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Moving Blogs

Alright friends, it's been many years and a handful of usernames, but it's finally time... Time that Wyld October is its own blog!

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Everything's all set up, some of my work has been reblogged, and I'm hoping for a more productive 2025 on the writing front! Hell, I've finished a short story already, so that's already more than last year.

For future updates, requests and fics, please come on over. You're all welcome.

Oh, and requests are open! So drop by!

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Your Spiderio fic, Disassemble as Instructed, let me tell you.

Is one of the best fics i ever had read in my 9 years of being a fic reader. I could do a whole essay cherry picking everything that makes it perfect, but all my thoughts and feelings mix in a mumble jumble of disaster that boils down into a high pitch screaming because i'm unable to write a fully coherent paragraph that can convey my feelings.

Needless to say; i giggle, i screeamed silently, i even fucking teared up at some point. My feelings are so raw regarding your work, your piece of art, that i couldn't stay still and needed to search u to express so. I want to bless your brain and hands for doing a such exquisite and excellent piece of art- because it's art, Wyld. It's art. I entered into this hole called Spiderio a few days ago, and been eating every media of it, but yours? It felt like i had a meal created by the best chef in the world who served it in a plate made of gold and exotic birds sang along during every bite- WEIRD WAY TO SAY IT I KNOW, I'M FEELING SO MUCH MY BRAIN IS MELTING AND I'M SLIGHTLY TREMBLING TBH-

Either way, i thank life and destiny because it let you to write this piece of art and it let me be able to enjoy it at it fullest. Best spiderio fic out there, my number 1, 10/10 i will hyperfixate on it the rest of the month and maybe year. Thank you so much.

It's not every day someone hunts me down from Ao3 to tell me they liked a fic and honestly, this almost brought me to tears. What a sweet message! And I know who you are because you've been leaving these lovely comments on Disassemble for the past few days.

Thank you dear reader! Thank you for reading this story for loving it, and for telling me so! It's people like you who keep me writing when I'm on the precipice of self-doubt.

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Brujay prompt: “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Pt. 1

9:58PM [ Send me your location. ]

10:01PM [ seaside motel. couple miles outside the city. ] [ y? ]

10:05PM [ I'll be there in twenty. ]

The drive was uneventful. Somewhere halfway, he'd sent a text while waiting to slide through the tollbooth, asking for the room number. Jason gave it to him.

Bruce stepped out of the car and into the motel parking lot, heat thrumming in his veins.

He could still turn around. There was time for him to get back in his car and return to Gotham, pretend like this hadn't happened. If even one person crossed his path, he might. The presence of another person would break the tenuous, selfish thread he'd bound between himself and the object of his affections.

The door to room 212 opened after three rapid knocks.

Jason didn't seem surprised to see him. He stood there in nothing but a pair of cotton sleep pants, posture a lazy slouch. He'd dried his hair, left the shock of white to curl across his forehead. The motel air conditioning rattled, wafting the scent of cheap soap and gunmetal off of him.

Bruce found himself staring at the neat scar bisecting his chest. The Y-incision should have filled him with familiar, crushing guilt. More proof of his greatest failure, forever haunting him. Should have. All he wanted was to press his teeth to the raised skin and thank every god he knew that Jason was alive.

After several long moments, his eyes swept up and when he met Jason's gaze, it stole his breath away.

His eyes were blue fire, an inferno hot enough to put Hell to shame. The firestorm ringed pupils large with unabashed desire, want written plainly in his stare. There was a flush tinting the sharp arch of his cheekbones, threatening to spill down his neck.

"I take it that Harper isn't here."

Jason's tongue darted across his lips. His mouth turned up at the corner in a familiar, cheeky grin.

"Photos weren't for him anyway," he said all too casually, as if he hadn't just cut an artery before a starving predator.

Bruce physically felt his self-control snap.

He palmed Jason's nape, noting the tension in his shoulders appear and disappear just as quickly. Years of vigilance overpowered by a truly staggering amount of trust. That alone felt like enough to cripple him.

Bruce dragged him in close. Jason's breath stuttered. He grabbed at his forearms, calloused hands gripping wrinkles into the fine fabric of his suit. They were close enough Bruce could almost hear the rabbit-fast beat of his heart and smelled the mint of his toothpaste.

His free hand found Jason's hip, slotting his thumb into the space right above the bone like it was a pressure point made for him. His wayward disciple listed forward, mouth open and eyes lidded.

Bruce hummed.

"Have you kissed someone before?" he asked, equal parts curious and teasing.

Jason made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, squeezing his upper arms almost painfully hard.

"Course I have," he muttered gruffly. "Takes a guy a lotta courage t' try an' seduce Batman, y'know."

