#Dc unwritten

[star-reyes]

The Unwritten/Night In The Woods

"So fuck the truth. We dont know where it is, and we probably won’t know it when we see it. She just chose the story she needs right now. The story that keeps her standing. That's probably all any of us get to do./Um, so like, the constellations, I don't believe there's a whale out there, but I, uh, believe the stars exist and that people put the whale up there. Like, I dunno, we're good at drawing lines through the space between stars. Like we're pattern finders, and we'll find patterns, and we like really put our hearts and minds into it even if we don't mean to. So I believe in a universe that doesn't care and people who do”

Writing: Mike Carey

Penciller: Peter Gross

Inker: Ryan Kelly

Colors: Chris Chuckry, Jeanne McGee

Letters: Todd Klein

Editor: Pornsak Pichetshote

#night in the woods #the unwritten vertigo #Dc the Unwritten #Dc unwritten #Unwritten vertigo #Something something our choices make our reality we give things meaning #dc comics #vertigo comics #mae borowski #bea santello #lizzie hexam #angus delaney #Tommy Taylor #Tom Taylor #My posts

[luxaofhesperides]

Post-Apocalypse + Soulmate AU ; requested by @burr-burr!

When Danny was a kid, he used to imagine how the world would end. It was never a zombie apocalypse or the fallout of a nuclear war, but the death of the sun, the expansion of their star in death that would swallow their planet whole, leaving no survivors.

It would have been nicer than the post-apocalyptic world he stands in now, knowing that it’s his fault the world has ended. 

He’s still struggling to wrap his head around it. To understand that all of this is his fault because he cheated on one test, desperate to pass after being unable to study for it with how exhausting and time consuming fighting ghosts is. Everywhere he looks, there’s more destruction. His own home is rubble, with only the partially untouched Ops Center remaining to let him know that this is where he once lived.

The rest of Amity Park is in worse shape. Buildings are hollowed out, the skeletons of their foundations visible, if they still remain standing. Most homes have been burned to the ground, leaving blackened corners of walls and nothing else. The roads are cracked and difficult to walk through, as if an earthquake tore through the city. Cars are scattered along the road, overturned or left abandoned, doors still open.

Danny has yet to find any bodies. He doesn’t know if that’s a good sign or not. 

He’s only caught a few glimpses of his future self, the cause of all this, and can’t bring himself to chase after that monster. He feels sick to his stomach knowing what he’ll become. 

That monster has to be stopped. The world has already ended, but that doesn’t mean his future self can be allowed to go on like this. If there are any survivors, they need protection. They need to know they’ll be safe to try to start rebuilding, and that can only happen if his future self is dead.

Danny knows what he has to do; he has a responsibility to protect what little remains of Amity Park, and to do that, he needs to kill himself. 

But his head it spinning from the horror of the situation and his throat is tightening up the way it only does when he’s about to have a panic attack.

He needs to stop his future self, but he also can’t stay another second in the ruins of Amity Park without destroying himself.

The guilt sits heavy in his chest as he goes ghost and takes to the sky, flying blindly towards the setting sun. Danny doesn’t know where he’s going, and he doesn’t really care. He just needs to get away for a bit, until he can calm down and put together a plan of attack so he can take out his future self in one go.

He just…

He never thought he’d be a monster. But here they are.

Flying away from Amity Park reveals the truly harrowing extent to which this world has suffered under his future self’s hands. There are no intact cities or towns. Roads are broken beyond repair, highways littered with empty cars, most bridges crumbling into the rivers below them, and everything is covered in overgrowth. All signs of humanity’s careful cultivation of the world has been erased. The earth takes back what humans took from it, covering everything in green. 

There is no movement. No people. Barely any birds flying beneath him. 

What remains of the world is silence.

Danny is terrified that there’s no one left. That his future self has so thoroughly destroyed the earth that no human survivors remain. 

That gives his guidance, some idea of where to go: a big city. Any big city, really. 

He flies lower, searching for some sort of landmark, or a sign that will tell him where he’s going. A rusted over green sign farther down the road tells him that he’s 50 miles from Gotham.

Oh, Danny thinks, Maybe Batman can help me.

If anyone could survive the end of the world, it would be the superheroes, right? If anyone stands a chance at defeating his future self, it would be a superhero. Superman might have been a better choice, but Metropolis is the opposite direction and multiple states away; Danny’s not sure he can make it before his future self catches wind of him and hunts him down. 

Danny has no doubt about what would happen to him if he’s caught; there’s a reason he hasn’t seen any ghosts around, after all.

Gotham is a city of secrets and rumors. What little he’s heard of it is baffling and, frankly, insane. There’s no city in the country like it and Gothamites prefer it that way, stubbornly loving the home that will kill them. For all the manmade horrors they survive on the daily, they would be more prepared for the end of the world than anyone else. 

