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meaninglessblah-writes · 5 months

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☀️⚰️👂🔒

Thank you for helping me work towards my Nanowrimo goal! 💙

The boy at his feet is on the verge of hysteria. Tears streak his cheeks, the ocean of those blue eyes overflowing past his bitten lips and trembling chin. His face is upturned to Apollo like a sunflower to the sun, the radiance of his countenance endearing.

Apollo runs the crook of a ringed knuckle down the boy's cheek, pausing to tilt his chin up ever higher. "Not yet, pet. I don't want to hear a peep from you. Understood?"

The boy whimpers, but nods his agreement, the whole of him rattling with the effort of keeping himself contained. The hands that cup his breasts are curled into claws, his own nails leaving little half crescents in his soft flesh.

Apollo drags a fingertip over them, meandering across the valleys of Jason's chest before he finally seeks out those peaks.

Jason trembles — once, bodily — when Apollo's nail grazes the edge of his nipple. But he holds steady, a fierce determination set across his handsome features.

The mage takes the opportunity to revisit their first lesson. "You recall your instructions, starlight?"

Jason swallows, and nods.

Apollo draws a fingertip around those swollen teats, and Jason's thighs dip together, the muscles there clenching hard to tamper down the urge that rises in him. Apollo can feel it like a blastwave kept at bay, radiating from the capsule of his body.

He lets his finger still, to grant the boy some leniency. He's been so gracefully obedient, after all.

"Remind me," Apollo purrs.

Jason licks his lips, breath trembling when he opens his mouth. He pauses, lashes fluttering, when even that small motion jostles the weights hanging from his tits.

He perseveres. "Don't come unless permitted."

The pride that washes over him at Apollo's, "Good boy," could sustain the mage for eons. He's gluttonous in the wake of it, hungry for all that the boy has to offer him.

The tears in his eyes make the hope in them gleam even brighter when Jason entreats, "Sir, if it please you, may I—"

"Not yet," Apollo reminds him, and taps once, firmly, on the clamp pinching his teat.

Jason's jaw snaps shut audibly, to cage the cry that rips up his throat. It comes out as nothing more than a vibrating moan.

His hips jerk, once, before he manages to claw back some control. All of him wound so beautifully tight. Apollo yearns with the thought of what that grip would feel like around his cock.

He uncrosses and recrosses his legs, leaning back to survey Jason. The boy's eyes follow his movements like a satellite trapped in his orbit, all of him tethered to Apollo.

"You have been so well-behaved, though," Apollo admits, and all of Jason sings with the praise. Apollo traces the line of his collarbone, rubbing cool sweat between his callouses. "Would you like to come for me, Jason?"

The relief that ripples through his body is almost enough to undo him. It's no small feat that Jason manages to pull himself together enough to nod and whisper, "Please, sir."

Apollo smiles, beatific. "This time, then, you may come. But, pet—"

Jason leans into his focus, entranced by the opportunity to please. Waiting with baited breath for Apollo's next instruction.

"I want you to get loud for me. Could you do that?"

"Yes, sir," is Jason's emphatic response. The hands cupping his tits knead, presenting them for Apollo to tease.

He does, drawing featherlight patterns over the sensitive flesh, flicking at the nubs to have Jason whimpering and moaning. It's too easy, to work the boy up to the edge he's been toeing their whole session, dancing on the precipice of his climax. Awaiting Apollo's permission to take that plunge.

Apollo shifts until his fingers are poised over the nearest clamp. Jason's skin is prickling with his eagerness, all of his focus narrowed to Apollo's steady touch.

"Don't forget to scream, pet," Apollo reminds him, and unclasps the clamp in one swift move.

Jason howls. All of him ricochets into the swell of sensation, his entire body vibrating with the purge. It pours through Apollo like a flood, licking at his veins with a heat that rivals a forest fire.

He's all at once sated and greedy, fingers flashing out to latch onto the boy's tit, pinching and twisting as he jerks through his orgasm, jaw open on an endless cry.

It's with inhuman restraint that Apollo pries his fingers away. Leaning back to put physical distance between himself and the boy kneeling at his feet. Apollo feels crazed, ignited by the power he wields over his fount.

He's never had a fount so willing; Jason took to his newfound role with such enthusiasm and passion that even Apollo finds it difficult to service at times. The boy is an endless font of radiant energy, enough to fuel Apollo a thousandfold.

He doesn't think he'll ever tire of Jason's efforts. The boy is a beauty, so eager to please and succeed. Some days Apollo is unsure if he's leading or being led by Jason's enthusiasm.

