Kat’s writting attempts

I need somewhere to write the insane shit that goes on in my head.

[kattriestowrite]

Hi, you can call me Kat!

I write here on this blog occasionally. Anything from x readers to just some thoughts I have for characters.

Masterlist

Where most of the fun stuff can be found

Art blog My main blog

Where you can find either my art or me just talking into the void. Take your pick!

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wrong blog sorry lol

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I gotta fix my masterlists again :(

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What if Ras tries to set Tim up?

We know Ras plans for Tim to overtake the League and with his history of plans(cough Damian’s mess cough) it’s not entirely out of the picture. Imagine Ras has a list of possible partners for Tim tucked away in his documents. It’s a wide selection, everything from younger league operatives to people he believes would be an advantageous match for the betterment of his goals.

Tim would find it eventually, in his constant searching of league files. He finds a list of names and backgrounds marked in shorthand, dozens of them carefully sorted through with a few marked with additional terms or conditions. It would feel invasive, like eyes watching him like he is nothing but a means to an end. What makes it worse is that there are more lists like this, more plans for Tim that he never agreed to, he doesn’t have to after all Ras is very insistent on his plans following through.

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AN: I may expand on this at a later for a proper x Reader but rn I just want to toy with Tim being forced to deal with Ras doing Ras things but with him.

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Nothing I love more than the “Gotham is alive” theory is the “the roads seem to change, but only to the people new to the city” as the natives are either so used to the confusion of Gotham and seem to have this innate talent of just knowing how to get to a place via 5 different routes including 2 that go through sketchy alleys. Like yeah gothams makes tourists have goosebumps on their arms from the creepiness at night and shit but also tourists bring home stories of them getting lost trying to get to a restaurant a local told them had good food and they nearly got kidnapped by the penguin’s goons or got gassed by jokers goons. Like it’s just wacky shit they go through. And tourists either love the city and want to come back again but most of them hate it. They avoid going out at dark because the streets look different in the dark and they get lost easily.

There’s rumors that that current streets were built on top of an old Native American water way channels that the natives used, (cause Gotham seems to be on a series of islands kinda like manhattan. Or that the old layout of the city from its colonial days that got buried under new buildings and roadways sometimes just randomly appear, causing tourists to take an old road that leads them to a totally different direction then where they wanted to go. Only for when they retrace their steps in the day time, that old road doesn’t exist anymore….

(Tbh this is totally inspired by the vibes of New Orleans and how it’s has such a unique atmosphere and something spooky vibe that tourists sometimes tell me that the city “feels alive” or how they were having a conversation with someone on the street that dressed old timey and when they went to go introduce the guy to their friends they turn around and the guy is gone. Bonus if the friends said there was never anyone there.

My most favorite thing tho? When a person is drunk as hell and wander away from burbon street and walk into a small restaurant and order food and recall it as the “best food ever” and when they try to go back to the restaurant on that street, it’s either not there or it’s just a old boarded up building.)

I love the idea or Gotham being alive so much. I also think she picks favorites ngl. Sometimes random people but usually the Robins, they represent hope to a lot of the people in Gotham it only makes sense that the city itself would adore them.

As for tourist, 100% they are either going through hell or have a splendid time. Locals say it depends on if they come during a breakout or not but there’s not a lot that can fully prepare you for the city.

[kattriestowrite]

I know you’re asleep but I got to put this down before I sleep cause I’ll forget.

But if somehow reader is alive again? I pray for her, i don’t know if time travel shenanigans or what but dick finds out he can touch her with his hand going through her arm? Tightest hug ever. (Imagine if the alive reader was the one from the past? Only met nightwing once or twice but dick Grayson who she hasn’t met her is hugging her and bawling his eyes out? Yeah it’s weird )

anyway wouldn’t be suprised if he called in a favor with Tim because he’s confused his grief for love and reader confused cause we only met twice. Why are you saying you love me???

oof, welp I’m taking way too long to work through my drafts sorry.

Now I do like the idea of getting pre-ghost reader seeing how bad the situation has gotten, Dick is by far the best at slowly raising the temp even when he’s rushing the process. Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile.

Possibly a form of amnesia post revival? Or inflicted once Reader is settled? I do like this and may come back to it ngl

[kattriestowrite]

I think about sassing Batman. Not that I need to but that dude oversteps boundaries like they just measly chalk lines. Gotta be firm that you’re not gonna tolerate disrespect from him even if he knows 200 forms of fighting discipline.