"Is that what this was?"

"Bruce."

Something in him fractured at the sound of his name in that desperate tone. He'd never heard Jason like this, breathless and needy.

Bruce kissed him like he meant to eat him alive.

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Brujay prompt: canonverse and jay sends Bruce nudes by accident.

9:31PM [ those were fr roy ]

Bruce drew a breath in between his teeth.

There was so much to unpack from those last two messages.

Jason was an adult, Bruce was long past acknowledging that. The scrawny boy he'd met in Crime Alley had disappeared nearly a decade ago, even before he'd met an untimely end. There was a difference between knowing and seeing, though.

Objectively, Bruce knew he'd grown. More than a handful of times he'd caught himself lingering on the inch or so between their heights, or the broad expanse of his former Robin's back. All the youthful fat around his cheeks was gone and he'd put on the kind of hard muscle that came from years of manual labor. Bruce had eyes. Jason Todd was a good looking man.

He looked even better in the photos he'd meant to send to Roy fucking Harper.

They weren't artful shots. Tilted pictures snapped in a bathroom mirror Bruce didn't recognize. Bad lighting, slightly unfocused, clearly an afterthought.

Jason's skin, pink from the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His defined chest littered in a patchwork of scars almost framing the clean cuts of a Y-incision down his torso. A trail of dark hair dragged the eye down his stomach to the hem of the towel around his waist.

In the second image, the towel was gone.

Bruce's computer monitor finally winked off, neglected in favor of his phone. Try as he might, he couldn't stop staring at those two damning messages. Years of self-restraint and denial fractured under the weight of simple jealousy.

Minutes had passed. Did Jason text Harper after he sent that second message? Had he sent him the same pictures? Was Harper on his way to wherever Jason was now, perhaps there already, in the same room?

Something possessive and ugly began to claw its way out of Bruce's chest.

Pt. 2

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Drabble Requests are Open

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Outcast/Runaway Sentence Starters

Suggested by lxnked-memorxes, who wanted some outcast vampire prompts (the idea has been made slightly vaguer than the original so that others can use it too).

“Have you told anyone? About what/who you are?

“If they find out, we’re both dead.”  

“Maybe we’ll just, I don’t know, run away? Live in the woods? On the moon?”

“Shh! Hide! Someone’s coming.”

“I never thought I’d meet someone else just like me.”

“The down side is, now we’ve got to take care of each other, not just worry about ourselves.”

“I can’t protect you! I can’t even protect myself!”

“You know, if we’re seen together, we’re both going to get killed.”

“I’m not sure what I prefer: being killed or being thrown out into the wilderness.”

“If we found a way to escape, would you consider it?”

“Just act normal. Don’t do anything suspicious, and they’ll never know.”

“I’ve been hiding who I am for a long time. Trust me, you get used to it.”

“Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?”

“You can stay one night. But that’s it. In the morning, you better be gone.”

“You’re one of them. Aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re here. But you can’t make a scene.”

“How do you do it? How do you blend in to everyone around you?”

“I already know what you are. Now get the hell out of here before I call for them to take you away.”

“Please, trust me, I’m not like they say I am!”

“They’re looking for you.”

“They’re looking for people like you.”

“You can’t let them find me. You know what they do to people like me!”

“We can’t hide forever, you know.”

“Why are we being punished? Just for being born?”

“I don’t think we’re the problem. I think the problem is they don’t understand.”

“I can prove to you that the rumors are all lies, just give me a chance.”

“We’re not as horrible as they say we are.”

“I saw what they did to someone just like me, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to happen to me too.”

“I don’t care who or what you are, I still care.”

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It's been a mess of a year. So maybe I want to indulge myself a little.

I'm looking for any ship events or servers for any of the ships tagged on this post. I'll also be open for drabble requests shortly for my known ships and the ones tagged!

I'm absolutely terrible at finding people so sorry for this awkward addition to your tags.

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OH MY GOSH OH MY GOODNESS AAA !! ! ! !

Look at this, look at this! It's just how I visualized it when I was writing leave your mark on me !

Thank you so much for this gorgeous little animation, I'm so touched that my fic was enough of an inspiration to spark creativity ;; v ;;

short Ju-Crow animation for the fic "leave your mark on me" by WyldOctober on AO3 (companion fic plucked and preened by qynntessence!)

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it is just me, this manuscript, and a half-finished Penumbra Podcast AU fic against the world

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leave your mark on me

series. The Penumbra Podcast

rating. T+

ship. Peter Nureyev / Juno Steel

summary. 

