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by Gustaf Emanuelsson

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The Club of Unauthorized Heroes - Year 2

Fandom: Teen Titans

Pairings: BBxRae, BBxTer, RobxStar, CyxBee

Rating: T

Summary: The ambiguously-named Project Club of Murakami High has established themselves as not-so-secret superheroes for hire. But while the team navigates the pressure of being out in the open and worries that their stint of big missions was just a fluke, a new threat set out to dismantle everything they’ve worked for brews right underneath their noses. [High School AU]

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Chapter 20: March. Friendly fire p.3

Preview:

On the windowsill, Dick said, “Comes with the job, Bee. You do what you need to do.”

Seeing his friends were all safely on the ground, Dick jumped to a choice branch of the tree, swung on it to regain balance, and landed on his feet on the ground.

When he looked up, Bee was glowering down at them. “There’s a back door in the office that leads to a fire escape,” she spat out. “But I guess you wanted to show off.”

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The Club of Unauthorized Heroes - Year 2

Fandom: Teen Titans

Pairings: BBxRae, BBxTer, RobxStar, CyxBee

Rating: T

Summary: The ambiguously-named Project Club of Murakami High has established themselves as not-so-secret superheroes for hire. But while the team navigates the pressure of being out in the open and worries that their stint of big missions was just a fluke, a new threat set out to dismantle everything they’ve worked for brews right underneath their noses. [High School AU]

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Chapter 19: March. Friendly fire p.2

Preview:

Bee didn’t react like he thought she would. She slowly lost her smile as Victor spoke. She looked back at the two boys –it was Garth and someone else, a redhead wearing a sleeveless hoodie- then back at Vic, and raised her chin. “We don’t want your help.”

“What?” Vic gaped. “Why not?”

“Because we’re gonna deal with it. East High’s own Project club.” Bee crossed her arms, stared up defiantly. “I started one.”

“You… copied the idea of the club you heard from me… and now you wanna expel us from investigating?” Vic confirmed, his smile fading, as did his excitement over seeing Bee again.

“I think it’s only appropriate.” Her face got potent with self-righteousness the way he remembered. “This is our turf after all.”

Vic held up his arms. “You know what? Fine. Whatever. I’m not gonna deal with this. Bye.” He began to walk out of the cafeteria.

“Vic, come back here,” Dick called, as he approached Bee. “It’s Bee, right? Look, I’m not here to undermine you. You made your own Project club, I think that’s great. We can help each other out. You know your school, we’ve been doing this longer… We can both do this without anyone stepping on anyone’s toes.” He clapped his hands and smiled diplomatically. “Also, you can’t stop us from doing what we came to do. So.”

Bee eyed him up and down. “I’ll take a collaboration as long as we’re clear who’s boss.”

Me, thought Dick. “Whatever. I don’t care,” he said.

He and Bee shook hands. Both were crossing their fingers in their respective heads.

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Old Welsh lit: Dave punched Steve. This incurred a fine of twelve cattle and a nine-inch rod of silver and is known as one of the Three Mildly Annoying Blows of the Isle of Britain

Old Irish lit: Dave punched Steve so that the top of his skull came out of his chin, and gore flooded the house, and he drove his fists down the street performing his battle-feats so that the corpses were so numerous there was no room for them to fall down. It was like “the fox among the hens” and “the oncoming tide” and “that time Emily had eight drinks when we all know she should stop at six”

Old English lit: Dave, the hard man, the fierce man, the fist-man, gave Steve such a blow the like has not been seen since the feud between the Hylfings and the Wends. Thus it is rightly said that violence only begets more violence, unless of course it is particularly sicknasty. Amen.

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writing is cool because the whole time you do it, you're thinking "is this shit? is this a steaming pile of hot garbage? is this the worst thing ever written by anyone?" and then you literally never find out

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the flesh is unwilling and honestly, the spirit isn't too keen on the idea either

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please listen to albums someitmes youll be amazed at what an artists songs do when theyree in an order they made. for you to listen to. etc

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I was tagged by @cruulsummer

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you’re given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story if you want. But honestly, these are guidelines at best - do what you want.

I’m tagging: @lunarmoment @scorpioaqua @laestrellapanda @raevenlywrites @blushroomx @fiora-miriel

My words to find: Red - Sleep - Writhe - Shallow - Bet - Safe - Look - Anger - Help

Your words are: Intention - Suit - Dark - Smirk - Heavy - Spread - Music - Stop - Alcohol

Red and Help (double whammy because it’s a long bit!) from The Invention of Gravity (a Gravity Falls 1800’s AU that will probably never be finished…):

“What’s your name?” Mabel asked.

“Wendy Corduroy!” Grunkle Stan shouted from the ground. The three looked down. “Get in here!”

