#jax writes

[jaxwrites]

2024

A SWEATSHIRT LIKE A SUNSET

DO NOT BLEED INTO THE SNOW

ALLOW THE GLASS TO DROP BUT DONT FORGET TO LET IT GO

LEARN SOMETHING

FORGET SOMETHING

THIS SHOULDER'S WEIGHT IS YOURS

TAKE YOUR TIME

MAKE SOME SLIME

DO NOT AFRAID TO CLOSE THE DOORS

AND MOST OF ALL AND LEAST OF ALL

GET UP GET UP GET UP

#GET UP #jax writes

[sociallyanxiouspoet]

Not Me

They called a name that wasn’t mine They looked at me and smiled They pointed out photos of A stranger as a child

They gave me gifts for interests that I know I’ve never held When they speak of things I’ve done I don’t recognize myself

These are the parents I’ve known since birth The friends I’ve known for years But when I tell them who I am My words fall on deaf ears

I don’t know why they don’t recognize What I’m trying to say They tell me to hush and pat my head And call me someone else’s name

#jax yacks #original poem #2019 #jax writes #poets on tumblr #transgender #gender dysphoria #dissociation #neurodivergent #identity

[sociallyanxiouspotter]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Not Canon Compliant, Healer Draco Malfoy Summary:

Harry needed a vacation, not only from work but from the British wizarding world as a whole. One portkey later, he's across the pond, far from anyone who knows him. That is, until, he overhears a familiar voice casting a healing spell...

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Not sure how much I’ll write on this, but I had the beginning in me and wanted to get it down!

#jax yacks #jax writes #harry potter #fanfic #drarry #healer draco #wip #draco malfoy #harry x draco

[mandaloresson]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper Characters: Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: First Dates, Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Fumbling, a lot of it, DickRoy friendship Summary:

Roy has been thinking of asking Jason out, but first he thinks he should get Dick's blessing. Not only for the sake of it, but for the sake of their friendship too. Or, he's just stalling.

#jason todd #roy harper #red hood #arsenal #dick grayson #nightwing #jayroy #dc #dc fic #dc fanfic #fanfic #jax writes

[dirkification]

Bro keeps Dave numb and immobile but conscious as he slices him open to feel his organs pulse and squirm in his hands and Dave loves it because it's one of the few times Bro is so focused on him and only him. It's proof that Bro loves him because why else would he open him up and caress parts of him never meant to be seen but not kill him if he didn't love him too deeply for normal comprehension?

#jax yacks #jax writes #gore #stridercest #brodave #body horror #live disection

[jaxwritess]

Bittersweet Memories (Darkstache)

TW: Angsty, Wilford briefly remembers the past, crying

Dark often found himself listening to Wilford's aura— usually, a barely-audible song, which most people might mistake as an earworm— without even meaning to. He did it for many reasons. For one, they often couldn't help it. Maybe they were just better attuned to the sound. Wilford's excitement sometimes made the music quite hard to miss. But on the other hand, there were some rare days when the fast-paced music would slow and distort, and those were the ones that worried Dark the most. There were a few reasons the usually bright music might sound grim, and frankly, he didn't like what any of them might be.

Today, as Dark was wrapping up a meeting, their own aura was ringing just a tad louder than usual, stress and annoyance building. Maybe that's why he didn't pick up on the shift in Wilford's music immediately. When they did, however, their stomach dropped. His partner (in crime, for life. Either worked depending on the day) had elected to stay downstairs and out of the meeting today but had refused to say why. For a split second, Dark wondered if maybe Wilford had stepped out of the building, but he stood from his seat when he heard a long, wonky note.

"Meeting dismissed. I don't have time for questions today; if anyone needs anything, reach out via Google Blue."

The android frowned and narrowed its eyes, but didn't say anything when Dark made eye contact. Instead, it folded its hands and nodded stiffly. Dark had something else to attend to. That didn't make him any less salty, of course, especially when several of the others crowded around to ask questions.

Dark didn't have time to dwell too much on the other's glare and instead retreated from the room, leaving their things to be packed up later. Something was going on with Wilford, and that took priority.

He followed the soft music to his office downstairs, and he felt a pinch more anxiety. Was Wilford looking for him? He didn't often spend time there unless Dark was working, so it was difficult to reason why else he might be there. He raised a hand to open the door but paused briefly to collect his thoughts as he picked up on another quiet, warped note. If he was visibly distressed, it would probably make Wilford feel even worse. They took a deep breath— technically, they didn't need the oxygen, but it helped ground them regardless— and felt their shoulders rise and fall. Wilford seemed to be less prone to reading the auras, so even as Dark's rang louder, his expression and posture would be what mattered most. He closed his eyes and repeated the process before finally letting his hand find the handle, and he cracked the door open.