Also Jason grinning ear to ear that finally! One person in Gotham that doesn’t look at Batman with awe! He’s in the front row with a bucket of popcorn like he’s watching a wwe match but it’s just reader telling Batman to quit entering her apartment without her knowledge and QUIT LEAVING MID CONVERSATION WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU! JUST CAUSE MY BACK TURNED DONT MEAN JUST JUMP OUT THE WINDOW! YOUR NOT AS COOL AS YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING THAT YOUR JUST AN ASSHOLE!

Bruce is confused. Why is he being sassed by a civilian? Tim said this civilian is considered a threat didn’t he?

Tim is recording this, dick is trying to mediate the situation, Steph is crackling like a witch with Duke in the corner. Damian, depending on his age, is either threatening reader with a sword for disrespecting Batman or just tsking at what he’s witnessing.

Sorry this took a bit, I could not for the life of me figure out how to write this.

Anyway new route ig

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Oh gods it’s amusing to everyone besides Bruce.

This civilian just does not care. They look at Batman’s large form invading their shitty apartment, stare him down, and tell him to leave. It’s polite, if a bit curt, but they do not cower at his intrusion. In fact they seem tired at a closer look; exhaustion weighs on their features, a half busted radio plays quietly next to them, and the entire apartment is darkened beyond the small area where its resident resides.

So Batman keeps it short, apologizes for the broken window, asks his question, and leaves. All it takes is a few minutes, he gets some half aware answer about recent movement nearby and lets it be. Bruce doesn’t let himself dive into who exactly he just met until he reaches the cave hours later. That apartment was meant to belong to a suspect after all, and while it’s not uncommon for people to sublet it is strange for someone not to start talking when Batman gets involved.

Bruce looks, marks your folder as “Jane Doe”, scans nearby security cameras for any possible leads. Some days he thinks it’s about believing you must be doing something wrong. Other days he lets himself admit that he may be curious. There is nothing about you after all, no documents, no social media, nothing. Bruce is purely searching using the image of your face that burned itself into his mind and security cameras.

He can’t tell if he finds you suspicious or if he wants to keep you safe. It drives him mad.

[papayafromtv]

one of those AU's where Tim doesn't want to be adopted into the Wayne family so he decides to be a little shit and convinces the Red Hood of Crime Alley to sign as his legal guardian to piss off Bruce, not knowing that by doing so he is technically being adopted into the Wayne family anyway because he doesn't initially know that the Red Hood is Jason Todd,

anyway one of those AU's except after convincing Hood to sign the papers the highs of teenage rebellion calm down and he's left watching Hood clean up the body of a guy he just dispatched and he's like.... 'shit Bruce might actually fire me as Robin for this.' and then panics about keeping it a secret from the bats to save his job.

To be clear, Hood is a good father figure, and he sure as hell isn't a deadbeat; he shows up. it's obvious that Tim now is under the care of a man who cares and puts in effort; Tim now has to skip training so he can make it back in time for 'family dinners', his teachers are praising that he doesn't seem so tired anymore (Hood does not play about getting a good nights rest) and clearly is getting help in the subjects he sometimes struggles with (english lit), not to mention Tim very quickly learns that it does not matter what dark crime shit Hood is knee deep in when Tim realises he needs something, Hood will pick up his call. it's honestly weird how good at being a dad this guy is. but again, Tim is genuinely in fear for his wellbeing when Bruce finds out he -out of nothing but spite- got himself adopted by the one man in the city that Batman is genuinely struggling to take down. Bruce will Not Be Chill about Tim's new guardian being a murderer, he knows that. so he just keeps skipping around Bruce's suggestion that they meet and refuses to tell him the guy's name (he doesn't fucking know it himself to be fair, which is weird considering he has the spare key to the guys apartment), under the premise of 'he doesn't want his new dad to have to deal with bat levels of paranoia and investigation, B, seriously, mind your own business, he's fine.'

and then of course Tim eventually figures out his new dad is the presumed dead Jason Todd and the whole 'we can't let Bruce know' thing becomes even more important because Tim very much does not want to be in the middle of that and also doesn't that make Bruce his grandfather because holy fuck please no-

the only person who knows is Damian, who visits Jason during family dinner, takes one look at the situation, turns to Tim, and says 'so does this make you my nephew then?'. Tim wants to kill him.

thing is that Bruce is starting to get more and more jealous about how much Tim seems to like his new 'dad', and how well he's doing under the guy's guardianship. this of course leads him to get suspicious and he starts trying to show up more in Tim's public civilian life just so he can get a glimpse of this new secretive 'guardian'.

