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Scut Farkus-core

Jason finished cleaning his gun, started to reassemble it with precision. “Hey Red,” the slide clicked. “You know your little speedster friend has yellow eyes?” “Yeah?” Tim glanced up from his laptop, the sound of keys clacking remained constant. “‘God help me, yellow eyes’” he quoted, mostly to amuse himself, and partly to shake off the memory of being threatened by a wiry little speedster with ridiculous hair and an unnatural, unblinking, yellow gaze, who’d menaced him incredibly efficiently. Tim shrugged, and the rhythm of his typing still didn’t change. “Well, he’s like, mostly Speed Force at this point.” “He what?” “That’s why the cloning didn’t work.” Tim mumbled, and Jason was pretty sure that Tim hadn’t meant to say it. If his brain wasn’t busy trying to incorporate the shit Tim had just said he’d have been herding the kid to bed and hiding his caffeine. “What?” He said again, gun entirely forgotten on the safe house coffee table.

#my writing #Going nowhere fast #tim drake #jason todd

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Health Check! for Wip Wed! :D

Peggy finds him outside the medical tent. He hadn’t even known she was here. She leans against the tentpole next to him and crosses her ankles while she waits for his breathing to even out. He manages it eventually. The breathing exercises coming easier to him only the tightness in his chest. His hitched breathing no longer spreads to numbness in his lips and fingers.

#my writing #reeve dodgers

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Health Check! please!

His company is being rerouted to relieve the 107th. When he arrives at a patch of churning mud and heavy canvas tents to a somber atmosphere and approximately 1/3rd of a company, he doesn’t feel particularly relieved. He asks a patient what happened while changing the bandages on his arm. The burns underneath are winding and organic, liquid in a way they shouldn’t be. The soldier tells him what happened, his trembling mostly suppressed. Bucky, dead or captured, thirty miles behind enemy lines. No plans to rescue him. He pulls his hands out of the finger shaped divots he’s made in the metal of the bed frame, and keeps them gentle when applying the salve over his patient’s ribs.

#my writing #reeve dodgers #i'd apologize for the full week delay but i threw up on the side of the road on Saturday

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WIP Wednesday! Wahoo!

C:tL Character Behavior

Her head cocked to the side as she found it, and her eyes opened. She smiled to herself and blinked the sparks out of her eyes. She moved unerringly toward the wall safe. Her dress swished around her calves as she rotated on the spot and made a showy spin when she navigated around the couch. She put her palm on an entirely unremarkable spot of wall and told it to stop being silly and pretending. She already knew what it was didn’t she? That must have meant she was allowed to see. Her fingers caught on the square edges of the keypad a moment later.

#my writing #electric guilt lesbian

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Requesting some C:tL Character Behavior for WIP Wednesday because that sounds delightful.

She was harmless and insubstantial, just curious, and the wards easily convinced, weak enough that they barely tingled more than the glass as she slid through them and into a cluttered living room. Once she was standing in the center of the apartment, the whole of it visible from her spot next to the kitchen counter. She nodded and hummed cheerfully at the refrigerator. Its indicator lights flickered back at her and she closed her eyes to spread her senses to the rest of the room, thinking through the well trod paths of playful sparks through their insulated wires, their outlets. The overhead light pulsed warmly as it tried to turn itself on when her attention passed over it and she soothed it while she looked for the odd pooling of power that indicated electronic locks.

#my writing #electric guilt lesbian

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Celia Fic for WIP Wednesday!

She takes a breath that’s more of a sharp gasp when Hades uses his ember to fire a beam of blue light at something she can’t see from inside the car. Everyone outside the car is screaming. She cranes her neck and catches a glimpse of scaly legs as they dip into view through a side window. She can feel Squirmy trembling against her side and peels a hand off to try and comfort him. She gets as far as putting a hand on his forearm then turns her attention back to the rip in the barrier. Hades being pushed back by something. The beam stops and he rolls away from the closing hole. 