At his heels, Jason's chest heaves with a slowing pace. The remaining clamp glints in the torchlight, beckoning Apollo in closer, begging for his touch as much as Jason is.

He thumbs the metal, smiling at Jason's sharp intake of breath when he asks, "Ready for another so soon, starlight?"

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#meaninglessblah answers #meaninglessblah conquers nanowrimo #daemoninwhiteround2

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herecomesnaya · 10 months

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How's the move going, sport?

got most of my stuff to the new place, but I left some real important things at the old one by mistake that I won't be able to get until the end of the week sobbing emoji

#my heated blanket... my TABLET PEN... my ohuhus...#my loves #ask #daemoninwhiteround2

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setsailslash · 8 months

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wip polling

Rule: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

tagged by @cetaceans-pls :D i needed this because i have been neglecting any of my ficcing to play..... stardew lol

tagging @stevieraebarnes @wajjs @braingray @meaninglessblah-writes @daemoninwhiteround2 @primeemeraldheiress @chekov-in-a-dress and anyone who needs a lil push to work on their wips!

#first time trying out polls!!#kuro writes #dc

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lovecinnatwist · 1 year

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Wip Game

Alright here we go. Yall already know I have like hundreds of wips so I'll only present the ones closest to being complete.

Thank you @submarinerwrites for the tag!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

WIPS

JayDick - Blood Ties

JayDick - Ten Seasons

JayTim - Vixen

JayDick - What a Man, What a Man

JayDick - Beau and the Beast

JayTim - Magic feather

JayDick - Dying is easy, living is harder

JayTim - Best kept secret

JayTim - Foolhearted

JayDick - After Freedom

I tag- @elwon @wellthatjusthappend @cherrymiko-art @daemoninwhiteround2 @garpie64 @dexdefyingstunts @caramelmachete @c0njidraws @chibinightowl @bionerd2point0

#Dms literally always open #Come slide up in here #Cinnatalks

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pinepickled · 2 years

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Thank you for the @shylittlemayfly!

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Hard agree on coffee shop. Send it to the gutters.

Honestly, for my dub con loving purposes, and my crippling milk kink, everything is where it's supposed to be 😂

Now, as for what I write in the third category down... Sorry folks, but things like soulmates and love triangles are already iffy. Soulmate fics tend to be very one note, nothing really fun or revolutionary ever done with them.. Angst and fluff are more broad than all of these categories so they're pretty neutral, and as for Omegaverse... loll, what to say about Omegaverse.

I'm very picky with my wolf porn. Either the lore isn't up to par, the Omega isn't who I want them to be, or the fic is predictable and stereotypical. I've written my own fair share of fic for this au, including a very long Tiger and Bunny fic I have in the works, but one fic series that always stands out to me is Coplins' Packrunners series. The world building and romance is absolutely bonkers in that fic series, and I follow the updates religiously.

Then, my alltime faves. Fairy tale aus! Fairy tale aus aren't popular these days, it's such a bummer, but i remember back in like 2014-2018 ish, it was super popular! One of my favorite fic authors for Kuroko no Basket, @umisabaku, has some of the best fairy tale aus out there that i've read! It's a woefully underrated au concept, I should add some to my wip list.

I've written my own royalty aus, ive written in a highschool setting a magic setting and a highschool magic setting, and I'm sure people from thal's discord may remember my various obsessions over quarentine ^^

Amnesia fic ive never cared for. I've always thought it's cheesy and pointless in dramas, i think it's cheesy and pointless everywhere. I think I vaguely remember a shonen that did it very well, where it showed that the Hero would Hero wherever he went, but it was a long time ago and I barely remember.

ill tag @coplins, @2many-main, @s8ncake, @primeemeraldheiress, @daemoninwhiteround2, @tigertigertigertime!

#pine talks #tag game

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strialternatives · 4 years

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the way you draw Jason's thighs is pure perfection

we stan thunder thigh jason todd in this house tbh

#jaydick #this is entirely silly i apologize #daemoninwhiteround2 #striarts

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whumpbby · 4 years

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Australian instinct not to touch octopuses is warring with the urge to want to pet Robin's red belly

Robin wasn’t poisonous, so yey!:D

Now, to followup on the previous installmentXD

Dick returning to the centre with a row of sucker bruises on his body pretty much lighted a fire under everyone’s asses, because it was quite obvious this wasn’t a stray octopus that helped him to the shore. They most probably had an octomer on their hands!

The mer team was brought on board and they were all very concerned, because octomer were always a problem - they were usually very territorial and violent and a problem most of the time to have on the outskirts of your kingdom. They don’t subscribe to established borders or politics, they do their thing and usually cause some sort of chaos. So, the mer are very invested in finding out the octo and checking what do they want?

