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Hello! You can call me Moss! I am genderfluid (19) and ADHD and possibly autistic! I am a writer, artist, and general creator! I created this blog to post my creations on! Enjoy my creations!
I am on AO3 as well as The_Corvid_Ruler here.
Please credit me if you are inspired by me. I'd love to see your stories that I inspired! I do not consent to copying or use of my art in AI training.
Soulmate body swap au where Danny swaps with his soulmate (in my mind its damian or maybe cass) while they’re in the middle of a fight.
Like, a big fight. Parademons, alien invasion, full arkham breakout kind of fight. All hands on deck, no backup, all in kind of fight.
And then comms just come on and Danny is there in a hero’s body like “hey, soo… is now a bad time to be soul switched?”
And every listening hero has this sudden stomach dropping horrified reaction, because oh my god, this is almost certainly a civilian, on the battlefield, where are they, who were they fighting last, they’re gonna die, oh no, who’s closest go save them NOW.
And then danny’s like “oh cool a sword i kinda know what to do with this.” (Canonically he has fought with a katana before)
Okay, hes got some training, just keep yourself safe we’re coming
And then ten minutes later Dany’s back on comms like “Great news guys! Some of my power is attached to my soul so I can use it even in this body! Fun.” (If its a hero who has been in contact with laz water he’s draining it to fuel his ectoblasts)
Another two minutes go by and now its just “oh, who’s a big eldritch soul-eating puppy dog? You are! Yes you are, good boy!”
The hero in danny’s body is having a full blown panic attack, trying to contact their team, trying to figure out where their soulmate is, if they’re okay, how to help them, and when they finally get eyes on the situation danny is just-
Charging into battle on Cujo’s back, weapon raised, manic glee and lazarus glow in his eyes and a war cry on his lips as he completely crushes anything in his way.
Sam: yeah thats what I thought he’d be doing
Tucker: he’s surprisingly adaptable
Dannys soulmate: 0///0
I give you, 30 minutes worth of sleep deprived writing! It's not quite on the line, but it's kinda close so I figured I'd add it on and let others judge my work.
Enjoy:
Danny blinked hard and fast, he went from sitting on his bed to-outside? In the dark?
WHOAH HOLY SHI--!
Danny jerked back to avoid bullets whizzing by him, and what the fuck is this?! Where is he?!
He ran behind a stack of crates and froze up, where was he supposed to go now?
There's chattering and yelling in his ear, like- directly in his ear and-
"Robin Report!"
Robin? Robin as in... Oh. Oh no. Oh god this is a nightmare.
Danny looked down and conformed that indeed he is in the Robin costume, and body apparently.
"Is now a bad time to be soul switched?" Danny interrupted a little hysterically. But forgive him, he's just found out his soul mate is Robin while he's being shot at!
The talking went dead quiet for a second before all hell broke loose. And that was not including the men coming around the corner of where he was hiding and aiming their weapons at him.
"Hands!" they demanded, and Danny... panicked. It's his only excuse.
Because instead of complying, he pretended to faint, dropping to the ground and laying limp instead of trying to do anything helpful.
He could hear the rest of the bat's chattering, one of them helpfully announcing that he appears to have fainted. (yay for acting)
As Danny was hauled up by his armpits, and his rescuers, (and future in-laws) announced that they were 5 minutes out, Danny felt something hit his leg.
Peaking displayed it was- awe hell yes! A Katana!... like thing. He can work with that!
Danny jerked and pulled the sword from it's sheath and swung at the person carrying him.
"Oh shit!"
"And he's up!" the person in his ear announced. It was like having his own little commentator.
When the first person went down with a scream and spray of blood, the second pulled out his gun and aimed.
Danny can only say it was instinct to instead of ducking, try and go intangible. Thank whatever ancient that he could still go intangible.
"Fuck! N he's been shot!"
But instead of checking or listening, he swiped at the second person and went through the wall, running straight into-
"R- uh! Hey!"
"Oh thank the ancients, please tell me you have a way out of here?"
Nightwing was preoccupied checking him over for injury, of which he found none.
"B's on the way with the car, O are you sure he got hit?"
"It was a dead on shot, I don't know how it couldn't of."
"Uh hello! I'm right here! I went intangible! I'm lucky that's attached to my soul or whatever." (It's probably cause it's his ghost power, and his core is his soul and that's how that happened.)
"... What?"
Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
(Ignore the income section all of that is placeholder for now)
fabricating Superhero/Supervillian tax documents is an upsettingly good way to practice tax filing.
Gosh the image quality of this SUCKS, here's the most fleshed out parts in (hopefully) higher quality. Click image for higher quality.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.
Everyone: Please please please don't write your books in Google Docs. Frankly don't use Google Drive for personal stuff.
Their terms of service say they take down stuff like content related to terrorism and trafficking, but this Google Sheet was literally a list of movies I'd watched this year and books I'd read.
