#trope writing challenge

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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[blackrosesandwhump]

100 Drabble Challenge: Lab Whump Edition

The challenge: write exactly 100 words about any of the following 60 prompts. Have fun!

Vivisection

Scalpel

Strapped down

Drugged

Injection

Scars

Naked

Disoriented

Under observation

Incision

Bandages

Blood

Experiment

Conditioning

Gloved hands

Cleaned up

Oxygen mask

Sleep deprivation

Nightmares

Privacy

Captured

Anesthesia

Prostrate

Starving

Dehydrated

Recovery

Bedrest

Desensitized

Gauze

Isolation

Uniform

Unconscious

Needle

Cut

Weak

Screaming

Infection

Manhandled

Shivering

Reflection

Dehumanized

Surgery

Torture

Pain medication

Phobia

Abused

Bedsores

Dragged

Sterile

Sedated

Research

Mistake

Begging

Pity

Touch starved

Pain

Damaged

Stitches

Volunteer

On camera

#whump #whump prompts #whump challenge #whump writing #lab whump #experiment whump #medical whump #human experimentation #lab rat whumpee #vivisection #blood #laboratory #needles #strapped down #captivity #experimentation #experiment #word prompt #prompt challenge #prompt list #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump community

[unwhitewashthebadbatch]

When we say that future creators can do better, we mean it. Our carrd has some reasources, but everyone in the Star Wars fandom is encouraged to not only go out and do their own research, but to spread what they find among their peers. Learn how to draw the facial features of different ethnicities. Large noses, flat ones, hooked ones. Round faces, full cheeks, hooded eyes. The full range of skin tones. Learn about the tropes and stereotypes surrounding your marginalized characters. Learn what to do, how to avoid doing the same things as the Bad Batch creators. You'll be shocked to learn how popular media has historically gone out of its way to demonize people of color, disabled people, neurodivergent people, and Jewish people, among others. What may seem like a harmless trope to you often has decades or even centuries of hate behind it. No trope exists in a vacuum, and no creation does, either. You can do better.

#mod ch #fanart #omega #hunter #tech #unwhitewashtbb #swtbb #star wars #the bad batch #crosshair #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #in general your writing will improve #because oftentimes relying on common tropes for your writing and characters #leads to unimaginative and frequently lazy writing #arcs #and characterization #if you write against the grain you'll challenge yourself to think outside the box #your writing will also seem much more compassionate and have more weight to it #because you decided not to be mainstream with your ideas #the same goes for art #i cant begin to describe how much the general art quality has improved in the fandom #because people started learning how to render brown skin #and different faces #rather than just doing what the show did #myself included

[lunarbuck]

Soulmate AU Writing Challenge

hello hello hello! to celebrate my 2k follower milestone i've decided to try my hand at running a writing challenge :) Please make sure to read the instructions and have fun!!!

this challenge is 18+ only so minors do not interact/participate

Now let's get into it 🌙

Time frame: August 9 - September 13

Instructions: Select your favorite trope/au from the list and message/send me an ask to claim! I will add more to the list if I need to.

Your fic can be any word count, but please use the read more after 350 words. These can be fluffy, smutty, angsty, dark, literally whatever, but I ask that you refrain from including scat, piss, or ageplay. Make sure to properly tag your fics!!!!

You do not have to be following me to participate

When you post your fic, please tag me so I can reblog and make a masterlist!! I hope you guys have fun, I can't wait to read what you all come up with <3

✨AU/Trope List✨

Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however your soulmate does not know when it happens. @mrsmischief209

You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your body (and vice versa). @onceuponastory

You have your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body. @mischief-dream

Everyone is able to see each other’s aura. You and your soulmate have the same-colored aura, and you will stop seeing auras altogether after you meet them.

You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate. @angrythingstarlight

Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own. @wishfulstargazer

You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vice versa). @vase-of-lilies

Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

You have a clock that counts down until you meet your soulmate.