A promising thing is that the octo in question seems to have saved Dick’s life, so they are probably not a homicidal murderer, but still, they are a concern.

Dick involves himself into that situation 100%, because maybe he’s being naive, but he feels that the octomer in question didn’t have bad intentions. He wants to protect the creature if the need arises and he wants to thank him. And he wants to be the one to research that new mysterious species:O

However, it takes forever to find any trail of the elusive octomer. The sea around the island is dangerous for humans and underwater there’s a lot of rocks and crags and tight, sharp spaces not easy for the mer to search. The theory emerges that maybe the octo was there just for a fortunate moment and then swam away? Maybe it was a fluke.

Dick is not convinced, though. He visits the reef as often as he can, this time armed with a radio and provisions, because he isn’t stupid. He spends time walking up and down the beach, diving into the reef, exploring as much of the underwater as he dared. Usually, he’s accompanied by a mer on the order of Bruce - who was unwilling to let his son get stranded again:O

Then, weeks later, Dick ended up doing a late overtime - because due to his new project all of his other ones suffered and he had to catch up.

So, in the afternoon he’s walking down the beach around the centre, trying to get his head around the few paragraphs of his thesis when his eyes catch something. A bit of colour being washed back and forth by the waves. As he’s nearing it, his stomach drops and he rushes, because he knows that colour! It’s Robin!

Indeed, it’s the little octopus, ad Dick knows it’s him, has to be! This time he isn’t tangled in a net - even worse, his arm seems to be trapped in a split of a big piece of driftwood.

“You little klutz!” Dick exhales, kneeling in the water by the octopus and getting a hold of the driftwood. “We have to stop meeting like this!”

Robin is so tired that he doesn’t put up a fight, hanging limply as Dick lifts him and tries to free him. The driftwood splits easily in his hands and Robin is free, but too weak to swim away.

Dick picks him up and carries him deeper into the water, trying to revive him a bit, and it’s working slowly. Robin starts to move a bit more while Dick is cataloguing all the little changes since the last time he’s seen the octopus. He knows that the chance it can be the same octopus is slim, because they don’t tend to live that long, but one can hope, yes? And this one is bigger than Robin was, and also just looks... looks a bit more worn out. And is just as klutzy.

When Dick is standing in the water up to his waist, Robin is getting lively and then - suddenly and without warning - shoots out of his hands and disappears from sight. Dick startles and laughs. “Jeez, no thank you again, eh?”

Then he turns out to return to the shore, new information in mind - at least he tries to.

He can’t, because the moment he makes a move, something tugs on his waist and he’s spun back around.

Heart in his throat, Dick freezes and lets his hands drop into the water, and there it is, a slick, slippery thing wrapped around his waist. A look down reveals just a dark shape, but the touch tells him the texture is familiar. He presses and it flexes and he can feel the press of the suckers on his skin. Jesus, it’s thicker than his arm and taking into account the usual scale of these things...

There are people on the shore, he can see them away from the corner of his eye, but he can’t move, his throat is closed, he can’t move...

A panicked, frantic search gives him nothing, he can’t see under the water, the sun is low and he can’t see under the water....and then the light reflects off the water just right and he sees two bright spots just above the surface. He stares. They blink.

Dick starts to shiver, but can’t tear his eyes away from the two lights that slowly, slowly raise. And there is skin around, there is a face they belong to, but it’s black like a void and he can only see it by the shine of the water flowing down. Speechless, he looks on as the head and neck and shoulders emerge from the water.

He can’t move, because it’s hypnotic, it’s terrifying, he can only tighten his hands on the tentacle holding him in place, otherwise he’d fall down... this is mesmerising, fascinating, terrifying, he’s going to be killed, isn’t he? His first octomer and it’s going to kill him!

“H-hey,” Dick finally manages to choke out of his tightening throat. “Nice to... to meet you...?”

The eyes look at him for a long minute, from across the distance that again made the calculations in dick’s head happen... Then the eyes move forward, the silent figure draws closer and the colours start to change. The splash of dark around Dick blossoms into red and shit, shit! For a moment he thought hit was blood! That he was wounded and simply didn’t realise! And then his brain caught up and he almost pissed himself, because the calculations he did in is head? They were way off, the spread of the body around him was fucking immense! TAT

And then the human part of the mer turned horror-movie bloody for a moment and then finally finally it settled on a human-skin colour... Dick’s skin colour.

It wasn’t at all like the sea-mammal mer, the eyes were bigger, flatter, the hair very short and the mouth seemed wider than...

Oh, really?

“Really?” Dick gasped, eyes glued to the mer’s chest. “You little shit, really?!”