The four of them creep toward the doors once the hole in the barrier is just a glowing pinprick. Celia ducks out of the limo onto the surface of the broken off bridge and it registers in the back of her brain that it’s her first step off the Isle. She locks her knees and shivers in place as she stares past Evie at the angry face of Hades while he glares at them. It’s a relief when she sees Evie bend down to help Carlos to his feet. She doesn’t even realize she’d expected them to be dead until the relief hits her. There’s a shriek above her and all heads turn to watch the dragon drop out of the sky. 

#my writing #celia fic

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Celia Fic for WIP Wednesday please

“It’s Hades!” Celia jolts at the shout from Evie and twists around to catch sight of him through the back window. “Stop the car, he's trying to escape.”

When the words sink in, it takes a moment for her to remember to be alarmed. There’s rattling and jostling all around her as people rush out of the car. Dizzy and Squeaky crowd into the back window with her. After a second Squirmy joins them. Hades has his head and arm out by the time anyone has done anything about it. He’s screaming. She bites her lip watching him claw the hole in the barrier wider. 

Jay, Ben and Carlos rush forward and drop in the space of seconds and she feels something go cold in her chest. There’s a flash of movement to her right and she turns her head in time for a cloud of purple smoke to envelop the side of the car, casting half the interior in shadow. Her breath catches in her throat. In another instant it collapses into a dragon where Mal had been standing. A wing brushes the car as she takes off and Dizzy squeaks and ducks into Celia’s side as the car rocks. The motion draws her attention to the white knuckle grip she has on the top of the seat. 

#my writing #celia fic

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Health Check for WIP Wednesday please

“So, I get this job and Fury gives me a crate full of old journals during some SHIELD spring cleaning. Dusty. Never been put anywhere near a computer.” He says, and his nose twitches. “What I’m saying is Howard was a paranoid bastard. Came out of this whole thing in the war.” Tony pins Steve with another intense look. “Someone kept sneaking into his labs, they left him IOUs.”

Almost against his will, Steve snorts. He’d forgotten that he did that. He takes another long drink of his coffee to try and cover it, then says, diplomatically. “He got most of those back.”

“He did.” Tony agrees, and he’s grinning like he’s won something.

#my writing #reeve dodgers

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health check for wip wednesday? :)

“Just vertigo.” He says, and he watches Pepper wait for Tony to contradict him. He doesn’t, so Steve adds. “He disrupted his inner ear all on his own”

“Right.” She says, flat and her gaze turns back to Tony. Seemingly sensing her eyes on him, he attempts to stand up on his own again. Steve doesn’t loosen his grip on Tony’s waist.

“The grenade was bad, Pep.” The hand not braced against the side of Steve’s face loops through the air. “Granger’s design.” He says it like a cuss. Steve’s kind of charmed. “Went off by accident.” Neither Tony nor Steve mention exactly what Tony was doing to the grenade when it went off. No matter what Buck had said, Steve does know better than to make himself trouble.

#my writing #reeve dodgers

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V:tM Mary & Augustus for Wip Wednesday!

She should have stopped there, taken her petty victory and left it alone.

“They deserve it?” She asked instead, and her cot creaked when she leaned forward. He turned back to his desk, his shoulders hunched up around his ears.

“Do they ever?” He said, and Mary wanted to say yes, but that cold basement she’d never been in was too close for her to taste victory thinking about her teeth in her Sire’s neck, as the woman’s memory mourned itself. She blew a bubble and her eyes went back to the patch of sunlight in the middle of the floor. She knew how kindred exposed to sunlight screamed.

“Some more, some less.” She decided, “Bet you were nice enough about it.” She looked up and caught him staring at the floor too.

“Nice as they let me.” He said with a smile that looked physically painful. She caught a glimpse of too dull fangs before he crumpled up the paper he’d been writing on. 

They didn’t break the silence until the call they were waiting for came in, hours late.

#my writing #mary and augustus #vtm mary #vtm augustus

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Happy Wednesday! In honor of parasocial door dasher, which made me laugh tremendously, a few sentences on Celia Fic, please? :)

“Hey,” she says, and rolls the can between her palms. He hums a vague acknowledgement and she continues. “You might need a new errand rat. I’m going to Auradon.” It doesn’t sound much more likely when she’s saying it out loud. “Mal picked me for the VK day thing. I won’t be around much after tomorrow.”

