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THE SCREAM MY FRIEND AND I SCRUMPT WHEN JING YUAN SHOWED UP IN THE TRAILER!! WE SAW HIM AND WE BOTH JUD WENT "JING YUAN!! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??" AND STARTED INCOHERENTLY SOBBING

#i feel like when shit hits the fan with 2.2 Dan Heng is gonna ask the Loufu for backup #because jing yuan said something along the lines of “we are in your favour” blah blah blah #so when everything goes wrong with Sparkle (who definitely has a huge part to play in 2.2 even though she wasnt mentioned or seen) #let me cook #so when everything goes wrong with Sparkle and Acheron and Gallagher (who was also coincidentally not mentioned) and Sunday #Dan Heng is gonna be like “okay pull up bitch” to Jing Yuan #you never know maybe Blade might show up to help #I feel like the Stellaron Hunters have a big part to play in this #i genuinely cant wait for this im stimming at the mere thought #just me? #in other news aventurine hasnt come home yet #COME HOME AVENTURINE #I NEED YOU IN MY TEAM #thankyou for coming to my TED talk

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Honkai Star Rail is slowly overtaking my brain and I am not unhappy about it.

Anyway AVENTURINE BANNER IN THREE DAYS. I have like eight pulls and 200 Stellar Jades so I need to step up my game, but ANYWAY-

#lets ignore the fact i have 34 UNFINISHED QUESTS #ill get them done eventually #still trying to beat that little shit known as Yanqing #honkai: star rail #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine hsr #aventurine wanters will be aventurine havers!!

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#hes so cunty i love him

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#aventurine needs sleep AND a hug #hsr aventurine

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WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!

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Wait but transcribing a movie is such a cool idea I might do that

camp nano challenge prompts

choose a new genre to write in

or a new audience to write for! write something ya, or adult, or a children's fantasy series

transcript a movie

write 10k words in your secondary language (french conjugaison be damned)

write a story inspired by an album

write a story starting from the end

pantsers become planners and planners become pantsers!

write a spin-off / au for your main wip

ask your friends to create characters and weave them into a narrative

write a short story every day

find another writer to write a story with

rewrite the first wip you can remember working on

write a shakespearean retelling

rewrite a novel but change its genre

create characters and write a random scene with them every day; put it together at the end

#one huge project at a time Atlas #nanowrimo

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if there's one thing we can learn from this booping experience it's that we need to give people notes and interact with them for tumblr to be fun and thriving

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Some of you haven't been to the darkest depths of ao3 and it shows

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

PROLOGUE: He Is

Summary: An alternate universe where Jason Todd never dies to the Joker - but someone else does.

Nothing is truly set in stone. Even meticulously crafted calligraphy on a headstone eventually withers away under the elements until nothing remains legible. It becomes difficult to make out who died, when they did so, and by whom's hand. In times of need, you need to learn who to trust and to what extent. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold. No one ever has any idea who holds the knife at your back.

Word count: 1157

Characters: Jason Todd/Robin, Bruce Wayne/Batman (mentioned), Dick Grayson/Nightwing (mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned).

Tags: Long fic, angst if you squint, mentions of prostitution but not for Jason, weaponry (guns), Robin Jason

A/N: The first of many chapters for a long fic I will be working on! Updates may be a little inconsistent, but I am to be posting chapters at least every month or so. Comments and reblogs are much appreciated! Asks are always open <3

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Batman is power.  

He is a god. He is a concept. He is both myth and legend. He is an entity of such destructive prowess that death dare not approach him. He is a bedtime story you tell your children before they go to sleep at night. He is the shadow that darkens the doorsteps of those who harm others. He fights for the safety of the people in his city, his domain, and his family – and he is excellent at it.  

Bruce Wayne is wealth.  

He is human. He is mortal. He is flesh and blood and bones. He is wealthy but does not abuse the power that comes with it. He is the newspaper article on the front page. He is the pair of scissors that cuts the ribbon for the new hospital or library or school or food bank. He fights for the welfare of the people in his city, his domain, and his family – and he is excellent at it.  

Nightwing is strength.  

He is the glue that binds the two. He is the compassionate in-between. He has blood and bones, and he bleeds and breaks but there is something, something in his soul that makes him not entirely human. He is not the shadow like his father before him; instead, he is the opposite. He is the light that keeps the darkness at bay. He makes sure hope exists even when the mighty Dark Knight is consumed by his own demons. Even legends need compassion.  

Dick Grayson is justice.  