Robin, cradled in the mer’s arm, didn’t look at all ashamed of himself.

#daemoninwhiteround2 #headcanon #octo!jay #jaydick

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primeemeraldheiress · 4 years

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Ahhh that latest blurb for the Warrior verse now has me wondering how Talia would/will react when she finds out that her son has taken after his father

@atasteforsuicidal mentioned something like this, too! So two for one fill! 💕💕😍

The Longest Distance

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Bruce wondered how many times he could ignore the call before she decided to just appear in Gotham. He didn’t think it was many. Sighing, the alpha answered the phone.

“What did you allow my son to do?”

“Good afternoon, Talia.” He remarked dryly. “So wonderful to hear from you.”

“Don’t get smart with me, Beloved.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Talia, Damian is an adult. I don't let him do anything. ‘Your son’ makes his own decisions."

She clicked her tongue. "When he is acting thus he is decidedly your son."

Of course. He suppressed a growl. This. This is why they hadn't mated. It had nothing to do with her father at all and everything to do with how aggravating the omega woman was.

It had everything to do with her father and the League and how different their values were. How manipulative Ra’s was. How toxic. Even today he still loved her.

Quietly, she added, "You know his grandfather will kill the pup. He is not Al Ghul blood."

Bruce couldn't suppress the snarl that rose from his throat. "If Ra's sets one foot into Gotham, he'll regret it!"

She purred soothingly through the line. "I will keep him out. For as long as I can.” Silence stretched on the line. “He has his methods, Beloved."

“I know."

He'd already taken that into account. Already put plans into place. He wouldn't risk the life of his new grandchild -- the pup of the pack -- on a lack of strategy. Not when one of his greatest threats was his own great grandfather.

"What is he like?" Talia asked, the longing well hidden in her voice. To anyone but Bruce.

"You could call him, you know."

"I cannot." Her voice was stiff -- immovable.

"You could."

She sighed, "You know why."

"You're both being ridiculous. He misses his dam."

"It's better this way."

"For whom?" Bruce turned in his chair, arching an eyebrow at himself at the reflection in the window.

"Enough of this! Tell me of my grandson!"

Shaking his head, Bruce began to talk.

Of the laughter that the pup -- the kit, as Damian insisted -- brought into the manor. The light. On the other end of the world, the Daughter of the Demon wished.

Blurb Masterlist

#Emerald Blurb #Warrior Verse #Bruce Wayne #talia al ghul #Alpha Bruce Wayne #Omega Talia Al Ghul #Ra's Al Ghul #(Mentioned)#Dae #daemoninwhiteround2 #atasteforsuicidal #Kit

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jaytheredbird · 4 years

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We are happy to announce that @daemoninwhiteround2 is part of the zine! She’s a writer for the first volume!

Check out her ao3 here

#contributor spotlight #zine writer #daemoninwhiteround2 #jason todd zine

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suzukiblu · 2 months

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the theoretical me that exists in the YJ gets packed up verse (DC continuity does, after all, supposedly take place on Earth and my home country is yet to be blown off the map) just turned into a Superman rogue and they only have a vague idea why. man, fuck Clark. just what is, or isn't, he thinking? what pack? what pack???

He DOES think Kon has a pack, I will say, because this is working-at-Cadmus era Kon and so Kon does have a lot of connections and friends there. Clark just has assumed that those connections and friends are more pack-like than they actually are and, uh . . . not ever discussed it with Kon?? ( Clark, why. )

Also, like, word of god he heard a cat up a tree/natural disaster somewhere and ran off quicker than he should've to go deal with that instead of having a full and proper conversation with Kon and giving himself enough time to realize Kon did NOT in fact have any pack to go to, which I think is something I should posssssibly try to make evident in the narrative sooner than I originally intended to so everyone doesn't start stocking up on the kryptonite. 😆 Possibly.

( Look, it's Kon's POV and Clark was trying to be polite, okay?! The dumbass. The absolute DUMBASS. )

#daemoninwhiteround2 #rintalk #omegaverse

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meaninglessblah-writes · 8 months

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Rule: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received. Tagged by the incredible @setsailslash

I'm extending this to a week, to give folks a chance to read the previews beforehand. Previews for each WIP below the cut!

And I'm forcing @daemoninwhiteround2 @scandalsavagefanfic @sarriathmg and @nightwang96 to join in the fun, because I know they've got some excellent WIPs tucked away.

Enjoy the previews! 💙

Wild West AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature

The main street of Gotham rises like a vulture’s shadow over the prairie, solidifying before their eyes as Slade guides them towards the townsfolk milling through its paved streets. They strike Dick as odd; it’s not often towns this far out on the county’s border will bother with infrastructure. But even the wooden facades of the bank and the sheriff’s office are immaculately painted, not a single chip to mar their appearance.