Gotham may be another casualty of his future self’s destruction, but it also offers him hope.

Danny follows the broken road towards Gotham, pushing himself to fly faster than he ever has before. What should have been a half hour flight is completed in fifteen minutes. 

As soon as the towering buildings of Gotham, dark and semi destroyed, come into view, Danny drops from the sky and returns to human form. The strain from pushing himself has exhausted him and he feels it like an ache in his chest, his heart twisting and trying to burst from how hard it’s beating. 

He collapses to his hands and knees and gasps for breath on the outskirts of Gotham. 

It takes a good few minutes to calm down and breathe normally, then another to gather his strength to stand up and begin walking. 

The world is eerily quiet as he enters the city, feeling the chill fall upon him as he is consumed by the shadows of tall buildings. It’s much more intact that Amity Park, but there’s no denying the destruction that still surrounds him. Buildings are empty and worn down, decaying and slowly being consumed by new growth. Burnt out husks of overturned cars fill the street, leaving Danny to carefully pick his way around them, unable to walk in a straight line. 

He feels like the only person in the world. He feels like he’s being watched by a hungry eyes. 

Danny shivers and walks faster. 

The deeper he goes into the city, the more he starts to hope that he’s not alone in this world. There’s small signs of life: the smell of smoke, recently burned, certain streets cleaned up, makeshift walls constructed from rubble to block access to certain areas of each block.

He swears he can see people move above his head, but anytime he looks up, the windows of every building are empty. 

“Batman,” he whispers to himself, “I just need to find Batman.”

He turns a corner and continues walking. Apartment buildings give way to stores and businesses, all with their windows broken and nothing on the shelves. Then the buildings end abruptly and he’s left staring at an overgrown park that resembles a jungle more than it does a part of the city.

The scent of something sweet lingers in the air. Fruit, perhaps, or flowers. 

If he was left in the aftermath of an apocalypse, he would go to where he could find growing food. If there’s anyone left in Gotham, he’s willing to bet they’re in here, surviving off of what food can be grown in the confines of the park. 

Danny crosses the road and takes three steps onto the grass before someone appears beside him and points an electrified baton at him.

“Who are you?” they demand, eyes hidden behind a cracked helmet, but the bottom half of their face is visible, revealing scars crossing on dark skin. 

Danny takes a step back, eyeing the electric baton warily, and lifts his hands to show he means no harm. “Danny. I came from out of town. I was hoping to find people here.”

“You don’t look like you’ve been traveling.”

His clothes are clean and intact and he has none of the world-weariness that weighs down this Gothamite. Danny winces, and says, “My situation is kinda complicated. But I did just get here. I’m looking for help, actually. Do you know where I could find Batman?”

There’s a long moment of tense silence, then he hears a quiet sigh and the helmet comes off. An exhausted looking man looks at him with one blind eye, turned a milky white, and his voice is low and stricken as he says, “Batman’s dead. But maybe I can help you.”

“Batman’s dead?!” Danny repeats, shocked.

“Yeah. Sacrificed himself in one of the last times Phantom attacked Gotham. Got me and Nightwing out of that encounter alive. We’re really the only heroes left in Gotham, not that there’s much need anymore with everyone trying to survive.”

Phantom killed Batman. His future self killed Batman. 

Danny feels sick to his stomach.

“Oh,” he manages to say. 

The man’s expression softens. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you as much as we can. Why don’t you come on in? Ivy can get you some food if you’re hungry.”

Danny nods numbly as he follows the man deeper into the park. He walks with ease, taking paths that only become visible when he walks them, leaving Danny to follow close behind. It takes some time before he realizes that the plants are moving out of their way just enough that they don’t trip, and when he looks back, the path is covered again, hidden from sight.

He’s taken to the heart of the forest, where the trees shift to the side to reveal a large encampment of survivors all living together. Beds are strung up as hammocks between trees and rope ladders dangle from branches to help people move up and down. The ground is full of small fire pits, a few in use to make make food, and sections in the back full of vegetable and herb patches, separated by berry bushes. 

The people here all look tired and worn down, but they still smile and speak in light voices, adjusted to a new life after surviving so much horror and destruction. He even spots a few people using powers, or just looking different, including one large man who looks like a crocodile. 

“Pick up another stray?” a raspy voice asks, humor lighting the tone. They both turn to see a woman with long red hair and a green tint to her skin be lowered to the ground by a vine. She’s also heavily scarred and her right arm is completely gone, replaced by a wooden limb covered in moss that moves as if it’s always been a part of her body.

“Hey Ivy,” the man greets, “I don’t think this one is staying. He came to Gotham looking for Batman.”

The words make Ivy’s gaze sharpen, and Danny feels a trickle of dread go down his spine. She’s dangerous and standing before her feels as if he’s in the mouth of a hungry beast.