He peered in, doing a courtesy sweep of the room before his eyes landed on his desk chair, which was turned away from the door. "Wilford?" They asked gently, cautious. When the other was like this, sometimes it was difficult to know when he would be sad or violent. Some days, it could be both. It depended on what it was he remembered on any given day.

Still, despite the lack of verbal response, he heard a loud sniffle. Quietly, they stepped inside and shut the door. As they moved closer, they made a point to walk a little louder, hoping not to surprise their husband. "Wilford, is everything alright?"

As they rounded the desk, Wilford span the chair slightly, just enough to look at them from the corner of his eye. He was still silent, save for a few teary sniffles, letting his gaze fall back to a metallic tin in his hands.

Dark took a moment to notice just how much brown was in both Wilford's hair and his mustache, leaving just the tips to be the usual bubblegum pink. If Dark had to guess, he was remembering quite a bit of their shared past. He took a moment to look at the box in Wilford's hands, and a lump formed in his throat.

They were both quiet for a long few minutes before Wilford weakly lifted the box. "I gave these to her, just before..." He stopped, letting his hand fall back to his lap. "Do you know the superstition behind these?"

Dark took a moment to compose himself as he drew closer, then gently put a hand on the other's shoulder. "A person's first tarot cards are meant to be gifted to them." He mumbled, watching as Wilford opened it and read the engraving on the inside.

"Mark wouldn't do it," he laughed, though it sounded bittersweet. "She didn't ask me to, but I found some during one of my trips to the East. I..." He paused, then moved to wipe away some of his tears with one of his wrists. "She was so happy."

"She was." Dark agreed softly, crouching down.

Wilford stared at the deck, though he closed the container again before doing anything else. He let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe she kept them." He thought, maybe, she'd have gotten rid of them after the truth came out.

"Of course she did." Carefully, he turned the chair, so that Wilford was facing him.

"She loved me, didn't she?" He finally made eye contact with his partner as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Gently, he took the box from Wilford's hands and placed it on the desk, then moved to gently grasp his hands. The other made no protest. "She does. They both do." Carefully, they guided him to stand up, then lifted his hands to kiss them softly.

Wilford was quiet for a few long moments, staring down at nothing in particular. Slowly, his gaze moved to meet Dark's, and he frowned. "Is it ever lonely? Being the only one to remember?"

They hummed, dropping their gaze to their hands. "Sometimes..." He paused to let go of the other's hands, instead opting to loosely hold his hips. "But I know you're happier not remembering."

He followed Dark's lead, letting his hands find a place on their shoulders. "You don't mind? Even if I'll just forget it all again?"

At that, he moved to kiss Wilford's cheek. "Of course not. It's not your fault."

He leaned closer to bury his face in Dark's shoulder, letting out another quiet sob.

Wilford didn't speak again, not for a few minutes, and by then, the pink was returning to his hair and the music in his aura was picking up again. He leaned back to look at Dark, confused by his expression, and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears on his own face. "Did something happen, Darky?"

He sighed, moving a hand to cup Wilford's cheek. When the other leaned into his hand, he offered a somber smile. "Nothing for you to worry about, Wil."

#jax writes #writing #requests open #fluff #angst #Markiplier #Markiplier egos #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #Brief Googleiplier #Something a lil soft #Mentions Celine (MarkCU) #Mentions Actor Mark (MarkCU) #Mentions Damien (MarkCU) #Markiplier Cinematic Universe #Tarot cards/witchy stuff mention #Tears #I had fun writing about the auras lol #Wilford remembers #Darkstache #he/they Darkiplier

[bondlessprincebloodlessknight]

Tournament Arc

Chapter One: Caught

Link to the chapter on AO3

The prince always kept a close eye on his knights, but usually not when they could tell. He tried to be transparent about it at first -- he didn’t want to be a fucking creep -- but then most of them became so stiff and awkward in his presence that it ruined the whole point. He then watched from windows when he could or would schedule his meetings within view of their marches or training sessions, but not close enough for them to pay him any mind.

Some days that wasn’t enough for his purposes, however.