Dick casts his gaze around, pitching his voice above the gentle clop of their horses’ hooves. “This place looks well-to-do.”

“You’ll do well to keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself, boy,” Slade reminds him, and Dick sighs as he steers them towards the hitching posts of the saloon.

They earn a few wayward glances as Slade dismounts, the spurs of his boots chiming gently as he steadies himself and deftly lashes his reins to the timber. Dick leans his bound wrists onto his saddlehorn and offers him an amused smirk when he circles around to meet him.

The look Slade gives him is unimpressed, like he knows exactly what game Dick is playing at. To be fair, it isn’t the first time they’ve played, but Dick is always looking for the simplest, time-proven means to irritate the man. It’s the least he can do.

“Dismount,” Slade commands, and Dick’s gaze flicks to the slatted saloon doors and back again.

“Too tired to lift me off yourself, old man?” he purrs, flashing Slade a thinly veiled smile. That blue eye rolls, one hand snapping out to seize Dick’s belt. There he pauses, the threat obvious, and Dick tenses.

“Hop down, boy, or I’ll pull you down. Quicksmart.”

“That’d cause a scene,” Dick murmurs down at him.

A muscle in Slade’s jaw ticks. “If these townsfolk are wanting to see a criminal spluttering in the dirt, who am I to deprive them of the entertainment?”

Dick’s ribs twinge at the threat, the reminder of their last venture into a populated town still fresh in his mind. One snowy brow crooks, and Dick kicks his boot from its stirrup, shifting until he can dismount clumsily.

One broad hand falls to his hip to steady him when he staggers at the force of his descent, dust gathering around his calves as he sucks in a breath. Dick clenches his fists to curb the way he wants to flinch from under that grip.

Slade’s lips brush his ear, breath warm in the stagnant air as he murmurs, “Keep testing me, and I’ll leave you tied in the sun with the horses.” Then he straightens, that hand shifting back up to the small of Dick’s back, to press his shirt into the beads of sweat that have been slowly gathering there. “But I thought you said you were thirsty.”

It takes most of his self-control to unwind his jaw and mutter, “Yes.”

“What was that, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Slade murmurs, one wrist winding through the tether of Dick’s cuffs. His tongue clicks once as Dick falls into step, and he takes the time to glare at the man as they cross onto the timber floorboards.

Pacific Rim AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature

You can begin to read this here.

“You know who they assigned me to?” Jason asks, and Dinah shakes her head clinically.

“Not my place to ask. I don’t need to know to provide my diagnosis.”

“But you know, right?” Jason presses anyway, holding her gaze, because he and Dinah go way back. She’s got a better map of his head than anyone, and he hasn’t even shared a drift with her.

Dinah purses her lips, considering her answer for a moment. “I don’t know,” she answers, honestly. “But I can guesstimate their height based on the dysmorphia.” Jason waits. “They gave you Drake, huh?”

“Has he seen you?” Jason asks, and Dinah nods. “You wanna give me a heads up on anything?”

“There’s legislation that prevents me from disclosing confidential patient information,” Dinah reminds him with a wry smirk.

“Well, he’s gotta have all the pieces ticking up there if you’ve approved him for duty,” Jason reasons, and Dinah doesn’t acknowledge that, but she does smile like she’s proud of his deductive reasoning. Jason leans his forearms onto his knees, bowing forwards as he studies her expression. “And he’s gotta be pretty fucked up in there for him to still want to be a pilot. What’s his motivation?”

Dinah doesn’t gratify that with an answer, and Jason sighs.

“Fine. He said he’d lost people. How many copilots has he had before me?”

“That’s classified information,” Dinah provides on auto-pilot, and Jason frowns.

“Two,” Jason retorts, and lifts the fingers on his left hand for emphasis. “I’ve had two copilots so far. Tim’s my third. Based on what I’ve seen of the inside of his skull, I’m at least his third. But I get the impression with a career as illustrious as his, I’m well out of the ballpark.”

“Does the number of co-pilots he’s had previously trouble you?” Dinah asks.

It’s a digging question, and Jason’s lips twist, but he answers, “Just want to know if I’m up to scratch or if they threw me in here because they had no other option.”

"It can't be both?"

Royal AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature

"Will you be back later tonight?"

The crown prince's skin looks bronze in the flickering torch light. Stretched out across the furs and linens, all plump sinew and firm muscle bared, Slade could mistake him for a sculpture.

