#NEW CHAPTERS HOPEFULLY SOON

[disrepairhouse]

She's baaaaaaack~

And ready to terrorize a whole new world ;3 (and an old one)

[petite-phthora]

Please don't shake the cat

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 13]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Private chat

RedHood: *picture*

RedHood: this yours???

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Seeing the picture of Ellie clamped onto Red Hood’s arm Danny lets out a sigh while rubbing his forehead. He takes a few seconds to look at the picture while deciding on how to reply.

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Private chat

Danny: you don’t happen to be in Mexico right now by any chance, do you?

RedHood: No.

RedHood: I was out patrolling when I was suddenly bitten by her.

RedHood: Thought it might have been a criminal or stray cat or something like that at first.

RedHood: I was not expecting a feral teenager, but I can’t say this is the first time it’s happened.

Danny: damn, she was supposed to be in Mexico 😕😥

Danny: I guess this is what she was trying to tell me with that cryptic message she sent me huh

Danny: and the stray cat analogy isn’t too far off to be perfectly honest 🤔

RedHood: So you know her?

RedHood: Can you help me get her off? I’ve tried prying but she’s got some sick ass jaw strength.

RedHood: Which would have been pretty cool any other time, but it’s currently not really working in my favor.

Danny: I’m so sorry about her 😓 😓

Danny: we’ve been trying to teach her to ask for consent first

Danny: but it’s still a work in progress 😅

Danny: of course I'll help you get her off!! 😊🙃

RedHood: Great! You’re at your apartment, right?

RedHood: I’ll be there in two shakes.

Danny: please don’t shake the cat 😰

Danny: she’ll get grumpy and might latch on even tighter

Danny: I’ll come to you instead 🙃

Danny: you said you were patrolling, so crime alley, right? 🤔🤔

RedHood: Well, yes, but I doubt you’ll be able to get up where I am right now.

RedHood: Let me at least come down to the ground first and I’ll tell you how to get here.

RedHood: Danny?

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Jason looks down at his unread messages with a slight frown. He puts his phone away and looks back at the teenager on his arm.

He gives his arm a small shake, causing her to growl at him which immediately makes him stop.

Right… No shaking the cat.

Jason lets out a weary sigh before looking down over the edge of the building to the ground below. He’s trying to think of the best way to get down with only one functional arm when a voice breaks him out of his reverie.

“Hey, Hood. I’m here!”

He turns around, slightly alarmed that there’s a second person who managed to sneak up on him tonight.

Damn, he’s getting rusty

Though from anyone whom he had been expecting to see, he had not been expecting to see the guy he messaged a minute ago standing behind him on the roof.

“How did you get here so quickly? And for that matter, how did you even get up here?” Jason asks confused.

“Oh, I flew” is Danny’s casual response, which gives Jason more questions than have been answered. But before he can decide whether he should bother asking for clarification Danny already moves on to the next topic.

“Anyway, let’s see what we can do about this,” he says, approaching Jason’s arm and the girl that’s hanging off of it.

“Good luck,” Jason says, holding out his arm a little better and watching bemused as Danny and the teen have a stare-down.

“Ellie, what did we say about biting others?”

The teen, Ellie, narrows her eyes and growls at him. Danny just crosses his arms and gives her an unimpressed stare.

“Nah-ah, you have to let him go. We ask before we bite someone. It’s called consent. Don’t make me get Jazz to give you another lecture”

It’s clear to Jason that Danny’s attempt at talking to her isn’t working when the teen proceeds to glance at Jason calculatingly before giving Danny a challenging look and biting down harder.

Apparently, it’s clear to Danny as well, as the next thing he does is let out a put-upon sigh before declaring “Well, I gave you a chance. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way”

Danny then grabs a hold of her and tries pulling her off of him.

What is his life? Jason thinks as he’s standing there while Danny tries to physically pull the teenage girl, who decided his arm looked like a nice snack, off of him.

Though luckily for him, it seems to work as not a few seconds later Danny has pulled her off of his arm and is now holding the teenage girl with a bloody mouth up by her armpits.