Today he was hidden up among the ceiling beams in the stable, where his knights were brushing down their horses and generally relaxing. He was particularly focused on one, a knight with shockingly blonde hair and bright red eyes, who was tending to his reddish brown horse while talking with another knight, somehow both keeping to his duty and gesticulating wildly. The other knight, a short stocky man with a mess of black hair, wore an expression that was struggling between amusement and annoyance, arms crossed, brush forgotten in hand, and a deep grey horse standing a few paces behind him.

The prince watched, doing his best to read lips to little avail, and then his view was completely obscured by another knight moving her horse into the relatively spacious area near them, blocking his line of sight. The prince nimbly crawled across the beams to find a better spot and winced as one creaked below him. It was soft, so almost none of the knights heard him.

Almost.

Red eyes quickly locked with the prince’s orange, then broke away to see if his conversational partner noticed, then focused back on the prince, who watched as dark red gears formed and spun in the knight’s irises and then everything around them stopped.

They stared at each other for a few moments, then the knight shook his head sharply and gestured toward the exit. The prince’s brow creased as he hesitated, then complied, shivering as time started again as soon as he was out of sight of the stables.

The prince goes back to watching the knights in an official capacity. He got deep frowns from the red eyed knight, but no more magic intervention, so he doesn’t stop. What surprised him was the deeper pair of red eyes watching him with disdain. The short knight who had been talking to the prince’s target of interest before, the knight who had been the most nervous, the most eager to please when he was around, now glared at him with open distrust like no one had ever dared to before. The pair of knights were almost constantly together, and the short knight had taken a habit of obscuring the prince’s view of the other any chance he was able to.

This gave the prince an idea.

There was a murmur through the waiting crowd, curious as to why they were summoned to an impromptu Court. Certainly such things were not unknown from the king and queen, but as of yet unheard of from their son. The knights shifted uncomfortably in the back, used to only being invited for more ceremonial events than a meeting of advisors and nobles. The knight with red eyes had a reassuring hand on his scowling friend’s shoulder, then gripped it tightly as he caught the sight of a shock of bright blue in the crowd. The scowling knight snickered before being hushed by his tense siblings-in-arms.

Then everyone stilled as the prince made his way up the several stairs of the dias and onto the small, but still regal, throne. He sat casually, elbows resting on the arms of the throne and one heel on a decorative edge of the legs. But his eyes were, as always, attentive if not piercing. Knowing if not unnerving. He waited a few breaths, then gestured for the herald waiting in the wings up onto the dais. The herald made it to the second step before stopping, looked nervously to the prince, who nodded, then he unrolled the scroll he was holding and spoke.

“His royal highness, Prince Diederik, Lord of the Bilious Plains, Founder of the Autonomous Guild, Conqueror of th--” The prince subtly twirled his fingers. The herald choked on a breath, coughed, then continued. “Has gathered you all to announce a tournament for his loyal knights and any noble that dare stand against them in celebration of the upcoming harvest season. Events include archery, armed and unarmed combat, and horseback racing. Those who prevail will be rewarded with gold and fame, with a yet unannounced prize for the one his highness deems as the most worthy of it. Registration for the events will be held in a fortnight. His highness looks forward to your participation.” The herald rolled his scroll back up, then gestured to his right and said, “Please proceed to the dining hall for a small meal as a thanks for your attendance where a representative will be available to answer any questions. You are dismissed.” He then bowed to the prince, who nodded back, then to the court, then leaves, opposite from where he gestured.

The prince watched, still and silent, as his court and knights shuffled out of the reception hall, a rumble of voices growing louder as they went. A pair of dark red eyes judged him silently, then refocused on his friend who was moving quickly, if erratically, through the crowd of nobles. The prince watched the pair until they disappeared from view and the hall emptied, then followed his herald out, gesturing to a waiting scribe to leave with him.

He had a lot of preparations to make.

#jax yacks #main fic #jax writes #dirkkat #homestuck #i have posted this chapter one billion times probably but now it has a home #besides its home on ao3

[winnie-the-monster]

#sons of anarchy #soa #s1 #1x07 #jax writes #tara knowles #tara x jax #jax x tara

[sociallyanxiousdragon]

The worst part about writing something is you really really want to talk about it to everyone forever but you also want to wait until it's Finished

#jax yacks #jax writes

[words4bloghere]

Knowing you has made me lonelier

There's a difference between a night alone

And a night alone without you

#jax writes #original poetry #wip excerpt

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

#my art #digital art #comic #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus #tadc comic #amazing digital circus #pomni #is. is caine in there. technically #ALT TEXT IS SO HARD OMGGGG #i had to write the 4th pages alt text like 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it

