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Drank 24oz of coffee last night and stayed up till 4 working on the facility layout of my wip book's setting.

Am tired and hungry but no regrets.

Progress!

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A WALTZ ALONG A RAZOR'S EDGE

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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Batpham server ship names

Tucker: Don't look now, but Wayne is making his way over. And he's doing that stupid face again.

Sam: Ugh, I do not have the mental strength for this. Did he not get the message last time?

Danny: I had the flu for the last gala, catch me up.

Tucker: That guy is Damian Wayne, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne, one of the wealthiest men in the country. Major Old Money. And he happened to take a liking to our dear Samantha here, after she passionately started ranting about environmental protections at the last gala. Spent the whole night desperately attempting to flirt with her and failing. Failing badly.

Danny: *snorts* Aw Sam has an admirer.

Sam: It's not funny, Danny! He's one of the richest boys in one of the most corrupted and dangerous cities. What do you think that means? He's obviously involved in organized crime!

Danny: Says the richest girl from the most haunted place in America.

Tucker: That's what I said last time-

Damain: Good evening, Miss Manson. Gentlemen.

Danny/Tucker/Sam: *Jumps a foot in the air* Where did you come from!?

Damain: Apologies for the scare. I merely wanted to introduce you, gentlemen, to these two fine people. This is Timothy Drake-Wayne and Stephanie Brown. They were hoping to speak to you two privately while I conversed with Miss Manson

Sam hissing under her breath: He obviously asked them to distract you two to get me alone. It's a honey-pot.

Tim: Hey ;)

Steph: How are you? ;)

Danny/Tucker: You're on your own Sam, I'm not giving up a honey-pot this good

Sam: You pathetic weaklings.

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According to the shipping sheet, Damian/Sam are "Vegan Rights" while Steph/Tucker dont have one. Which makes sense, i think this is the first time ive seen them paired together

Tucker: Don't look now, but Wayne is making his way over. And he's doing that stupid face again.

Sam: Ugh, I do not have the mental strength for this. Did he not get the message last time?

Danny: I had the flu for the last gala, catch me up.

Tucker: That guy is Damian Wayne, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne, one of the wealthiest men in the country. Major Old Money. And he happened to take a liking to our dear Samantha here, after she passionately started ranting about environmental protections at the last gala. Spent the whole night desperately attempting to flirt with her and failing. Failing badly.

Danny: *snorts* Aw Sam has an admirer.

Sam: It's not funny, Danny! He's one of the richest boys in one of the most corrupted and dangerous cities. What do you think that means? He's obviously involved in organized crime!

Danny: Says the richest girl from the most haunted place in America.

Tucker: That's what I said last time-

Damain: Good evening, Miss Manson. Gentlemen.

Danny/Tucker/Sam: *Jumps a foot in the air* Where did you come from!?

Damain: Apologies for the scare. I merely wanted to introduce you, gentlemen, to these two fine people. This is Timothy Drake-Wayne and Stephanie Brown. They were hoping to speak to you two privately while I conversed with Miss Manson

Sam hissing under her breath: He obviously asked them to distract you two to get me alone. It's a honey-pot.

Tim: Hey ;)

Steph: How are you? ;)

Danny/Tucker: You're on your own Sam, I'm not giving up a honey-pot this good

Sam: You pathetic weaklings.

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GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive

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Talking about my sticky note covered writing corner with my younger sibling and wanted to share this funny error i made

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This!

Counting down drawers at work and for some reason the office smells like bathtime when i was 3

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It smells just like this purple coconut scented my little pony doll i used to play with in the bath.

Not just coconut like lotion or sun tanner, it very specifically smells like that waterlogged vinyl horse that never left my tub in 2005

Counting down drawers at work and for some reason the office smells like bathtime when i was 3

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Counting down drawers at work and for some reason the office smells like bathtime when i was 3

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My character whos actually a fear ridden spy.