Hades jerks in his chair and his boot slips off the arm to slam against the ground. It echoes around the room and he pushes his sunglasses up to his forehead as he sits up from his slump to actually look at her.

“Mal was here?”

“Yeah, Monday.” She tosses the can of tomatoes at him and he just barely catches it before it hits his face. “You need to go outside more.”

#my writing #celia fic #it is her job to bring canned corn to the most Divorced man on the prison island

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Health Check! for the WIP Game please! :D

“Hello, Mr. Carter, what’d you do to get saddled with this idiot?” There’s a whine from Tony. Both of them ignore it.

“Stole from him.” Steve smiles broadly. Pepper nods, as if that makes perfect sense. It might. Steve is learning a lot about Tony today. She looks down at the stack of papers in her hand. Then back to where Tony is attempting to slither off Steve’s shoulder towards the floor.

“Is he drunk? I can just forge these if he’s drunk.” Tony makes a muffled sound of offense from where he’s pressed his nose into the back of Steve’s neck. “Concussed?” She corrects.

#my writing #reeve dodgers

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file names: This week, instead of real descriptions, you get the last funny text I sent about the WIP

V:tM Mary & Augustus (Vampire: The Masquerade OCs, Augustus got in bed with the vampire mob and then very few people after that)

Celia Fic (Disney Descendants, D3 rewrite. Understand the vibe. The moment. The parasocial door dasher)

Health Check! (Captain America MCU, Tony: I get Restraining Orders for those people. Clint: What? You want me to have no friends?)

C:tL Character Behavior (Changeling: The Lost OCs, Kinda insane that there's a corporate retail labyrinth under Toronto, when you think about it.)

Thad, Billy, and Doing it by Yourself (DC Impulse'95, Me: This is a story about healing and grief and lying to yourself. Me, mere moments later: Sandwich Murder Real.)

Snippet: Thad, Billy, and Doing it by Yourself

The black and green blur reappears, more clearly now that Billy’s paying attention. It’s a teen, hero? He’s not carrying anything with him, but he’s also not anyone Billy’s ever heard of. He looks like a Flash, maybe. With the speed and the thingies on the mask. His hair’s short and a reddish brown, but it’s growing back in blonde at the roots. Billy’s kind of excited. There aren’t a lot of outside teen heroes that pass through Fawcett. Well, even if he is a villain, it’s probably for the best for Billy to introduce himself. Well, not himself. Captain Marvel.  “Hey!” He calls, loud enough to be heard, and also probably fast enough for the fast kid to notice him. His voice sounds strange to his own ears. He’s not used to using speed like this. He smiles and waves his arms a little wildly, in case he was incomprehensible. The teen’s head snaps towards the roof Billy’s sitting on and his eyes catch on him immediately. It wasn’t like he was hiding after all, with the crimson suit and the white cape, and the lightning bolt. Oh, and the waving. Billy remembers to stop waving. What little Billy can see of his expression goes all scrunched up. As they stare at each other for another second that’s probably subjectively longer. Then the teen bolts. Billy wastes just enough time being surprised to lose him entirely when he runs through a wall. Cool.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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@oitreewrites @post-and-out @writingattheedge @qqaba @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside

@princescar

#wip wednesday game #my writing

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Kitty Classroom Habits

Kitty propped her chin on her hand and her nose twitched as if to feel with whiskers she didn’t have. She finished her line and dropped her pen to the desk while Professor Piper answered someone’s question. She stared at her notes, the main ideas of the lecture drifted lazily around the page, literally, each bullet point had a slight motion to it, moving along with her pen as she rolled it over the table. She yawned to clear her throat.

“Are we boring you, Ms. Cheshire?” The voice cut sharply across the hall as the professor stopped mid explanation to call out to her.

“Mnnn, No?” She slouched more over her desk to get comfortable as the rest of the class looked at her. The silence in the room continued for another few seconds before Professor Piper stopped waiting for whatever it was he wanted from her and finally turned back to finish answering Hopper’s question. 

“Disrespectful” he muttered under his breath as he turned back to the board, too quiet for other students to hear, and added another symbol to his chart of chords, launching into an explanation of its effects in magical songs. 