Wendy descended from the tree in a series of exact movements that told the twins she’d been slowing down for them before. The twins observed as she ran into the house after their uncle, long red hair mostly out of its cap flowing freely behind her.

The two looked at each other, finding themselves higher up the tree than they’d ever intended, and now alone.

“…How do we get down?” asked Dipper.

Inside, Wendy Corduroy was telling Stan, “I can chop wood, make pegs, I can empty up a mattress and fill it up and sew it back up again with help, I can almost cook on the spit without burning it, and I can clean and shoot a rifle.”

“You’re already hired, Miss Corduroy, I spoke with your papa,” Stan told her.

Sleep from There’s Probably a Moral at the End Somewhere (my Teen titans play-format Fairytale AU, posted here)

STARFIRE: She is floating two feet above the ground. You who know her best, is this how she sleeps?

ROBIN: I don’t even know if she sleeps. I don’t know anything about her. And everything I thought I knew about her was wrong.

I’ve got nothing for Writhe, or Squirm, or Thrash, so I offer you Struggle lol, from a roooough draft of my original story Surot (found absolutely nowhere):

“But if the bathrooms are closed, you can get the key from the hut over there, just ask for Laura…”

I stopped myself. Stella looked kind of jittery and nervous. When I’d motioned to the bathroom she’d dove forth, and now that I’d presented her with a challenge, her eyebrows arched, like she was slightly shocked she’d have to struggle in this way—or like she was calculating she’d spent too long talking to the class freak and was panicking about it.

“Hold on,” I say, and I hold my camera to my chest as I go to the hut myself, all the while wondering why I insist on doing things for pretty girls. It made me feel like a boy. Or like a rough maid from a period drama doing stuff for her delicate ladies.

Shallow from The Club of Unauthorized Heroes Year 3 (yet unpublished):

Dick’s breaths were shallow. His mind was stuck on the here and now. He felt like he should be reviewing the mission—searching for where they went so wrong. But really all he could think about was how much Gar hated hospitals. How annoyed he’d be when he woke up.

Bet from Feral (an entry for BBRae Week 2022, found here):

“That was cool. Quick and clean. Bit sloppy at the end, though. Anyone could see what you were doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The girl’s voice was a grave whisper. Nearly a hiss.

“You chose a good area, too,” Gar went on regardless. “Lots of distracted loaded pockets around. I bet there���s even some left for me.”

Safe from Over Again (my Teen Titans-Miraculous Ladybug AU, first two chapters found here):

He took in her sarcasm and decided to one-up her. “Hm. You tell your crush you like them yet?”

She groaned, all her coolness gone. “I never should have told you about that.”

“But you did,” he reminded her with a big grin.

And she still didn’t know why. How had she told Beast Boy when she hadn’t even told Kori? She guessed she felt he was safe. Kori might try to set her up with Gar if she knew; it wouldn’t take her long to figure out who her crush was. But Beast Boy was detached from her world—he went to her school, but he couldn’t let her know that.

Look from The tide is full, the moon lies fair (my only She Ra fanfic, a Seamista oneshot, posted here):

He laughed, and it rumbled through his chest. “Really. A small fire. Without me needing to be there?”

“Maybe the venue missed you,” she returned, moving away to look at his face—his handsome face with the jaw and the ridiculously sharp moustache and the hyper-expressive eyes. She’d missed the chance to really look at it, before.

She tilted her head up to kiss him, and the whole world fell into place. To come back into his arms after a long time was a feeling she wouldn’t trade for anything.

And finally, Anger from The Club of Unauthorized Heroes Year 2 (which is published here, but not this bit yet!):

Gar looked back and forth between the faces in the car windows. “Jen?” He turned to Terra, whose face turned from anger to panic when he did.

“You haven’t figured it out yet, slug-face?” taunted Mikron. “Are we gonna have to spell it out for you?”

“Figure out what?” Gar returned. “That you’re Hive? We knew that for ages.”

“Do you wanna tell him?” Baran asked Terra. He was clearly having the time of his life.

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The Club of Unauthorized Heroes - Year 2

Fandom: Teen Titans

Pairings: BBxRae, BBxTer, RobxStar, CyxBee

Rating: T

Summary: The ambiguously-named Project Club of Murakami High has established themselves as not-so-secret superheroes for hire. But while the team navigates the pressure of being out in the open and worries that their stint of big missions was just a fluke, a new threat set out to dismantle everything they’ve worked for brews right underneath their noses. [High School AU]

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Chapter 18: March. Friendly fire p.1

Preview:

“I think she’s made it pretty clear that she does prefer to be alone,” said Raven. “If not back when she first walked out on us, then at every single turn when you’ve asked her to hang out and she’s said no.” She punctuated her words by stabbing her fork into her salad.

