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I’m cooking up a crimson curse Tardif fic
I dunno how long it’ll be, but I’m aiming to keep it a one shot to keep from having too many ongoing fics
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I’m cooking up a crimson curse Tardif fic
I dunno how long it’ll be, but I’m aiming to keep it a one shot to keep from having too many ongoing fics
🎃🦇🍬 Trick or Treat! 🍬🦇🎃
Oooh trick or treat indeed. I have no snippet today but I thought it'd be time to start talking about my next project.
I'm doing NaNo this November and my new project is a slightly different twist on a Parent Wolfstar Muggle AU. I'm really excited to start sharing some things with everyone soon but it will have 35+ Sirius and Remus (duh), background Jily with teenager Harry, 7 year-old Teddy, falling in love as adults and lots of delicious drama, of course.
Planning is done and now it's just about starting to write.
Should this DD fic be one long plump like Matt Murdock’s ass chapter? Or broken into chapters like Daredevil breaking bones?
Matt Murdock’s ass
Daredevil’s bone breaking count
Idk I’m just a slut for masked vigilantes
It’s not often that Damian is the one to initiate a hug, there’s only few things that can drive him to do so and one of them is this miserable look Dick gets every once in a while, one Damian learnt to relate to the man’s self destructive doubts and morals. “Grayson” he reaches for the man’s waist and tugs him closer almost violently, wrapping his arms around him and pressing to him, chest against chest. “Shut up.” Damian doesn’t need to look up to see the surprise in Dick’s eyes, the little “Ah” is enough.
“I haven’t said anything y’kno” Dick’s tone is light but it’s a bit too heavy on the edges, a bit too tensed for Damian’s liking. Dick is awkward, hands frozen in air and body almost tense, Damian hates it. “Little D?” he asks, tone unsure.
“Be quiet. ” Damian’s tone is edgy yet his embrace is gentle, it’s caring.“ You’ll ruin it”.
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from an expanded version of dumpster damsel, a post-FFH Spider-Man fic:
It’d been six months since Mysterio had framed him for murder, and while he liked to think he was mostly cleared in the court of public opinion, May liked to remind him that ‘mostly’ was still the operative word in that sentence.
for every 🌹 i’ll give you a sentence from a WIP
From the friends to lovers prompt: “Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.” dickdami if you would ^_-
Hey, look! I’m not dead, even if I am behind on life (a.k.a. comics).
~500 words.
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“Robin!” someone shrieks and Damian turns, ready to fight, surely wondering why so many low-rank villains feel the need to announce their presence before an attack, but he instead finds a woman running toward him breathlessly.
Damian blinks and his stance loosens as he tries not to gape at her. “Is there a problem?”
She reaches his proximity and doubles over a moment, gasping, and Damian does his best not to scold her for wasting his time. He thinks of all the crime Gothamites are constantly facing, looking in himself for enough sympathy to exchange for patience. Flushed, she straightens up quickly and smiles and Damian is taken aback.
“Hi,” she says and Damian does not step away. He just…assesses his current situation.
“Problem?” he asks again.
Her expression changes to a pout. “Oh, yes,” she intones. “I have a horrible problem, Robin, and only you can solve it.”
“Get on with it then.”
“See?” she says, and she spreads her hands before her. “That’s my problem: we’re not getting it on.”
Im so distressed, I had an anti on my dash and Im just...distressed. Can have a house update or a wip update or an anything update? Just like, how are ya?
Hello sweet anon. I’m sorry you’re distressed. Check my house reno tag, I posted pics of the floors today. They’re not finished yet, but they’re getting there.
As for writing snippets, the only thing I’m actively working on right now is an anon fic for the moodboard prompt challenge. I do have this snippet from another unnamed fic that idk… I really have no idea where it’s going and it literally cuts off mid sentence, but here you go:
Harry’s head was still pounding as he stood under the hot water, but at least the nausea was starting to pass. He couldn’t remember going to bed or coming home or… even midnight. Wait.