Those blue eyes are heavy, indolent. The smile tugging at his lips even more so. He'll rise soon, to clean the stain of Slade's release from between his thighs; but for now he indulges.

Slade lowers his eyes to the teeth of his belt, scabbard rattling against his armour as he redresses. "I will. I'll wake you."

Prince Richard turns over, spine arching as he stretches into a more favourable position. Slade has never understood how such positions could be comfortable — far more suited to a hard stretcher or a thin bedroll from his earlier military days than the palatial silks that line Dick's bed — but he also supposes pleasure and discomfort are often bedfellows when it comes to the prince.

Slade pauses to press a lingering kiss to the prince's shoulder as he passed. He's enjoyed many luxuries since he came into the royal employ. Slade's still learning to enjoy them fully.

Dom/Sub AU — Dorian Chase/Dick Grayson — Mature

“Shit, kid,” Dorian sneers, half-impressed, half-disgusted. It makes Dick’s chest pang. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

“Dorian,” Dick wheezes, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed in a groan when he’s dumped on the concrete.

“Stay,” Dorian orders, thrumming with command, and Dick’s muscles unspool of their own will. His shoulders roll forward, breath sighing from his lungs as all of him melts pliantly into the floor at Dorian’s heel. Beneath Dorian’s heel, when the vigilante rests a boot on the back of Dick’s upturned neck. “Good.”

He doesn't stay there long. It might feel like an eternity to Dick, all of his focus narrowed to the scrape of Dorian's tread over his skin. But it can't be more than a few contemplative minutes before Dorian is shifting down to crouch beside Dick's prone form.

“Tell me what Eddie and Liu did to you,” Dorian instructs, and Dick hiccups on his next breath. It hurts, even now, even after the months Dick’s had to work through it. The hours he’s dedicated in therapy to getting over one bad dom.

He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to talk about it. Dick doesn’t want to have to relive every excruciating moment, squeeze out every blind ounce of trust he put in his former doms. Doesn’t want to pick over every wrong word he said, to earn their betrayal. Doesn’t want to analyse every disappointed look, to work out when he should have seen it coming.

Dorian doesn’t give him the reprieve. Dorian’s never been that kind of person.

Bodyguard AU — Harvey Dent/Lincoln March — Explicit

Lincoln blinks. Harvey shifts, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable.

Repeats himself, rephrases it to, "Fuck me, damnit. Hard."

And he must have had a lot of champagne, because the words don't stop pouring out of him; every fantasy Harvey's had spilling up.

"Push me down on my knees and make me suck your cock. Throw me onto the bed and fuck me until I come without even being touched. Make it hurt. Make me enjoy it."

Lincoln doesn't move, and Harvey can feel the frustration ebbing; he's not going to get what he wants, he's drunk, this was stupid—

And then Lincoln moves.

Hunger Games — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit

You can read the beginning of this series here.

He forces a smile onto his face when the door whispers open, blinking back the last of his prickling tears to beam at his guest.

In all honesty, Dick is terrified. The thought of servicing Slade Wilson, the gamemaker who crafted his Games, who nearly sent Dick to his death… It’s too much to stomach.

If the dread is plain on Dick's face, Slade doesn't acknowledge it. He takes his time crossing the room, surveying Dick where he sits. Those eyes pin him to the bed like a butterfly to a board, and Dick's chest feels tight beneath the draping sequins and fabric.

When Slade reaches out, Dick flinches. Doesn't pull back, lest he provoke the gamemaker, and chastises himself for being so obvious. Dick's spent months playing at this game, preparing for this dreaded moment. He's a victor, for Christsakes; he needs to be smarter than this. His survival depends on it, now more than ever.

The earrings clatter, little gems chiming, when Slade tips his face up with two fingers beneath his chin. With the height disadvantage, Dick feels small and outmatched, his pulse a drum in his chest.

Slade fingers the sapphires, watching them refract the light. “Are these pierced?” he asks, and Dick glances down, shaking his head.

He tugs them free of Dick’s ears, tossing them aside. Dick swallows, summoning resolve as he’s made bare before his gamemaker.

Dom/Sub AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature

You can begin to read this here.

"As his physician, I'm asking you to leave."

Tim does his utmost not to bristle. "And I'm refusing, as his dom."

When Jason flinches at that assessment, bare shoulders pulling together beneath the harsh fluorescents, Tim swallows and shifts into a less rigid stance.

"I'm not trying to be an ass," Tim begins with, and forges ahead despite Dr Thompkins' arched and acerbic brow. "But I have a responsibility to Jason, now that he's my sub. His well-being is my priority. If I'm responsible for his care and maintenance, I need to know his afflictions. All of them, not just the ones he wants to tell me about. Then I can be mindful of them when we scene. Can't soothe a bruise with a harder hand, or so the saying goes. I'm staying."

