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Finally got out of my writers' block and finished my crackfic! Let the Digimon Survive Crackfic Revolution begin!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Finally got out of my writers' block and finished my crackfic! Let the Digimon Survive Crackfic Revolution begin!
An excerpt from my rewrite of “Omen of the Stars”
This is subject to change of course with editing but whatever.
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“Do you ever wish it could’ve been different?”
“What could’ve been different?” Hawkfrost glanced sideways at Ivypool, his eyes flickering.
“Your life. The way you are coming to power. The way all of this,” she paused, gesturing to the muck that surrounded them, “is happening.”
“Are you asking if I regret coming to the dark forest?” Hawkfrost narrowed his eyes.
Ivypool fought back a shudder and met his gaze calmly, “Surely there are better ways to power than this disgusting home.”
“Soon it will not be my home,” Hawkfrost spat. “You’re not changing your loyalty on me, are you Ivypool?” He stood and faced her, the long fur along his spine rippling.
“Of course not,” she growled, “I’m offended that you would even think that! I’m a dark forest cat, you know that. But…surely this can’t be what you intended, this can’t be what you wanted.”
Hawkfrost let his fur flatten and sighed, sitting back down he looked at his paws. “No, this is not what I envisioned when I started my training with Tigerstar, but this is who I am now, this is the life I live and I must live with the choices I’ve made.”
Ivypool glanced around trying to spot any dark forest spies that may be listening to their conversation. She silently thanked Brokenstar for taking everyone to the river for more water training. “Do you regret it?”
“It is a bit late for regrets,” Hawkfrost gave her a exasperated glance, “But maybe things would’ve been different if Leopardstar had kept me as deputy instead of returning Mistyfoot to her old position.”
Ivypool saw his long claws scraping the earth and knew she was pushing her luck. Hawkfrost trusted her, she knew that, but one wrong move and she might end up like Antpelt - nothing more than a stain in the mud. “You were deputy?”
“I should’ve stayed deputy!” Hawkfrost snarled, lashing his tail, “Mistyfoot was captured by twolegs in the old forest and Leopardstar had made me deputy when she accepted that Mistyfoot wouldn’t be coming back.”
“And she changed her mind when Mistyfoot returned?” Ivypool tilted her head. Why would Leopardstar not keep such a powerful warrior her deputy?
Hawkfrost nodded, flattening his ears to his head as his eyes clouded with memories.
“That’s the weakness of clan cats,” Ivypool meowed, “Many of them cannot accept change.”
The tabby tom turned to face her, his eyes glimmering with approval, “I should’ve been deputy, I should’ve been leader! Then maybe I wouldn’t be here…then I could be on the frontlines of the attack.”
sparks in the rain | ch. 3
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon
Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader
Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.
Words: 1.2
Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)
Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t
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(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)
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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters.
Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery.
I really love the idea that Hopper is Chiron, simply because he's nothing at all like a proper mentor should be. It would go like:
Billy, after attacking someone: I didn't do anything wrong!
Hop, deadpan: shut the fuck up, kid.
Billy:...
Hop: also, your right hook needs work.
Like??? Hop, despite having trained demigods and heroes for literal thousands of years would be the worst mentor ever. Also, he'd fight the gods annually for making literal children fight their battles for them.
Yandere! Papyrus With a Darling Who Hallucinates
He’s going to be extremely worried about them. Papyrus will want to look after his darling after realizing that they have hallucinations because he knows that it could potentially put them in dangerous situations if they just so happen to be in the wrong place. That being said, Papyrus really tries his best to keep his darling in their home, or his, depending on their living situation. He may be a yandere, but he’s extremely caring and really just wants the best for his darling. Just very worried about them.
“How about we stay home today? That’d be fun!”
Sorry this took so long, I was on a temporary leave!
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent, Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Noah Czerny, Chainsaw (Raven Cycle) Additional Tags: Friendship, Friendship Bracelets, Fluff, Ronan is swearing his usual amount, I would die for Noah, Bullying Gansey, Tumblr Prompt, chainsaw is a significant character, Ronan is too punk for bling, Everybody loves Blue Summary:
“You’re making these for us?” “You’re my friends.” she replied. “You get bracelets. Now, pick a design.” --- "I choose to believe that blue makes the boys wear friendship bracelets and they wear them at all times because they adore her" -@carolije from Tumblr
I took this prompt and ran with it. (thanks to @alonewithabook for beta!!!)
@carolije
@alonewithabook
I’ve always been a loner. I think people are somehow able to sense that on me, that and my madness. And they run away from it eventually, sooner or later. I can't blame them, I'm barely good for me, let alone for someone else. In previous years when I was younger and more naive or perhaps more hopeful I used to chase them, to send them txt after txt after txt asking to hang out, checking up on them, sending them random stuff I thought they'd like. I'm not that person anymore, I got tired of reaching out just to have no one reach back to me. After all, this has always been what I am familiar with the most: my own company. Music in my ears loud enough to make me feel like there is someone around me, loud enough to mute my thoughts when they get to noisy. Good smelling pages of books to run between when the reality gets way too overwhelming or makes me too sad. I'm used to my own company, I'm used to it, that's why feeling comfortable around people makes me feel uneasy. Because I've never been a group-of-friends kind of person. I'm forgotten too easily. And most of the times, I'm fine with it. Time always shows who really cares and who doesn't. And I don't need my life to be filled with people that are only friends with me when it's convenient for them.
once a lonewolf always a lonewolf