She stiffened, her ears flattening against her head, and paused in the diagram she was copying.

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“Kitty Cheshire?” There was a pause, Kitty watched a couple students look around from where she wasn’t lounging. As far as the world of Ever After was concerned, she didn’t exactly exist at the moment. “Kitty Cheshire? …Absent.” Mr. Badwolf sniffed and marked something in his planner, the short pencil looking even smaller in his hand. She rolled over onto her back and stretched out her hands as he finished calling attendance. She watched him teach upside down, in a position that would have the blood rushing to her head if ever after gravity had been working the way it did for everyone else. The lesson this time was really very interesting, she twirled her non existent pigtails around her non existent fingers as Mr. Badwolf discussed the different types of lying. He wrote the “three ‘T’s” on the board, Telling, Trickery, and Truth. He explained how the easiest way to tell a lie was not to tell one. He called on Faybelle to tell a story and when Mr. Badwolf retold the story each detail was twisted to seem like something else. He asked the class if he had lied, and half of it disagreed. Kitty’s giggles seemed to echo from nowhere in particular.

#my writing #going nowhere fast #Eah #kitty cheshire #Oops missed this one yesterday #Came from that fact that no one at EAH is actually shown to slack on their homework #Like sometimes they don’t Do it #But let’s be real who Hasn’t had ideological objections to their homework? #The closest we get is Kitty playing pranks in class

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Dorm Jimmy

Jimmy sits on the floor of his dorm, leaning against the far side of his bed and staring in the vague direction of his bookcase. It’s really a very uncomfortable position, but he won’t notice for another several minutes. His mind circles around a few well trodden mental paths.

He wonders how much of what happened was his fault, what someone else would have noticed, or avoided, or prevented. He probably wouldn’t have been expelled, if he had listened to Pete about going after Gary first. Or when Pete reminded him to after the Preps turned on him, and then when the Greasers did and then again after he became “King of the School.” But, Gary had seemed like such a far away problem. He wasn’t right there like all the other problems to be solved were. The Preps, Greasers, Nerds, Jocks, they bothered him directly, everything seemed like an issue with an obvious solution, not that they were, now that he thinks about it. Gary seemed far off somehow, a decision he would have to make eventually when it came up. Clearly it was happening, other people would maybe have even noticed it getting worse. The petty rumors coalescing into a tangible threat, the real mistakes he kept making being twisted into a reputation of callousness and ego.

All he had seen was someone staying away from him. Gary said some things that hurt and kept out of sight. The problems that the cliques made his problems were easier, insults and revenge, a favor for someone important, winning fights.

Jimmy flexes his hand absently, and comes into awareness of all the little aches he’d been ignoring, his head was turned unnaturally far, the rail of his bed frame dug into his back, the floor was hard and dusty. He blinks and slides forward, bends his knees up and rests his hands on his stomach. Laying on the floor will get uncomfortable too, probably. He thinks as he stares up at the dark underside of his bed, but he doesn’t want to get up quite yet.

He thinks maybe he really is dumb like everyone seemed to say. Gary said he was naive, up on the roof, that he was easy to manipulate. Algie called him simpleminded to his face, and Earnest said almost directly that he didn’t have the brains to rule. Pete called him dumb once, though Jimmy didn’t know the context. He even admitted it.

#my writing #going nowhere fast #jimmy hopkins #bully canis canem edit

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Certified Non-Malvie Moments pt. 2

She took a breath before saying it. They were on their way back to the hideout and had fallen back into an almost normal rapport. “I’m- I’m not going back.” She swallowed the childish and you can’t make me she thought in the silence that followed. “It’s- I’ll never be what they want. And it,” She paused, tried to think of a way to explain the unexplainable. That the luxury of food and warmth and clean clothes was worse for its demands on her than to simply be dirty and alone. “Hurt trying.” She decided, and her face twisted for a second, thinking about it, admitting it.

“Then I’ll stay.” Evie’s face was solemn in a way that scared Mal, serious and actionable, realistic in a way that Ben’s promise hadn’t been. That the idea appealed to her made her guilty. She pushed it aside so she could argue. So she couldn’t just accept and make things worse, ruin Evie like she kept ruining everything else. Her grip tightened on the bag of smoke bombs in her left hand.