He’d spent the night with Louis. Fuck. He hadn’t *spent the night* with him, but he’d hung out with him all evening. And he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how the hell that had come about when, as far as he knew, Louis didn’t like him at all.
It was just one of those things. Something embarrassing that happens and sticks in your memory, jumping out at you from nowhere and reminding you from time to time of how incredibly stupid you’ve been.
Louis lived in the neighborhood. Except that he hadn’t been at the Labor Day party or the Halloween party, and Harry knew there were legitimate reasons, though he hadn’t given Niall the opportunity to explain them. It was really a stupid mix-up and it was one hundred percent Harry’s fault, but he couldn’t figure out how to explain or apologize once it happened and since then, Louis had been cold and actually downright rude to him quite a few times, so Harry’d given up.
In November, between Halloween and Thanksgiving, the people in the neighborhood who are the type to get together and organize things, well, they get together and organize things. They have a dinner party and everyone brings their assorted phones and tablets and laptops and even a handful of paper calendars, and they plan the next year.
Niall had asked Harry to come since he was new to the neighborhood and because it seemed like the sort of thing he’d be into, and Niall had been correct about that. Harry loved to plan parties, loved to cook, loved to entertain, so it was right up his alley. It’s just that… Niall had also been trying to set Harry up on dates for what seemed like months.
About a month before, Niall had tried to set Harry up on a blind date with a guy who was already in a long term relationship.
A couple of weeks later, Niall had tried to sneakily arrange for Harry to meet some guy that Niall swore was perfect for him and had actually turned out to be a real dickhead. Which made Harry question Niall’s true opinion on him and on their friendship.
And just the previous weekend, Niall had asked Harry to meet him and some friends out at the new Thai place downtown and when Harry’d arrived to find Niall and one other guy, and then Niall had gotten a mysterious phone call and had to rush off, Harry had accidentally ended up on a date with a guy that he had absolutely no interest in.
So, really, based on Niall’s past behavior, Harry’d had every right to assume that Niall had done it again. There was no reason for him to think that Louis had every right to be there at the dinner party—even more so than Harry, he later found out—considering he’d been helping plan the neighborhood block parties for a few years. There was no reason for Harry to know that Louis was simply the one neighbor he hadn’t met yet.
So, of course when Harry followed Niall into the house through the kitchen door, and Louis had been the only one in the room, and Niall did that weird thing with his voice where he sort of sounded like a television announcer—the same thing he did every single time he’d had ulterior motives when he’d introduced Harry to someone—Harry’d immediately thought that this was the same sort of situation.
He’d been incredibly rude to Louis, refused to even shake his hand, had dropped off the bottle of wine he’d brought, quickly made his excuses to everyone else, and then left the way he’d come in. But not before turning and opening his big fucking mouth and digging the hole deeper by saying,
Nights with the Assassin- ElektraxKaren
It was her cracked open apartment door that made Karen pull out the Glock from her purse. The light in her apartment was on, so whoever was in there was either not smart enough or just didn't care about witnesses. Karen moved to hold the gun in her right hand, as she slowly pushed the door open with her left.
"Hello, darling."
The familiar face made Karen release a sigh and lower her gun immediately. "Elektra? What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at the woman sprawled across her mattress by the window.
Karen moved into a new apartment after her last one was hailed with bullets. Thanks to her new job (that actually paid) she could now afford a decent sized studio apartment with giant panel windows. She wasn't sure if that was a good idea (Castle definitely grunted his disapproval the last time he came around) but she liked them, now if only she had the time and the motivation to actually unpack her stuff and maybe even get a bed frame while she was at it.
"I came to see you, of course," Elektra replied coolly. The assassin visibly winced when tried sitting up on Karen's poor excuse for a bed.
The pained look on her face made Karen give up on her annoyed facade. "Are you hurt?" She asked and couldn't hide the worry from her voice. She moved to grab the dishtowel from her kitchen and also the First Aid kit she started keeping around thanks to a certain murderous vigilante and an assassin who have a habit of dropping by her place unannounced.
"I'm fine," Elektra tried assuring her. Up close she definitely she did not look fine. She looked pale and had bruises on her cheek and over her left eye. She was also holding onto her side and Karen could see blood seeping from the wound there.