There was a bird on the back of Juno's wrist. A crow, more specifically, inked in shades of black on his dark skin. As they both stared, the bird fluttered out from under the sleeve of his coat and alighted on the back of his palm. 

"What a lovely mark," complimented Agent Glass. 

He lifted Juno's hand, adjusting their former handshake so he could observe the bird. The crow regarded first Glass, then his gloved fingers, then promptly attempted to peck at them.

status. COMPLETE [ 3 / 3 ]

tags. Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, That move!, Episode: s01e01-02 Juno Steel and the Case of the Murderous Mask, Getting Together, Romantic Fluff, Speed-running the alcoholic recovery process, Canon-Typical Violence, Juno stop getting injured challenge

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a city most shadowed ( Pt.2 )

theme. Urban Fantasy / Supernatural Creatures @/dicktimweek

series. Batman ( Comics )

rating. T+

ship. Dick Grayson / Tim Drake

summary. 

status. COMPLETE [ 2 / 2 ]

tags. AU - Vampire, AU - Dark, Investigative Reporter Tim, Case Fic, Vampire Turning, Murder, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Families of Choice, talk of marriage, Eat the Rich (literally)

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for drabble requests: dicktim and "moonlight"?

Tim stumbled back until his shoulders collided with the building behind him. Usually, a solid wall at his back offered some level of comfort. He just felt trapped at the moment.

Dick-- or, the thing which had been Dick Grayson some five minutes prior --watched him with wide golden eyes. It was difficult to make out the shape of him in the Gotham darkness. He was all fur as black as pitch, so the only truly visible parts of him were those haunting eyes and his mouth, when his lips peeled back from canine teeth.

Not an hour ago, Tim was fighting off twenty odd men in the midst of machine gun fire. Barely broke a sweat. But now? Looking up at some wild creature where his partner used to be? Pure, animal terror.

He should have run.

Dick felt the turn coming. Didn't have the wolfsbane on him, couldn't get back to the manor in time--

The wolf growled. Tim stopped breathing.

He was only aware of movement in the bobbing of Dick's luminous eyes. Like his natural color, these irises too were a startlingly bright example of their shade. Some part of Tim, buried under the fear, was transfixed.

A beam of moonlight cut through the scaffolding and fire escapes, knifelike in its precision as it fell across the space between man and beast. When the wolf crossed it, Tim saw him fully for the first time.

Dick was a wolf the same way a shark was, technically, a fish. The limbs were too long and gait wrong, the shape of his chest too human for a wolf. When he opened his jaws, breathing hot, damp air over Tim's face, the teeth were wolf and the tongue human.

The wrongness of the creature in front of him was undercut with a tremor of something else Tim didn't want to think about. Something that made his insides twist and his mouth dry. Not unlike when he watched Dick leap from somewhere far too high, only to catch himself at the last moment.

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girl, help i'm having long fic ideas i know will end up having me drenched in blood and crawling on the ground to stay committed for but i can't stop thinking about them

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Requests Open!

In between longer pieces, I'd like to do some drabbles. So once again! I'm opening the askbox!

Please drop a ship and a small prompt ( just a word is fine! ) in an ask and I'll get to it as soon as I can.

Fandoms and ships I'm writing for are in the tags.

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Brujay prompt: jay is a tattoo artist and Bruce is going in to get an ex wife’s name covered up

“Y’know, I should make you keep this shitty thing.”

Jason scowled at the linework scrawled sloppily in the margins of Bruce Wayne’s otherwise intricately inked torso as if it personally offended him. Which, in point of fact, it did. Most of the complex lacework of geometric and gothic design was his handiwork, after all. 

“Seriously,” he groused, adjusting the stencil before laying it flat on the man’s skin. “Who the fuck lets their ex tattoo them?”

“Selina is an excellent artist,” Bruce winced. “When sober.”

“Yeah and you’ve usually got more than three braincells to rub together.”

“It isn’t that bad.”

Jason stood and swung his leg over the casual spread of Bruce’s knees. The man’s expressed only mild interest, even when the tattooist slapped both hand down on his forearms, looming over him.

“Babe,” Jason intoned. “It could be the fuckin’ Mona Lisa, but you got it drunk with your ex-wife.”

Bruce blinked, slowly, the way he did when his brilliant mind wasn’t moving at its usual clip. Recognition dawned.

“And now I’ve asked my fiancée to fix it.”

“Yeah.”

“My fiancée who knows I adore him and trusts that Selina and I are only just good friends--”

“Uh-huh.”

“But is still fairly pissed at me.”

“Bingo.”

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URL Change

orsa-verba > the-wyld-october

Name has also changed on Ao3 and FFnet c:

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So NaNoWriMo has reminded me that I do, actually, write words.