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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Book binding to me is just such a show of love for a written work. I get weirdly emotional when i see someone do it for a fic they like, probably because i dream of being an author one day. When the creative Youtuber NerdForge bound the series she likes i legit teared up as she showed the author and i havent even read the seires yet.

Someone loved your creation so much that they took the time to print your words and bind them into an actual physical copy they could hold and keep for the rest of their life. Its amazing

Guess what I was finally able to finish??

It’s done!!! It’s done and I am so very tired and ready to put it on my shelves and rest easy!

It’s all bound with real leather in hopes of emulating y/n’s cryptid book! Corner protectors for a little extra dash of fancy and gold foil on the cover applied with a heat pen. The endpapers are some antiqued cotton sketchbook paper for that authentic journal feel. Then a bookmark! Cause every good book needs a bookmark!

The white border on everything was sadly unavoidable as I’m just doing this on my home printer and he doesn’t do borderless printing, but all things considered I am very proud of it and pleased with the end product!

I slapped some of my favorite inside shots in here, including some of Meep’s jawdropping art they so kindly let me include!

Thank you all so much for coming with me on this little adventure and thank you Naff for writing and sharing such inspiring stories. And for all your kind words, they’ve meant the world to me!

Cryptid sightings by @naffeclipse

Fanart by @themeeplord

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i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what

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never believe anyone who tells you that corsetry was Made To Oppress Women. They don't know anything about what we've lost. They don't know about Pockets

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Hardest part of writing is accepting that some people will not fucking get it & you just have to like cope with that because over-explaining it just makes it worse

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I love bringing the ghosts into this, but let me add to it. They might not be the only reason.

Vivisection

The GIW dont pop up until S1E19 so his fears on their front wont have had anything to do with his decision to Reject Tim, although their presence later might influence his reluctance to repair the bond after Tim finds him

But know who have been a threat of vivisection since the beginning, his parents

Whether its a perceived or actual possibility, depending on how you want to write the Fentons, Danny's also had to think of all the things his soulmate would experience his parents doing to him in the lab if they caught Phantom.

Im a sucker for good parents Fentons and i think it would work well with this AU, especially since they took Danny to the hospital after the accident.

But imagine!

In the midst of all this angst happening, Tim maybe already in Amity, we get an accidental Rereal Gone Right (Phantom has the exact same Rejection mark as Danny, even before realizing that bit what does the visible mark on Phantom do for the Fenton's understanding of ghosts? Non sentient, inherently evil, impressions of post human consciousness... with souls?). And for Danny it could be this slight reprieve. Of everything thats been going wrong with his life, his parents aren't one of them.

For Jack and Maddie, however.

Jack and Maddie who could not be more deeply inlove, who clearly are eachother's soulmate, who adore their children.

Having to grapple with not only the fact that they their invention accidentally killed their son but that the fear of them had a part in Danny Rejecting his soulmate.

It might be a reprieve for Danny but its double the angst for the Fenton's

Okay, so, Brain Dead rejected soulmate AU but Danny is the one who rejected Tim.

Let's say in this world that there are many types of soul bonds.

You've got your standard and fairly common First Words and Skin Art.

Then you've got less common things like Shared Dreams, Colorblind Until You Meet, and Red String.

And then you've got the very rare Telepathic Bond and Empathic Bond.

Finally, there's the ultra rare, one in a million, Shared Pain* soul bonds. It helps that the flip side of this particular bond means Shared Comforts**, but still, it is not the kind of bond people hope for.

Naturally, Fenton luck dictates that this is what Danny (and by extension, his soulmate) gets stuck with.

And at first it's fine. Like, bumps and scrapes happen but it's no big deal. Then the bullying starts and Danny feels a bit guilty that his soulmate has to deal with it by proxy.

But, Danny learns how to minimize damage. And the way Danny can feel his soulmate gentle nursing the pains when he can't, indulging in extra comforts for the both of them, makes Danny think that maybe it's okay.

After all, if it was really to much, Danny's soulmate would have already rejected him.