Dr Thompkins watches him for a moment before straightening and holding Jason's attention like Tim had never spoken.

Jason's lip twitches at that, the first hint of positivity that Tim's seen from the moping teen all week.

"Legally, I can't remove him," she tells him, and Tim bites his lip to let her have this small victory. "He's entitled to attend on you, as your dom. But I want to take this opportunity to remind you that I'm your physician, Jason. And my confidentiality does not bend, not matter how persistent the dom."

Star Wars AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne — Teen & Up

You can begin to read this here.

Some of his lackadaisical grace is marred by the onset of adrenaline, sliding into that entrancing focus Tim’s all too familiar with.

It’s not like Tim’s focus; it’s more fluid, less tangible. Shifting around his opponents, to ensnare and entrance. Tim’s spent years beneath Dick’s leadership, learning to undo the effect that trance has on him. Learning to ensnare himself.

Dick rolls his sabers over his palms, the motion an outlet as much as it is a goad. He can see how tightly the jedi is wound, how firm a grasp he has over his control as they circle one another. Their footsteps are steady, pace languid if not for the thick undercurrent of anticipation that runs between them.

“Been a while,” Dick calls around a broad smile. The flares of his saber reflect off the whites of his teeth, carving them into vicious incisors.

Tim doesn’t bite. He knows every tactic the knight has to offer; distracting him with banter is hardly the sharpest tool in Dick’s arsenal.

He rolls his shoulders, sliding into a stance as he grips his saberstaff in a defensive lean.

Dick considers him for a moment, the last dregs of amicability dying as those lips close thin over his teeth. “Alright,” he says, dangerous and resigned, and springs.

Wild West AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne — Mature

The boy is persistent, Bruce will give him that.

He’s swearing up a storm, wrists burning raw with the friction of the ropes he won’t stop trying to fight.

Bruce ignores him, checking his mare over. She’s remarkably placid, considering Bruce has never handled her before. Her tack is worn in places, repaired in others. Meticulously maintained, despite its age. The mare, too, is in good nick; her girth filled out, and coat gleaming in the midday sun.

Bruce flicks a glance towards her ears, and sensing no protest, dips a hand into her saddlebags.

Her owner isn’t nearly so neutral. “Hey!” the boy pipes up, slightly breathless. Bruce doesn’t even look down. “I said, hey!”

“You did,” Bruce agrees, retrieving a tattered novel from the saddlebags. He flicks idly past the worn cover, skimming the prose.

“That’s mine,” the boy snarls, with such indignant fury that Bruce glances up from his place on the page.

Hockey AU — Duke Thomas/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson — Explicit

"You're sloppy," Duke says without looking up.

That hits Jason under the ribs. He cocks his hip, tilting his head to survey the goalie. "Excuse me?"

Duke looks up, his gaze arresting. "You're sloppy. You miss passes. You make too many turnovers."

Abruptly, Jason feels defensive. "In the rush of a game—"

"Let me be clear," Duke says with a mirthless huff. He sets his stick against the goalpost to give Jason his full attention. "You miss easy passes. You make too many easy turnovers."

"Is that so?"

Duke crosses his arms over his chest at Jason's tone, unfazed. "The GM brought me in to give this team a breath of fresh air before playoffs. If you don't want my insight—"

"No, please," Jason says, haughty without being able to pin down why. "Give me the miraculous insight you gleaned from sitting at one end of the ice, watching through bars."

Vikings AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit

Dick laughs when Slade tips him back into the bed of furs, ankles still hooked over his hips. His dark hair looks like water in the nighttime, trickling between the soft white fleece as Slade lifts a hand to trail down his cheekbone.

He's still bloody, still stained with the rot of battle, but so is Slade. It flakes beneath his touch, Dick's warm, blemished skin waiting for him beneath.

Dick's eyes are hooded, his throat tipped back for Slade to kiss down as his fingers move deftly for the knots at the warrior's waist. They fall apart with a harsh tug that rocks Dick up the bed, drawing another chuckle from his smiling lips.

"You nearly died out there, today," Dick hums, arching to press his collarbones to Slade's fingers when he slides them up Dick's chest, shucking his tunic with heady care. "Again."

Slade breaks from his warm skin long enough to murmur, "I have Hel's blessing."

Dick scoffs, lips curling further in his mirth as Slade sits back on his heels to tug his own tunic over his head. When he looks back down, Dick is watching him, all indolence and amusement.