the issue is that the entirety of Gotham loves Bruce Wayne and are aware that he's always been a 'family friend' of the Drakes for years. so of course they let the man do whatever he wants when he shows up saying he's there for Tim, especially when Tim claims that his new guardian 'doesn't like the idea of being in the limelight and therefor doesn't show up to public events'

the other issue is that Jason has gotten hardcore attached to Tim and is getting more and more bitter about the very obvious attempts from Bruce at stealing his new son, to the point where maybe people knowing Tim is being looked after by the Red Hood of Crime Alley doesn't sound like such a bad idea anymore...

anyway all of this is a very long-winded excuse for how we get to the point where Bruce gets himself admitted as one of the chaperones for Tim's school field trip, only to watch in horror as five minutes before they all leave the Red Hood shows up and proudly declares that as Tim's legal guardian he will also be attending, with the paperwork to prove it. he's been donating a shitton of money to the school for a while specifically for this reason, so the staff literally let him do whatever he wants. essentially Bruce ends up stuck on a school trip with the Red Hood, except he's in civilian form and can't do fuck all about it. worst part is Red Hood very clearly knows Bruce's identity, and is very clearly positively gleeful about the situation he has concocted.

the field trip is camping. Tim sits on the floor and buries his face in his hands for 2 hours straight while Hood and Brucie Wayne trade passive aggressive comments back and forth above him. because they're both chaperones, Bruce and Hood are asked to share a tent. in the evening they make smores and Bruce makes a snippy comment about how Hood won't be able to eat his through the helmet. Hood calmly smushes melted marshmallow into Bruce's hair. as a civilian, there is literally nothing he can do but stare across the fire at Tim in complete betrayal.

that evening Damian receives a text.

Tim: yeah you win you can be robin. cause theres no fucking way i'll be keeping my job after this. Tim: ur dad might have to shave his head btw. Damian: genuinely what the fuck is going on over there Tim: my dad could beat ur dad up any day. Damian: ??? not arguing but i thought you were camping. Tim: he brought an axe. Damian: fucks sake jason

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@kattriestowrite would it be wrong for me to use this as kinda like a plot point in my story for red hood (pre bat fam finding out his identity) to end up adopting my oc and realizing how funny it is that Bruce Wayne is running around the city ragged looking for a little girl that might be his daughter? And the little girl is my OC? And Jason finding this hilarious. Also Peter joins in cause he also don’t like Batman and thinks it’s kinda funny to act like my OC’s brother so now Bruce is trying to figure out how many kids he actually has? (Be perfect time for Damian to pop into Gotham too. Probably runs into Jason first and delays meeting Bruce for a bit to hang out with Jason.)

[kattriestowrite]

ah yes Jason adopting a hoard. Would probably work tbh. Do some drabbles to see how they all mesh together if you’re not sure but I dont see why not(love the original concept as well)

[writing-prompt-s]

You were a god of textiles; respected, but generally considered a minor deity. But everything changed when mortals started regularly describing spacetime and reality as a 'fabric'.

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I started as just a weaver, linking threads and wool together to make things for others to marvel, made to make and make without pause. When my brothers and sisters begged for a pause I would stare and whisper “But I was made to make, so I shall make until my name fades away.”

But things change; I gain needles and machinery, I learn the hook and the needle, the names and jobs of my siblings disperse like ink in water. And I continue to make, to string the fibers as I always have. It’s more precise now, even with the additions of machinery. For I wear cloths of unreal silk that no mortal can make as well as I, wool spun from the lamb of my sister who is laid in the riverbeds, adorned in shards of metal from forgotten weapons wielded by my brothers. I must make after all, it is why I was made.

The mortals shift and grow what is in reach, learning and changing with their ideals and moods. From moon to moon each material will hum and sing to join whatever project rests in my hands. From silk, to wool, to scraps, to plastic, to stars. That is a new gift, a gift cherished as stars continue to settle with more and more of my work. They say they rest in a fabric, that the world and time may as well be made from my loom, and more materials join at my hand. For I was made to make, gift or not, so make I shall until my name or method fades from view.

Not like that end shall be soon, with my new fabric of painted with stars, nebulae, and time. So I cherish my new gift so I may continue to make even as each work grows, because I was made to and so it is all I shall do.

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a somewhat cont. of this

Just cleaning them up afterward. Kissing them as they detest themselves for dirtying you with their mess, blood staining both of your clothes and marring your skin in every place they touch.

