and tone and scowl slip from mike’s grasp. he cuts himself, but not fast enough to prevent the frown and puzzled look from the prince. “that wasn’t my intention at all, your highness.”

“then what was it?”

mike presses his lips and keeps his eyes from flicking to the tower max was climbing. he can’t be sure if she made it to the window yet. “just to… offer company.”

“that is arrogant of you.” the prince arcs a brow.

“it is. i just—" mike searches for something, anything that isn’t pulling one of the many knife he has strapped to his body and end this the easy and sloppy way. being a thief is one thing. stabbing the not so unusual thug that wants to get in the way of one of their job is one thing as well. stabbing the prince just because he’s being a dick? that’s stupid on another level. “i’m not much of a fan of big balls, myself. i needed a break, as well.”

the prince stares at him, searching. “you did?”

“i prefer quiet conversations away from the crowds and the music.” mike tilts his head and offers a smile crafted to look soft and a bit complicit. “even if that means i get called arrogant, sometimes.”

that does it. the prince doesn’t smile back, but the corner of his mouth twitch and mike knows this is a battle he’s won.

this is something that has been added to my wip list [faints]

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Intro - Aleks Keldora

════════════════════════════════════════════

☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A master of disguises who is also a skilled hacker, Aleks Keldora initially became a thief to save his family's struggling business from bankruptcy but eventually continued on to become one the most successful intergalactic thieves in the whole planetary system, under the hacker alias of Wraith. His real identity was never, until the inciting incident of the main story, discovered by the Junction, as - with the aid of his high-tech mask, he could change his appearance however he liked. He became a master in the art of blackmail, disguises, and cracking high-profile security codes, making him a real threat to the officers of the Junction and even other galactic governments. He is also a member of Jack's crew. A prankster at heart, Aleks is the kind of friend who wants everyone around him to be happy and have a good time, but secretly struggles with a storm of anxiety inside his own mind.

════════════════════════════════════════════

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/him, mainly Age - 21 Current Role - Part of the main cast Appearance - Aleks has short and curly hazel brown hair, which is usually rather messy, and he has tan, freckled skin. He is 5,6ft, or around 169cm, and is thin, though rather muscular. His usual, or favorite, outfit consists of a dark green bomber jacket, a simple long-sleeved shirt with or without a print, black or grey pants, and either sneakers or boots depending on his mood, but his outfit also changes a lot depending on whether or not he is using a disguise. He has greenish-hazel eyes and a playful smile.

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 2w3

✶ MBTI: ENFP

Occupation: Hacker, tech whiz, master of disguises, blackmailer (blackmails the government quite often), technological shapeshifter (can basically shapeshift with tech). Species & Place of Birth: Human; Eoriah (planet) Sexuality: Pansexual

☆・・Extras・・☆

Character Playlist

The Kid That I Used to Know - Arrested Youth

Psycho - Broke City

Leave Me Alone - Adam Jensen

Lost Control - Alan Walker, Sorana

Copycat - GUMI, Circus-P

Anxiety - Besomorph, The Tech Thieves

And more!

・・・

✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative

#oc: aleks keldora

════════════════════════════════════════════

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird, @anyablackwood, @lyutenw

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @amaiguri @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively

[supervillain-smut]

Garrett x Reader WIP

Y'all asked to see my WIPs, so here's Garrett's. There's also a Lucien LaChance WIP, and a Nick Valentine WIP.

You lay comfortably in bed, attempting to doze off, even as your mind wandered to thoughts of a specific thief, you’d run into accidentally a few times. You’d always had a fondness and appreciation for thieves; their boldness and craft. It had not wavered when you had met Garrett. Met was a strong word, but you certainly knew of him. Your father, the thief-taker general, was not so fond of him. He wanted Garrett dead. 

You’d first seen him at one of the Baron’s many parties, weaving in and out of sight, swiping this and that, even taking the jewelry right off a woman as she spoke to a gentleman. You’d run into him in similar moments twice after that, the final and most recent encounter was quite close. He was robbing a prestigious hotel blind as you stayed there overnight for travel. He had been spotted by a guard and had quickly ducked into who else’s room but yours. 