And when Danny's soulmate starts getting a bit more roughed up when they're 13, naturally Danny returns the favor; never wishing to sever the bond, only wishing he could prevent the pain all together.

Then Danny turns 14.

Then Danny dies. But survives.

He cries that night, his soulmate desperately trying to push comfort through their bond while all Danny can think about is how he shouldn't have gone in that portal. He shouldn't have been so reckless. He should have PROTECTED them.

And to top it all off, suddenly he's not just Dash's personal punching bag. No, there's a whole host of ghostly rogues that like to come bother Danny. And maybe it was still okay when it was just ectopusses or Lunch Lady or Boxy.

But as more and more powerful ghosts come through, as the fights get harder and Danny takes more damage, the guilt over what he's subjecting his soulmate to eats at him.

And after Danny meets Vlad, the first enemy he faces that he really can't beat, he makes the decision. This isn't going to end. These fights, these pains...

Someday he's going to face an enemy that is going to grind him into the dirt. That's going to kill him again, probably slowly and unpleasantly, and Danny already subjected his soulmate to one death, he refuses to put him through another.

So Danny mentally reaches deep inside himself, real hands placing themselves above his heart.

Feeling around for the source of that gentle warmth his soulmate is pushing through their bond.

He finds it, grasping with imaginary hands while his real ones clench the fabric of his shirt.

Feels the way the warmth stutters. The sharp jolt of pain on his elbow as his soulmate probably knocks it when he realizes what Danny is doing.

Danny pays it no mind. He holds the bond between then tightly; tears welling up in his eyes as phantom arms wrap around himself, his soulmate's desperate plea for Danny not to do what he's about to.

Danny yanks, physical hands all but tearing the shirt off his chest as mental ones rip the bond from his and his soulmate's hearts.

The last pain they'll ever share comes crashing into him, the distinct Rejection scar crackling across his chest not unlike the Lichtenburg on his arm.

It hurts, but less than dying had.

Then the pain is gone. Or rather, that pain is gone.

The dull aches from the fight with Plasmius throb and a part Danny finds himself missing the soothing comforts his soulmate had provided him, emptiness filling the space they used to occupy.

But another part of Danny, the part that is more ghost than human, swells with pride knowing he has protected his soulmate from Danny's own inevitable fate.

As Danny inspects Rejection spidering out from his heart, a strange hollow giddiness settles in his stomach. It makes him giggle.

His brain notes that if Dash ever sees this, he'll assume he finally succeeded in making Danny's soulmate reject him.

Danny giggles harder.

Not that Danny will correct him. Or his friends or his sister when they find out for that matter. They worry enough about him as is. They don't need to know just how far Danny is willing to go to protect the people he loves.

He's stifling laughter now, trying not to wake the neighbors.

Sitting alone on the roof of Fentonworks at 3 in the morning, Danny laughs until he sobs, then laughs and sobs until he can't breathe, then laughs and sobs and struggles to breathe until a light blue mist comes gasping past he lips.

His hysterics taper of and he lets the now familiar cold feeling of his ghost form spread across his body, pausing only for a second when he notices the new spiderwebbing across the chest of his hazmat suit, just a shade darker than the rest of the black material.

Oh well. It's not too noticeable and if some sees it he can just pretend it was always there. Just like he's going to pretend the emptiness in his heart was always there. Where it belongs.

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Tim is at the Bat Computer desperately searching for any kind of clue who and where his soulmate is.

Of course, Tim had searched before, been searching basically since grade school when it became clear his soulmate was dealing with either bullying or an abusive home.

But Tim's efforts had tripled lately. Ever since that fateful day 4 months ago when he'd practically had a seizure in the middle of family dinner.

It had felt like he was dying, the echos of electric shocks up his arm and into his heart coming through his soul bonds. Followed soon after by the sense of something terrifying and foreign opening up in his chest and forcing its way into every molecule of his body.

Tim is pretty sure he screamed.

It was several minutes before the sensations ended and a strange coldness filled his being. For a minute, Tim was terrified his soulmate had died, until the cold retreated to a place just beside his heart and phantom hands could be felt trying to comfort and soothe.