“Is that so,” she says, voice flat. “How interesting. I’ll let you two talk somewhere more private.” Her gaze flicks to the side, and when Danny turns to look, he can see some of the people in the encampment observing them warily, bodies tense and poised to either flee or attack.

Ivy turns and the plants part for her. Danny waits for the man to begin walking before he follows, trying not to feel trapped as the plants close the path behind him. She takes them to a small pond full of water lilies, gives the man a careful look, then leaves, swallowed up by the plants.

“Is everything okay?” Danny asks hesitantly. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

“Nah, you’re good,” the man replies, “It’s just that people don’t trust me much.”

“Why? You’ve been really nice.”

The man shrugs. “My soulmate is Phantom. He’s the one responsible for doing all this and killing almost everyone we love. I didn’t know until the first time I fought him, but they hate anything to do with Phantom, including me.”

Danny’s heart stutters in his chest. This is his soulmate.

Most people don’t subscribe to the belief that they’re meant to be with their soulmate. Meeting your soulmate is rare enough that most people don’t try, and plenty of people have spoken of how important it is to have a variety of relationships, to not close yourself off for the slightest chance of meeting your soulmate. 

Danny never looked for his; he didn’t want to subject them to his parents, and then he became a halfa and gave up on all dreams of having a normal life or any relationship with someone who didn’t know he was Phantom.

And now he’s here, in a ruined future, standing before his soulmate who understandably hates him for destroying the world. 

“You’re Phantom’s soulmate,” Danny breathes. His hands are shaking. He wants to cry.

The man sighs. “Yeah. I am. Not that it’s stopped him from trying to kill me. Don’t worry, kid, I’m not working with him. I swear.”

“He’s your soulmate and he hurt you.”

“He hurt everyone,” he says, then gestures at his blind eye. “This is barely a thing compared to what he did to other heroes.”

Danny can’t find the words to expression his horror at seeing the damage he did to his own soulmate. His future self is heartless and cruel and bloodthirsty. He has to be stopped.

He doesn’t want to kill his soulmate. 

“I came here for Batman,” Danny says, “Because I thought he could help me stop Phantom.”

“That’s rough, kid. Batman couldn’t beat Phantom. I don’t think anyone can. We’ve tried, but most heroes are dead and we can’t just go out there and risk the lives of everyone here. We gotta focus on survival, not revenge.”

“I have to stop Phantom.”

“Sorry kid, but that’s a terrible idea. Don’t go out there trying to be a hero. You can stay here, alright? Ivy will get you set up and the others will help you settle in.”

Danny takes a step back and shakes his head. “No. I have to stop him. It has to be me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m Phantom,” Danny whispers. 

The man immediately reaches for his electric batons again, taking a step back. “Not funny, kid,” he says with a tense voice. 

“I’m not joking. I am Phantom, just from the past. I’m not supposed to be here.”

“You’re Phantom?” the man repeats. “You. You’re just a kid, and you’re going to destroy the world one day?”

“I don’t want this to happen! That’s why I need to go back, so I can stop the event that will set me down this path. And to go back, I need to defeat the Phantom that exists here.”

“He’ll kill you, kid.”

“That still solves the problem, doesn’t it? If I die here, then he’ll never live long enough to destroy the world. He’ll die too.”

The man stares at him with cold eyes, then turns away, dropping his hands away from the batons. “Don’t turn this into a suicide mission, kid,” he says. “The Phantom who’s here isn’t you. You don’t have to pay for his crimes. Just… stay here and I’ll go fight Phantom.”

“He already hurt you,” Danny says. 

“What’s a little more hurt? I can handle it.”

“No,” Danny says firmly. He shoves away the fear and hurt in his heart and finds his strength in determination. No more running away. No more hiding. 

The timeline should not exist. He can’t hesitate at the thought of erasing this version of his soulmate from existence; he’s tired and injured and an outcast in the only community that still exists in Gotham. He deserves better. Everyone here does.

And to give them a better life, Danny needs to stop this one from ever happening.

“This is my future. It’s my responsibility. I’ll stop it and make sure this never happens. And… I’m sorry for everything I did.”

“It’s not your fault, Danny. You’re not this version of Phantom.”

That’s not at all true, since Danny’s actions lead to the end of the world, but he’s not going to argue when he’s preparing to fight a stronger, more ruthless version of himself. He takes a deep breath, then goes ghost and floats into the air. 

“Before I go,” he begins, hesitantly, “What’s your name? Since you’re apparently my soulmate.”

The man smiles sadly and answers, “Duke. If we ever meet in your time, tell that version of me to look for my mom’s favorite book.”

It’s an odd request, but if it’s important enough to be asked for, then Danny will do it. “Your mom’s favorite book,” he repeats, “Got it.”

“Take care, Danny. Good luck out there.”

Danny nods and takes one last look at his soulmate, older and worn down, stubbornly getting through each long day, and swears to make things better.