You gasped out of surprise with no intent to say anything, but he must have assumed you were going to, and in a blink of an eye he had swooped over to you and covered your mouth, bringing a finger to where his lips would have been behind his cloth mask, shushing you. You nodded at him and gently pushed his hand down from your mouth as you studied him now that he was close enough and illuminated. When you realized the guard was calling the others, now with orders to sweep the rooms from your father, you’d helped him escape by letting him out of your window. 

He was a thief; you were the general’s daughter. It was a horrible, awful idea. The difference in classes. In morality. Your father would never allow it! He’d kill him, then you if he ever found out about your little crush. Your affair. In truth, you’d began seeing Garrett after that last encounter. You’d given him your address before he vanished. He took you out for a night on the rooftops, even giving you gifts you were positive he’d stolen, but you didn’t care. He was kind, handsome, and smart. He had a unique sense of humor, but you loved it. 

As if the universe could read your mind, there was a tap at your window. A very specific one you’d both come up with. You didn’t mean to, but you leapt out of bed to open the glass doors to your balcony for him. He could very easily pick the lock, but he would never invade your space; always asked to be let in. You opened the doors and ushered him in, wrapping him in a big hug. He buried his face in your neck and chuckled. 

“Garrett! What are you doing here? My goodness, you’re freezing! Come, warm yourself by the fire!” He smiled at you the entire time you whispered, stoked the fire, and generally fussed over him. 

“I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you. Was hoping I could stay the night this time.” Garrett answered. “Shh! I don’t want my father to-” “Your father’s not here. I just saw him over in Greystone Plaza. He’s meeting with the Baron’s architect. It’s just the guards at the door.” Garrett nodded his head in their direction. “You might want to fire them. Or don’t. Incompetent guards mean it’s easier for me to see you without getting caught.” Garrett sat in the chair closest to the fire and sighed as he relaxed. For some reason not even he could explain, he felt safe with you, despite your father. 

“Well... I suppose that does change things. I guess it wouldn’t hurt either of us then if you stayed the night.” Garrett smirked at you as you stood behind his chair and gently massaged his shoulders, bringing a hand to his jaw and making him look up at you as you bent over to kiss him. He sighed through his nose and brought a hand to the back of your neck. You broke apart, although sweet, the position was not too comfortable. “Alright, then. Shoes off in the house. Armor comes off before bed.” You stated. Garrett scoffed in fake disbelief before he began working on taking his shoes off. “Yes, ma’am.” You playfully smacked his arm at his comment. 

“Well, would you like my father to figure out you were here by all the boot prints on the floor?” “I never leave footprints!” “Tell that to the evidence he found at the last place you stole from!” Garrett went quiet before sighing in defeat. While you were arguing with him, you were digging through a drawer and removing multiple garments, confusing Garrett until you pulled out what looked like men's clothes; and they certainly weren’t your fathers. 

“I figured a night like this might come, or simply to give to you next time I saw you, but I got you these. I hope everything fits. I slowly got them amongst other things my father was getting for me, or I’d slip away with my own coin. He never pries into what clothing I get.” Garrett’s jaw hung as you handed him the warmest, softest clothes. Socks, pants, and a shirt, all in grey. “You... You didn’t have to--” “You’re right, I don’t have to do anything. I wanted to. And I will continue to do so. Forbid I spoil my favorite thief while he continues to risk his life to spoil me.” You stated in a stern tone. 

“And I don’t want you to anymore. Please. My father spoils me plenty. With his influence and stubbornness, I can have nearly anything I want. You don’t need to risk your life any more than you already do for me. I’d die if I found out that was what got you killed.” Garrett stared at the floor, expression blank as you spoke, before looking up to meet your gaze. “Please, Garrett. Just let yourself be the spoiled one for once.” 