You and your soulmate share matching tattoos. @americas-ass-writing

You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet. @seleswrites

You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors. @writing-for-marvel

Your soulmate’s scars appear on your body (and vice versa). @buckets-and-trees

You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is. @flordeamatista

You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body. @indyluckycharlie

You have a tattoo that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling. @jbucb

The only thing you remember from your past life is the face of your soulmate. @she-wolf09231982

You share a dream with your soulmate when you’re both asleep. @navybrat817

You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate. @sgt-seabass

Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate. @princessphilly

You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger. @pluvia-b

You have a tattoo of how old your soulmate will be when you meet. @thecubanator2

You have a tattoo of your soulmate’s initials. @vonalyn

Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet. @rainisawriter

You cannot feel pain until you meet/touch your soulmate. @nickfowlerrr

Tagging some mutuals who might be interested (no pressure obviously lol)

@flordeamatista @jobean12-blog @late-to-the-party-81 @buckets-and-trees @aquariusbarnes @jen-with-a-pen @navybrat817 @mrsmischief209 @onceuponastory @summerofsnowflakes @sgt-seabass @goldylions @writing-for-marvel @snugglingbucky @angrythingstarlight @bbgem329 @mickeyhenrys @sunshinebuckybarnes

#lunarbuck #writing challenge #follower milestone #soulmate au #soulmate tropes #soulmate writing challenge #writing challenge promo #support writers

[witchy-shortcake]

Whump challenge based on books i loved:

Invisible: Bullying, scars, isolation, sibling bonding

I fell in love with hope: Terminal illness, suicide attempts, domestic violence, found family.

The gray house: Ableism, neglectful Parents, addiction, mental institutions.

The inn at the end of the world: Natural disasters, seeking shelter at an abandoned place, traumatic injuries, stray animals.

Plague 99: Post-apocalypyptic setting, contagious deadly disease, forced to work together, eating disorders.

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #whump prompt #writing #whump drabble #fyp2023 #whump art #whump fanfiction #whump community #whump tropes #whump scenario #whumpblr #Whump challenge #Writing challenge #writing ideas #writing stuff #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity

[itropeyou]

Will you accept this challenge?

I Trope You! is a challenge created by @rainisawriter and the premise is quite simple. Every month, I'll be posting a random trope from TV Tropes. It will be your job, the writer, to craft something around that prompt! Do I have your attention so far? Then please keep reading and reblog this post so more writers (and readers) can find it! Thanks so much ^-^)/

This challenge officially began on September 1st, 2023.

We now have an AO3 Collection!

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-> Guidelines

Each piece of writing should be a minimum of 100 words. There is no maximum word count.

Every fandom/pairing is welcome, including original fiction!

Every genre is welcome, but 18+/NSFW must be clearly tagged as such. You can block 18+ reblogs on this account by blocking the tag #ITY18.

If you want this blog to reblog your work, please @ this account and make sure #ITYchallenge is one of the first five tags.

You can use these prompts anytime you want, but only posts made within the prompt's one month time period will be reblogged.

You're free to combine this challenge with any others, given that challenge is also okay with combining!

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out! :)

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-> The Challenges

Challenge 1; Genre Shift (september)

Challenge 2; Furniture Blockade (october)

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#writeblr #fanfic #writing #writing challenge #challenge #trope #i trope you! #itychallenge #creative writing #writer #writing community #writerscommunity

[ilynpilled]

i can fully understand the gripes with certain misogynistic tropes/writing issues that are present in the execution of some of cersei’s writing, but i will never understand the “she should have a redemption arc” or “she should be more likeable/less morally dark” perspective. that is not what her character is or has to be to make it great. wanting more female anti-heroes or “redemption arcs” with moral greyness and complexity of the level that asoiaf gives to primarily male characters is entirely understandable, but do some of you people even like cersei as a character, like at its core? like this is not about criticising the execution of certain things when it comes to this character, this is about taking issue with her as a villain fundamentally, which i just do not agree with at all

#i also do not understand why she is juxtaposed only w her brothers #in this respect #like if u wanna take issue w not as many female anti heroes that r allowed the level of true moral greyness of j theon etc i get that #but thats a whole text problem like a family isnt a monolith they r different characters with different drives its not a competition between #them #all three r dealing w some very very diff things too like they r distinct characters #and i honestly dont think cersei’s character set up works with a redemption story like she specifically is way more interesting as she is #she is a discussion of tropes when it comes the ‘female villain’ and u can take issue w the execution but i like the concept a lot #like she is written the way she is for a reason why do u want her to be a different character entirely #like if u want this why not advocate for george making a female character whose story would actually work with the redemption trope instead #of making their writing weaker and less trope busting #ig i just really like with cersei the idea that her being an evil perpetrator doesnt erase her being a victim of misogyny and vice versa #like i like that challenge that she is deserving of sympathy for these things without the need to redeem her or make her ‘likeable’ #patriarchal violence will affect all women #and the story deserves to work just as well with someone u r not supposed to root for #its about the humanization of these people #evil doesnt exist in a vacuum #and it makes perfect sense that these specific systemic conditions create it #and then perpetuate it

[pendarling]

If I do get banned it's because of this. It's just for writing I swear.

