#it's a bit of a longer oneshot for me

[treescape]

Six Sentence Sunday - The Generals' Secret

This is from a oneshot I've been working on for ages in which Anakin stumbles across a book that's basically published fic of him and Obi-Wan and obviously can't help but read it. Slightly more than six sentences, but:

He knows it’s a bad idea. It would be a bad idea even if he hadn’t been in love with his former Master for years, hadn’t longed for Obi-Wan to look at him the way the man on the cover looks at his lover. For as long as Anakin can remember, Obi-Wan has been telling him that his recklessness will get him into trouble, and somehow, this feels about as reckless as it gets.

Just a peek, he tells himself. He’ll take just a peek, just to satisfy his curiosity, and then he’ll try to sleep.

His mouth inexplicably dry, he opens the file. He figures he’ll just scroll around a little, maybe pick a random page, see if anything catches his eye. He’ll—

Cheeks flushing with a suddenness that leaves him almost lightheaded, Anakin can feel his eyes widening as his eyes catch on the words before them.

[petite-phthora]

This yours?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 12]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Somewhere else, in a seemingly abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a dark cloak plots.

In front of them is a whiteboard. It’s covered in pictures, sticky notes, and illegible texts. Some of the notes thrown about that are legible are ‘fight…’, ‘draw blood.’, and ‘DEATH!!!’.

There’s a crude stick figure drawn in the corner of the board, it’s impaled. Other small doodles can also be found all around the board.

Most of the information and pictures are connected by red strings, like you see in movies.

In the middle is a picture of 2 people sitting on a motorcycle, the arms of the person sitting in the back are around the waist of the person sitting in the front. The picture has some arrows pointing towards it and the people in the picture are very obviously circled.

Though the face of the person driving the motorcycle is obscured by their helmet, the other person seems to be heavily blushing and grinning broadly.

“Yes… yes! That’s it! I know what to do…” They seem to be speaking to themselves.

Quickly, the person scribbles down a barely legible ‘sacrifice!!‘.

They start cackling.

“Mwuahaha!”

It’s an evil laugh they’ve been working on for quite a while now, and they’re pretty proud of it.

However, the effect is slightly ruined when a fly enters their mouth, cutting off their cackling with choking as they gasp for air, grasping at their throat.

A few good thumps against their chest, with some coughing out their lungs, helps them dislodge the fly from their throat and they spit it out on the ground. They take a few deep breaths before straightening up again.

“Curse you” the person exclaims, angrily waving their fist at the fly as it flies away.

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Bruce’s face gives off nothing as he stares at the streets down below. He’s dressed as Batman, crouched at the edge of a building with Damian by his side as Robin. Spoiler, Black Bat, Nightwing, and Red Robin are further back on the rooftop.

They watch in silence as another group of the Joker’s goons passes by. They’ve been all over the city, wandering around, not doing anything obviously illegal.

They don’t stay in one place and they don’t seem to have much of a purpose. No attacks… No stealing… No smuggling or transport of goods… No, instead they’re inspecting every single inch of the city.

They don’t seem to have any weapons on them. All they’re carrying on them are some flashlights. While most don’t give anything away with their body language or expressions, some seem to give off a bit of anxious energy.

Spoiler claimed she even saw some of them climb down into the sewers earlier and then climbing out again sometime later somewhere else, but this time ‘dejected and stinky’.

One thing seems clear to the Bats.

They’re searching for something… or someone.

“This basically confirms that not even the Joker’s henchmen know where he is. He’s missing.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing”

“Good… thing?”

“It’s… something. That’s for sure.”

“We don’t know if he’s really missing. For all we know it could be a trap. What if the Joker is hiding, pretending to be missing to have us bring our guard down? Besides, how could he be missing? He’s the Joker. No one’s just gonna kidnap him”

“For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere”

“I highly doubt that”

“Everyone, focus” Bruce speaks up, having them draw their attention to him.

