#ak writes

[krashoutluv]

Ur writing makes me emotional im literally writhing on the floor jason let me take care of u bbg 😭 can u write smth ab him letting his s/o take care of him after a rough patrol? Can be sfw or nsfw

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU ANON!! I GOTT YOUUU

im so proud of this it took long but im literally writing this at 3:49 AM bc of the idea that popped up in my half asleep brain

Taking care of ak!Jason Todd after patrol!! (SFW FLUFFY FIC)

Night after night, Jason Todd would come home to you. Sometimes bloodied and bruised, sometimes frustrated and annoyed, sometimes his feet were dragging and his whole body ached. Tonight he slipped through your apartment window, smooth jazz played so lightly it took him a second to register it. A light in the dining room was on. He could’ve just showered to let the running water tell you he was home, and be greeted with your presence when he came out. But, tonight his eyelids were heavy and his body felt empty. Like a lost ghost, he longed for something that gave him a peace to rest his lamenting spirit. Jason wandered to you, it was second nature at times, he found you sitting at the dinner table working on your laptop.

Your gaze flicked upwards, the red of his helmet catching your eyes. “Welcome back!” You said warmly. Almost in an instant his body felt full, heavy, like he was about to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“Hey.” The helmets voice scrambler hid Jason’s mellowed tone. Slightly frowning underneath it because of its harsh manner, he promptly took it off. After sliding the cold metal off his head, his eyes met yours. You were smiling tenderly at him. Jason drifted toward you, when he got close he felt like his whole body would’ve dropped to your feet and he could in a dormant rest for centuries. As long as you stayed there of course. Hardly noticed how close he stood over you until he felt himself moving down to kiss your cheek. Jason stopped himself, “Can I?” he whispered to you feebly. You nodded to him with that warm smile he longed for desperately. Jason pressed his cold lips to your cheekbone, the sensation of your skin soothed that longing feeling. He pressed another one firmly, helplessly trying to quarrels his yearning soul. Jason caught himself, skin flushed as he dragged himself away.

A sigh escaped his lips and he started turning away,” Would you like one too?” He fixated himself back on you, you were still looking at him lovingly, your finger pressed against your lips, waiting for his response.

Wordlessly he bowed his head back toward you, turning his head for you to kiss his unbranded cheek. Jason wasn’t ready for you to touch that side of him so directly. He didn’t want you to meet the oily black hate, the only other thing that touched his heart, his longing, his ache as comfortingly as you did. The discomfort seeped from him when he felt your plush lips meet his skin, it wasn’t quick, not too long either. In Jason’s mind it was perfection, it made that tar that stuck in his veins seem like a pathetic substitute. It made his breath heavy, all but burdened with a swollen heart. It made him feel untouchable, not in his brutal norm but in a heavenly stillness. It made him scared. That you could take care of him, not just when his body bled but when you filled something enigmatically empty inside him. Something that he could only fill with that hate that he clutched onto like a boy to his mother.

Jason lugged himself away from you. He wasn’t sure what would hurt him more and he wasn’t ready to find out. He sat across from you pressing his callous palms against his face.

“Bad night?”

“Mhm. Something like that.”

“Need anything?” He already got it.

“No.”

He would be lying if he were to say he wouldn’t wish to a star like a child, asking for your ease indefinitely.

i love him☹️

#arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #arkham knight x gn!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood x gn!reader #arkham knight x you #jason todd x you #red hood x you #|| 🪼krash responds to u #🪼krash writes fanfic #🪼krash rambles about ak!jason todd #skullkidwithsunglasses

[composeregg]

#polls #egg speaks #ak #fuckin around w this #writing #egg writes #my writing #this is done on mobile and not even getting a 2nd glance so. enjoy! #time loop poll

[averagegtenjoyer]

Giant who carelessly walks thru a city their tiny partner lives in, absolutely straight faced. Their steps soar over countless people and cars as they walk, sometimes leaning down to search a comparatively-tiny building for their partner. The screaming is ignored. Its not like they’re going to step on anyone. Finally finding their little lover somewhere as their face lights up, changing from moody to absolutely delighted in a second, a shocking speed for something so big. Lifting a roof off of a building or picking up a car and shaking it out over their palm, maybe even just plucking them off the street with a rumbling, deafening “finally found you…” before whisking them away. Real

#was thinking of hai//kaveh when i wrote tbhhh #also ake///shu ofc #gt #giant/tiny #g/t #sfw g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing

[dlartistanon]

Thinking of this one last scene with a still mostly lucid Talulah before everything spiraled downhill...