Then he flies off, ready to fight his future self and make things right again. 

. . .

He thinks of his soulmate for years after he’s back in the present. The timeline where his future self exists is gone and the world is safe, but he still remembers the pain he caused Duke. 

When the time comes to apply to universities, Danny sets his sights on Gotham. His parents take him on a trip during spring break to tour the campus, and it’s after the tour, as he wanders around on his own, that he bumps into a student walking out of a building.

“Sorry,” they both say at the same time, reaching for each other to help each other keep their balance. 

As soon as their hands meet, it’s as if lightning runs through him. From the look on the other guy’s face, he felt it to. 

This is his soulmate.

“Duke,” Danny says, amazed and disbelieving all at once. And the request crosses his mind, something he wondered about almost every night since he returned to his time. “Look for your mom’s favorite book.”

“How—?”

“I met you in the future. You asked me to take back a message for the you that’s here. So: look for your mom’s favorite book. What does that mean, by the way? I never asked.”

Duke blinks, then slowly retracts his hands from Danny’s. “My mom’s favorite book was a hand bound journal from my dad. They were soulmates and he wrote about their first year in a relationship together. It’s full of pictures, and she loved it more than anything. That message is to remind me to have faith in soulmates, to believe that something good can happen to me.”

“Oh! That’s… wow, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into something so personal.”

Duke shrugs. “It’s fine. I needed the reminder. I would have already run away by now if you didn’t say that. You already know my name, but I think now’s a good time to introduce ourselves.”

“Right!” Danny says, flustered. He sticks his hand out, which Duke shakes with an amused smile. “I’m Danny. Fenton. I’m coming here next semester.”

“Duke Thomas. I’m a freshman here and I’d really love to get your number.”

He’s not hitting on Danny, not really, but it still makes him blush. The way Duke looks at him is full of light and laughter, so different from the exhausted and wary way he looked in the future now rewritten. 

This is what the future version of himself tried to kill. He doesn’t understand how anyone could ever hurt Duke when he’s so full of life. 

But he’s safe now. Everyone is; Danny changed the future and what lies ahead is wholly unknown to him.

The world is safe and full of promise. 

No matter what comes, Danny is sure he and Duke are going to be just fine.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #the horror of knowing what kind of monster you are capable of becoming paired with the knowledge that your soulmate has suffered bc of you #and reasonably wants you dead/taken out of the picture not just for revenge but for the sake of everyone's safety #but also from duke's pov he's found a teenager wandering into gotham's last refuge. he looks strangely untouched by the end of the world. #hes looking for batman who duke watched die. and then it turns out that hes a younger version of the monster that ruined your life #(and everyone elses life) and realizes that this is who his soulmate once was #and then knowing that he either has to kill this innocent version of his soulmate or let his existence be unwritten #there is no happy ending for post-apoc duke's story #but he and danny get a second chance in a new timeline where things are better #doesnt mean the nightmares ever leave danny lol #thanks for the prompt!!

[hourcat]

need to watch bvs:doj again and have my emotions scraped out of me

#i imprinted on this movie. the essays i wrote about her will never be unwritten #i loved zsjl but this will always be my fav of the trilogy. #tag edit: maybe i should fuck around and become a dc blog again

[happiest-hotch]

3 AM

part one

Summary: Aaron shows up somewhere he shouldn't be with some words for you

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warning: mutual cheating

You go home to a house that doesn't feel like home, which isn't anything new, but today, it upsets you. Maybe it's too late, and the case drained you too much. Your self-preservation instincts refuse you to consider an outside factor.

Thankfully, your need for sleep trumps any chance of facing an existential crisis, so instead of staring at the ceiling wondering how your life got to this point, you're asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It doesn't last long. Too soon, a knock on your door wakes you, and you reach for your phone to check the time. 2:52- great. If it were BAU-related, Penelope would have called and left messages before pounding on your door in the early morning. You run through who it could be. Maybe your pathetic excuse of a husband lost his keys, but nothing would inspire him to come home unless he learned of your affair and was hypocritically mad. Or it could be much more mundane; police, firefighters, a neighbor. 

Speculation gets too exhausting, so you get up and walk to the front door, checking your gun is sitting on the side table before opening the door.

It's one of the last people you expect. You wrap your robe tighter around yourself, defensive and hyper-aware that he's in jeans and a shirt, and you're in a tank and sleeping shorts. 

"Hotch." You greet him coldly, colder than the chilly DC night air. 

He didn't expect a more positive reaction. "Don't call me that." He says slightly too pathetically. 

"What can I do for you?" You ask, unsure what's compelling you to continue the conversation and not just slam the door in his face.

He shouldn't be here.

He knows it, you know he knows it, and you know it.

"Let me in." The Unit Chief tone, commanding authority, is nowhere to be heard, no matter how hard he tries to muster it up.

