#LATE LATE LATE

[thecruellestmonth]

Jason Todd 2023 fic recs

Some of the best Jason Todd fics that were posted or updated in the year 2023.

"Beneficiary" by sirsparklepants https://archiveofourown.org/works/44845189 - The beneficiaries of the estate of Jason Todd. Wonderfully bittersweet. A story about "the logistical demands of death" and "the banalities of death and grief".

"The Extremely True Story of the Titans Tower Attack" by Wisetypewriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/45011785 - Red Hood evilly dragged the iron maiden Talia had gifted him in the Titans Tower’s kitchen. He cackled to himself, so deliciously happy to be able to test it on Robin. -- The most "Titans Tower AU" ever of all time. A must-read for anyone who hates or loves fanon.

The Foreigner by somecaveats https://archiveofourown.org/works/44992420 - Jason had played out Bruce’s first words to him again and again, the blame, the disgust, the rejection, and then, sometimes, when he was feeling sentimental, tears and warmth and muttered prayers about the miracle of his return. He had thought he was prepared for anything. --Or; Immediately after the Lazarus Pit, Jason comes back. -- You know those fantasies of Jason returning to the family in a neater and more palatable way? And all his loved ones react so sweetly and supportively and sensitively—as if Jason's own behavior were the singular deciding factor in whether the family is functional and healthy? This isn't that. Or; in which Jason receives a damningly reluctant welcome home, has several ugly ugly panic attacks, and expertly deduces that one of Bruce's Wayne ancestors got it on with John Singer Sargent. [work in progress/incomplete]

"how it feels to be immune" by maangoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/44490682 - He spent a year in a villa in the Hindu Kush. He doesn’t remember most of it. There were people that cleaned and made him food. The whole house smelled like Talia, like rose and jasmine flowers. This is a soothing little vignette, like a calm before a storm. Talia shines in her competence and in her tenderness, while also struggling to make the right choices for Jason's post-resurrection recovery.

whether a beast or a human being by Goldmonger https://archiveofourown.org/series/3417622 - The Red Hood has been recaptured by the Batman and consigned to a private prison, one buried deep beneath Gotham City. The Dark Knight has encountered insane and deadly criminals before, and knows the havoc that can be wreaked from allowing them any kind of freedom. The Red Hood will spend the rest of his life under observation, and will be cared for according to the directives of the Batman. It is unlikely that he will rejoin society, but that is a sacrifice that must be made to protect the citizens of Gotham. Or: "The Wide Sargasso Sea: Jason Todd Edition." Now serendipitously even more relevant after Gotham War! This story contains extreme and unmitigated pain, and severe medical abuse. In the words of the writer: a story "of how even the closest relationship with the most love in the world can fall apart under the right conditions." This is an ongoing/incomplete story, but each installment feels like a satisfying pausing point.

"catch and release" by hellsreluctantheir https://archiveofourown.org/works/50457703 - Dick & Jason hurt/comfort, with POV Dick. In the words of one commenter, this is a sweet story that really appreciates Dick's "constant worrying & planning & trauma and huge sense of responsibility that he’s always got going there" with respect to the ups and downs of his history with Jason.

"Neighbours" by Aingeal98 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40132554 - Bruce loved his son. Bruce was delighted that his son was making new friends. But there was something odd about that family, and no it wasn't just because Cassandra's mother outvoted him at the last PTA meeting, Jason. (That may have played a small part. Sue him, he's human.) PTA AU starring Cass and Shiva, with Jason as a supporting character. A feel-good story with comedy, friendship, family, and tiny pre-teen urban justice crusader Cass as our intrepid hero!

"EURUS" by cowboymater https://archiveofourown.org/works/50555239/chapters/127711369 - "Eurus is a continued interrogation of our own beliefs […] the record seeks to capture the feelings of dark woods, dry branches, dead leaves, and wondering who had migrated — you, or your flock?" OR: Jason Todd, his convictions, his forgiveness, and the cycles of violence and hope (violent hope, sometimes) he may never be free of.

"Ages 12 & Up" by motleyfam https://archiveofourown.org/works/52384984 - See, the real reason that Damian always refuses painkillers is that he cannot swallow a pill. Cute and fun. Damian is a tough little guy, and Jason is an obnoxiously annoying big brother.

"YOU MUST KNOW LIFE TO KNOW DECAY." by orpheusaki @damianbugs https://archiveofourown.org/works/48513616 - For as long as Jason can remember, it's always been raining. Jason's memories of rainy days throughout his life. The rain continues, and so does Jason.