“It’s unclear whether the Joker is simply hiding away or missing. Instead of focusing on the why, we need to focus on the where. Missing or not, we need to find him and get him back to Arkham. Oracle, have you managed to find out anything from the footage yet?”

“Nope, still nothing. All the files from the moment he enters Crime Alley are wiped and any attempt at recovering them only brings back corrupted files.”

 “We need Red Hood. Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He still has his phone on silent and he has removed the trackers and cams. We haven’t placed any new ones on him yet”

“Let’s visit him on his turf then. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious in the meantime. Oracle, try recovering the missing files. If that doesn’t work, go back to the breakout footage. Perhaps he left some kind of clues about his plans or whereabouts behind there.” Bruce states.

“Roger that.”

---

Red Hood has his arms by his sides as he gazes down upon the street below from the rooftop of a random apartment building in Crime Alley.

He’s lucky to have avoided the Bats so far. But he doubts his luck will last for long.

Red Hood stiffens as he suddenly feels something clamp down on his arm. As a reflex, his other hand has already drawn his gun.

He slowly raises the arm he felt something clamp down on and looks at it, only to make eye contact with a girl with black hair and blue eyes who has sunk her teeth into his arm and is now hanging off of it.

The teeth are sharp, as the girl seems to have some small fangs. They’ve gone through his jacket and sunken into his skin.

It doesn’t really hurt all that badly though, probably hasn’t even drawn much blood, and that’s one of the only reasons Jason hasn’t flung the kid off of him yet. Another reason is the fact that it’s a kid.

They both stare at each other for several seconds.

As Jason takes her appearance in, he notices that she seems rather familiar. In fact, she looks like a more feminine version of Danny, or if Danny had a twin.

The person hanging off of his arm looks younger than Danny though, probably a teenager around 13 or 14, if he had to make a guess.

Slowly, he puts his gun away and takes out his phone with his other hand, watching the random girl’s eyes follow his movements. He raises it level with her face and snaps a picture, quickly sending it to Danny and ignoring the girl’s curious gaze while she’s still hanging onto his arm by her fucking teeth.

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Meanwhile, Danny checks his phone to see Red Hood sent him a message. He opens it and is greeted by a picture of Ellie in human form biting down on Red Hood’s arm with the caption ‘this yours???’

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇

   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

[iridescentis]

I know it's hard to believe that Jack and Eric would go 15 years without talking and it would be lovely to imagine them getting together during their college years while the show is still running but honestly

I love the idea of them finding each other 15 years later - adults with fully developed lives, dealing with big issues they both buried for years, dealing with the fact that it's so easy for them to just slot back into place after all that time, because it feels raw and real in contrast with a lot of the idealism of the show

Having such a strong relationship be torn apart then built back up as adults is such a real experience, and I think they both deserve something that takes work and isn't easy, because both of them have been handed a lot, and it would be a really interesting to explore that alongside the canon timeline

[duckduckngoose]

Can my dnd character PLEASE stop evading every attempt at me trying to either develop her backstory or just anything

[nv-writing-archive]

Not sure how well of a story this would make, but I always remember my favorite Town of Salem moment. It's resulted in one of my favorite screenshots of any game ever.

To recap: I named myself "Guard", rolled RT Bodyguard in classic (so I got the only RT slot, and then happened to roll Bodyguard), and then, on the literal very first night, died taking down the Serial Killer. I was literally the perfect Bodyguard. Perfectly optimal. A Bodyguard named Guard who literally instantly died killing one of the biggest threats in the game. I don't remember much else about this game (town won, I'm pretty sure) but the sheer high of this one moment has stuck with me for years.

a sacrifice worth remembering

Rating: Gen

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Relationships: None

Characters: Bodyguard, Serial Killer, Background Characters

Additional Tags: None

Word Count: 400

"Who's that guy?" one of the townsfolk murmured to the person beside her, unable to get her eyes off the brooding stranger that stood at their opposite.

"The Guard," he could only shrug as she looked at him weirdly. "Don't ask me. That's what they said their name was."