You sigh, momentarily weighing the pros and cons before stepping aside. Aaron follows you in carefully. Houses, thus far, have been off limits, like there was some unwritten rule neither of you would show up at the other places, knowing the consequences, but he's here, and you're still not sure why.

As you lead him down the hallway, Aaron keeps his head down, obviously trying to avoid being nosey. It's amusing since the personal pieces he assumes you have and refuses to look at don't exist. You wonder if he's drawing similarities between you and where you live, both beautiful on the outside and empty on the inside.

"Is he-" His question quickly gets reframed. "Are you alone?"

"I was." You answer. "He's in Pierre, South Dakota."

"Our case was in Pierre, Sou- Oh." Unsurprisingly, he put it together quickly. Pierre, South Dakota, is not a big enough place for you not to have run into your husband.

You laugh humorlessly. "I know. It's smart to have an infallible lie, but maybe not that specific." You remark. "He's actually in Miami. I checked the credit card and told him our case was there, so he always has to look over his shoulder."

Aaron doesn't smirk at what you consider a wonderfully devious plan. Instead, he looks concerned. "You still have joint credit cards? Are you keeping any money he can't touch?"

"Surely you didn't come here to discuss my financials." You shoot back, but he raises his eyebrows, and you know you can't progress the conversation without answering his question. "Yes. I've been to a lawyer and an accountant. He's only running himself into massive amounts of debt." You assure him. "Although, I'm not sure when this became your business."

His answer doesn't come quickly, and when he speaks, it's inadequate. "It's not."

"Okay, so what are you doing here?" You prompt. "Because you look like hell, Aaron, and you could really do with some sleep."

"I went home and sat there for an hour just thinking." He tells you. So, he didn't get lucky enough to fall asleep and avoid dreadful spiraling thoughts.

"You want to talk about your feelings?" You ask incredulously, unsure how he conjured the audacity to come here. His lack of answer is an answer. "No." You shake your head firmly. "You don't get to do this. Whatever we are, we don't discuss feelings."

"We could," Aaron begs desperately. It's not hard to profile that he keeps his emotions bottled up until he's bursting, so you know Aaron's here for a different type of release, for you to drain yourself listening to his problems and leave before he can consider that you have feelings.

You could hit him hard enough that he stops talking, and it's tempting.

"I'm okay with running to you when you want to have sex, but I can't be who you run to when you want to talk to someone about your day." You explain it as simple as you possibly can. 

"I don't think of you like that," Aaron assures you, his eyes softening as his words fall short of being stern.

Frustrated, you huff. You're tired and wound up, easily upset, and Aaron shouldn't be here. "Well, I have to think of you like that... or I can't sleep with you and not feel anything."

"You're not hearing me." He argues, a tiny flicker of the fire you saw before appearing in his eyes. "I want you to feel things."

You bit down on your bottom lip to avoid crying. You've become so callous to everything around you, bottled so much of it up that it's difficult to let any emotion show without breaking the floodgate. 

"You don't." You fight back, although it comes off far weaker than you expected. "I'm messy, my whole life is just one disaster after another, and I'll never excite you if we're not sneaking around."

Aaron's hands come to cup your cheeks, surprising you completely. It's a soft touch that has your lips closed in a second. "Don't say that." He instructs, speaking firmly but gently. "You're not a mess, not at all."

"Look at where we are, Aaron!" You remind him, throwing your arm at your side. For a detail-orientated person, he's only focusing on the big picture. "I'm married, you're married, and this is so damn messy."

"I know, I know." He nods. "It's... less than ideal, but we can get through it." He promises, holding you tighter now, like he's worried you'll slip away. "I want to be there for you. I don't care about any mistakes from your past. And please, please don't say that you won't excite me because I will always be excited every time I see you." It's enough to have you in gentle tears, not angry, heavy sobs, and he does his best to wipe them up delicately. "But if you don't feel the same way..." 

Aaron's waiting for your decision, and he isn't about to add more pressure, but he will stand there for as long as you need to decide. 

"I do." You affirm. "God, Aaron, I want to be with you more than anything, but I'm not sure I know how to." Being married is just a technicality now, and a divorce is something you're fiscally ready to do now. 

"Tea." He decides, his permanently furrowed brows relaxing. 

"Tea?" You repeat. 

He moves slightly away from you. "Where's the kitchen?" You're still confused about why now is the right time for tea, so you wait for him to explain. "I'm going to make you tea, and we're going to drink it while you tell me how you're feeling, and then whatever you want- a drive, breakfast, you name it, it's yours."

You pull away from him, offering your hand to take him to the kitchen. "Sleep is what we're doing after this." You tell him. "I don't say it to be mean, but you do look like hell."

"Wait." He stops you before you're in the kitchen, turning to hold your hands in his. "You need to know that I don't care about anything in your distant or soon-to-be past, but it's always going to be my privilege to be part of your future."