🖤𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 Whump // Whumper x Whumpee For Your 🆂🅸🅲🅺 Heart🖤

18+ ONLY Minors DNI

C/TW: sexual abuse, general abuse, manipulation, CNC, dub-con, torture, Don't read if you don't think you can take it, the title is a giveaway

Kissing Whumpee after every torture session

Leaving burn marks or slicing Whumpee in a way that imprints their name onto them

"Good boy/girl, just like that..."

Collars with or without shock

Not letting Whumpee wear any undergarments so they take them at any point

Whumpers that love to watch their Whumpee sleep

Torturing Whumpee and mid-way realizing how pretty their screams sound

"You like that, don't you?" "N-no..." "You do!"

When Whumper gives them the option to stay in the basement and endure torture or come to bed with them and eat something warm

Whumpers that make their Whumpee wear something sexually suggestive on purpose

"Easy, easy, I won't hurt you this time. Just relax."

Whumpers that originally kidnapped because they had a jealous hatred for Whumpee but over time developed an obsession

"My dear, have I told you how lovely you look under me like that?~"

Whumpers that shower/bathe, groom, and dress Whumpee; gently removing any dirt and complimenting their ability to handle pain

Whumpers that become just really bad caretakers

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MASTERLIST

#writing prompt #whump #whumpee #whumper #whumper x whumpee #intimate whumper #pet whump #whump tropes #whump dialogue #whump ideas #tw abuse #pendarling try not to get banned challenge #whumpee x whumper #caretaker x whumpee #bad caretaker #bad caretaker x whumpee #whumper turned caretaker

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Deciding Monthly Themes Round 2 Poll 1

Poll 2

Assuming it works out without ties, probably the top 2 in each poll will automatically make it past round 3 into the final list of monthly themes. The next six in each poll will move on to round three, where the 8 highest voted will also make it into the final list.

#whump event #whump poll #event planning #whumpblr #whump community #whump #whump prompts #whump writing #whump tropes #whump challenge

[bebx]

“okay I will try to finish this fic I’ve been working on and see if I can post it today!” says the girlie as she continues scrolling aimlessly through tumblr

#whining about writing instead of actually writing #ao3 #archive of our own #writing #writer #writeblr #writers #writers on ao3 #writing community #writing memes #whump #angst #whumpblr #blorbo #fandom #writing challenge #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #whump community #trope #tropes #prompt #prompts

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes

#writing #writer #writeblr #writers #writing community #writing challenge #whump #angst #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom #fandoms #whumpblr #writing meme #writing memes #writing tropes #tropes #trope #whump tropes #writing trope #whump trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt #prompts #whump prompt #whump prompts #writing inspo #writing inspiration

[itsgoldleaf]

Last Line Challenge!

I’ve been tagged (over many weeks, I’m so bad at time management akrfahdah) by @forloveofcodywan, @laurabwrites and @smoosey!

Here’s something that was ostensibly for @codywanfirstkissbingo but there are no guarantees I’ll finish it this month, but let’s enjoy Cody’s I-am-making-General-Kenobi’s problems-my-problem-and-that-includes-General-Kenobi vibes nonetheless :)

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The General has nightmares. He screams, he cries out, he calls for help. Under no circumstances, Cody has been told, by Skywalker, do you do anything about it. Nor, gods forbid, do you tell anyone.

Cody reads between the lines, knows that everyone already knows and is pretending to be deaf after lights out. Kenobi himself alludes to none of it, mumbling through his breakfast tea and propping his eyelids open with the Force. He perks up by mid-meal and looks vaguely awake by the time the clankers come clanking. Cody is miffed, more than anything else, that Kenobi thinks none of this worth clueing him in on; that he doesn't trust Cody with this information, or, that he believes that Cody would, gods forbid again, care.

Skywalker’s eyes had something lurching behind them when Cody had quietly asked him what, in the fuck, was up with Kenobi. A shambling fury, to be unbottled full-tilt on Cody should he ever cross that line and ask Kenobi what he can do to help, paired with a shoulder slump of relief the flavour of which Cody didn’t like furring his tongue. It tasted, quite clearly, of he’s your problem now, bucko.

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Bit more than a last line but you get the picture hahaha. Open tags for anyone who wants to join in!!

