This is a place to post og work, fics, ideas, and snippets! I’m a chronic multishipper and will always do my best to tag ships and fandoms.
I use Scrivener to write.
I’m currently writing for:
OG Novels (SCP/New Weird style stories.)
DP x DC
I have/may also write for Marvel, Star Trek, and FFXV.
My Ao3 is PaperPuffin! You can find my finished work there!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Various fic(lets) not on Ao3.
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Good luck on your chemise! I hope you were forgiving with your measurements because there’s little more irritating than having to unpin the sides to add gussets lmao (is a good opportunity to add a centre panel of fun material for more chest room tho)
Bold of you to assume that I didnt just jump right in to ripping and sewing lol
I think I'm going to end up sewing a yoke of sorts just to make it all lay a little better, since there are no sleeves. I was going with gathered straps at first but that was so much bulk up there.
But it was a body image struggle bus tonight, so I'm going to start fresh tomorrow with my new plan!
@mikosflame
Danny/Bruce, Key, “Take your aim, fire away... shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium”
BANG!
A red flag emboldened with the word pops out the end of the gun.
The whole room seems to sag with an exhale of relief. But Bruce doesn’t. He still strains against the goons who are holding him back.
The Joker just shrugs, gun dangling limp from his fingers. “Ah, well, looks like all I have with me is a joke!” His face twisted into an awful sneer. “Problem is, doesn’t seem anyone is laughing!” He turns, a dramatic pivot that leaves his back to Danny.
Please, please, please, let him be done with Danny, Bruce silently pleads.
There’s a moment where he thinks it works.
Then the Joker snaps his fingers. The goons on either side of him raise their pistols. Danny jerks as a bullet hits his chest. The second bullet jerks him the other way. He curls in on himself, body bowed for a moment. But then he sweeps his hair back as he stands up straight. There’s a devil-may-care smirk on his lips. It’s the smile that Bruce fell for.
The Joker twists back with a growl. “Unload, boys!”
Bang-bang-bang—ten more shots ring out.
Danny jerks back with each of the shots, but there’s no blood. No wet red staining the new suit that he had let Bruce buy him. The pistols empty into Danny, but he doesn’t bleed.
The room holds its breath.
Danny shakes out his sleeves. Twelve bullet shells clink against the marble floor. He straightens his tie purposefully, and then in a flash has surged forward and socked the Joker.
He crumples to the floor in a pile of purple and green.
The goons pause and then run for it.
Danny is at Bruce’s side, holding his face as he searches for any damage. “Are you okay?”
“I think that’s my line,” Bruce says, his voice a desperate rasp. He presses his finger through a bullet hole in Danny’s suit. His finger meets flesh, whole and unblemished. “…how?”
Danny shrugs and smiles, a nervous thing that Bruce wants to sooth away with a kiss, so he does.
Feel like informing you that because of Danny's stance in City Pigeons, I've started eating my muffins upside down. And I must admit, he's right. The top(pings) is the best part and saving it for last is a legitimately better experience. My banana nut muffins no longer have a disappointing lack of nuts in the final bites.
Right??
The top is the best part! Might as well save it for last! Also it makes sure if it's one of those dry muffins you end with a less dry part. Do be ready for people to look at you as if you're weird, but, like, there are so many reasons people look at me like I'm weird aside from that.
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Danny/Dick, Key, "And then I said goodbye or she'll break my heart'
“Dick, no,” Wally hissed.
“Dick, yes.”
All of them turned to look at Raven in surprise. She just shrugged and gestured towards the new hero, Phantom. He was talking with Specter. She said something that made him throw his head back in laughter. It showed off his sharp teeth spectacularly.
“Someone needs to… what was the phrase for it?” Raven asked, head tilted. “Ah, ‘hit that’.”
“Raven,” Wally gasped, aghast.
She gestured again at Phantom. His his drifted away like smoke and his legs were less than solid. He felt like storm about to break.
“Yeah, no, I’m with Raven,” Gar said. His chin was perched on his hand as he watched Phantom with what was basically heart eyes. “Unless he’s into sharing?”
“Oh come on, you have to at least let me shoot my shot!” Dick whined. “You two already have your whole eldritch thing. Leave some for the rest of us.”
“Dick, no,” Wally said, again. “I’m just trying to keep you in one piece.”
Dick pressed his hands together with a little gesture. “Counterpoint: he makes falling apart seem so good.”
Wally just sighed and dropped his head onto the table with a thunk.
This was a longer typeset and the author is on here too @clockwayswrites . Not my longest but definately a longer amount of time. This was one of the covers and additional pages I made back in the middle of last year before I screen recorded and timed what I was making. Looking at canva version history (not reliable or great if bouncing about on the computer with the tab open) and knowing myself I would guesstimate at about 1 hour being spent on the covers and around 1 hour & half on the additional pages (probably more if I am being honest). The typeset for this was also quite a long and hot - heatwave :(. The typeset took me about 5 hours to complete. In total, all together the diigital side of this bind took me about 7 hours & 30 minutes to complete.
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Phantom/Red Hood (Danny/Jason), Cyan, “Love me, hate me, but you will never know me.”