Danny sets her down with a sigh but before he can speak up, the teen crosses her arms and levels Jason with a sharp look that makes him straighten up.

“Thou winneth this round, Red-Helmed Knight of the Night. Though thou should be prepareth, as the upcoming trials will be even more toilsome” Ellie declares while pointing at him, uncaring of the blood on her face.

“And I,” She points a finger back at herself for emphasis, ”Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms, will—” she gets cut off when a fly enters her mouth.

Danny moves to help her but she holds up a hand to stop him, using her other hand to thump on her chest a few times.

She spits the dislodged fly out onto the floor and glares at it.

“Curse you! Foiling my monologuing once again!” she yells after the fly as it flies off.

Right…

Jason turns to Danny.

“So is she your sister?” he asks curiously. And totally not trying to fish for more information about Danny and his family.

Instead of Danny answering the question though, Ellie cuts him off.

“I’m his love child with the mayor of our town.”

Danny gives her a disgusted look.

“Ellie—”

She looks back at Danny with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Yeah, definitely siblings.

“I love my dads!” she says proudly, her eyes still on Danny.

Danny gives her a deadpan look in response before it changes to a more mischievous one.

“Oh, I’m sure Vlad would love to hear all about how you reclaimed him as a father figure—”

“Oh Ancients, no. Don’t even joke about that” She fake gags at him before turning back to Jason.

“Can I change my answer? I’m his bodyguard” She says, pointing her thumb at Danny.

That makes both Danny and Jason raise an eyebrow at her, though Jason’s can’t be seen through the helmet. They speak up at the same time.

“A bodyguard, huh?”

“No, you’re not, that’s Frighty”

Danny’s statement makes Jason pause and turn to look at him.

He’s got a bodyguard?

Ellie shakes her head happily.

“Nope! I took over the position. My knightly title isn’t just for show, y’know? I earned it fair and square!”

“When did this even happen? And why was I not told?” Danny asks, bewilderment covering his face.

Jason stays silent as he tries to make sense of the conversation.

“About…” Ellie takes a moment to think about it “3 months ago? I think it was when you were dealing with some time chores. And I thought it’d be a nice surprise, so… Surprise!” she exclaims, doing some jazz hands at the end of the sentence.

“What did you even do?”

“I snuck up on him and threw a Fenton Wii remote at his head which knocked him out cold. It counted as a win so I earned the position by right of conquest and gained my knighthood” She says with a shrug.

“Huh… think that would’ve worked for Pariah Dark as well? Would’ve made things so much easier…”

Ellie gives another careless shrug as Danny lets out a small reminiscent sigh. Meanwhile, Jason stands awkwardly to the side.

“Well, either way, I’m proud of you. Do you have a video?”

“Tucker filmed it for me, yeah”

“Nice”

They high-five with grins on their faces. At this point, Jason lets out a small cough which has the Fenton siblings turn around startled and proceed to then give him identical sheepish smiles.

They really look like they could be twins…

“Ah, sorry Red Hood. And again, I’m sorry for Ellie.” Danny says, rubbing the back of his neck with a small blush on his face.

“I’ll take her back home. And uhh… see you next time?”

Jason gives him a smile from under his helmet.

“Sure, if you’re still up for that next date?” Jason trails off with some hope.

His words make Danny’s blush darken.

“Ah uh, yeah! Yeah, of course! The next date! Uhmm, I’ll text you! Or you can text me. That’s fine too!”

Next to him, Ellie rolls her eyes and makes some fake gagging motions. She then grabs Danny by his arm and starts dragging him away.

“Come on, Loverboy. You can and your paramour can flirt later. When I’m not there… and after he’s passed my trials” she says, muttering the latter part low enough that Jason can’t hear. But, judging by the way Danny’s head snaps back to her and how his brows furrow, he did hear.

Just as Jason goes to reply, giving them a thank you and a goodbye of his own, perhaps even an offering to help them get down from the roof, he picks up on movement behind him.

