Ditty. Adult. Horror Lover. Medicore Writer. Not the Slurm Queen. Forever determined to lick the lid of life and a big believer that all things work out in the end because the world is built on that principle.
Hello! I'm Ditty 👋 18+ ⛔️ and I'm a great believer in kindness as a basic courtesy. A very casual fic writer, i'm open to request as I love both sfw and nsfw/kink content. I am a horror film fanatic and I'm really just here to indulge my interests, chat absolute shite, and have a good auld giggle.
Fandoms I will write for: DC Comics, Gotham Rogues, Resident Evil, Outlast, Sandman, Devil May Cry, Soulsborne Games, Marvel, Hannibal, Star Wars, The Boys, Peacemaker, Fallout etc..
Have you ever thought about how well outlast primes would fit into gotham?
I think lots about outlast x batman...
there's so many Factors to this that my Autistic Mind finds it so Imposing I just keep imagining Gotham exploding somehow
Like WHOOOO is Batman encountering first bc that Matters, like Liliya is giving just a way more intense Azrael so like. HE COULD DEAL WITH THAT DECENTLY WELL but like. Everyone else is So much. I think Poison Ivy would get one look at the Kress twins as they dump a bunch of Horrid Chemicals into the harbor and create some kind of massive spore bomb to finally Level Gotham for the sake of Earth remaining safe
And since Liliya is so volatile I think the only PA I could see not just totally wigging out on a Batman Rogue is Gooseberry and I like to think she encounters Mad Hatter and they have a very silly time together
I HAVE PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT INTO THIS AND I CAN TELL YOU FIVE THINGS!
1) Harvey Dent is going to personally kill Leland Coyle because Coyle is gonna fashion himself as justice and Harvey is gonna blow his racist/rapist skull off with his magnums.
2) Mother Gooseberry and Dr. Futterman are going to meet Arnold Wesker and he's gonna be so happy for him and Scarface to meet another puppet until Dr. Futterman opens his mouth and then all hell breaks loose.
3) The back and forth verbal sparring between Franco Barbi and Black Mask is going to invent slurs the world has never known and will never know again. Pure fucking haaaaaaaatred.
4) Otto and Aurora are going to have a really shit time because even Gotham City with all it's monsters doesnt *do* incest. They're gonna have to find their niche.
5) Jonathan Crane will seek out Liliya Bogomolova to see what she's about and she will make him chop his own cock off within two working days.
Now that Crane and WG have got closer, would they ever go on a trip together outside of Gotham? Or would that be too intimate for poor Jon 😭😂
Funnily enough, I am working through Part 17 (The Project) at the moment but the next chapter is going to be called Part 18 (The Overnight) because I was 100% planning on having Crane and WG taking their show on the road outside of Gotham. Loose premise is that WG books an overnight in Blüdhaven to celebrate Crane's birthday and the fic will follow how they navigate the trip both physically and emotionally xx
Summary - Almost a year having passed since their last meeting, Edward finds himself in need of information and knows exactly who to turn to. However, as always, nothing in life is free. (1.4k)
As always, this fic has been created in collaboration with the ever amazing @laxi0v0 who has crafted a stunning art piece to match on tumblr and b-sky xx
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“I have to admit, when I claimed to be looking forward to whatever performance you were planning, this is not what I expected in the slightest.”
Ras’ voice was as even as ever, but his face did nothing to hide its interest as he remained cross-legged on the floor of his private quarters and gazed at Edward’s figure where it stood before him. His wrists and forearms still bandaged from his earlier spar that morning, the white coverings were the only fabric to cover his body outside of the loose, stony harem pants which clung to his lower half.
“My ability to remain an enigma is integral to my whole shtick.”
At total ends with Ras’ simplicity, Edward’s costume was a work of art and something which he had slowly custom-ordered and pieced together over the course of the last month since Ras had agreed to this little meeting.
The beautiful swaths of emerald and purple chiffon which covered his legs were slit in multiple places, allowing for peeks and glimpse at Edward’s outer thighs at the slightest movement and the ends were cuffed in gold at his ankles. Golden and glittering, the thick belt which hung on his hips was encrusted with costume emeralds with the largest being reserved for the very centre which hung below his belly button.
Jewellery covered him, from the delicate golden circlet which hung in his dark hair to the bangles which circled his wrists like a lovers’ touch. However, the centre piece – in lieu of a more traditional embellished bra – was a stunning emerald necklace which was so gaudy and intricate in its opulence that it felt heavy against his neck where each little droplet sat against the skin.
It was, simply, stunning. Every aspect designed to accentuate the natural hues of Edward’s colouring and custom designed to fit against his body with perfection. It had been expensive but, if Edward gained the information which he so desperately sought from this meeting, then it would pay for itself in spades.
“Indeed.” Ras replied after a moment, his eyes slowly drinking in every aspect of the teasing meal placed before him.
“I am a prideful man, so telling me that you expect a performance puts me in a difficult position. Luckily, my natural talents are limitless when applied.”
A lie. One which fell easily from Edward’s lips and covered up a solid month of intense personal lessons, paid for in cash, and a slew of online training videos which were painstakingly followed to absolute precision.
“Then I look forward to seeing what you have in store.”
Having already placed the small speaker which held the music he wished to dance to on a nearby table, Edward turned it on using a small button embedded in one of his golden bracelets and paused to allow the music to fill the room.