They can’t decide if they hate seeing you like this or if it further settles the maw in their chest that caused this mess to begin with.

But now is not the time for your lover to be thinking like this, it’s time for the both of you to return home after all. It’s not the time to adore your form coated in blood from their own hands like a claimed prize. It’s time to go home. Home where both of your blood soaked footprints dance and trail after each other along the tile floor, home where you gently wash the blood from their hands, home where they wash the blood from your skin to make you clean once more like they are not the cause. The bulk of the mess will be spared for the morning but right now all that is important is cherishing the warm water as it runs red down the drain. Both of your clothes have to get burned but the content that settles beneath your skin as they worship pushes the thought of your favorite shirt out of your mind.

Their darling did so well after all, giving them just what they needed. Kisses caress your skin, just as their hands hold you like something to be cherished. A little worship is the least they can do after you let yourself suffer for their wellbeing after all. It’s worth it just to see you every night, worth it to hear you speak, worth it to cherish your gift. Worship is nothing compared to the primal need to drench you in blood again right after they brushed the last of it from your skin. They couldn’t care less about the mess outside, this moment only belongs to you and you alone.

You who looked at them at their most wrong and smiled, only you who gently washed blood out of their hair only moments before, who locked your hand with theirs as the red ichor on their skin gets flooded down the drain. The feeling of their lips against your skin is the only thing that matters anymore, just like how every hitch of your breath is sacred, how every smile feels as though the sun decided to shine again.

It always is perfect whenever they get to have you like this, so perfect and pliable and theirs. The worship is the least they can give for the relief you have given.

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Oh welp… this got out of hand quickly. Sorry about that I really need to sleep.

[kattriestowrite]

Who is it?

Who knows!

Hi! This is a masterlist for anything that I do not name a specific character and can be with any.

—Sorry I need to make more banners lol

A lovely bloodbath

Bloodied worship

More to be written!

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I do really like this format.

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Gods I adore the idea of loving someone so much you let yourself get in danger to satisfy their darker urges safely.

You totally got kidnapped but you know your partner will appear with the hour and get the catharsis of tearing apart the people who tried to harm you. It’s not like they have done much damage by the time your lover shows, totally safe and none of the fools even pulled a weapon(it’s not safe and you won’t be able to leave the house for a while but its worth it).

So your love rushes to you, tearing through the vermin who tried to touch you and cupping your face with bloodied hands. It sticks and all you can smell is iron but they’re here so everything is fine. You just smile and lean into their hands, reassuring them you’re okay and encouraging them to enjoy their gift. You let yourself get captured for them after all. They’ve been so reckless, so on edge you could tell they needed something.

What’s better than a bloodbath in your name before getting to wash the blood off your partners hands?

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I love this sorry. I nearly kept writing but I think this is good for now.

[kattriestowrite]

I need you to elaborate more on Dick bringing reader back to life and how that would go down. Cause at this point my man is loosing it after she just disappeared. So for reader to be pulled out of their peace in the afterlife and suddenly into the living and into Dicks arms in the Lazarus pit or something else. Just seeing his crazed eyes after being so desperate to see her again and being in their presence. Like you cannot tell me that man isn’t hovering and acting protective never letting her leave his sight. Practically turning them into rapunzel 2.0

Thank you, I forget that people actually read my nonsense and this made me make a proper masterlist for this series.

Um so TW for desecration of a grave, corpse

We almost ended up with a much longer thing with that and I may expand on that later ngl

ALSO THIS MAN IS LOSING IT

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The biggest problem is the fact you have been dead for over a year. The pit works the best on a fresh corpse, something untouched by rot. Sure the madness may be a problem later down the line but Dick is more than willing to work with it. At least you would be here. He just has to work fast, rot doesn’t wait.

Dirt and mud sticks to his clothes as he digs back up your grave. His fingernails are caked with the grime as he digs up each foot of earth that protects you from the world. He should know, he was who bought the plot. He insisted actually, needed to know you were laid to rest when you were first taken from him. Dick wished he had kept you closer, laid your body somewhere it could never rot like it surely is below.

But he has to try to fix this, to bring you back to him.

It's dark by the time he reaches the depth he knows holds you. Dick's hands are raw and starting to bleed. The rain started hours ago but with his relief he just now feels the chill. His hands run against the damp wood of your coffin and he wants to cry. Not because he's tired but because you're still here. You aren't gone from where he left you, safe and sound. Dick wants to scream, to sob but he has to get you out of that wooden box.