#dltext #yelena singing to eno #eno looking up to tal #tal writing letters to ch'en knowing she'll never see them #so many things hurt #dl talks ak

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Bc I figure there are dissenting opinions...

Feel free to openly be a hater in the reblogs and comments. I won't freak out on you, I promise! <3

#I'm firmly in the 'they're a crack ship that I love'. sector. #are they in any way realistic? No. #am I still writing fanfic as if I am taking it seriously? you bet. #I really hadn't planned on this ship becoming what it is when I answered Lava Cake anon's aks about Fitz and Marella #but here we are #kotlc #Fitz vacker #marella redek

[gothy-froggy]

I miss your every kiss

AK!Jonathan Crane x goth!fem!reader

She/her for reader

Warnings: patching Jonathan’s face, needles, fluff, possibly hurt & comfort, definitely comfort for Jonathan, insecure Jonathan, slightly suggestive if you squint, Not proofread

Summary: Jonathan thinks back to different moments his lovely wife as she patched him up from a fight. He wonders, how did he get so lucky?

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Cold, dense, agony, miserable.

These were the things Jonathan felt, grunting at the pain form the sharp needle as he worked to keep his face from falling apart. How could his wonderful plan go all to waste? How could the Batman, not feel fear? His frightening toxin not do anything to him?

Part of him wonders, was it Batman who wasn’t afraid, or the man behind that mask? Perhaps both? It didn’t matter. No, not right now. What matters is him getting back on his feet, climb his way back as a feared villain of Gotham. The media perused him as dead, but he could assure the people of Gotham that he is not. Just slowly piecing himself back together. Literally in a sense.

As he walked in the sewers below, he felt as the pain course through his body. Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Slowly walking, hissing at any shift that causes his damaged leg trouble. His one working cloudy eye quickly scanning around.

He needed a way out. He needed to escape. His work, his toxin, his reputation, life,

His wife.

He stopped, leaning over a wasted crate as he tried to control his breathing.

Would he still have a wife? How long has he been down here? That was something he couldn’t tell. Even if she was looking for him, why would she stay? He looked…hideous.

His thoughts continued as he made it out, at the edge of city itself. He could barely make out the boats in the water. It was night, moon hitting the water. The thoughts continued as he water the water, getting louder as he closed his eyes.

His cloudy eyes shifted slowly once they opened, hearing faint footsteps, slowly getting louder with each step. It stopped, to the side slightly behind him. He turned, heart racing as his eyes widened.

“Oh darling,” She whispered out, gently touching his face. Mumbling a sorry when he let out a groan. She observed him head to toe, bringing him back to one of their locations.

He sat there, watching her finish up patching his face, stopping when he told her to.

“Gotham will pay, my love. It’s only a matter of time.” She reassured him.

Jonathan’s hand ghostly touching her suit, feeling the nice fabric of her black suit. He couldn’t understand. Why wasn’t she afraid of him? Not walking away, not disgusted by the way he looks? Here she was in her all black professional suit, carefully stitching his face together with fabric for him, not an hint of fear of his damaged face. She still wore her ring too. But again, he couldn’t help but think of the question again,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

He here now, curled in a ball, muttering to himself. The look of pure terror in his eyes as he scurried away from his wife. To be fair, she looks undead to him. No, no, it can’t be. Her voice echoing in his mind,

“Why didn’t you save me?”

What happened? What have he done? What haven’t he done?