Aaron isn't meant to be here, and you aren't either, but wherever you're meant to be, it's with him.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds angst #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner one shot #criminal minds #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds family

[thehangerson]

"...she's not meant to be part of your world again!... It's not supposed to happen!... It's unwritten. It can all be undone. The forgotten do not remember what does not happen."

DC's Legends of Tomorrow (2016-2022) // The Mountain Goats, "Only One Way" // King Falls AM // The Qur'an, 9:51 // The Mountain Goats, “White Cedar” // The Qur'an, 57:22 // Antonin Artaud, from The Theater of Cruelty // Sylvia Plath, from Lady Lazarus

#something possessed me to make this #so it might make zero sense #dcs legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow 5x09 #zari not zari #behrad tarazi #arrowverse #web weaving #i guess #determinism #5x09 #behrad tomaz #or whatever the fuck #zari tarazi #zari tomaz

[donnatroyyyy]

Ok so think of your favorite character(s) in DC comics, now what do you think their favorite song is? (Just a reminder these are all people’s OPINIONS so no right or wrong)

I’ll go first, Talia Al Ghul goes to sleep listening to one of two things: I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski or Kalam Eyneyh by Sherine

Stephanie Brown is either I Don’t Smoke by Mitski, Last Words of a Shooting Star by Mitski, or Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey (She tells everyone it’s Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen though)

Dick Grayson is Carmen by Lana Del Rey, I Love You by Billie Eilish, or Unwritten by Natasha Bedignfeild

And Donna Troy’s is Mirrorball by Taylor Swift, PRIDE by Kendrick Lamar, or Afraid by The Neighborhood

#Oh and IMPORTANT MESSAGE: these are SOME OF my faves not my faves. I just have definitive songs in mind for these ones. #batfam #dick grayson #comics #robin #dc comics #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #talia al ghul #donna troy #stephanie brown #troia #wonder girl #spoiler #batgirl #nightwing #al ghul family #the Al ghuls #DCU #dc universe #detective comics

[ghostly-hitch-hiker]

New Art/Fic Poll!

Explanations and snippets of each project below the cut!

Superboy gender comic

Half fan comic, half memoir. These are the first three pages sketched out…

All the words could be about the many expectations placed on Kon-El as the clone of SuperMan. They could also be about transness. Also maybe some stuff about carrying on the family business.

Speedrunning Puberty (and all its cons)

DP x DC fic I started almost a year ago now (whoops). Danny is aged Up, and finds himself in Gotham. The first two chapters and an interlude are posted here on AO3 (and linked in my pinned post).

J. Fenton AU

Jazz Fenton has a suspicion that Something Is Up. Jazz is trans. And also liminal. And he realizes these things slowly, messily, and all mixed up in discovery of the other. Planned as a 5+1 fic. Unwritten, and largely unshared. But here’s where you can find the original post and more art here.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #jazz fenton #speedrunning puberty #dpxdc #j Fenton AU #transmasc!jazz #kon el #Conner Kent #superboy #poll #might as well do this one too!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Do you think that Bruce will ever kill joker? Or do you think he's just going to keep playing along for eternity and letting joker fuck about and cause mass carnage

I mean I think this is kind of a fundamentally silly question. of course Bruce is going to keep plodding along for eternity; every comic book character is. no plotline is so major that it can't be unwritten if it proves unpopular or unprofitable, and canon only lasts until the next reboot. these characters are going to be trapped in an endless cycle of making the same mistakes and fighting the same fights in perpetuity, constantly reworked into doppelgangers of themselves, until DC goes bankrupt or the heat death of the universe, whichever comes first.

[usnatarchives]

National Archives George W. Bush Library, NARA ID 5997302

9/11 Fireman’s Son Sees Dad on Archives Instagram

“Hello, I just came across this picture that you posted and the firefighter in the middle is my dad. Is there any way you can send me the original photo?”

20 years after that haunting picture was taken at Ground Zero, a 9/11 Instagram post connected a firefighter to the National Archives. Last November we had the honor of welcoming the Bardo family to the National Archives.

Read this incredible National Archives News story and discover:

What was his experience as a first responder at Ground Zero?

Did he remember a photographer with President Bush (43)?

How does he feel about his picture being in National Archives?

What on earth is the connection to Scuba Diving???

See also: Alert Diver profile of Paul Bardo

Paul Bardo, photo by Jeannine Bardo.

See related National Archives News story: First Pitch Showcased in All American Exhibit Demonstrates How Sports Helped Unite Nation After 9/11.

President George W. Bush throws out the ceremonial first pitch at Yankee Stadium before Game 3 of the 2001 World Series between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the NY Yankees. Photo by Eric Draper. George W. Bush Library. NARA ID 5997397.