The coffin lid tries to splinter when he wretches it open. The faux silk is stained and wrinkled around you, disgusting but the best he could find to lay you in on short notice. His hands still as he moves them to cup your cheek, its hollow and stiff. You must be hungry after all this time. He can fix this. The old blood sits in dark globs along the curves of your face. Dick can see the covered breaks from what happened, it can always be fixed. What if it can’t?

You’re still beautiful. Just as you were when you left him. He can feel the movement of your breath from beneath his hands. Something shifts in your flesh and he can hear it move. He can wake you up in a moment. No he can’t, the maggots have started to eat through your skin. He just needs to get you out of this coffin bed. You’ll be back with him in just a moment. He can wait. He can ensure it.

It takes weeks. He talks to you while he works on piecing you back together enough for the pit to work. Just like he used to. Like he can’t anymore. Tim is helpful; obtains the flesh he needs when your holes are too large, helps him glue back together your bones when he can’t fix it himself, helps him build the room to keep you safe, and prepares the pit when the time approaches. Dick is thankful for it. Even if his little brother does get a bit too close sometimes.

He hovers, says things to make Dick leave you, as if he could imagine the thought. But all he had to do is turn to him and it makes Tim, sweet caring Tim, stop and drop the topic. It’s not like he needs anything as fleeting as a break when you are right in front of him. He’ll rest when your eyes open again, when you breathe.

The artificial pit burns his eyes when he’s in the room but there isn’t much that could stop him from looking when you’re involved. So he preps all of it himself, the gurney borrowed from Arkham just for this, clothes he selected months ago with you in mind, to the pit itself. It took the longest to prepare, Tim’s notes and files can only get so far when it comes to these things. It’s expected, why he waited so long to get you out of that damned box, but now everything is ready.

You get lowered in carefully, wrapped in a sheet so your precious flesh doesn’t fall from where Dick stitched you back together, and he is left to wait.

And thats all he does for the four hours it takes before you start to scream.

It’s piercing, loud, and oh so delightful for him to hear after so long of missing your voice.

But he has to wait.

Their estimates say he has a few more hours before everything is whole again.

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Okay wow I’m sorry this took me so much longer than I thought it would and I have so many more ideas with Dick at this stage. I didn’t even get to the whole you can never leave again bit or how he traumatizes Tim during this mess.

He does that multiple times.

As for Tim he is not the most healthy with handling death himself(the flipping cloning vats) and until Dick started doing things was purely working in hypotheticals to try and help, it just got out of hand.

Honestly Dick has some moments with your corpse I need to write(this man both disgusts and fascinates me I swear) but I hope y’all enjoy bc I cannot postpone this for much longer

tldr: I had more planned but forgot to write it

[kattriestowrite]

I love the idea of unknowable horror and just a himbo.

Like the horror massacres a few hundred and as they relish in their victory their lovable fool of a partner is like making dinner or something.

[rosemaryblossomworld]

When you're writing a story and notice your characters have gone off-script, formed a rebellion, and are coming against you.

[promptcalender]

Types of Flirting

SUBTLE: giving looks, brushing hands, little comments that could be mistaken for an innocent compliment

PLAYFUL: lighthearted teasing & banter, exaggerated reaction, poking fun at behaviours, playful shoves, feigned offense, "Oh, you think you're funny, do you?"

SUGGESTIVE: straightforward, complimenting looks, casual physical touch, dirty jokes, expressing desire, "We could always sneak out somewhere quieter."

ROMANTIC: head over heals, thoughtful gestures, blushing, classically romantic gestures (holding doors, holding an umbrella, bringing coffee in the morning), "My soul knows yours from another lifetime and calls for yours in this one too."

ANXIOUS: freaking out over every text and interaction, discussing every move with their friends,

BOLD: direct, no subtly, relationships always labelled, "I've really liked being around you. Could I maybe take you on a date sometime?"

SHY: nervous, insecure, showing no interest until they are sure the other is interested, fidgeting, daydreaming about what could be if they had the courage to confess, using excuses to be close to them, "Um... you look really good today."

CARETAKING: acts of service, protectiveness, checking in, bringing snacks, offering jacket, fixing things, walking them home, "Brought you coffee; it's still warm."

CASUAL & INTENSE: platonic flirting with no further intentions, way over the top at times, effortless, fun, teasing, maybe eventually leading to more, "You look great, please break my back and reshape my inner organs."

[Prompt Calender: February 9th, International Flirting Week]

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just saving this for future reference