"Get Joker" by chucklesbuckles https://archiveofourown.org/works/49377664 - Harley tries to bond with Jason over their singular shared point of trauma, obsesses over the dead bird's hands, and alienates him by having a platonic hard on for his dad. Jason just wants to make bets over who on their team will bite it first. In which Suicide Squad: Get Joker! is scrapped for parts and melted down. Harley's retrospective on having knowingly loved someone who tortured Barbara Gordon and killed Robin. [POV Harley Quinn.]

"Down to Dust" by Sparkypants https://archiveofourown.org/works/47407291 - It's not the warehouse that Jason has nightmares about. It's Bruce. Bruce deciding to cremate him instead of bury him. Because if he had, what would Jason be now? An infinite number of pieces, cast into the wind. Smoke hanging in the air and never whole or home again, part of him always missing. A spiral of psychological horror, then some hurt/comfort.

"the shadow of violence" by shipyrds https://archiveofourown.org/works/49059019 - Jason shoots someone to protect Damian. Bruce, as usual, has opinions.

"promises" by sunspikes https://archiveofourown.org/series/3413851 - After a nightmarish premonition, young Jason makes Bruce promise not to bury him.

"through death and time" by sparkycap https://archiveofourown.org/works/45733813 - After a mission that takes Batman and Nightwing back twenty years in the past, they end up with time to kill. Bruce does what he does best: he finds a kid. Luckily this one is already his. The fluffiest feel-good fluff available, featuring Bruce & Dick & Jason. Sweeter than WFA.

"The Daughter of the Water" by chucklesbuckles https://archiveofourown.org/works/46605205 - “To walk the world!” it croons, bright gold spilling over it’s cheeks, highlighting the springy white curls crowning it’s head. It bends, cold wet hands cradling Talia’s face, wiping her tears away. It places a soft kiss to her forehead, tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ear, torchlight eyes burning. “Thank you for the body.” The Lazarus Pit takes Jason's body for a long and productive joyride. A creepy and wet story featuring Talia & Jason, with POV Talia.

"Confessional" by Temeritous https://archiveofourown.org/works/45307363 - Jason gets hit with a truth spell and uses it in an inadvisable manner. Ooh, the emotional pain here is exquisite. It's like helplessly watching a glass bottle of olive oil drop and shatter and spill all over the floor.

"Oracle Movie Trailer" by centreoftheselights https://archiveofourown.org/works/47940070 - A screenplay for a trailer for a Oracle: Year One origin movie, featuring Robin II as a supporting character. We love the idea of a movie following Barbara's recovery and journey to becoming Oracle.

Red X by ilovelegendsalot https://archiveofourown.org/series/1211157 - Mostly following the canon events of the Teen Titans cartoon, from the perspective of the second Red X, Jason Todd.

"salt in the wound (and a kiss on my cheek)" by pseudonym123 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52471159/ - A RHATO #25 canon divergence fic where Roy doesn't come to Jason's rescue that night on the rooftop. Bruce and Jason deal with the fall out. [incomplete/work in progress]

[2022]

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd fic #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd fanfiction #Batfic #Batman fic #Batman fanfic #fic rec #fic rec list #fanfic rec #Batdad #Red Hood #Bruce and Jason #Cass and Jason #Dick and Jason #last updated June 2023 #post may be updated and revised #LATE LATE LATE #I'm not making a list for 2024. #Planning more lists for: '''2011 and earlier'' - ''2012-2016'' - ''2017-2019'' - ''2020-2021''. #If I'm still around in this fandom then the next list will probably be ''2024-2026'' or whenever the live-action Batfamily movie releases. #As you can see I want to group these recs together based on era. For historical analysis purposes.

[bluejaywriter]

Light from Light - Chapter 2 beginning

Later, when she would try to speak of it, the words would refuse to come.

Those green eyes would gaze up at her from the dark, those small hands clutching at scratchy flannel sheets, and she would say, What was it like?

And Hippolyta would gaze down at her, and it was different now: she was a boundless and untouchable Goddess, a creature of chaos who wielded a mighty and inevitable power. She had taken down the multiverse’s greatest threat with a careless wave of her hand, sucking the life from his heaving lungs, casually pulling out the tattered wisps of his soul until there was nothing left, and all the world had woken to the sight of him on his knees before her.

I do not remember, she would reply, and wonder of wonders, there is much in those words that is true. A hundred years spent in torment and captivity does much to dull the mind, dull the senses. And the years before… it took decades, centuries for her to even allow herself to think back upon them, to allow herself to remember his lanky figure running through the fields toward her, his quick smile that never quite seemed to hide his pain, his soft eyes that were a window into his wounded soul, a sensitivity that he eventually grew to recognize and despise. For the Amazons are strong, steadfast, stubborn, and slow to change, but these humans are affected by the wind, by the stars, by the tilt of the earth—and with breathtaking quickness, they can change from content to miserable, loving to paranoid, man to monster.