Feeling restricted as he screamed, his wife screaming his name, forced to see her decomposing face. His new greatest fear, losing her.

“Jonny,” Jonathan opened his eyes again. She was there. Alive and well. A sigh of relief escaped through his teeth. Her smile wiping the memories of what he saw from the fear toxin away.

“I’ve got you.” She whispered, looking at him oh so lovingly. And once again, he couldn’t help but ask in his mind,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

Jonathan came back from a disappointing conflict, resulting to his scarecrow textured face getting damaged. His wife, now sits on the desk with the needed materials, fixing him up. Her long, black dress, winged sleeves tied back as she focused on stitching things back.

“You’re concerning me, Crane.” Ah, Crane. She was serious. Jonathan only stayed silent, only letting out soft noises of discomfort from the needle as she finished up his cheek.

“Why?” The room got quiet. She looked into his eyes. Puzzled by his short question, tilting her head.

“Why what?”

“Why are you still here? Look at me,” Jonathan was giving her a partially accidental glare.

“Rough fabric, hideous, no lips, yet you are still here. Why?” He voice ever so slightly quivered. She leaned in, gently placing her forehead on his. It was their substitute for a kiss.

“How does your appearance partakes who you are, my dear?” He shivered as a hand followed his jawline.

“You could be nothing but a beast, and I would still be by your side. Be with you.” She said above a whisper, pressing a kiss on what remained of his lips. unable to stop himself, Jonathan’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, letting out a soft groan. Only to pout as it came to an end. His face expressed grim.

“I miss your every kiss. The ones from the past.” He mumbled. It was a shame. They were so great. He feel everything. It was harder and different now.

“Though I do not miss the time that I haven’t had any.” Jonathan placed his forehead against hers. He pulled her in by her waist, enjoying the warmth form both her body and her laughter. He truly couldn’t believe he how found someone who loved him. Someone so loyal and faithful to him as he is for her. He grabbed her hand, glancing at their matching silver ring. Both with such tiny gothic details engraved inside.

Jonathan brought her hand up to his teeth, gently nibbling on it as his form of a kiss. He was always secretly eager for her warm and soft skin. Her soft skin against his rough fingers.

“How did I…end up so lucky, with a wife like you?”

“Not quite sure, but let me finish patching you up. Then you have to eat. You will eat, right Jonathan?” She said his name sternly.

“Or is the Scarecrow going to keep you a hostage for the plan?” Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, helping her off his lap.

“I will,” He agreed. She finished patching his face, pressing a kiss in his teeth, leaving a bit of her colored lipstick on them.

“I could never love someone like I love, Jonny.”

“I feel the same for you, my dear.” He watched her leave.

The Batman may be a fear of his, but losing her who is the absolute love of his life was one as well. It was one he finds worthy to avoid.

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#Spotify #arkham knight jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #arkham knight scarecrow #arkham knight #arkhamverse #Arkham knight Jonathan crane x reader #Ak!Jonathan Crane #Ak Jonathan Crane #the scarecrow x reader #Batman the scarecrow #fan fic writing #x reader #arkham knight x reader

[luuxxart]

How had ryukitann got together? 🤔

sorry this is a little rushed, but in general i think this is the gist of how they’d get together

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #ryuann #ryukita #annkita #ryuannkita #PS SORRY IF IT SEEMS LIKE I POSTED TWICE. TUMBLR REALLY WOULD NOT LET ME INTO MY QUEUE I PROMISE #I remember trying to write fic for them and gave up #there are no non-E rated fics for these guys and that is so depressing man #I hold this ship so very close to my heart fr #it’s the only one that’s really survived from my first playthrough of p5 #bc before I was into Shu///ake I was huge on Shu///yuu and polythieves in general #then I kinda settled into what I like now as I got more into the fandom #aNYWAY THO THANK U FOR THE ASK #my brainworms are progressing #I can see some people thinking ryuji is problematic here and. yes<3 #I didnt have time or space really to like. make a bigger fallout before everything is resolved #so obviously intruding upon dates is not healthy but let’s just ignore that for my boi ryuji #long post #ask

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Sam's Advent Adventure

I am excited to announce that I am going to be posting a new story every single day in December! I would like you all to be part of it and therefore I am accepting any and all Drarry prompts (except MCD). It doesn't have to revolve around Christmas if you don't want to, anything is welcome. The prompts can be just a few words, a genre or even a short little snippet of something. I will pick 31 prompts out of my asks inbox. I've never done anything like this before, but I am looking forward to it and I hope that y'all are too!