“No, no you won’t. You’re-I know,” Mal tried to get her thoughts together as they turned the final corner to the alley where the hideout was. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I saw you when you arrived, E. Auradon is everything you’d ever dreamed of. And you’ve- you belong there.” Belong wasn’t the word she wanted but it would have to do. She couldn’t articulate the way Evie fit into her new life in all the ways Mal had failed to. As she spoke, her voice rose almost to a shout. “I can’t let you leave it all behind because I’m a-“ She cut herself off and looked down as she kicked a rock through a puddle, its surface iridescent with oil. She started again, quieter. “Because of me.”

“I want to, M. Am I supposed to just leave you here?” The careful not a wince Evie made in the millisecond pause before she said here made Mal feel even more selfish for considering agreeing. It wasn’t just like Dizzy, that Auradon would be better, but that here was worse. She was afraid of the Isle. Of what it did and represented and held, of her mother. Mal picked up a rock and flung it into the sign. The gate groaned and shrieked, too loud as always, but at least quieter now that it was being used regularly.

“Yes.” She ducked under the rising gate and stopped on the first landing. She leaned against the wobbly rail and waited for Evie to follow.

“I didn’t know, what you were going through.” Evie stepped lightly up the stairs, avoiding the rotten parts with the ease of muscle memory and put her hand on Mal’s shoulder. Her eyebrow furrowed, just a bit and she continued. “I- I thought you were fine.”

“I think I was supposed to be.” Mal said and shrugged off Evie’s hand as she continued up the stairs. There were a lot of things she was supposed to be. “I wasn’t, but I tried.” She walked into the empty hideout, and looked around at her murals, her memories of the happiest moments of her life. She smiled, and it was only a little broken when she turned to Evie and held her arms at the elbows. “After all this, with Ben. I want you to go back. Deliver a dozen beautiful dresses to a dozen Auradon girls.” She looked into her eyes to emphasize it.

“It’s not-” Evie started. She looked like she was about to cry, her eyes flicked up to the water stained ceiling as she blinked and her breaths started to get uneven.

Mal cut her off. “We’ll just be in different places.”

#my writing #going nowhere fast #abandoned scene from #Mal Bertha's Self Destructive Summer Vacation #disney descendants #D2

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Certified Non-Malvie Moments pt.1

Mal stepped back as Dizzy and Evie talked. Dizzy chattered questions and updates a mile a minute as she seemingly remembered a new thing she had wanted to talk to Evie about as every second passed, and Evie kept her voice even as she tried to make the reunion seem more casual than she clearly felt. They ignored her as she leaned against the table behind them and watched. It wasn’t surprising, that the two of them would be so thrilled to see each other. She glanced at the ground while the two of them poured over Evie’s old sketchbook. Dizzy grinned ear to ear as Evie ran her fingers over tiny fabric samples. She stepped further away. They didn’t need her. She started to walk around the room to gather chemicals and bowls for the smoke bombs. She rolled the stained plastic bowl between her hands and looked at their backs as they talked about accessories and fabric. It took her until she was done getting everything together to identify the source of the unease settled in her chest. She didn’t have a Dizzy. There wasn’t anyone on the Isle that she was excited to see, that would be excited to see her. All her friends had moved onto a better life without her. She put the bottle of developer down a bit too hard. 

“Mal, how incredible would this look with my shredded tee and heart purse?” Evie called out to her and Mal abandoned the table she’d been hovering around to look over Evie’s shoulder at the headband tiara.

“Very.” 

“Then take it! Take a bunch!” Dizzy interjected with enough energy and enthusiasm to offset the bored monotone that was all Mal could muster. She piled what must have been months of work in front of Evie. Jewelry and charms that would be worth almost nothing anywhere other than the Isle. The fake gold and glass jewels were clean, intact, and beautiful the way so little was here. Mal swallowed.

#going nowhere fast #my writing #abandoned scene from #Mal Bertha's Self Destructive Summer Vacation #disney descendants #D2