Those green eyes are piercing, searching for her face in the dark, and Hippolyta turns away, knowing that this creature cannot see her, but also knowing that she can sense her all the same, sense her moods with the sharp perception of a mother, of a woman who has hidden many secrets of her own in her short years.

Little one… do not ask me about that. I cannot speak of it. Not here. Not with you.

There is a small breath of silence, a wounded look, and the creature opens her mouth to apologize, but Hippolyta lays a hand over hers, and brushes her lips over that soft cheek.

One day, perhaps. When the darkness does not feel yet so close.

#LATE #LATE LATE LATE #This is a month late and I'm sorry 😬 #and it's still not done 😬😬 #but in my defense the reason I haven't just thrown it up onto AO3 is because I know it can be really good #and the three people reading this fic deserve to read good things 😝 #also spoiler (but not really) we're getting a different Marlyta canon/backstory in this fic! #so that's fun

[hells-greatestdad]

// Today will be mostly offline

#ooc #work and shit #may be around late this evening #late late late #maybe

[shakapuffin]

via @latelateshow on twitter!

Scotty Caan and Sally Field, on the late late show with james corden!

#hawaii five 0 #scott caan #danny williams #scotty caan #danno williams #alert #fox tv #alert on fox #sally field #late late late #james corden

[becomingpoet]

hot sugar spun into billows

of static and curium

plutonium subjected to

sour apple bombardment

as miraculous as any carnival

as spectacular as any Parisian metropolis

leaking into the bottom end of an hourglass

masking loss in taupe

I watch the future gently

forget the past

nothing unsustained can last

#September #becomingpoet #smittenbypoetrygame #poetry #late late late #but we’re honoring October with poetry

[juminweek2019]

Repost with tags because Tumblr doesn't let you edit saved replies (so why did they let you save it as a draft in the first place??)

#jumin han #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme jumin #jujuw2023 #jumin week #late late late #wait... what's an ao3 collection? tell me more 🤔

[akiwitch]

happy (late) storyteller saturday! what's your character's living space like? do they keep it clean or is it cluttered and chaotic? what's the first thing people generally notice about it?

Happy late answer!

Shay would love to have a cluttered room, and she did for 21 years of her life, but moving in with Jo meant certain rules had to be followed, like respecting the antique furniture and keeping her room clean.

So now it's cluttered...out of sight. In drawers and the closet. But externally it's clean and neat.

The first thing most people notice is the huge window seat that faces the street because it's so lovely especially in the fall.

Thanks for the ask!

#storyteller saturday #late late late #but thank you #ghost punch

[wordthieve]

Inspiration Day!

@rosedavid, you caught me on a day when I have something to post!

Very inspired.

#late late late #for a very important chapter update #but here's a teaser I guess #sc fanfic

[copias-thrall]

do the ghouls ever feel romantic attraction or love?

Well hey there, nonny. Of course they do!

The have love for their packs and love for their buddies and lots of them pair off with romantic partners—and they love their kits.

Don’t forget that they come from hell, so they don’t have the same history with social constructs. They just: are. Like humans, they also have a range of sexuality and genders, and they don’t see a problem with having multiple partners that they love. Not that they’re drama free. They get into petty romantic tiffs and jealousies like anyone else!

Compatibility is just as important to them as it is for humans, but they also put a lot of stock in smell. They can tell A LOT about compatibility on how someone smells to them, and yeah—they do feel physical attraction, but if the hottest 10 propositioned them and they smelled like garbage? That would probably be a no-go for the Ghoul. I mean, some of them would still bone said 10 (Dew *cough cough*), but in terms of romance? Nah.

Ghouls have a range of personalities just like humans. There are a rare few elitists who wouldn’t deign to get involved with humans, no matter how good one smelled. Then there’s the other end of the spectrum—the Ghouls who love the human world way too much and make it their entire personality that they date only humans. But the majority of Ghouls will get involved with both, bc they’re here for a good time, yeah? Do you smell good and make them laugh? They’re in.

#ask #pack lore #stay tuned for my pack series ETA 2023 #late 2023 #late late late #my writing

[misfitsandmischief]

@mymanymerrymuses

Curiosity is a dangerous thing in the hands of simple creatures. Curiosity has it’s downfalls on occasion, this is something of a lesson that has been taught, though definitely not learned, to the two birds that sit in a tree just at the edge of a school yard. Truly its probably a miracle at this point that curiosity hasn’t killed the crows, and yet here they are, sticking their beaks somewhere else where they don’t belong. 