That's what they chose to be called. There was no point in making a name for themself.

When they would later stand at the doorstep of a stranger that they knew not a thing about, they had already resigned themself for a cause that would mean their life.

They have heard a hundred stories in their lifetime about how people are only relevant in death, and in death about how they are slowly forgotten.

The thought was always horrifying to many. In fact, they would be lying if they said they weren't terrified of death, but they were honest when they said they weren't scared of dying.

Before they could knock on the door, they heard suspicious rustling from a corner of the house, and without thinking twice, they immediately went to investigate.

That's when they saw him. He was wielding a knife on one hand while the other tried to unlock the window, and he was staring at them like a deer caught in the headlights.

It was often a thankless job— being a bodyguard that is.

The last thing they saw before they died was the shocked face of the homeowner at the window, and when they came to the trials that morning as a ghost, they watched in awe as she placed some lilies where they once stood.

"That's funny. They were actually a bodyguard," she had said at one point. "I don't know your name, but I will always remember this moment. Thank you."

Nothing can compare to the euphoria that came after. Whether it was the praise or their purpose fulfilled, for what it was worth, they didn't need a name.

"That's the last of them!" she, the town's sheriff, would later announce. It had been a week since. "Salem! We won!"

Salem celebrated their victory with cries of relief.

"Hey." She walked over to the lilies she'd replaced when they wilted, but instead of looking at the flowers, she looked right at them. "This one’s for you, and it’s because of you."

Being happy for oneself is enough, but they certainly didn’t mind sharing that.

[idkawhumpatall]

i see youre hypothermia-ing?

I very much am hehehe

[joan0art]

Dreamling

And then, looking at Hob, he realised that for the first time in ages, he genuinely wished to live. Not just to fulfil his duty but to truly live, and enjoy himself. He smiled softly. Maybe that was all there was to it, maybe he could just be happy with his friend. But then he remembered what he really was. He had a function to perform But in that brief moment he allowed himself to dream for a little longer.

[bonestrouslingbones]

goddammit all that LV worldbuilding has lead me to creating a scene in my head that now has me wondering if i have to put a plot-important sex scene in what will be a main-storyline arc instead of a fade to black or disconnected easily-skippable oneshot

[altruistic-meme]

here, you guys can have a snippet of this little whatever that i’m writing bc im up too late for someone who also has to wake up early <3

“Can I get a regular iced coffee in the biggest size you have?”

A wave of mischief washed over Wilhelm as he watched the other fidget by pulling his sleeves over his fingers. “Sorry, we stop serving iced coffee at 9pm.”

“Oh! Okay, sorry, um-” The guy shifted, looking apologetically up at the menus again before looking back to Wilhelm as he let out a giggle.

“Sorry, I’m joking, yes you can get an iced coffee,” Wilhelm apologized, ringing it up on the register. A soft, breathless laugh came from the other and Wilhelm looked back at him. Oh, Wilhelm had thought his eyes were stunning before, but his smile was radiant. “Can I get you anything else?”

[torchickentacos]

ursa wip. drawing during powerpoints hour. feeling atla-y lately. annoyed at proportions but fuck it we ball, if I try to make it perfect I won't end up making it

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

Ah

That moment when you have at least 5 drafts. And are working on a oneshot.

And are lacking motivation.

But you really want to write it all.

But your brain says "only daydream, no write".

So you suffer.

ANYWAY-

[tired-spider]

I'm realizing why it might have been a bad idea to write my first long campaign using a game system I've never written a oneshot for.

[taedeco]

the one shot i'm writing is taking longer than i was expecting TT i was reading it over when i thought i had finished but i felt like so much was missing so now im adding more scenes c:

hoping to get it done before thursday, maybe even tomorrow

[grassbreads]

I finished the draft of my professor Xi Ping Tai Sui fic, and it is. over 8k.

[sollucets]

would. it be fine to make tsfos3 a chaptered fic even though it does not have what i would consider to be, like, a plot. is that... allowed