“Look, I regret showing Terra the score,” said Dick. “I wish I hadn’t. But Raven’s right. She’s made her decision. We can’t force someone to be our friend.”

“I’m not trying to force her to anything,” Gar stated, looking at his friends with a seriousness he didn’t usually adopt. “But did all of us become friends immediately? No,” he answered himself. The others looked to each other, recognizing the truth in that. “So I’m not giving up,” Gar finished, and buckled down on eating his lunch in the last minutes he had left in his lunch hour.

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I was tagged by @astrearl

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story if you want. But honestly, these are guidelines at best - do what you want.

I'm tagging: @katesofheaven , @the-lighthouse-lit literally just do it girl even if I didn’t tag you it’s bc I can’t find you ( KAT SCYTHE IF YOU ARE OUT THERE BABY YOU ARE NOMINATED)

My words to find: Corrupt - Slight - Panic - Glass - Confined - Breathing - Hot - Want - Courage

Your words are: Red - Sleep - Writhe - Shallow - Bet - Safe - Look - Anger - Help

I only have about 13k words published atm so this was tricky… I made the best of it lol!

I just finished up a new chapter of this and figured I’d give it a whirl.

Corrupt (surprisingly don’t have this one. SYNONYM- Villainous):

Galtry’s gaze was mad and villainous. Cold fingers dug sharply into Garfield’s sides.

“How did you do that.” Not an innocent query: a depraved demand.

Startled, Garfield fumbled to speak. His silence only drove Galtry further over the edge.

“How?” He shook the boy with unwarranted force. His jaw clenched in determined anger

Slight (lol nada. SYNONYM- Small):

From behind his back, Garfield revealed his treasures. One small hand grasped an old baseball and the other was sheathed in an oversized raggedy mitt.

Panic:

“Daddy!” Marie’s scream reverberated. Panic frayed in the atmosphere.

Nick got there before the couple, falling to his knees by his mentor. Just as soon as he landed, Garfield fell too. Trying to steady the old man with his shaking hand, he cried out for someone to call an ambulance. Time collapsed and Mark felt helpless to the chaos. Above Marie’s sobs and a wailing siren, the Sun hid his face behind thick black clouds.

Glass:

Dad ran over to the display case and punched through the glass. As it shattered, he reached in to grip the green vial housed there. Then he tripped back to the table, ripping Gar’s pant leg at the seam.

Mom’s shriek curdled in the air. “Mark, what are you doing?!”

Frantic, she drove forward to snatch the tube, but Dad wasn’t letting that happen. In an instant, he shoved his wife harshly to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Marie, it’s our only hope.”

Confined: (nope. I don’t even have a synonym for this but here’s a paragraph about feeling confined [hey you said I make the rules!])

The past month had gone by with aching slowness. Between injections, blood samples, and his mandatory rest, the fidgety boy hadn’t gotten to play much at all. Recently, his days were spent staring at ceiling tiles, counting holes in his mosquito net, and wondering if things would ever be normal again.

Breathing:

He saw the seizure. Saw the way Gar’s eyes rocked far back into his skeleton.

And then, that angel of death, a creeping of sage over his boy’s porcelain skin.

He’d had to turn away, unable to watch the finale. When his son would go stiff and his eyes would dislodge from their sockets.

The noise of hashing convulsions ceased. He felt the ball in his throat rise. And then–

“Holy shit! It worked!”

Mark whipped around to see Galtry staring down at the table in awe. When his gaze fell as well, he was astonished.

Gar was breathing.

Hot:

The young man watching the scene was scarlet. Every detail of this visitor stood out. Soft golden ringlets that bobbed with the tinker of her laughter. Long lashes that fluttered cruelly in time with her blinking. The scrunch of her nose highlighting that dusting freckles across her expression. Rosy cheeks and azure eyes indicating the only sign that she belonged to his mentor.

Oh no. It couldn’t be.

Hot blood rushed to the nape of his neck.

The white of her teeth bit down into those cherry lips.

Lips he had kissed two months ago in a drunken stupor.

Want:

“But if I got married and got a wife then maybe she could play with me!”

The innocence of his claim swelled then stabbed her heart. Little ideas of what love should be: so pure. So sad. Here in the jungle, her son had the greatest backyard on the planet. Space to run and trees to climb. Everything a boy could want. Except for one thing.

What good is a playground with no children around to play?

Courage:

Mark rushed into the scene. Between shaky breaths, he dropped to his knees by his son’s bedside.

“Dad?”

Mark choked on relief as gentle words spilled.

“Buddy! It’s okay. You’re okay, Bud.”

The family cozied close together for kisses and hugs and recounts of young courage.

And for a moment, everything was okay again.

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by Sergei Akulich

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Leftovers

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A Voyage to the Moon (c.1868) - Gustave Dore

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bro listen to this shit.. its called "birds" by Nature from their album Outside