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #AKS OPEN #PROMPTS OPEN #send them in #I am so exicted #XxTheDarkLordxX Writes

[marshmallow---pillow]

My Body Is A Slaughterhouse

Word count: ~400

Warnings: Violence, Panic attack, References to Torture, Implied Child Death, Implied Suicide Tags: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd is Robin, Jason Todd is Arkham Knight, Time Loop

He hears a distant click, which sounds as if it's source is at the end of a long tunnel. He doesn't realize Robin's coming close to him until he is—close enough to drape the black cape around his shaking shoulders with utmost gentleness. His brain screeches to a halt as soft kevlar and Nettofiber polymer settles around his shoulders.

Robin's standing infront of him—all slow measured movements—carefully arranging the cape over his arms, which are starting to burn from how tightly he's clasped them to his sides. Robin's breaking protocol, he's not supposed to interact with volatile people, much less be in such proximity to them.

Then again, he never really cared about the rules.

(It's what got him here)

His hands are white knuckled and trembling as he tries to wrench each crooked finger away from bruised flesh. He barely registers Robin crouching infront of him, shoulders relaxed—a picture of ease, as if he's perfectly content where he is, crouching infront of a wrecked, ruined man who shot his brains out.

(It's a lie)

Robin's face twitches from where his zygomaticus are tensed up, worried—worried about him, an observation that does not help as the world starts distorting at the edges again, as the vivid images hit him, the gun, the recoil, the reflex, the blood, the brains—they jarr him to his bones—making his eyes burn and chest tight and—

There's a pressure on his hand, and he tears his blurred gaze away from where he's been staring a hole into the cracked asphalt, only to see a smaller gloved hand on his, and then to a face that leaks concern depite the domino. The sensation jolts him out of the haze long enough to knock him into sheer rage. The fuck is Robin doing? He's breaking protocol, Jason could snap his slender fingers and then his neck and— slender fingers—whole, unbroken—

"—In and out, you're doing great, four seconds In, four seconds out—"

Robin's voice echoes in his head and he instinctually follows it, slowly coaxing his abused lungs to inhale, to exhale, repeat.

"In through the nose, out through the mouth—"

Why is he doing this? Has he always been doing this? Did he do this? Pause his entire world for people in need? Uncaring of repercussions? So fucking carelessly. No wonder he ended up as the Clown's pincushion—shut up

"—In through the nose—"

He's dizzy, his head hurts—as if Harley's taken a mallet to it. But he doesn't let the world wash away again, hanging onto the soft tone like a drowing man.

"—Out through the mouth—"

The air seems to rake the soft flesh of his tongue, his throat, his lungs as he breathes. There's always a pungent twinge to it, that cuts through the sinuses like glass—saturated with the smell of festering that never leaves Gotham's atmosphere. The city never stops reeking of a death, he doesn't think it ever will.

Jason senses it when the boy's gaze lingers on the brand again, it's not disgust or pity that that flashes on his too-young features—pure unadulterated rage that he knows so intimately well.

"Good, you're okay, you're okay", Robin smiles, an attempt at reassurance, a lopsided thing that makes the dimple on his cheek stand out. Jason wants to tell him to take his false sympathy and fuck off, except that it's not false, except that his tongue's stuck to the floor of his mouth. He can't speak, can't look at the face of such earnest, not when it had been bloody and mangled a moment ago and he was the reason and—fucking stop

The boy he killed looks at him with utmost sympathy, he can't bring himself to meet his gaze.