Holy smokes, guys. It's way worse than I thought. Google actually took away access to every single file of fiction writing I'd made on that account. BUT I backed it all up on Scrivener yesterday by coincidence. So I haven't lost my work, but I could have just lost the 12,000 words I've written this month after a year of really intense writer's block. I honestly don't know what that would have done to my psyche.
Please be careful out there, folks! <3
That is awful! If you're looking for a gdocs-like replacement, Ellipsus @ellipsus-writes is a queer friendly, anti-AI equivalent with online syncing and sharing - I've been using it for almost a year now as a replacement for gdocs and absolutely love it.
I do still back up all my work to local storage on LibreOffice too though, thank goodness you backed up to Scrivener OP!
That's it, I'm done. I'm downloading all my gdocs and not using it any more.
I haven't used Ellipsus before so I can't speak for it, but I'd like to offer Obsidian as an alternative too. It stores locally on your device (palm or desktop), uses open (i.e., non-proprietary) file formats, and has a bunch of community plug-ins to make it do basically whatever you need it to. A lot of the formatting is similar to editing on a wiki or in Discord so most people can just pick it up and know how to use it.
A paid account gets you cloud backup storage but with the Remotely Save plug-in you can do it yourself for free with Dropbox. You can also manually back it up between devices with a physical data cable though
If you're reading this...
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers
This post is committing crimes (see y'all later lmao)
FUCK FINE
DpxDc #17
What a (death) day.
Jason was going to kill whoever was selling drugs to kids in the alley.
The boy on the ground was shaking, barely breathing, and coughing up blood. The poor guy was coming down from a seizure, almost suffocating on his own spit.
Luckily, Jason saw him on time and was able to help put him in a safe position. He almost had a heart attack seeing a kid having an overdose in a lonely alley.
He rubbed the kid's back, trying to stimulate breathing, begging internally for his heart to keep beating.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
The black-haired teenager kept mumbling between breaths, muscles twitching like a dying bug.
Jason could only try and help as much as he could. He wasn't going to call an ambulance, since unfortunately, there was a high chance that his call was going to be rejected due to the location and nature of the emergency.
Drug overdose was too common; they would tell you to make sure they don't choke and hang up on you.
"I'm sorry..."
"Shh... It's alright, you're going to be okay..."
.
.
.
What a shitty, shitty day.
It hit him like a truck, the pain in his chest.
He was just walking back to his hotel room after visiting Gotham University, when it started.
Danny compleatly fucking forgot about his death day.
He was able to drag himself into an empty alley, trying not to die of embarrassment as he was starting to feel his arm tingle.
This was going to suck.
Jason racked his brain for whoever might’ve given this kid drugs. Sure he might’ve stolen them, a few of the more desperate addicted kids were willing, but this kid wasn’t skinny enough for that yet.
He didn’t have the sunken eyes or cheeks, nor poorly colored skin of a chronic user.
Jason finished fishing the narcan out of his pouch and pressed it into the kid’s thigh.
No tract marks on his arms either, narrowing it down to either something ingested or smoked.
reblog if you’re a writer who’s very terrible at responding to comments from your readers, but has read them all and loves and appreciates each and every single one of them very dearly
Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧
i fixed it
It had only been a few hours since the glowing entity had sunk into Nightwings shadow while he was on patrol. So far, his symptoms were mild but concerning.
Batman had wrapped his eldest son in a big blanket as he shivered violently. Taking the thermometer out of his mouth, it showed he wasn't running a fever, but his temperature wasn't running any lower than normal either.
Which was odd since Dicks lips were blue.
"Do we have results on the blood samples?"
-Not much.- Red Robin answered through the coms, -this stuff is kinda like Lazarus water but only vaguely. If Ras is involved he's changed up the formula a lot-
Bruce looked down at his son, usually this would be the point where he would make a quip or joke of some sort, but there was nothing. Only his face contorting as his emotions swang to one extreme to the next, his eyes periodically flashing Lazarus green...
Aka Danny is badly injured and in his panic he sees Nightwing and thinks, "Safety" and that the hero wouldn't mind, so he burrows his way into Nightwings shadow to basically go into hibernation to fix himself.
Who could have possibly guessed that a super powerful entity forcibly entering someone's subconscious and staying there would have massive mental and physical consequences? Not Danny, apparently.
It starts with Dick claiming big brother privileges for cuddles as he is feeling ill to get the first bat sibling to let him cuddle with them as they run sequences on the batcomputer. Queue him draping himself and the large blanket over the chair and onto his younger brother.
Which slowly becomes him squished into the chair with Tim. A cup of hot chocolate joins as the caffeine limit has already been reached. By then his symptoms have gotten better enough to be noticed. The next sibling gets dragged into the impromptu to cuddle pile forming. No escaping it babybat, it is helping, join us!
The shivering dies down to just a chill and between the warmth of the blankets, hot soothing drink, and cuddles Dick is officially stable and on the mend. Bruce is starting to not calm down, but ease slowly out of crisis mode. Sometimes the obvious and simple solutions are the ones to try first before getting too out of hand?
