#using the tag anyway

[zarvasace]

🥰😭❓

your choice of wip!!!

Well obviously I'm choosing 🐈‍⬛ :)

(this is a sequel to Blood-Sucker's Guide to High School, in which Shadow is a vampire attempting to blend in with high schoolers and battling a growing conscience)

🥰 a fluff snippet

“Well, that's good, at least.” Vio’s hand scratched at Shadow’s ears, and Shadow felt a little guilty for demanding this attention. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what had caused this ability, and he should be learning to use it, not just indulge.  But Vio didn't seem very put out by it. He had a small smile on his face, so Shadow pushed down his guilt and the bit of shame and leaped into Vio’s lap to facilitate more pets. Vio happily obliged. “You're so soft. This is fascinating—I wonder if this transformation is anything like mine. You don't seem to have trouble moving like a cat.” 

😭 a sad/angsty snippet

Florentin rolled his eyes and started down the porch steps. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Happy Halloween.” Shadow's next words stuck on his tongue a little, but he got them out. “With your visit concluded, your invitation is revoked,” he said quietly, words that tasted bitter in his mouth, and not the pleasant kind of bitterness.   When Shadow shut the door, that little black monster leaped up at him again, guilt and shame and sadness, teeth tearing at his insides. He almost couldn't breathe. He put his back to the front door and slid down to the ground, clutching his stomach. He screwed up his face in an effort to keep his tears on the inside—blood or saltwater, it didn't matter, they'd ruin his skeleton face paint either way. 

❓a snippet of my choice

Low hills rolled in the distance, nearly blue under the afternoon’s overcast autumn sky. What Shadow assumed were farms spread out on either side of the road, dotted with occasional houses, barns, and trees. He could see more mountains in the distance, and a city far ahead. “Outside is not that interesting,” Vio said after Shadow leaned across him again to watch something particularly interesting pass—in this case, a long pole suspended horizontally on huge wheels, with sprinklers spraying from the top. Shadow wondered how much effort it took to move that thing.  “It is if you haven't seen it a million times,” Shadow replied, not moving. “I've only been out of town a few times, and that was always—duh—using the tunnels.” “Those go from city to city?” Vio asked. He sounded curious. “How extensive is the tunnel system?”

[dc-sideblog]

I'm starting WIP Saturdays because that's more manageable for me than WIP Wednesdays. Send an ask and I'll post a snippet

Cryptid Bats

“Stop,” Wonder Woman said. She unhooked her lasso from the clip at her waist. Set it on the conference table. “There is a simple enough answer to this.” “I wouldn’t lie to you.” “Bruce.” Diana took his hands in her own. “I am concerned that you are lying to yourself. You are a rational man. I think you know, perhaps just subconsciously, what is really the truth.” Bruce stared at her. Diana didn’t blink. He unlatched his gauntlet. “This will prove only that I know my own mind.” He wound the rope around his fist. “I am… not human. Anymore.” Oliver wasn’t the only one who swore, then.

Cass and Jason are Twins

“You look just like my brother,” what a fucking prick. No Jason the fuck did not. It’s been four years since Dick last saw him, and during that time, Jason went through puberty, injected a shitton of testosterone into his veins, got dunked in a Lazarus Pit, and started killing people. He grew over a foot taller, put on more than a hundred pounds of mostly muscle, and has war in his eyes now. Even his hair and eyes are different. Dick deserved for Jason to have said worse, honestly. At least he had the good sense not to say that Cass looked just like his dead little brother, true though it may be. “So how do you two know each other, anyway?” Jason asked, just to force Dick to come up with a cover story on the spot. Fuck that guy.

Deaged Batkids

“Wait, no,” Dick said. “We can continue the meeting. I don’t want to delay anything important.” “Robin, that’s kind of you, but this is serious,” Vixen said. “I can handle peace negotiations! I’ve been a vigilante for four years.” “Your people employ child soldiers?” another well-dressed alien asked. “No! No, of course not. Robin here is a… child hero,” the Flash said. “it’s different.” “Very different,” a man with a scruff and scaled armor said. He looked… a bit like Garth. But Garth was twelve. Not… twenty-five? He was also, um. Pretty. Handsome? Garth grew up well and Dick thought his face might be hot.

Blood Drinking Dead on Main

Her interview was conducted with Superman, Batman, and an HR rep.

“So, Dr. Fenton, Arsenal tells me you have experience with ethics in heroism?” Ms. Hofbauer asked dubiously. “Yes, that’s correct. I provided psychological support and mentoring to the young heroes of Amity Park for two years.” “Which young heroes?” Ms. Hofbauer asked. “Phantom and Red Huntress.” She nodded. “How exactly did you support them?” “I offered counseling and advice on problem solving and stress management. I was a sounding board for the issues that came up in their heroic and personal lives. I also subbed in as a supportive fighter on occasion.” “How do you know Phantom?” Batman asked. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid that’s confidential. I will be respecting Phantom and Red Huntress’s privacy as much as possible here. I’m sure you understand; having a secret identity yourself.”