The piece was one he chose personally; a gorgeous mixture of rhythmic melodies and energetic beats which ebbed and flowed with a natural cadence. Violins, qanun, drums, and an oud solo which Edward enjoyed thoroughly, it was a lovely piece and one he knew by heart at this point through sheer repetition.
“As the performer, I set the rules.” Edward stated, his eyes lidded as he fixed Ras with a heated look. “I dance. You watch. You are not permitted to touch. Agreed?”
“What cruelty.” Reclining slightly as he brought his hand to sit against the floor beside his legs, Ras’ expression was just as heated but definitely more amused as he watched Edward set his terms. “To present such a beautiful meal and not allow for a single morsel to be devoured.”
Pleased by the compliment, Edward tried to keep the joy from his stern features as he looped two of the lengths of purple chiffon between his fingers and settled into his starting position. Inhaling deeply, he waited for the correct beat to begin his dance.
Having practiced with the same dedication he showed each of his other ventures, the movements came almost as naturally as breathing as he started with his upper half. Using the chiffon for motion, Edward looped his hands in the space around him as his bare feet padded gently across the cool stone flooring in a gentle pattern; every movement sparking a soft tinkling of the jewellery which covered his flushing body.
Spinning and twirling with a measured control, Edward dipped his head and rolled his stomach in perfect rhythm with the beat which surrounded him – the drums within beating in tandem with his heart as he moved closer to Ras’ position. For his part, Ras was watching with undivided attention, his eyes drinking in the erotic sight with a greed which was unbecoming of a man of his standing.
Edward stopped as he reached Ras’ his hand falling down to cup at the shock of beard which sat on his jaw, “Remember, no touching.”
Dropping to the floor by Ras’ side, Edward sidled his body across Ras’ lap as he pressed his back into Ras’ chest. Edward ground against him for a moment, his movements matching the beats of the song as he shifted his hands in delicate gestures to swoop the chiffon in an interesting pattern. Like this, Edward could feel the heat of Ras’ body soaking into his own, particularly the tell-tale hardness of his length where it teased at his lower back, and the pull of it sparked a shiver down his spine as he slowly raised himself from his makeshift seat.
Edward, now standing once more, used the closer proximity to really showcase some of the skills which he had been so diligently working on. Bumping and rolling his hips, both men shared a dual fascination with the other as Ras seemed unable to pull his eyes from the hypnotic shift in Edward’s core while Edward could not keep his gaze from the pure desire which radiated from Ras’ slightly slackened features.
Raising one leg, Ras carefully placed it behind Edward’s ass to give him a more limited space to work with as he rolled his hips and pressed his groin closer to Ras’ face. It wasn’t breaking the rules set but there was a definite push to the boundaries which Edward only allowed because the predatory desire which shone freely on Ras’ smirking face was almost enough to break his resolve. Having only just resisted the urge to drop into Ras’ lap and allow him to ravage him, Edward instead pushed his fingers into the messy mop of Ras’ hair where it lay atop his scalp.
Before he could finish, he needed his answer.
“Are you enjoying the show?”
“A more fantastic display has never been experienced, little prince.”
“Do you think it’s worth what I want from you?”
“I imagine there is more than one thing you would like from me.” Ras replied, his voice almost chastising. “But, in terms of the point of this visit, yes. I believe I may have the information which you seek.”
Delight roiling in his chest alongside the wicked arousal, a smile curled Edward’s lips as he got the confirmation he required. No longer having to perform and unable to ignore the teasing throb of his cock, the chiffon tented shamelessly at the erotic heat within the air, Edward lowered his body until he was able to sit atop Ras’ lap comfortably.
With Edward wrapping his legs around Ras’ hips and pressing his ass into his trapped cock, Ras looked every inch the cat who had caught a particularly tasty canary.
“I will confess that I have wondered as to your actions this past year.” Ras confessed, his thick and calloused hands immediately sliding up Edward’s back as they groped the skin there with curled fingertips. “Has Gotham been kind to you, sweet Amir?”
Gasping as Ras used his name, his real name, Edward felt something foreign in his chest and he quickly covered it up by wrapping his hands around Ras’ shoulders to steady himself – his bangles clattering against Ras’ skin with a soft jingle.
“Gotham is never kind to me,” Edward muttered honestly, his focus purely on how much he planned to stay in this position until his body was boneless and exhausted, “but we can discuss that when other, more pressing, needs have been met.”
Laughing at the brazen enthusiasm, Ras silently agreed with that as both men dropped their hands to their own clothing to make short work of the irritating barriers to their latest consummation.
Okay, so I am out from seeing The Odyssey! Film was genuinely pretty fucking great but I do have to admit that I FELT the three hour run time 🥴 some scenes lingered just a bit too long to really justify themselves.
Standout performances from Anne Hathaway, Robert Pattinson and Matt Damon with everyone else being absolutely fine as well. I think people are being mean about Tom Holland's performance tbh, he's perfectly serviceable for the role he plays! If anything, I found Jon Bernthal to be a bit less engaging.
Film as a whole looked good and the soundtrack was stunning in places. Without giving away specifics, my favourite scene was the one which takes place involving Hades. I do recommend a watch if any of y'all are swithering ❤️✌️ xx
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