He fights for equality in a more legal setting. He is handcuffs and police hats and turn around slowly with your hands on your head! He is donuts and sunglasses and yes ma’am, your cat is fine. I have her here. He is one of the good ones. He is family and love, just like his fathers – both biological and adopted – before him. He is a son and a father and a brother and a husband with the capability of love so profound it shocks his own family. He also has a deafening, cacophonous rage within him. One he keeps hidden away and contained in neat glass bottles that has been carefully brewing since he was eight years old. A rage he keeps in check for his own sake. A rage that drove Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson apart.  

Robin is passion.  

He is youth and childhood wonder. He is backflips and cartwheels and beating up bad guys who did bad things. He works his hardest and sometimes that isn’t enough but that’s okay. He is a child. He is red tunics and yellow capes and green trunks that are borderline underwear but he’s working on a new prototype anyway. He has much to learn.  

Jason Todd is perseverance.  

He is youth that grew up too fast. He is lockpicks and crowbars and a petty criminal reformed. He is Jane Austen and George Orwell and J.R.R Tolkien and the other great minds of literature. He is intelligence and irresponsibility and growth and immaturity. He has the capability to do anything he sets his mind to with the backing of his loved ones behind him. He has much to learn.  

Some debate angrily and with shaking fists that he is a child soldier; a victim manipulated by the Big Bad Bat. Others would calmly point out that he is turning eighteen in a week – a fact that Jason is dreading – and that he has no other family except for the aforementioned “Big Bad Bat” and his butler. He’s been in the vigilante game since he was twelve and it’s taking its toll. The constant juggling of vigilante work, maintaining appearances at the school he’s too intelligent for, and trying (and failing) to be a normal, untraumatised boy is creating cracks in the not-so-impenetrable walls he carefully developed out of crumbling concrete in his mind.   

It’s only when he’s out on patrol with his pseudo-father that he has a clear head. It’s easy to forget what haunts you when you’re in the process of making new ghosts. It’s easy to use fists and fancy bat-gadgets to punch through his problems instead of, y’know, talking about why he has problems in the first place. Therapy failed him as most things do. Psychiatrist after psychiatrist listened to his qualms, but they don’t help when he already understands why he’s the way he is. It’s a catch 22: he’s fucked both mentally and emotionally, and he knows what makes him fucked and what to do to help himself, but he can’t do anything to make it better no matter how hard he tries. He wants to be better – he'd do anything to not be the way he is – he just can’t. It makes him want to run away; to take flight with canary wings and retake his mental freedom.  

On patrol, he’s free. It’s like a video game: point and shoot. Except he’s not allowed to use guns, which sort of sucks. The prostitutes and escorts on the streets where he grew up taught him how to use one safely in case of emergencies. A warning came alongside it, of course. “Don’t you ever use a gun to take a life, darlin’ – only to save it.” It was said by one of the oldest and wisest ladies who had been on the streets since she was his age at the time. Little eight-year-old Jason Todd took that to heart. Those words of wisdom have stuck with him ever since and is the reason why Alfred hasn’t told Bruce about the pistol under his mattress yet. It was originally under his pillow, but the ex-spy pointed out the safety concerns of doing so to pre-teen Jason, so they compromised. Bruce would, of course, lose his shit if he found out – so it’s their little secret for now. It’s not like he would need to use it. Wayne Manor was a fortress. Not even the Man of Steel was able to sneak in without the Dark Knight noticing. It’s more for his own peace of mind. Such a thing is hard to come by for someone like him. A gun nearby puts him at ease, which is a bit backwards but hey – whatever helps.  

The point is: Jason Todd is a boy screwed over by the world and he’s on a war path to retake his freedom no matter the cost.  

“A luxurious cage will eventually wipe out the canary’s yearning for freedom.” That’s what Bruce thinks, at least. If he gives Jason a life better than what he had, he wouldn’t want to run. He wouldn’t want to fly away. Bruce needs him just as much as Jason wants to be needed.  

But even then, a luxurious house will only increase people’s tolerance for suffering. The cage will always be strong enough to imprison freedom. Wealth can’t solve everything, Bruce. Wild things always yearn to be wild.  

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so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life

#too real

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reblog to EVIL BOOP the person you reblogged from >:3

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had a dream where i logged in to ao3 and saw this

so i'm manifesting it for every author who sees this

likes charge reblogs cast, rb to wish kudos and comments upon your favorite fics

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YOS

REPRESENTATION

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my beloved writers, here's a daily reminder that your writing is never ever trash or bad as long as you have fun writing it. go wild and have fun. there're someone out there who will love and cherish those words you wrote. ♡

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i'm literally begging people to relearn how to use earbuds and headphones. i don't wanna hear your fucking tiktok while im waiting for my flight.

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ao3 writers staring at their inboxes 0.2 seconds after posting a new fic