Learn why Presidents pitch Opening Day baseballs and see this NYFD jacket worn by President Bush in our new exhibit: ALL AMERICAN - THE POWER OF SPORTS National Archives Museum in DC, 9/16/2022 - 1/7/2024

Remembering 9/11:

Pieces of History, 9/11: The World Series and a President’s pitch

Special Topics Page, Remembering 9/11

National Archives News, 9/11 Archives: “In our New York office: A day like no other”

The Unwritten Record, Remembering 9/11

#firefighter #9/11 #emt #first responders #september 11 #scuba #scubadiver #bush library #george w bush #hero #padi #padiscuba #padisc #alertdivers #gwblibrary #nypd #nyfd #danglobalsafety #scubadiverslife #oceanhorizonscuba #oceanhorizon #patriotic #ground zero #allamerican #allamericansports #baseball

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (3/10/23) Helen Lundeberg (American, 1908-1999) Double Portrait of the Artist in Time (1935) Oil in fiberboard, 121.3 x 101.6 cm. Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

In "Double Portrait of the Artist in Time," the artist actually presents herself four different ways. She copies a pose from a childhood snapshot, reproduces a self portrait, casts her shadow between the child and the picture, and then signs her name to the painting. The child sits with objects symbolizing her youth and inexperience: a clock whose hands indicate her age, a parchment suggesting her unwritten future, and a budding stem representing her undeveloped state. The mature woman, knowing more of the world, holds a blooming flower and ponders an open globe-shaped box. The shadow suggests the physical presence of the living woman who was the child and is the adult. The signature asserts that Helen Lundeberg created the whole. Ultimately, the painting makes visible the intangible notion that a person exists on many different levels, as many different people at the same time.

For more of this artist's work, see this MWW Special Collection: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1843108375794523&type=3

#Helen Lundeberg #Double Portrait #american artist #surrealism #woman artist

[formulahuh]

tagged by @oscarpiastriwdc and @liamlawsonlesbian <33

Imagine you're a racing driver, what would be the top ten songs on your pre-race playlist? Go wild and tag as many people as you want.

hot stuff - donna summer

area codes - kaliii

zitti e buoni- måneskin

unwritten - natasha bedingfield

gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) - abba

you shook me all night long - ac/dc

johnny’s rebellion - crown the empire

american pie - don mclean

life is a highway - rascal flatts

the law and order theme song

this is the most random assortment of music and none of these are really hype songs but they get me hype so idc !!!!

i’m tagging @forzapherb @twinkodium @papayatifosi and anybody else who wants to do it <3

#yes life is a highway is a cars reference and no i don’t care !!! #tag game

[star-reyes]

I only half understand this but I'm having a great time

The Unwritten #18

Writing: Mike Carey

Art: Peter Gross

Colors: Chris Chuckry

Letters: Todd Klein

#mike carey #peter gross #Chris Chuckry #Todd Klein #The Unwritten #The Unwritten dc #The Unwritten vertigo #dc vertigo #vertigo comics #Dc comics #Tommy Taylor #Lizzie hexxam #Richard savoy #Richie savoy

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You pulled down the sleeves of your shirt, the sight of the bruises ringing your wrists an unwelcome sight. You didn’t care that you got them, it was an unwritten part of the job, but the looks the rest of the team kept shooting you when they caught sight of them sent jolts of guilt through you. It had been an honest mistake to make, the call that led you right into the Unsub’s hands and you understood that it could have been anyone in your position — but you were the newest member of the team and younger then most, so they felt a sense of responsibility for you.

It had taken a few days after your capture for them to narrow down the secondary location the Unsub had taken you and each moment of those days had the team biting their nails to the quick. It truly hadn’t been too bad for you, the Unsub having been too panicked to do anything other than tie you down then forget about you. It had been a nerve racking wait but the worst thing was the thirst, not having had any water.

When Derek had ripped open the doors that led to the room you were bound up in, the relief would have melted from you — if you had had any slack to move. He had hurried to your side, JJ and Rossi right behind him, pulling out a knife to cut you from the bed then carefully cutting the ropes from your limbs before gently lifting you into his arms and carrying you out to the waiting ambulances. You had had to spend a few days in the hospital following the experience getting fluids pumped into and the team had hardly left your side, at least one or two at your bedside every time you opened your eyes.

When you finally got the okay to leave and to travel, you had an honor guard the entire way to the plane. It hadn’t gotten any better when you were finally back in DC with everyone ‘innocently’ checking in with you almost hourly on the dot. It would have annoyed you but you could see the guilt still residing in their eyes, so you let it go and allowed their silent sentry.

You figured that it would eventually end when they were satisfied that you weren’t a wilting flower but for the time being every time they saw your wrists, they flinched. The black bruises that they saw were a constant reminder that they had sent you directly into danger and the guilt weighed heavy on their minds.