[Title from Moony Moonless Sky by Fatima Aamer Bilal]

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#jason todd #arkhamverse #robin jason todd #robin jason #arkham knight #AK gets stuck in a time loop with his past self #Doesn't have a grand time #To be fair he's initially an ass so #Anyways might write the whole thing if I get the motivation

[krashoutluv]

I'm a AK!Jason Todd angry cries truther so do you think he cries when him and reader have an argument. Of course he'd always hold back his tears while the argument was ensuing.

I THINK HE’D BREAK AT THE END OF THE ARGUMENT OR RIGHT WHEN THE ARGUMENT IS ABOUT TO END. ohh this is so anngsstyy i love u for putting this in my inbox while im decaying (doing) this god damn project i have.

brain rotting bc now im thinking about his fist all curled,

how he cant make eye contact or he’ll start sobbing on the spot,

how he’s practically shaking because he’s not ready to lose someone again,

his cheeks are all red while his whole body is burning and eyes are watery,

body’s so tense he’s shaking it’s screaming for him to leave before either of you get hurt,

and as soon as its over he’s out of your sight he’s biting down on his bottom lip while tears start streaming down his face on the spot, that pretty boy is letting out shaky breaths while he’s clutching his chest and sniffling so hard.

I NEED TO HOLD HIM IDC ☹️

#COME HERE AK!JASON TODD *KISSY NOISES THAT YOU’D DO AT A DOG* #i love him #kisses him a little while i wrap him in a blanket #hes like a little burrito to me idk how to explain it #anyways #|| 🪼krash responds to zombflesh #|| 🪼krash responds to u #krashoutluv #|| 🪼krash writes about ak!jason

[ae-to-the-snow]

i want ebenholz to finger me silly . HE'S A MUSICIAN HE KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS FINGERS hshdis !1!1!2! im normal about him —im not—

I'M CRYING I LOVE YOUR HONESTY?!?!!?!! I SAW THIS REQ ON A ZOOM CALL WITH MY TEACHER GOD... And then I played AK and Ebenholz said "Faster tenfold?" And I have not been normal since... Anyways here it is. I ended up getting way too into it and it's more than fingering now... Uh 🧍

"Let me hear it." Ebenholz x GN reader NSFW

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! MINORS DNI

CW. No genitals mentioned for reader, completely GN. Dom Ebenholz.

Tw. Edging, fingering, slight use of spit as lube, cunnilingus, brief grinding, cum eating, (not so subtle) hands kink

You were shaking, legs spread open and you couldn't close them even if you wanted to. Not with him keeping them apart.

Ebenholz was taking his sweet time, licking up the precum on his fingers he got from scissoring his fingers in you for the past few minutes. You don't know. It's not like you care enough about the time.

He's still clothed, only his coat taken off while here you are trembling underneath him completely bare, the result of what felt like an hour of him riling you up only to deny your release, and that was just from his fingers.

He doesn't pay another glance to your whimpers and complaints, and as he finished licking off his fingers he hummed and looked at you with his usual uncaring expression.

"How many times must I tell you..." He said, lowering himself to whisper in your ear. You feel his hands sliding up your thighs again, shivering from past hickeys and bite marks he'd already left there.

"Don't be so loud. Or are you that desperate to be seen legs spread over the music room desk should any unfortunate operator be up tonight... Wondering who was whimpering and moaning in here, and walking in to see you so debauched?" His voice is low and sultry, he knows and notices the way it sends a chill up your spine.

The door is locked and of course the music room is soundproofed. So he was outright lying to rile you up. He's not a fan of getting caught either, but he sure is a fan of riling you up like this. The way you're so messed up from his mere fingers, fucked out enough to forget even the simplest facts.

It's not like he hasn't had you bent over in the music room alone at night before.

You whimper and bite your lip, trying to prevent any further moans from slipping up, earning a stare with furrowed eyebrows from Ebenholz.

"What are you doing?" He pressed his thumb over your lips. "I never told you to be quiet."