Now in all honesty it’s Junim’s curiosity that fuels just about every little mishap that happens to the two birds, he has a genuine want to learn about the two leggers they see walking about every day, wants to be able to blend in more when he himself makes the change and trots about. And yet somehow Aiden seems to be the one to drag them forward into the danger. If Junim is the mind, Aiden is the body, and one that doesn’t wait for instruction at that. 

That is how they find themselves snooping through the school, their small heads peaking into nooks and crannys, their wings and feet taking them from hops and bounds to clumsy landings in out-of-sight places. Had the day stayed relatively quiet they probably would have been in and out, their curiosity quelled if not satisfied. The quiet was broken at the sound of people though, and hearing any sort of excitement was always due for an investigation. Right? 

Of course getting into the gym had been the tricky part, the door was out of the question so the two had needed to fly about until they had found an open window, Thankfully it was higher up and not as noticeable because while they had found a way in, their entrance had not been the most graceful thing. A few feathers fallen and much hopping through the rafters later and they finally had settled on a spot to sit and watch what was going on below them. It was something of a game, that was about the extent of either of the crow’s knowledge, but it sure did look fun.

#mymanymerrymuses #The curious crow {Junim} #The feathered pie {Aiden} #late late late #and a little confusing how it came out #but ta da here the thing

[frostsong]

9—14: ATTRITION.

noun: the action or process of gradually reducing the strength or effectiveness of someone or something through sustained attack or pressure.

rating: m

characters: prince haldrath, original characters, euphemie de dansereau

tags: reincarnation au, the passion of prince haldrath, rosary as restraint, kinky dragoons

summary: you pray, you pray, you pray. (& if he’s merciful you’ll get your way).

wordcount: 442

“at ease, lieutenant.”

the words ghost her ear and she trembles—a spark through the nerves, a shiver up her spine. she stood at her bedside, bereft of all but the heirloom necklace that twinkled by the feeble light of the candlelabra. she craned her head back as he raised the chain and pendant off her neck, coiling it tight around her forearms to her wrists—the pendant left dangling at the bridge of her palm and wrist.

haldrath would never leave her wanting. but there were times when she sought something other than tender.

on first impression he had always been dutiful. stern, but never callous. keen purple hues focused on the perimeter of his patrol or on that of his subordinates during their exercises, the even cadence of his greaves on snow and stone. it took time for her to grasp the gentle center of his heart, covered in the same soot and seared-scars of dragon-flame—one could say she waged two wars with him, and with time his arms yielded to her in surrender.

for her efforts—and merely existing—he would thank her, in sharp, sweet attrition, until she too crumbled in a heap in his arms, from ivory knees to her stomach atop the edge of her bed where he held her. the conditions were fairly simple: she was not to speak or move unless told her, with two exceptions: the tremble that would inevitably grow with each touch of the fingers and the tongue, and the word tart that signaled him to end the act at once. 

(mercy was a past candidate; haldrath deemed it too fitting, and she agreed it would do wonders for the immersion instead).

words meant to soothe earned him a quivering exhale—one disadvantage of foreplay from behind meant it would be more difficult to see her expression in full, though he couldn’t deny the odd charm of seeing her tilt her chin upwards, the crown of her head pressed to his chest and her star silver eyes glassy with pleading—surely there was no ilm of her that wasn’t meant to be kissed.

haldrath smiles, cooly—this disciplines him, too, for he forced himself to bite back the flooding warmth that threatened to end their well-planned act. she encouraged him to think of it like just another day at the congregation—for what they had become, doing so would be far from simple. no longer could haldrath see her as merely brethren of the same order. it was no longer camaraderie and fire that held them together. tangled and intertwined like the very chain that bound her at the wrists—

—there would be nothing that could tear them apart. 

#ffxivwrite2022 #eggpens #prince haldrath #euphemie de dansereau #late late late

[memingursa]

Lol

#ai #bullshit #late stage capitalism #willy wonka

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

#art #artists on tumblr #bitches will say ''in what context are these colors pretty'' #and then post the delicate hues of sunlight filtering through the leaves of a forest in late springtime #edit: censored the other op bc some of yall are starting to scare me and i don't want them getting harassed #and as long as im here. stop telling me it's the shrek colors i know it's the shrek colors #everybody and their mother has already mentioned it's the shrek colors

[nighthawkes]

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

#having a come to Jesus with myself about trying to work late #sleep is the only path to productivity. rest is the only thing that lets me get things done. #litany against not laying down

[amygdalae]

he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg

#maybe i shouldnt have posted this. too late

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

#buny text #I'm fine i've just been staying up too late playing bg3 the past few nights #and then wanting to wake up before noon so my parents don't say anything rude to me so i end up getting less sleep to facilitate that #and it's catching up to me #i feel like this explanation maybe undermines my previous statement of 'I'm fine' a bit but I'm fine i promise #look at my lop posts boy