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #clone wars #star wars tcw #star wars #last line challenge #yes this wip has the tried and true sharing a bed trope in it :):):):):) #goldleaf's writing

[bonefall]

Im still messed up thinking about how Shaded Moss descends from the heavens to tut-tut at Tall Shadow for killing someone during a battle to the death

"How did you know he was going to kill Thunder hmmmmmmmm???"

(Insert scenes of Clear Sky saying "KILL EVERYONE")

"Who are you to decide whose life is more valuable hmmmmmm?"

My friend who came to save my life is more valuable than the guy trying to kill him, actually. Yeah. I am I to decide that.

Do you remember in TPB when Clawface kills Spottedleaf and Fireheart lets him go because it's dishonorable to kill a defeated warrior, and then Clawface tries to kill him next time, and Graystripe snaps his neck? And then he snaps Darkstripe's neck? Killing two people to save his friend and no one bats an eye? I miss that. Let's go back to that.

#Self defense makes you Just As Bad is the worst trope #Guys please skewer me if I ever write something this awful #OH my god #The True Solution is just to let people murder you and bully you forever because then you can be the most righteous corpse in the ground #Bone babble #Tall Shadow #Shaded Moss blow up immediately challenge

[i-did-not-mean-to]

April - Eönwë x Arafinwë

Here's the last one I got sent in, for the moment, and it's another one my darling reader MoonLord has sent in :D

This turned a little darker and sadder than I wanted, so please heed the tags!

Lots of love!

Pairing: Eönwë x Arafinwë (Russingon, Fëanor & Fingolfin & Finarfin)

Prompts: Friendship, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Shapeshifting

Words: 2050

Warnings: sadness, self-mutilation, canonical death, despair, loss, bad news

“You came,” Arafinwë sobbed, his whole body slumping forward as if he was tempted to throw himself against the broad chest of his mighty friend. “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

Eönwë steeled himself to keep from flinching back from the bleak despair radiating in violent waves from the frail frame of the esteemed Elven king; he never knew how to deal with the unbridled, often outright shamelessly emotional outbursts of the Children, and he was afraid of distressing his friend even further by reacting inappropriately.

“How can I be of service?” the herald thus asked cautiously, extending a gentling hand which Arafinwë instantly clutched like a lifeline.

“My brothers,” he whispered, tears staining his fair face. “My heart aches fiercely, and I’m filled with dread that some dark fate has befallen them.”

This time, Eönwë did take a step back—it was forbidden to quest in thought or feeling for those who’d callously deserted the Blessed Realm, and he felt the stern gaze of his Master on the back of his neck even now.

All the non-committal words of illusionary comfort he was expected to dispense, though, died on his tongue in the face of the unembellished misery contorting his friend’s handsome face.

“I know not,” Eönwë finally said. “They’ve chosen their own destiny by removing themselves from the goodwill and protection of the Valar.”

“But you could find out,” Arafinwë wailed and surged forward to dig his fingers into Eönwë’s tunic in a gesture so shockingly disrespectful and undeniably desperate that the benevolent Maia didn’t even have the heart to chide him for his presumptuous trespass. “You are not a prisoner of these lands.”

“Neither are you,” Eönwë reminded him kindly. “Neither were they.”

At that gentle remonstrance, Arafinwë’s face fell like a heap of ashes blown astray by Manwë’s mighty winds.

“I’ve tried to leave once before,” the King of what remained of the Ñoldor breathed mournfully. “I couldn’t do it—and I dare not provoke the wrath of those who’ve welcomed me back so graciously now. I ask this as a friend—could you not travel hither and assuage the fear devouring my very soul?”

It was a terrible idea, Eönwë knew, and he should have declined. By rights and custom, he should have relegated this matter to Nienna or Estë for they would have found the right words to pacify Arafinwë.

Instead, he felt his head dip in a silent, grave nod.

Arafinwë reminded him of a failing fledgling, left behind in a deserted nest by his foolhardier siblings, and Eönwë’s heart bled for the stark loneliness that enveloped the pitiful wretch like an acrid stench; the herald, after all, was a being made to follow and obey, and—in this—his heart commanded him to break the rules to bring peace to one who’d so bravely contained all notions of strife and war within his brittle soul to spare those around him.

Surely, those who lived in and on faith all their life deserved to be granted knowledge from time to time as a reward for their blind, unwavering, oft perilous belief.

“I cannot, I shall not intervene,” Eönwë reminded the sorrowful supplicant. “As a reward for your enduring love and diligence, I will grant you this boon, though—I’ll find out what happened to your brothers and tell you posthaste.”