"But—"

"Let me hear it." He demanded.

You look at him dumbfounded by the request. Keep quiet enough not to be heard, but... Enough for him?

"How—"

"Then just control them my dear." He scoffed, his thumb moving away from your lips and you noticeably look disappointed as he did so.

And before you could ponder the disappointment and confusion he gave you, he quickly licks his fingers again and shoved it inside you. Two to start, but after a moment of stretching he inserted another.

"What did I say, dear? Let me hear you cry." He whispered. You try your best to satisfy him, but goodness was controlling your volume a lot more harder than just staying quiet...

Three fingers. Three of his long skilled fingers inside you.

It's not like you haven't taken more. But dear God is he so good with them... They each move in different ways, really telling you of his finger control as a musician. Motor control that he enjoys exploiting on you and your hole.

He takes them out for a moment, before shoving them right in again, up to his knuckles.

You shriek at the sudden action, a small satisfied hum escapes him. "Too loud. But it's acceptable." He sighed, picking up the pace.

Every time he stretches you he swears he's not doing much but you insist he's reaching new places you never thought he could before. Whatever you say, as long as you're crying pretty like that, he won't care.

You start getting the gist of controlling your voice, as your moans become audible to him but only enough for him. No chances of anyone else hearing but him. Not that it mattered you believed his bluff.

"More." He said, curling his fingers in a way that stretches you so wide open and yet the pain felt so good. He hits your sensitive spot over and over again, enjoying your moans like it's a music piece.

You get just a little bit louder when he did that, the tears falling down again, but he knows you feel so good so he continues what he's doing.

You feel it coming, your release is near. Maybe after so many rounds of being denied, he'll let you cum, just this once.

He notices and picks up the pace, going faster again. A little bit more and...

Your mouth hung open anticipating to scream in pleasure as you orgasm, but what came out was a sob stuck in your throat, head snapping to see he had denied you again.

But before you could protest, he shuts you up by kissing you with tongue. The kiss was so messy it was actually unlike his usual ones.

Your hands pinned above your head while he continues to make out with you, and you're too tired to notice the way his clothed bulge grinded against your sex as he kissed you. A whine escaped his lips into the kiss, unable to control himself as he bucked his hips to get some friction.

Of course. You weren't the only one he's been denying all this time...

He parted the kiss with a long sigh, and you feel his dick throb through his trousers as you grind back into him, causing him to moan unexpectedly and glare at you.

Quickly he carressed your thigh before slapping it lightly, but enough to make you stop.

"Don't try anything funny, dear. We aren't even halfway done." He warned, and his fingers slid all the way down again.

But giving you the same thing over and again would be boring, he thought as he got on his knees to put your legs over his shoulder.

You can't see his head but you know what's coming. And you feel just that, a tongue around your sex and a finger by your hole. A shriek came out of your mouth, but at this point you two have long forgotten the volume rule. If that wasn't enough to feel his warm tongue on you, he added two of his fingers inside you too, both working separately to ruin you.

You feel your release coming faster this time from the times he's edged you, and you're about to snap, but fortunately his fingers and tongue doesn't stop working.

And thanks the gods he didn't deny you this time. You came inside his mouth and some drips down his chin, fingers stopping while you're moaning louder than ever, forgetting completely about staying quiet and only audible for him. Not like he cares. No one can actually hear you anyways.

Besides, he loves how loud you get only because of him.

You're shaking more than ever, legs completely resting on Ebenholz's shoulders. And he lets them fall slowly, getting up to let you watch him gather the cum around his chin with his fingers as he swallows them all for you to see.

He kisses your cheek and cups your face for a moment, going in for another kiss. The slightly bitter taste of your release may be on his tongue, but you notice how everything was swallowed clean.

You two part from the kiss to catch your breath, even Ebenholz panting as if he was the one being edged all this time and just got his release.

Except he didn't.

You hear the sound of a belt unbuckling and his pants hitting the floor, the head of his cock poking your thigh and his fingers hold your sex again.