At the time, Tim thought that would be that. Some kind of terrible accident. A story his soulmate would tell him when they finally found each other.

But that wasn't that.

It started with that strange coldness never leaving the space beside his heart. Then sometimes the coldness would spread, filling his whole body for brief periods of time. Then those periods of time started to come with some kind of pain. A scrape, a bruise, sore muscles.

The kind of injuries Tim got on patrol as Robin.

Which was something he'd not been allowed to do near as much since the aftermath of that dinner when Bruce had learned what kind soul bond Tim had.

"Tim, you can't keep throwing yourself into the line of fire. It's bad enough when you get hurt, but for your soulmate to have to suffer too?"

Stupid Bruce and his stupid rules. Tim and his soulmate had been fine before, thank you very much. And it wasn't Robin that got struck by lightning or something. Tim really isn't sure what kind of accident would result in the things he had felt that night, but electrocution is at least part of it.

But since then, Tim's soulmate had been getting more and more injuries at any and all hours of the day. If Tim had been worried before distressed now. Something had happened and now Tim's soulmate who was already dealing with something before now seemed to be in constant danger. Tim needs to find them, needs to help them, make them safe.

He doesn't look, doesn't take his eyes off the news articles on the screen as a presence appears behind him. No 2 presences. And the elevator dings bringing a third. But Tim keeps scanning articles, looking for some clue about a kid getting electrocuted and a town gaining a young vigilante shortly after.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, gravelly voice speaking in gentle tones. "It's almost 4am son." Tim doesn't respond. Bruce sighs and spins the chair around. Dick and Alfred are both there looking concerned and stern respectively. "It's bed time."

"My soulmate is in trouble. They're not safe. I need to find them. And you're worried about my bed time?"

"You need some sleep, Master Tim. You won't know you've found anything if you're to tired to see straight." Bruce nods and Dick puts on his best big brother face.

"Get some rest, Tim. We can keep looking later."

Tim opens his mouth to argue, but pauses at the strange tugging sensation in his heart. He briefly wonders what trouble his soulmate is in now before he realizes what the almost feeling of hands on his soul bond means.

He gasps and jerks in the chair, knocking his elbow on the arm rest and the warm blanket he'd cocooned himself in to send comfort back to his soulmate off his shoulders.

Even Alfred's expression turns concerned when Tim wraps his arms around himself, trying to convey along the soul bond his plea for his soul mate not to do this.

"Tim?" Tim isn't sure which family member speaks. Can't focus on it as his soulmate yanks on the bond, ripping it and the strange comfortable coldness out.

Tim cries out, three sets of hands immediately moving in to comfort him. Sight and sound turn to static as Rejection burns across his chest not unlike the electrocution had crawled up his arm four months ago.

Then the pain vanishes.

And Tim looks up at Bruce, knows he's got tears rolling down his face, searching pitifully for a father's comfort.

"They Rejected me."

Bruce startles, but quickly stoops down to wrap Tim in a hug and Dick lays a comforting hand on Tim's head and Alfred retreats probably to make something comforting and Tim cries at the emptiness where the bond should be and the now too warm spot beside his heart.

And yet, deep in his mind where gears are still turning, Tim resolves to still find his soulmate, even without the bond, if only to ask them why.

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This was supposed to be a prompt, maybe a premise, but I got carried away.

So now y'all can have this piece of pain I have no intention of continuing. Enjoy!

And since I don't plan on continuing, if some else wants to run with it, have at and have fun!

*Shared Pain in this AU just means soulmates feel the pain, not that they recieve the injuries. So if a soulmate breaks an arm, the other will feel the break, but their arm will be physically fine.

**Shared Comforts meaning that soulmates also share good feelings. So if one person is all wrapped up comfy cozy in a nice thick blanket, the other also feels that warmth. But like with the pain, it's a phantom feeling. Won't keep the soulmate not bundled up from hypothermia.