Quickly turning around has him regretting not leaving the rooftop earlier, as he watches the Bats (and birds) land.

Fuck.

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Until then, folks ._.)/\(._.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

pspspspsps sorry everyone but probably no chapter this weekend as i will be traveling tomorrow and handling some work+family stuff for a few days ;w;

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Dirty cop pt3

Content: this one dosnt have Connor in it, just internal angst. A dwelling inner conflict. Back at the squat. Start of an enimes to lovers arc?

My cooling system trembled as I sat, staring out the window.

The events of the last week rang through my circuit board nonstop. Connor. The famous deviant hunter set me free.

I've heard whispers of what he's done in the time sense we interacted. A ruthless detective. Androids self destructied after meeting him, one he even shot.

It baffled me to my very core. He's hurt so many desprate lives. So many innocent people wanting freedom, and he killed them. And yet... of all poor souls I lived? A new feeling ruptured at my theriam pump. Anger, flattery, betrayal, sadness, guilt.

No, rage.

Why did he allow me to live? I've met poor souls who deviated due to terrible happenings. Attacked and tortured with fire, used by their owers, abandoned for newer shinier models left to die. And yet he let's me escape because he got off?

I shivered at the thought of the snow rushing snow outside the abandoned house, snow flakes rushing past and fighting for safety on the ground.

I turned slowly to look at Ralph, he was writing frantically on the opposite wall. He's been at it for what feels like hours. Ra9 written on top of or across other other lines and paragraphs of the same symbol. He's been shaken sense the investigation down the street.

Thankfully, no one came in and investigated the squat but the close call of it all was enough to make him a more nervous wreck than usual. "Ralph?" I muttered. He jumped for a moment, seemingly forgot I was still here. "Yes y/n?" He asks. I squeezed my seat slightly. "I think the man I love is a terrible person." My theriam pump vurred suddenly at the realization.

Love

Do I love him...

Ralph paused for a moment. "Who does y/n love?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. Was love even the right word? I desired him, but... love, I wasn't sure. What would his reaction be if I told him who it was?

"Just... an android I've bumped into a few times." I replied softly.

"... does ralph know this person?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so."

He stayed silent. "Why is he bad?" He finally asked.

I thought. Figuring out how to phrase it. "He puts his... selfish desires over the desperation of others."

"Ralph sees..." he muttered. "Ralph has never... felt romantic feelings twords someone, so Ralph does not understand your struggle, but Ralph has... suffered from selfish, cruel people. If this person is selfish, Ralph would suggest staying away."

I took a moment to think. He was right. I should. I really should, but for some reason, he hasn't swayed me.

"Thank you for the advice, Ralph. I'll try to keep it in mind." I responded.

Pt 1 Pt 2

[dvrcos]

Aaron may be an asshole, but he’s a self-aware asshole with the unfortunate ability to feel sorry for his actions

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[sunsafewriting]

Keep Your Arms In - 1 Do A Flip extended cinematic universe

basically just extra one-shots sets in and after do a flip.

excerpt:

Diego forgets about the lie almost as soon as they leave the grocery store. He’s got other, more important things to think about, like how late he can convince Ava to let him stay up, and whether he’ll be able to get a tattoo like Shannon’s one day. 

Ava’s answers to his questions are, in this order: nine-thirty, and yes, one day, but for now, they can hit the mall kiosk that sells temporary tattoos. 

It’s not until they’re back at Ava’s place, unloading their bags, that he remembers their capsicum. 

“I don’t want to eat that,” he says, wrinkling his nose. 

“Nor do you have to,” Ava promises. “I’m going to try it, though. And you’d better start brainstorming vegetables you will eat, because otherwise you’ll get leprosy. Wait, that’s the wrong one. It’s the sailor one, isn’t it? Scurvy.” She taps her temple. “And Sister Frances thought Pirateology wasn’t an educational text.”

He watches her wash the capsicum, chop a chunk off, and pop it into her mouth. 