...this was gonna be a long night.

How was it I'm pretty proud of myself HAHAHAH goodness dom eben hits diff... I'm definitely buying that skin for him soon.

Hope you enjoyed!! Reqs are still open and if there's anything I forgot to add you can tell me. Hehrhrhrhfhfh thanks for reading horny goat fuckers.

#arknights x doctor #arknights #arknights x reader #arknights smut #arknights x you #ebenholz #ebenholz arknights #ak ebenholz #ebenholz ak smut #dom arknights #arknights x gn reader #arknights x fem reader #arknights x male reader #ebenholz x reader #ebenholz x gn reader #ebenholz x male reader #ebenholz x fem reader #ebenholz x reader smut #ae writes

[charliejaneanders]

What happens when an elite warrior becomes the boon companion to a group of peaceful oddballs and begins to develop skills that have nothing to do with combat? Along the way to finding an answer, the hardened warriors in these stories find purpose, connection, and even love.

My latest SFF book review column for the Washington Post looks at System Collapse by Martha Wells, Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree, and A River of Golden Bones by AK Mulford (paywall-free link)

#books #writing #bookworm #book tumblr #murderbot #martha wells #travis baldree #legends and lattes #bookshops and bonedust #ak mulford #a river of golden bones #fantasy #science fiction #sff #reading #book reviews #book recommendations

[pfhwrittes]

Price as Dr. Cox is REALLY doing it for me P…

-✨♥️🗡

-PS How are you healing??

hi ✨♥️🗡! i've missed you!

i'm healing up great! i'd like to be able to move my arms a little bit more but i'm not too sore. (hey that rhymed!)

oooooh i know. grizzled, competent, and direct dr price is definitely doing things for me too.

the thought of him taking gaz aside in the break room and telling him to "draw a line under it. wherever you need it to be." after gaz struggles to let go of a patient.

the way he'd be so so careful with patients he knows needs a delicate touch and incredibly caustic to arseholes that are wasting his time.

the way he'd enjoy working with dr farah karim at every opportunity and let her take control over a patient's care because she was his best and brightest intern and now she's a fantastic doctor in her own right.

the way he'd work seamlessly with dr simon riley who he knows has a soft spot for kids despite the way he scares the hell out of the parents.

the way he'd rein in johnny's firecracker nature and try to direct it somewhere productive.

the way he'd hide out on the roof smoking with kate and shooting the shit, her complaining about nik's eccentricities and him asking about how things are with the missus.

price dodging nikolai's attempts at getting him nominated for an award because he considers it "a load of bloody nonsense, nik".

price being respectful of alex because alex refers to him as "captain" which is a title he hasn't heard in years.

and an added semi-angsty thought under the cut (tw for alcoholism and ptsd mention)

price who manages his worst habit by keeping an unopened bottle of scotch in one of the cabinets in his kitchen at home and a 2 year sobriety chip in his pocket so that when things seem to be at their most hopeless he can put both on the counter and stare at them both until he finally makes a decision for which he'll reach for to see him through.

yeah. whew. i have plenty of price as dr cox thoughts rattling around up here.

#✨♥️🗡 anon #pfh answers #i will not give in and write a scrubs au i will not give in and write a scrubs au i will not give in and write a scrubs au #someone smack me on the head with a rolled up newspaper and tell me to work on any of my other projects first #jp #sr #kg #jm #kl #ak #fk #nikolai #pfh headcannons #tw alchoholism #tw ptsd mention

[baconcolacan]

I think it would be super funny if AK grew up to be 6’4” and absolutely towering over his dads but they still baby him, cause you know how parents are, hes still their baby boy <3

#ew Stay AU #ew Stay AU writings #EVEN WHEN HES RL #Whenever he visits his dads theyre just #’HI PUPPY <3 How was work??? #AK: Daaaaaaad……

[kibblbread]

Using The Pizza Delivery Girl’s Survival Guide to Gotham City by @morverenmaybewrites as reference again because yes. 🙌 These are some thoughts on Y/N and JT living together as an established couple for the first 1-2 years!