As such you did everything you could to make sure they couldn’t see them. You knew they knew they were still there, but you figured out of sight out of mind, out of mind what is the best policy. It seems to work for the most part, but it made it all the more dramatic when they caught sight of them again.

There was nothing you could do however, but wait them out and hope for the best.

@whumpuary

#whumpuary #Whumpuary2023 #Whumpuaryno2 #tw tied down #tw restraints #tw bruises #tw captivity #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #cm drabble #criminal minds #derek morgan drabble #David rossi drabble #Jennifer jareau drabble #my stuff #m’s drabbles #m’s imagines #January Whump

[best-character-named-x-poll]

Hi ! I hope you're doing well

I have a few suggestions for you :

Rupert Swope (The Unwritten)

Ruth Clarkson (The Wicked + the Divine)

Izabel (Saga)

Agatha Hansen (The Witches)

Harley (Heroes of Olympus)

Lee Fletcher (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Silena Beauregard (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Ella (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Isabelle (DIE comic)

Ellipses "Ellie" Howell (Crossover comic)

Deanna "Dee" Quinlan (God's Country)

Emmet Quinlan (God's Country)

Alina Shelley (DC Comics)

Lettie Hatter (Howl's Moving Castle)

Lettie Hempstock (The Ocean at the End of the Lane)

Letitia "Tish" Jones (Doctor Who)

Thank you for the suggestions!

#not a poll #suggestions

[librarycomic]

The Sandman Universe: Nightmare Country Volume 1 by James Tynion IV with artists Lisandro Estherren, Maria Llovet, Yanick Paquette, Andrea Sorrentino, Francesco Francavilla, Dani, and Aaron Campbell. DC Black Label, 2023. 9781779518415. Collects #1 - 6. http://www.powells.com/book/-9781779518415?partnerid=34778&p_bt

There's a note at the bottom of the title page to remind readers that The Sandman was created by Neil Gaiman, Sam Kieth, and Mike Dringenberg, and to note that The Sandman Universe is curated by Gaiman. I'm not sure what that means but Tynion and all of the artists involved knocked this one out of the park. (Estherren draws most of it, with pages by the other artists used to great effect). It's spooky, horrific stuff focused on the Corinthian (the newer incarnation of the nightmare), whom you've probably read about in previous Sandman graphic novels or seen in the first season of the show on Netflix. (He's the murderous character with mouths for eyes, which he usually hides behind sunglasses. If you don't know who I mean stop now and go read the original Sandman series in its entirety. I recommend the older collections that haven't been recolored. But I digress.)

The Corinthian was created (and then uncreated and recreated) by Dream of the Endless to torment humanity. And now he's collecting memories that he has for some reason, which he knows aren't his own. He seeks out Madison Flynn, an artist and college student, who paints a figure she sees, another creature that also has mouths for eyes. The Corinthian even does a bit of research in the Dreaming, in a library there which has all the books everyone has never written. (There's even a room of unwritten books about the Corinthian himself that he enjoys.)

I mean, if you're a library person, I hope that's enough right there, the promise of a visit to that particular library and a living nightmare doing research there. At least one of the Endless makes an appearance by the end of the book, and two creepy murderers on a mission, Mr. Agony and Mr. Ecstasy, are present throughout. There's quite a bit of violence, an insane, insanely rich dude, and one unfortunate reanimated corpse, too. And at the end, in the final bit of the book, there's a fantastic promise about what's to come in the next volume.

#bookreview #graphicnovel #graphicnovelreview #sandman #corintian #horror #dcblacklabel

[asteria-argo]

21 for the ask game owo

from this ask game!

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

so so so many! I have about four different installments for the kindergarten tactics series that I don't know I'll ever actually get around too that include

Jan Maas being gentle parented into not saying mean things to his friends even if they're objectively true

The Shark Saga™ which is about Jamie and his blahaj

Ted vs getting a bunch of grown men to actually wear sunscreen

the origins of the chill out box

I have two for my please be gentle series that honestly I don't think I will ever finish

A roy kent character study that I have so so many thoughts about but can't seem to assemble into a cohesive narrative

the skeletons fic, because the more I wrote the more I was actively triggering myself so I had to put it down and I just don't think I'm going to go back too it

and also of course a bunch of fics for other fandoms I'd love to write but will probably just never get around too because they are absolute Goliath projects and/or I don't think anyone would be interested in reading them:

the previously mentioned OUAT canon overhaul that I have been daydreaming about writing since I was 12

Ted Lasso Fantasy AU in which the team have knights of the round table vibes. Beards a sorcerer, Rebecca is the queen, Teds a retired adventurer whose travelled a long way to help train the knights of Richmond. There's magic, there's dragons, I will probably never put this idea to paper but it is such a fun one.

teen wolf fix-it fic because I just think i could do it better

the various and extremely abundant amount of DC fics I have planned for my decades ongoing Batman rewrite

#asteria answers asks #sighonaraa #unpublished wip ask game