“Hmm, okay, that’s not winning any awards from me,” she declares, wrinkling her nose. “Nevermind, you were right. Capsicums suck.” 

“See?”

“It’s no broccoli, that’s for fucking sure.” She pauses. “Should I swear in front of you less? Now that I’m a responsible adult, and everything.” 

Diego shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

That ship has probably well and truly sailed, but they Google it anyway, just to be safe.  

For the next several months, Diego lives a blissfully capsicum-free life. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner at St Michael’s are mostly the same, day in and day out, even if the options have become slightly more nutritional since Mother Superion arrived and overhauled everything. 

When he’s with Ava, they experiment with all sorts of different foods — some he finds he likes and some he finds he doesn’t. It becomes a tradition of theirs. Ava doesn’t have enough money for them to do anything really crazy, but picking out something from the grocery store that neither of them has ever had before is always affordable and always fun. 

It’s still just their thing, even once Beatrice is there, because Ava has never wavered in her promise to keep the things he wants to be just Ava and Diego as just Ava and Diego. But at a certain point, it feels stupid to keep doing it without Beatrice, when like everything else, it would probably be even more fun with her. 

Also, he’s kind of excited to show her their notebook, which is the closest thing he and Ava have ever managed to meticulous record-keeping. 

He presents their ledger while they’re having lunch at Ava’s apartment on a Saturday — the three of them sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room, because Ava maintains that sandwiches shouldn’t be eaten at a table, that such formality is an affront to the spirit of the sandwich. 

“What’s this?” Beatrice asks, when he hands her the notebook. 

“It’s all the different foods Ava and I have tried this year. And whether we think they’re yuck or not.” 

“Writing it down makes it science,” Ava says wisely. “Learned that from MythBusters. ” 

Diego’s dogeared the page of their most recent entry, and Beatrice opens the book there, reads their review of pineapple upside down cake.

“Is it perhaps slightly unfair to penalise the cake for tasting burned when that’s not an inherent quality of pineapple upside down cake?” she asks, dragging her finger across the line where Ava’s written their criticism. 

“It’s like the Olympics,” Ava replies. “Doesn’t matter how good you are, it’s all about what you bring to the arena on the day. We can only judge based on what’s in front of us.” 

“Also, we got distracted making giant soap bubbles,” Diego explains. “And we had the oven on too high.” 

Once they’ve tried something and it’s gone into the book, Diego doesn’t usually think about it too much anymore. There seem to be repeats of things he really loves and not of things he hates, but he doesn’t really, properly think about the fact that this means that Ava and Beatrice remember .

Or, at least, he doesn’t think about it until the day that they’re cooking together.

Ava’s ducked next door to help Camila with her fire alarm, which won’t stop going off, so it’s just Diego and Beatrice in the kitchen. 

He watches, with moderate to extreme dismay, as she pulls a capsicum out of the grocery bag she’s brought with her. She washes it thoroughly in the sink, just like the zucchini before it, and then slices it up. This time, though, rather than dumping all the slices into the bowl, she offers him one. 

“They’re your favourite, yes?” she says. 

Diego’s chest tightens suddenly, unexpectedly. He can count the number of people who’ve ever bothered to learn his favourite anything on one hand without even needing to use all his fingers. 

But Beatrice only thinks capsicums are his favourite because he and Ava are liars and he doesn’t even understand why they lied, but they did, and now Beatrice is being so kind to him, and her kindness is in capsicum form and it’s like God is punishing him for being deceitful. 

The piece of capsicum looks red and evil — but Beatrice is smiling at him, and he can’t let her down, so he accepts it, thanks her, and shoves it into his mouth. 

It’s wretched, spicy and cold. Still, he swallows. 

“Let me know if you want more, okay? Once it’s in this, you won’t really be able to taste it.”

Diego tries not to let the relief show on his face. 