After reader inevitably begins requesting that he be over more often or even move into her home I feel Jason will hesitate. He’s probably going to be very concerned about safety, considering so many people would love to hurt the ones he’s closest to as a way to get to him. Reader isn’t trying to hear any of it lowkey though 😭 she definitely wants her man off the streets. But on a more serious note reader really would prefer JT be with her in her little apartment (w/ proper heating) than running between all those raggedy safe-houses of his.

When Jason does make PG’s apartment his new base of operations of sorts, he’s a bit slow to settle in. JT likes his new home, he loves it actually, but feels his presence alone is enough to ruin a good thing. All the fear, self doubt & insecurity still lingers in the back of his mind and at the end of most thoughts. PG is much better at deciphering his moods at this point though and is more than happy to pull Jason out of his own head. She’s definitely not a mind reader but starts recognizing patterns of behavior/body language when JT is overwhelmed/panicked.

I headcanon that PG keeps a lot of disposable masks around so Jason can cover up on his off days.😷

Pushing aside JT’s inferiority complexes, it’s not hard to see he’s going to greatly benefit from cohabiting. Romantic or not, having basic needs met along with a partner will only affect his mental health positively. The apartment they share has a lot of plants, trinkets, and news articles(to fuel PG’s obsession with all things Gotham). When Jason starts really feeling comfortable and allowing himself to get invested he’ll host a small collection of books hidden away in the bedroom on a nightstand. There’ll also be a desk for him to tinker with tech or gadgets, less space in the closet and drawers for clothes, as well as 1 or 2 more hygiene products in the bathroom. PG ,for me personally, has plenty of self care products to spare and share. All this more than likely happens over the course of 3-4 months, but soon after this transitional period, Jason grows very attached and protective of his new and hopefully final home.

He won’t be too happy about PG inevitably suggesting they move, even if it means more room, he’s just naturally a creature of habit. Although New Gotham isn’t the most safe, it’s still leagues ahead of East End. For this reason alone I feel PG is inclined to stay a lot longer than she anticipated, even in spite of Ghost/Bruce knowing where they live.

But all in all, they’re happy. Dick and Babs get to visit every once in a blue moon since JT is still mentally struggling when seeing them. He’s less hostile and more neutral at this point and allows Timbo to speak to him on terms of business…

JT is totally super snippy about it though. lol

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #arkham knight #ak!jason #arkhamverse #blurb #head empty #pizza girl x jason todd #pizzagorl #🍕 #sorry if there are errors in my writing this is a brain dump

[thesandsofelsweyr]

AK Jay lying prone on the bloodstained floor of his makeshift cell beneath Arkham, his abused shoulders screaming with pain, unable to move his arms after they were forced out of their sockets from dangling by his weak wrists for hours. He can barely move his legs, but chooses not to since even the smallest of movements sends agony flooding through his battered body from his broken right ankle and dislocated left kneecap. All he can do is weep into the floorboards while he prays (futilely) that he’ll pass out sometime soon.

Out of the corner of his blackened eye he catches the hint of movement. His weeping dissolves into sniffles as a tiny mouse creeps up to him. He has seen this mouse before, but it had always skittered away from him, even when he had offered it a few crumbs of moldy bread that he had hidden for it beneath one of the photos of Batman and Robin that littered the floor.

His entire being is still overwhelmed with immense pain, but he takes a tiny bit of comfort in the appearance of his now emboldened friend.

Days turn to weeks turn to months of nonstop suffering, but his only friend in the world continues to visit him. It's the only thing he has to look forward to in this hell.

#ramsay bolton voice: #“if you think this has a happy ending you haven’t been paying attention” 😈 #there's a reason why jay smashes the rat with his boot in ak genesis 5 #but i'll save that for another post 😎 #sands writes #my headcanons #my arkhamverse #jason todd #robin #arkham knight #arkham asylum #arkhamverse #angst #jason todd angst #whump #jason todd whump #dcu