“I want to have something to offer in this.” “You do! Yourself. Everything else is something I can obtain, it’s never out of my reach. But you have every ability and right not to be near or with me. I just want you.” You reached a hand up to cup his face, and Garrett leaned into the affection, kissing your palm. “Alright. Fine. But if I spot something I think you’d like while I’m already risking my life, I’m still giving it to you.” You scoffed at his insistence and smiled at him. “Fine, then. A compromise. Now get changed, I promise I won’t look.” You grabbed the other chair by the fire and turned it around, sitting down and doing your best not to break your own promise as you heard him undressing. 

Attempting to undress would have been more appropriate as he surprisingly struggled to grab the straps and buckles of his leather armor. Garrett sighed as he admitted defeat. “I need your help.” “You what?” You chuckled in disbelief. “I need help with my armor.” “Alright then, come here.” He walked around to you and had managed to get a few undone, but it was mostly the ones at his back that he couldn’t get. You grabbed him by his hips and positioned him in front of you, deftly undoing his cuirass. “How did you...” “I’m a lady. I have to wear corsets and the like all the time.” Garrett laughed until you had to pull the strings tight to begin undoing them, to which he let out a shocked gasp and light-heartedly glared over his shoulder at you. 

You finally got everything undone and you gave him a few pats on the back to let him know. What you didn’t expect was rather than him returning to his spot behind the chair to shed his cuirass and continue undressing, he simply turned around to face you and shed it instead, holding eye contact with you the entire time. He was close enough that you could reach out and touch him, but you didn’t want to invade his space. He read your wants through your expression and your eyes and took a step even closer to you, throwing the cuirass aside, bracing himself on the arm of your chair and leaning down towards you, so close your noses brushed. 

“I still need that help, if you wouldn’t mind. Just the top half. I think I injured my shoulder a few days ago. Wouldn’t want to strain it.” Garrett whispered against your lips as he gently coaxed your hand towards the hem of his shirt. He shuddered as your hand made contact with the skin underneath; his eyes cast downward watching your movements. Your eyes, however, couldn’t leave his, that one cloudy blue mesmerizing you. You felt him underneath it all; fit and lean, but not thin. Your mind was eased that your favorite thief wasn’t going hungry like you’d worried so many times before. 

You let your hand trail upwards as Garrett encouraged it, his own hand holding your wrist, fingers stroking along it as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You leant further forward in your chair to reach him, and he obliged you, leaning forward and closing the gap, capturing your lips again. You brought the hem of his shirt up before finally breaking apart to pull it over his head. He looked as good as he felt, his chest covered with sparse and thin hair, most of it gathered in the center of his chest, trailing down towards his waistband. 

Garrett cleared his throat, breaking some of the tension in the room. “I... I’m going to continue changing, and then we can crawl into bed.” You nodded and straightened your back, keeping your gaze ahead of you. 

[santacoppelia]

Do you have any favorite Good Omens fics you would recommend, or have you written any?

Hi there!!!

Oh, dear, I have A TON! I'm not sure if they would be "new", but here I go, nonetheless. I read a lot of AU fics (and I'm writing one), so I hope it's not a pet peeve of yours! I'll try to limit myself and not recommend things that I have seen recommended a lot (like "Factory Settings", "the therapy one with the impossibly long name" LOL, "Slow Show", "Oopsie Omens"... I'll make a couple of exceptions, tho). I also read a lot of WIP's, love angst, hurt/comfort and fluff, and prefer skipping over smut (Not a against it per se, love sexy times with feelings), so my selection is... Very particular. Here it goes!!

Demon and Angel Professors: I adore this series of short fics. There are 200 of them in the collection, they all are 666 words long, and both the guys and the new characters are absolutely endearing. The diversity of the cast was a welcome addition.

Listen, Will You Learn To Hear Me From Afar?: This one is short, a little sad but very, very sweet. Aziraphale starts receiving flowers and poems every three years, after Crowley disappears in Edinburgh. I loved the poetry selection.