"Yeah, you're definitely fine," Karen said sarcastically as she got down her knees on the mattress. She tried moving Elektra's hand away from where she obviously had a stab wound but Elektra was nothing if not stubborn. After a few seconds of struggle, Karen glared at her which finally made Elektra smirk and let Karen move her hand away. There was a laceration on her side, which sliced through her not so indestructible costume but much to Karen's relief it wasn't that deep. Karen reached out to run her fingers over the wound but snatched it away when Elektra hissed in pain.
"Sorry," Karen mumbled and then sat back on her heels. "Take off your shirt." She added.
The edges of Elektra's lips pulled back into a seductive smirk at that. "Buy me dinner first, darling."
Oh yeah. Elektra also has a habit of flirting with her during her impromptu visits. Visits, which started a month ago. Karen found Elektra bleeding in an alleyway on her way back from work one evening and brought her back to her place. Once Karen patched her up, Elektra didn't say a word and disappeared into the night. Karen never thought she would see Elektra again until she turned up on her window a week later. It became a thing after that.
"You never stay long enough for me to ask you to dinner," Karen mumbled under her breath she watched Elektra take off her top.
That made Elektra stop and give Karen a wide-eyed look. "Do you want me to stay?" She paused for a second and then added. "But I thought that you must despise me, Karen."
Karen's breath hitched as her name left Elektra's lips. This was the first time she actually called Karen by her name instead of something like "darling" or "sweetheart." Karen tilted her head to the side as she curiously watched her. "Why would I hate you?"
"Well, after what happened with Matthew..." Elektra trailed off she continued taking off her clothes.
"What? You mean you trying to kill him?" Karen inquired. "Well, I'm over it. I mean, you were obviously brainwashed by that pyscho ninja cult, so I can't hold that against you. Matt clearly doesn't." She opened her First Aid kit and took out a gauze pad and bottle of saline that she kept in there. She tipped the saline to drench the gauze pad with it and then looked up to find Elektra carefully assessing her. She was sitting there only dressed in her sports bra and pants now and Karen tried hard not to let her eyes linger.
As Karen was about to use the gauze pad to clean Elektra's wound, Elektra grabbed her hand. "That's not what I was talking about, Karen." She turned Karen's wrist and then let her index finger rest over Karen's pulse. The gesture was fairly intimate and Karen suddenly felt warm all over. Elektra continued to stare at her but then abruptly let her hand drop, much to Karen's disappointment. "Nothing, forget I said anything. This was a bad idea, I should probably leave." Elektra dismissed Karen and started picking up her undershirt again.
Karen frowned and grabbed her arm to stop her."No, you're not going anywhere. At least not until I take care of that wound and those bruises."
"I'm fine," Elektra grumbled in response.
Suddenly Karen understood why Foggy was always so pissed off Matt. When the person you like and care about turns out to be so stubborn, it's hard not to get frustrated. Maybe together she and Foggy could start a support group. They could even invite Claire.
"I swear to God, Elektra if you move I will tackle you. I've learned self-defense skills from The Punisher himself and I am not afraid to use them."
"I'd like to see you try, darling," Elektra scoffed. "I don't like that guy, by the way." She almost pouted as she leaned back against the wall.
"What guy?" Karen questioned as she started cleaning Elektra's wound.
"Castle. You always spend all your time with him."
Karen leaned in to wrap the gauze around Elektra's narrow waist and asked, "What? Are you jealous of him?"
Elektra moved away from the wall to allow Karen to bring her the gauze around her waist. The movement brought her even closer to Karen. As Karen finished up wrapping the gauze and looked up again, she found Elektra assessing her again.
Elektra tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip and she then whispered, "I could be. Maybe I want you to spend all your time with me."
"Then maybe you should come around more often or at least stick around longer when you’re here," Karen whispered back. Just because she knew Elektra wouldn't make the first move, Karen hooked her finger under Elektra's chin and then leaned in to press a chaste kiss on her lips.