Which is how it ended up with all of his children piled into his bed, the only one massive enough to fit his adult child, a teenager, and youngest. With so many blankets and pillows shoved onto it that it is overflowing onto the floor. Bruce had even been pulled into the cuddle pile. Using a tablet to send in the report to JLD on the situation. Just because they found a way to suppress the symptoms does not mean it is solved.
This would be an excellent time for Danny to pop out in his human form.
Suddenly there's a new kid with black hair and blue eyes and everyone is looking at Nightwing like, Dude did you just give birth???
Danny is confused and tries to explain but gets talked over by everyone else
It’s the morning after the night before
The series of events from the night before had rocked the members of the bat family to their foundations
A strange glowy floaty thing had suddenly locked onto Nightwing and disappeared through him, leaving their eldest brother a shivering wreck of his usual self
The only way to halt the symptoms had been found to be the indulgence of dick’s cuddlemania and they had settle on Bruce’s bed to see if it got better or worse from there
There hadn’t been any fighting everyone had taken it that seriously
So warm and cosy wrapped in blankets and watching Dick doze off as the stress lessened helped ferry the rest of the brood to sleep
Now the early dawn was starting to strain through the curtains and a faint jostle brought the pile to awareness
The detectives were quick to eliminate everyone as a suspect of waking them up, Jason would have shoved his way out, Damian too though possibly feeling more genial would have slipped out without anyone noticing like Cass. Tim would’ve been the last awake and everyone else would have had more confidence to their jostles, at least a spoken word to excuse themselves.
Someone was trying to get out of the cuddle pile in the dawn gloom and they didn’t know who
Bruce grunted and a short series of hisses and tsks returned except for one dark mop of hair which froze and twisted the face the now awake bat brood, blue eyes wide and pupil pinpricking as Bruce flicked on the table lamp
“What the fuck?!” Jason voiced the thoughts of the rest of the bed as the bony child scrambled back from the pile and scooted as far as he could towards the footboard “where the hell did they come from?” The bats set to untangling their limbs from the bed and ensuring
“Uh guys, you know the glowy thing that hit Dick last night? It’s in the kid now” Duke “it doesn’t look the same as before but the glows in him”
“…Baby” murmured Cass, Steph snorted slightly hysterically
“Congratulations Grayson, it’s a boy!” She chuckled, clapping him on the back
“What?!” Dick’s eyes seemed to glaze in panic and everyone glanced between him and the unknown child
“What insanity are you spewing Brown?” Damian hissed at her from across the room, how he’d already acquired a sharp weapon was lost on her, but the motion he made towards her with it had certainly caught the unknown persons attention, eyes firmly on the blade and a shade paler than before.
Tim hummed from where he and Jason had slipped round to the door, blocking the exit route “we don’t know what happened last night to Nightwing, footage is non existent to extremely distorted but from what we saw a glowing thing hit Nightwing in the torso - giving him symptoms that, in retrospect, were rather nesting like behaviours. It’s not completely crazy to consider that it could have been some sort of alien reproductive system”
The family watched as both Danny and Dicks faces went slightly grey at the potential explanation
“A whole new person sprung from nowhere overnight, they have similar features to Dick, he could even potentially be an amalgamate of all of us with Nightwing being the host-“
“Gonna cut you off there before you start spiralling into the really weird territory replacement” interrupted Jason, looking slightly green at the idea himself “they look 14, can’t be a new born-“
“Unless the alien babies are birthed fully formed” interjected Steph
“Not helping, shut it.” Jason ground his teeth and took a breath “let’s just ask it some questions before jumping to conclusions”
Danny could try to explain, but is likely too intimidated by the sharp object Damian is wielding. Not to mention his glare.
Plus, if danny is homeless/a runaway/ in a new dimension with no way of returning, ect, then having a new family ready to accept and feed him immediately would be great.
The only problem is the DNA test Bruce would want to perform. Even if Danny's DNA is coated/fused with ectoplasm, the bats are used to dealing with this kind of weirdness and would eventually isolate Danny's DNA to know he wasn't related to pick and the whole thing would fall apart, which would be an interesting and dramatic twist if this lie lasted long enough for the bats to form a deep bond with him and Danny runs away only for Dick to find him and assure him that they still loved him. (Aww :,] )
Could also go the route of Danny shape shifting to look more like dick and copy his DNA
Could have Danny run away but not get far due to the aforementioned wounds that got him in this mess, still not being fully healed and giving him grief
Could also have Danny run off and live in the streets only to "randomly" run into the bats who baby him and Danny is too dumb or too ignorant of this world and it's vigilantes to realized that if Dick Grayson his Nightwing then the rest of the Wayne's are probably the other bats
fuck consistency in art !!! we ballin !!!!!! whatever comes out of my hand next is up to god !!!!
Drew a photo of the Trinity!
Bouncy boy
Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧
i fixed it
You know who you are. You are rarer than golddust and you give the the energy I need to keep up with what is quite a punishing release schedule.
Ain't this the truth, inspiration suddening rain down like the Niagara Falls and I honestly love them