Stalwart Sun, Wily Moon: Probably, my first AU and the one that started it all. I'm pretty sure this is one of the "everyone and their grannies have already read this", but I adore the relationships, the way the characters transformed by entering this universe (Crowley being a fantastic art thief with a magnificent taste for clothes was something I never knew I needed). I would absolutely watch an adaptation of this fic to the screens.

Too Wise To Woo Peaceably: This one is, probably, another one of the "everyone has read this fic and I don't care", but I really feel deeply about it and its author. It was a tour the force, with daily posting and the author reading and answering the comments EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. Feral But Fluffy brought me single-handedly into being an active participant in this fandom instead of just lurking in the corners. It's a fantastic continuation from the ending of Season 2, with a lot of angst, hurt, laugh and comfort. And Muriel rings absolutely true in here.

Give A Man A Mask: Another one by Feral! This one is a beautiful seduction game, taking Venice and a Masquerade as the background. Sexy, exciting, and hurtful at the same time.

Postcards From Paris: I find myself absolutely enraptured by the AUs created by Ghostrat (and their illustrations!! I use his AU Streamer!Crowley as my laptop wallpaper), but this one is very close to my heart. One lonely lawyer starts receiving postcards addressed to the previous tenant, signed by one AZF. The concept and execution are lovely. His Streamers AU is also very funny, and the Professors AU (Mon Horrible Cheri) is one of the "must reads with a lot of hits that recommends by itself".

Husband Material: This AU has made me laugh A LOT. Crowley is a wedding planner... And he has to plan the wedding of "the one who got away", Aziraphale. It is still a WIP, and it lights my day whenever it appears in my inbox.

Shepherds of the Damned: an after S2 work, the Crowley recovery arc in this fic had my heart leaping. It is also gripping and full with angst and action. A very noble S3, if you ask me.

Symphony of Second Chances: in this AU, Crowley is a drummer, recovering from a terrible shoulder injury and trying to get back to his place in the orchestra. Aziraphale is the visiting director for the next season... And they are absolutely smitten with each other. A lot of hurt and the sweetest comfort ever (it made me want an Aziraphale in my life more than ever). Still a WIP.

The Anon Before Christmas: This fic was pure happiness and tooth rotting fluff, ideal for December, with a warm cup of cocoa. They are humans and have the nicest group of friends one can ever imagine... But they loathe each other. Of course, one meddling Anathema makes sure to make Crowley Aziraphale's Secret Santa.

To Love The Stars Too Fondly: Another fantastic post S2 fic, filled with love and angst and adventure and all the right things to make it a gripping read, and a GREAT ending. Another take that could be a satisfying alternate canon.

Because We Are Carying The Fire: A horror AU! Aziraphale is a professor with a PhD in parapsychology, and one day he receives a mysterious book. Weird things happen, and he looks for the help of Crowley, a podcaster and self appointed demon expert. It is a WIP, and it really delivers. It is romantic and terrifying at the same time.

And my works!

I've written a short fic, Rebellion, speculating with the causes of The Starmaker's Fall. It came from a prompt imagining "what if rebel angels had been creating alternative lifeforms in the Universe", and it turned slightly dark (because I'm me). I'm also writing and publishing a longer fic, Under The Fold, an AU where AZ Fell and AJ Crowley are journalists who made an exposé that put them in danger and where they will have to use all of their researching abilities to bring justice (and avoid dangers). I've already written 2/3 of it, and half of it is already up, if you feel like reading it!

I enjoyed answering this entirely TOO MUCH. Take all this reading suggestions!

[writingsfromspace]

WIP intro: The middle-aged mages anthology

I had another unrelated idea that fits this universe but isn't a novel, so I guess it is! Officially! Anthology time!

Genre: Fantasy/romance(?) Setting: A modernesque world full of soft magic, used in wildly varying ways Contains: Powerful magic users dealing with silly human problems, Gender(TM), a fair bit of fucked-upness, two instances of [dark and broody x ray of sunshine] and counting Content warnings: Unhealthy relationship dynamics :)

Gender is a magical contruct (WT)

I used illegal shapeshifting magic to “turn” myself into a “woman” and get my straight(?) friend/crush to date me. AITA?