He did not share the price and suffering he’d take upon himself to do so—these were no concerns for a mere incarnate, and his desire was not to place the burden of guilt onto Arafinwë’s frail shoulders.

“Thank you,” the Elf cried, sinking to his knees and making to kiss the hem of Eönwë’s garment.

“Desist,” Eönwë expostulated and joined the other on the cool, damp ground, cupping his pale cheek tenderly and brushing a rough thumb across the wet skin. “You have been a good, loyal friend to me, and I love you well, son of Finwë. I shall accept your amicable gratitude, but you shan’t abase yourself before me.”

Watery eyes were slowly lifted pleadingly, and Eönwë at once bent forward to press his lips soothingly to that pallid, sorrowful brow.

“Be careful,” Arafinwë said with such genuine fervour that the other couldn’t help but yearn to subdue the tremor in those full lips by moving his own down a shapely cheek to the source of so innocent and foolish an exclamation.

“Worry not about me, dear,” Eönwë cooed. “Go home and make peace with your wife. I shall seek you out as soon as I’m back!”

“Milord!” Arafinwë mumbled into that sweet, comforting kiss before bowing sharply. “I shall await you impatiently!”

As he watched his heartened friend slowly walk back to his splendid abode, Eönwë turned his radiant face to the dark ocean and took a shivering breath—he was undaunted by the cruel steps he’d have to undertake to fulfil his promise, yet he dreaded his master’s just wrath if his base betrayal would come to light.

There was no hiding the truth from Manwë’s far-seeing eyes, so his diligent, hopelessly optimistic herald had to make haste before the mighty Vala could intervene to prevent him from leaving.

Drawing his sword—glistening like the embodiment of solace and vengeance alike—he did what had to be done unflinchingly.

Upon setting foot on the defiled soil, churning with frantic anger and hurt, Eönwë froze.

He’d known Fëanáro’s essence since the time it had slowly poisoned and snuffed out his mother’s soul, and he was reeling with fatigue and shock as he realised that he could not sense it anywhere.

“No,” he whispered. “No, he should be here.”

Slowly and cautiously, he lifted his face into the fetid breeze.

He could sense Fëanáro’s sons, sullen, agonising, diminished, but the one he’d come for was not among them.

Shrugging uncomfortably, he set out in search of Nelyafinwë who, he hoped, would be able to tell him of the fate about which he sought knowledge and reassurance.

After a long, wearying walk, Eönwë finally reached the stark, grey walls surrounding that dour fortress over which ruled the firstborn son of the famed Spirit of Fire—conjuring up dignified equanimity from the depths of his nascent despair, he did neither flinch nor protest when he heard a soldier announce that there was a beggar at the door.

Instead, he schooled his face into a pleasant smile in joyous expectation of having gotten closer to his goal.

He was left waiting in cold, draughty rooms for a shocking amount of time before a shadow so dark it made his very soul shiver fell upon him.

“Herald,” Nelyafinwë rasped in surprise. “You’re bleeding.”

“How did you recognise me?” Eönwë gasped, his mind awhirl with thoughts and observations that made his stomach drop.

The once gloriously beautiful Elven prince had grown gaunt and hollow-eyed, and his snarl was more reminiscent of a bleeding wound than of the radiant smile Eönwë remembered so well.

“I’ve lived through too many unspeakable horrors to be deceived by so weak a glamour,” the Lord of the stronghold chuckled mirthlessly. “You did not have to mutilate yourself—your light gives you away.”

Eönwë flinched—if he’d still had his wings, they would have quivered in alarm, but, in his present form, he merely winced violently.

“Your uncle sends me,” he then explained. “I’ve come from the Blessed Realm, risking much as you can imagine, to supply news about Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë to my dear friend. What can you tell me?”

Shaking his head regretfully, Nelyafinwë gave a crooked shrug that revealed the heavily bandaged stump of his hand which gave Eönwë another painful jolt—Thorondor had declined to speak about what he’d seen on his daring, sanctioned rescue mission, and it was his tight-lipped refusal to impart any wisdom pertaining to the state of things that had eventually pushed poor Arafinwë into making such foolhardy demands and heart-wrenching pleas.

“You can tell Arafinwë that he shan’t worry about my father ever again; Fëanáro won’t come to wrench his precious crown off his golden head. He’s dead and, as per Námo’s dark declaration, will never be seen again.”