"You'll slight her one day," he warns, shivering when Slade's calloused fingertips trace the blue inked vegvisir on his wrist, trailing up his forearm to finger the heavy gold of his wedding band. "Outlive her graces, and then she'll take you from me."

Slade smiles, soft and amused, and dips his head to kiss Dick's shoulder, wrap his hands around his husband's narrow waist as Dick's ankles tighten around his back. Holding them together, as inseparable here as they had been on the battlefield.

"Never."

Omegaverse AU — Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson —Explicit

Apollo can feel Mid's temple cushioned on his collarbone, Slade's steady presence at his back. Cracking his eyes open reveals the murky shadows of their bedroom, sunlight lain across his brow like a lover's touch.

Everything is muted, the sweet dregs of slumber still clinging. Apollo becomes blearily aware of what's woken him:

Jason, straddling his thighs, his wet heat grinding against Apollo. Coaxing the alpha to half-hardness in the morning light. Enough that he can begin to lower himself into Apollo's length.

A whine fills the room when Apollo reaches a hand down to splay over Jason's thigh, anchoring him.

"Oh, starlight," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

Thank you for reading 💖

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herecomesnaya · 10 months

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y-you ok there Naya?

#I'm moving tomorrow and everything is terrible #thank u for ur concern tho #wheezes #ask #daemoninwhiteround2

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thenerdybonbon · 4 years

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Does that man have a basket on his head?

Why yes, Mingi had a basket on his head, because he is a six foot child and I love him.

This is Mingi:

This is also Mingi:

(I think the basket is what they had the signed balls they threw to the crowd)

#mingi #ateez #daemoninwhiteround2

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7 8 9 10 :3c

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I answered that one for stevie, HERE 😘

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Really anything from the first three or so chapters of Therapy is some of my favorite dialogue BUT!!!

This is from Legacy of the Cowl, and I’ll tell you why after...

There’s very little conviction in his voice as he says, “B said it was too important to risk telling even you. The fewer people who knew, the fewer people who had the burden. And it was my burden, my lie. Not yours. I’m the oldest. I carried that so you didn’t have to.”

Predictably, Jason goes rigid at the weak defense, preparing to set the oldest straight on that bullshit. Tim rolls his eyes and heaves a great, exasperated sigh. Even Damian scoffs from where he stands at Jason’s side, one hand gripping the older boy’s arm in what Tim can only call an attempt to comfort.

“Come on, Dick,” Tim says reasonably before Jason can. “You’re better than that. You’ve never shied away from telling Bruce where to shove it when his orders are bullshit. You’ve never let Bruce overrule your conscience. There was no risk in telling us the truth. We all carry each other’s secrets. We would die before we betrayed you, before we compromised your safety. And you know that. This thing we do doesn’t work on any level without that base level of trust.”

[and a little later...]

"Dick. I... I don't want to give up being Batman," he starts, silently amused by the way Dick's eyes go wide. "I just kinda... assumed you'd want it... expect it, really." Jason smirks. "You know, what with you being the oldest and it being your job to carry that burden, so we don't have to and all."

The smile on Dick’s face widens into a real grin. "Ha ha, very funny." Then he takes Jason's other hand so that he's holding both. Jason feels his cheeks heat. "Jason. I've never wanted to be Batman. I think I did alright while I was, but... there just wasn't a better option at the time. Truth is, that's... just not me. I don't like who I am in the cowl. I don't really know how to explain it—"

(I actually really like the next couple lines of dialogue too but I had to choose and this is the relevant stuff)

Ok. So.

That bullshit Dick says about being the oldest? THOSE ARE HIS EXACT WORDS. From the comics. When the boys find out he’s been alive the whole time.

Let me tell you, as an oldest sibling (I have three little sisters, just like Dick has three little brothers) that kind of shitty excuse absolutely does not fly. You want to patronize and insult your younger siblings, there’s no faster way to do that than to imply that they can’t handle something because they’re younger than you. And like, legitimately, I would never ever say anything like this to my younger sisters over anything because not only would it piss them off, it’s a fucking stupid position across the board. I’m protective of them too, but I also respect them.

Frankly, even the way I wrote it, Dick gets off easy. My sisters would have absolutely verbally beaten me into the floor.

But the way King wrote it? Where everyone is just kind of like, “oh yeah that makes sense”? Bollocks.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Fucking Unfortunate Souls. The first 3/4 of the first chapter poured out in one sitting and the rest took fucking months. I had to hugely change and streamline the ending because it was so goddamn hard to write and it was my fic for the DCU Bang and I was coming up on the deadline. Absolutely massive pain in my ass.

#40 questions #ask meme #Legacy of the Cowl #Unfortunate Souls #dae #daemoninwhiteround2

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