[silluuuu]

2 many sentences sunday

thank u to @chickycherrycola for the tag!! 💪💖 today's snippet is Long and also Long-Awaited - a continuation of Thief in the Night, which I just churned out almost 500 words for today?? like ok sure queen i guess. here's the (real life) intro for one of my most favorite maybe-witches ;D

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“The guest of honor,” she says as a greeting, taking a sip of something purple, sparkly, and evidently not strong enough. She makes a face and pulls out a flask out of her bag, quickly dumping in the contents. The slight pop of red smoke that puffs out of the drink and into the air seems worrying to him, but she doesn’t seem bothered, instead taking a far-more-satisfied sip and licking her lips.

“Nice party trick,” he says, and then: "Did you get your discount?"

She glances at him in - not exactly surprise, more like scrutiny. “We… came to an arrangement," she says lightly.

Soul assumes this has something to do with views or sponsorships or cash - either way, he doesn’t care to know, and he’s pretty sure that she wouldn’t tell him if he asked.

“Do you always read the comments?” she adds, swirling the drink around.

He opts for honesty as he grabs his cheese. “Just kind of… end up there a lot.”

“Don’t feel like keeping your brain cells?” Another red-tinged sip of her drink. “Actually, never mind. Forgot who you were related to.”

Which - fair, but for some reason, being mean about his brother feels like his job, and her doing it feels abrasive. Unfortunately, Wes takes this moment to appear, loudly and extravagantly, from the doorway to their left, to prove her point.

“Is that my two favorite people?!” he demands, sweeping his way over with a swish of his cape - ever the ringmaster. “Kimberly and Solomon - have you met? Are the two of you in cahoots - ha! Hahaha! Are you in cahoots, by the charcoots?”

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massive shoutout to @blackbloodteeth who sent me the 'charcoots' video that inspired that line💀💀💀 also tagging u teeth and also @toweroftunes if u wanna post any thaaaangs <3

[adonis-koo]

thinking about how it’s somehow been eight months since I’ve updated wicked but it only feels like four weeks 😭

[eggcats]

Me, forcing myself to edit what I've written because I've come to the unfortunate realization that this is my OWN au and fic, and if I want updates, I have to do it myself 😭

[hazzybat]

Did anyone have Miha Guštin getting a mention/character on their bongo cards for Monster Hearts? Cause I sure didn't!

Surprise Miha and Martin finally in the main fic lol

[tillykitty10]

Art collection for my Catradora Medieval AU: Tearing Down Castles

Fun fact these are all years old at this point. And they are hand drawn on an tablet because I don't know how to digital art.

Map for the AU here

Spoilers for chapters up to and including chapter 7 below (picture contexts).

First Lord Catra's room

Catra at Scorpia and Adora's grave tree

Adora's scar (adult)

Wedding outfits/reunion

[persephoneflouwers]

Thank you @aquietlarrie for tagging me to share a little snippet of the fic I’m currently working on. Sooo excited to read your “being gay in the 50s” AU 😌 here’s a little extract from my WIP (De amore ex tempore) <3

"Jump! For fuck's sake, Louis, jump!"

Louis looks down curiously at the ground and notices that the backpack is gone. The grass appears greener than it did before; a minute ago there were streetlights in front of him - why is there no light now? His brows furrow.

“Is there a blackout tonight?”

He starts coughing uncontrollably as if water has flooded his lungs. He brings his hands around his neck, feeling like he cannot talk nor scream for help – he can’t breathe.

“Louis, jump!”

And he can’t see, feel or hear anything, but trusts the voice. He jumps.

Then it’s just cold and dark.

Also I tag @lululawrence and @larrydoinglaundry because I’m their first fan and always curious of what they’re cooking. No pressure to post anything tho 🩷

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

FINALLY started replying to new comments on inhaler (after literally 200 days-) and firstly. you lot are sweet as jam oh mygod. secondly WHY IS THE WORLD SUDDENLY SO MUCH BRIGHTER??

[megagrind]

After being out of academia for a month, the urge to read has finally returned, and I’m pleased to announce that I chose to pick up a new book instead of simply rereading the Michael Vey series again