“Why, that cannot be true!” Eönwë exclaimed, feeling oddly betrayed by the cold words that buffetted him like a volley of sharp blades, inexorably piercing him to the core of his being.

Surely, if that was so, Manwë would have known and so would Vairë and Námo—undoubtedly, they would not have withheld so grievous a fact from Arafinwë.

“There’s nought here to learn, herald,” Nelyafinwë muttered. “We’re dispersed like bad seeds, unable to take root, doomed to never thrive. I suppose you’ll see High King Ñolofinwë next—extend my greetings to His Highness.”

He hesitated for a near-imperceptible moment before adding, “And express my warmest regards to Prince Findekáno. Tell him that I’m still devoted to my labour of mending the rift between us.”

An incongruous, frightening sense of urgency had slipped into his hoarse, monotone voice now.

“May you find better tidings at their camp,” Nelyafinwë said, not unkindly, and swept out of the room without turning back.

Eönwë cursed himself for having discarded his wings in an act of agonising folly for his progress through the war-torn lands was slow and arduous.

When he finally reached his destination, his heart was heavy and his soul so tense that he feared that it might break under the slightest additional strain or blow.

“Hail…” he exclaimed when he saw Prince Findekáno walk towards him, but the courteous words of greeting died on his tongue as he registered the tears running down those shockingly concave cheeks he’d remembered as round and perpetually set in motion by quick smiles and witty remarks.

“Eönwë,” Findekáno sighed, visibly trying to pull himself together. “Have you come to intercede in my father’s favour?”

Remembering his vow, Eönwë shook his head slowly. “Where is Ñolofinwë? His brother much desires to have news from him, and I’ve taken it upon me to procure them.”

“Ah, the losses, the madness,” the prince sighed in profound hopelessness. “My father, the High King, has ridden out on his own to challenge Morgoth to a fight.”

At that, Eönwë frowned. Level-headed and wise, the Ñolofinwë he’d watched grow from a steadfast, jolly elfling toddling behind his unbearably haughty half-brother would never have undertaken so stupidly temerarious and futile an enterprise as to goad a Vala into single combat.

He could not have imagined hearing anything more absurd and unlikely than Fëanáro bursting into flame and abandoning his sons to carry out his otiose plans—nevertheless, now he learned that Indis’s firstborn was moribund as well.

“Maybe we can stop him,” Eönwë cried, his voice echoing through the deserted courtyard like the screeching of a huge bird of prey caught in a vicious trap. “We must prevent such a senseless sacrifice!”

“It’s too late,” Findekáno declared in the shivering voice of one trying to contain more anguish and pain than his mind could even comprehend. “I’m sorry that you shan’t convey better news to my uncle. Have you heard about Fëanáro?”

All Eönwë could do was to nod. For some reason, which was absolutely mystifying to him, he couldn’t stop moving his head to and fro as if the rhythmical motion could dislodge the cutting splinters of terrible knowledge burrowing into his mind mercilessly.

“It’s not safe here,” Findekáno whispered urgently. “You must away before anyone can see you and get the wrong idea. There shall be enough disappointment and mourning without having a spy instead of a warrior in our midst. Go back and send my loving greetings to Arafinwë.”

Sputtering, Eönwë relayed Nelyafinwë’s message—prompting the first genuine reaction of joy in the soon-to-be High King of the Ñoldor—and went on his way once more.

As he threw himself into Ulmo’s arms, ready to accept whatever punishment the Valar saw fit for his devastating excursion, Eönwë couldn’t help thinking that he’d not only have to tell his dear friend that his brothers were dead, but that he’d also be the bearer of widowhood and maternal loss, quailing before the immense grief of excellent women he’d hitherto respected and liked.

He had left a hero, a bringer of hope, and he’d return as a dull, throbbing beacon of endless mourning.

-> Masterlist

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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: M/M Fandom:  Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Relationship: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Humor, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Soulmates, Soul Bond, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Multiverse, Multiverse Travel, Aliens, Alien Culture, justice league - Freeform, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Outer Space, Angst

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Batman and the Justice League are forced to harbor Joker when he accidentally gets beamed up to the Watchtower. But a clown in space will be the least of their problems. What is originally supposed to be a simple mission to facilitate diplomacy between a warring planet turns into the uncovering of deeply rooted corruption, and the leaders of this world are willing to sacrifice anything to maintain the status quo. Even if that means harming its own people. As the Justice League struggles to create order and save lives, Batman and Joker’s inextricable bond might just be exactly what they need to save them all.

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