[jaxwrites]

a cup of you

i've been teaching myself to make coffee which is to say i've been waking up at weird hours to those who sleep at strange hours

which is to say i've been reverse engineering how you make coffee which is to say i think i saw you french press once and i've never been to pouring school but the rituals keeps us sane it's been a long-time coming anyway

have you ever made coffee from a machine? it's easy, in a bogus kind of way which is to say it's convenient but kind of scary you've got to pour your water into a space that looks very much like it isn't connected to anything and you've got to pour it quickly

which is to say it's strange and high pressure in the way that kitchens often are

the first time i had to get up for a real job after years of staying up all night and leaving bed when i'd liked i purchased a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso

which is to say i wanted familiar and needed a change

and i bought coffee and i bought coffee and i bought coffee and i did not care for the machine and the french press wasn't for me but i think i saw you pour over once

so i've been learning to make coffee which is to say i've been waking up with a cup of you

#jax writes #poets elixir #spilled ink #poetry #poets on tumblr

[sociallyanxiouspoet]

Body Parts

This face is not mine It does not belong to me These are also not my arms And these are not my knees

Within a chest I do not own Beats a heart that isn’t mine It sends a shiver crawling up Someone else’s spine

My legs are foreign entities My hands are far removed I drink with another person’s throat I eat with another person’s tooth

The skin I wear is not my own Nor my ears nor are my feet In the mirror, I can only stare At a form that is not me

#jax yacks #original poem #2019 #jax writes #poets on tumblr #dissociation #transgender #gender dysphoria #it's not just about gender but i don't know how else to tag it #neurodivergent

[sociallyanxiouspotter]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite Summary:

I've been listening to some Harry Potter podcasts where people break down every few chapters, and one mentioned things they would change if they did a rewrite. So I decided I'd try my hand at a rewrite! This is not an attempt to remove all the problematic elements (that's impossible -- at best I would simply introduce my own), or appeal to absolutely everyone. I am, however, attempting to stick to the major canon events (probably), so if you see something that contradicts something later, let me know! Otherwise enjoy! Or don't! But preferably do. And feel free to let me know things *you* wish would be fixed! Note: I'm still deciding how much of a "true" rewrite I want to do vs making this for people who are already familiar with the books/movies, but I'll try not to make it absolutely incoherent to anyone less in the know.

#jax yacks #jax writes #hp rewrite #harry potter rewrite #ambrolen #ao3 #fanfic #hp fic

[mandaloresson]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: AU where Bruce and Dick made up while Jason was Robin, AU where Dick and Jason had an actual relationship before his death, AU where Dick and Jason hung out and Jason got to meet Roy as a teen, Awkward Crush, Teen Crush, crushing on the older brother's best friend trope, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Under the Red Hood Arc, Roy finds out who the Red Hood is, and he's shook, Friendzone, or rather familyzone, bitter Jason Todd, Hurt Jason Todd, Eventual Fluff, Slow Burn Summary:

Due to Dick and Bruce managing to somewhat mend their fractured relationship, Jason found himself having an adoptive older brother. It took time, but Jason and Dick formed a genuine bond and Jason even got to meet some of Dick's friends. The one that stood out? Roy Harper. In time, Jason developed a raging crush on his brother's cool best friend.

But when Jason dies, and comes back to life, everything is different.

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I whipped this up while waiting for DC fic suggestion (which I’ve gotten several of and I loved them, I’ll get on that soon!!) I hope you guys like it :>

#jayroy #dc #dc fanfic #jason todd #roy harper #dick grayson #red hood #arsenal dc #nightwing #fanfic #jax writes

[dirkification]

Dave didn't know if he got around more than anyone else, but he got around enough to think about taste, not that he'd ever tell Terezi that.

John tasted light and sweet like cotton candy disappearing on your tongue. He doesn't remember Rose, but Davesprite said she tasted deep and rich and bitter, like dark chocolate.

Jade reminded him of the buttercup flowers he got tricked into licking when he was a kid, thinking they'd taste like butter. But it was grassy and fresh and nostalgic.

Terezi... honestly more often than not, she tasted like chalk. And copper, from her sharp teeth constantly nipping at his lips. Karkat tasted thick and heady, like the burn of flavored tobacco on his tongue. He could get lost in it.

But he loved Dirk's taste the most. Steel and sugar and desperation and heat and just a hint of sea salt that seemed permanently burned into his skin.

#jax yacks #jax writes #stridercest #dirkdave #johndave #daverezi #davejade #dersecest #some of these threads i'm putting here and some i'm putting on my overandout ao3