Eirian, councillor on the governmental Council of Mages, has had a crush on his dark (and broody) mage colleague (with a troublesome past) for years. The only problem? Octavius is, apparently, straight... so what's a shapeshifter to do?

The charmsmith

"If someone tries to start shit about how they can buy the same charm on the Waterway for a quarter of the price, just tell them mine work."

Only slightly desperate, Vittorio finds a job offer by the towns best charm-maker that is far too good to turn down: bed and board on top of "frankly I could get paid worse in this economy." At the artisan's hostility, Vittorio doubts he'll get the job - only to learn this is his standard reaction to people, and the exact reason he needs a shopkeep. Moving into his new room and job, Vittorio steals more and more peeks behind the mask.

The verdigris sphinx

"We've been so intimate. After all, what could be more intimate than holding someone’s beating heart in your hand?"

At great personal sacrifice, a great mage has imprisoned an immortal monster's destructive powers. However, it still finds ways to haunt him - until, it promises, it escapes. Mages live long lives... and an immortal has all the time in the world.

Untitled master thief story???

"She can walk through walls, you can shoot through them. You're a perfect match, don't you think?"

When a master thief steals from the wrong someone, an assassin is hired to kill her. If only there wasn't this pesky detective who, against all reason, is determined to bring the thief to court instead.

[This one's still very fresh and needs to incubate, so everything may change :D]

[callm3-q]

WIP

this is just 10 minutes of typing the starhalo thief/night AU :D But I said I would post weekly, so here you go TvT its 400~ words right now, but expect at least 10,000~ when I'm fully finished!

     Tell the king, I dare you darling~

Bad is a little thief, and Ètoiles is a classic above average night in shining armor.

In the kingdom of Sol, run by Tubbo, and princess Sunny. When Bad, the best thief of the country quesadilla, steals something, Ètoiles has to deal with it, but, how? Maybe violence isn’t always the answer, maybe it’s Newley found love.

By the request of a lovely Anon from my Tumblr page <3

[Thief Bad]

[Night Etoiles]

Etoiles!

Yes, my liege

You must go deal with the pesky thief that keeps stealing from the castle grounds

Of course your majesty, if I may ask, what have they stolen?

Mostly furniture, how does one person sneak out so much furniture unnoticed?!

Ah, I will deal with this as soon as possible my liege

Thank you Etoiles

My pleasure

...

…

…

Sol Kingdom, Midnight[12 PM]

Etoiles was standing guard of the front entrance, in hopes of catching the thief in their tracks. He had tried almost all other entrances during the previous nights, most being unless attempts to catch the unknown thief.

…

He was standing guard, still, as instructed, when he heard someone.

Hello! -Bad stated as he used his grappling squawk to dangle upside-down from the roof, inches away from Etoiles face.

Etoiles couldn’t get any words out, all he could do was stair. 

I examined the possible thief in front of me, his hair was long, it was black at the top, then it faded to blond near the ends. He had a sort of cloak on, completely useless in covering anything in the position he was in. He was wearing what looked to be a… Well, sort of like a one-piece swimsuit, but way tighter. He looked strong, not to strong though, I could definitely beat him.

A-Are you the one who’s been stealing all the furniture?

Welllll, I guess you could say that if you really wanted to. I’d say its more, on the liberating side of things.

are you just turning yourself in?

I got bored of never being caught, so I just thought I would tease ya a bit

I could just report you to the king right now

Tell the king, I dare you darling~

…-Etoiles paused as he felt his face getting red, hidden by the mask he always wears. 

Aww, quiet now aren’t ya~ That’s one way to shut someone up, anyways, back to the main topic. A little friendly banter never hurt anyone love~

Well mon chéri, how can you be so sure I will abide, and not tell the king that you were here

tell me, darling, would you do that? Hmm? -Bad said, now on the floor, cupping Etoiles face with his hand.