I've always said I'd warn you if something doesn't have a happy ending so, uh, cw: major character death, blood
“Come on, stay with me!” Jason bites the order out and pressed down harder on the wound that’s oozing green. It’s not warm, not like blood, but Jason knows that’s what it is all the same. If you hold enough people as they die, know how what blood feels like, and Jason has held himself as he died.
The green stains Phantom’s teeth as he grins. He doesn’t cough, maybe just because there’s no lungs for the blood to seep into. Phantom has never seemed breathless before; not after a fight or a screaming match or when Jason has pressed Phantom against an alleyway wall and kissed him senseless. (Not when Jason took Phantom to a safehouse that he burned the next day and fucked Phantom senseless.)
But now after being hit with those things that weren’t guns from the people in hazmat and white suits Phantom feel breathless.
“I said stay with me!”
“Sorry,” Phantom whispers. “Had more than my time living. I always knew Mom would be the one who does it, gets the shots in, you know? Hella a shot…”
His mother? What did… the smaller figure in the hazmat was Phantom’s mother? Jason—he shouldn’t be allowed to be surprised. His own mother sold him to Joker. Watched him be beat to death. Jason tightens his grip on Phantom. Blood oozes through his fingers. Phantom’s form starts to break apart.
It’s not like it’s when Phantom goes intangible purposefully. It’s… he’s breaking apart.
“Stay with me,” Jason chokes out.
Stay with me.
Let me know you, learn you, love you.
“I hate you! You fucking bastard just—”
“Sorry.”
“Please.”
The blood is thick against Jason’s fingers even after Phantom is gone.
masterpost, I am... so migrained. pls no editing, I know there are issue
Danny is pacing like he’s a Speedster. Every so often his eyes dart to the tube that the other him is in. Bart winces even as he think of the person in the tank like that. It’s not fair, not to Danny or to this… this Phantom.
But Bart still keeps himself between Phantom and Danny.
That’s also not fair.
Bart just… Danny’s upset, and Bart hates that. He hates that Phantom makes Danny upset. He hates Phantom, even though he shouldn’t. Bart lets out a breath and tries to let go of his hate too. It will just make him feel bad if he keeps it all inside, like none of his insides can sit still even when he’s not moving. Bart wraps his arms around his stomach. .
Phantom tilts his head, his white hair floats with the motion. He’s watching Bart.
“Sorry, handsome, but this is too much science for me,” Constantine is saying to Bruce where they are looking over the consoles nearest the tank.
“Hn.” Bruce grunts back. “We’ll bring Robin in. He studied cloning after Superboy.”
“The Yeti’s,” Danny says. It’s the first thing it’s said since seeing Phantom. “Um, one of the yeti’s might be part of their science staff. Their leader was my doctor.”
Constantine smacks his palms against his thighs. “Well, I better go talk to them all then. Do you want to come with?” He asks, eying Danny.
Danny looks from Constantine to Phantom to Bart. “I…”
“I’ll come,” Bart promises, holding his hand out.
Danny takes it and doesn’t let go, not even as they enter underground parking garage. It’s dim down there. It feels dimmer still after the blinding white of the rest of the facility. Down there in the concrete things suddenly feel more grungy. More real.
The ghosts linger through the space. Some are up in the cross beams, tucked away into nothing but glowing eyes. Some drift, listlessly, through the space. Others group together down at the floor, seemingly alive but for their translucency. It’s these groups that react when Danny walks in.
‘Phantom’ the ghosts whisper, the word coming from everywhere and nowhere. One of the yeti rise. They seem smaller than most of the others, but hold themselves strongly. There’s only a faint tremor that gives away the strain of they have been through.
“Phantom,” they say with a slight tip of their head. “I am glad to see that you remain. There was a time when I thought that they had tested you too far.”
“That’s not… I’m not…” Danny takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m not who you’ve been feeling. They broke it. They broke it and they took it.” Danny’s voice hisses like the ghosts’.
Bart doesn’t let go of his hand.
The yeti reaches out, like they want to touch, but they don’t move closer. “Is it…?”
Danny shrugs even as he shakes his head. Bart swears he can feel Danny’s confusion and grief swirling in the air. Danny’s free hand clutches at his chest. “They—it’s—they healed… or filled in… There’s another Phantom. No. The core is Phantom. I don’t… I don’t know who I am.”
The yeti’s eyes flicks to Bart and Constantine before they step forward. Their large hand was careful as they tilt Danny’s chin up. “You are still our Phantom, even if there is a new neverborn.”
Danny’s eyes were wet with tears that he swallow back. “I’m not whole.”
“We will see you to Frostbite; you will heal,” the yeti says confidently.
“I’ll be different,” Danny says like that was a warning enough to take back the gentle offer.
They yeti just smiles. “You are a half. You are different every time that we meet, that is not new. We will see you to Frostbit. You will heal.”
The tears finally spill free. Danny struggles to hold back a sob as both him and Bart are pulled forward into the yeti’s arms. Bart is mostly through the yeti, but Danny is held tight like the ghost is a solid thing. Danny lets go and cries.
Okay okay. I think I finally have a proper draft of my letter of application written. (My first draft was absolutely a proposal for my dissertation, not a letter of interest.) I'm still waiting on my reference letters so maybe my mind can breathe now and let me write other stuff. Of course more weather rolling in May spite that.
Getting some words today. Slow words, but words. Have a tidbit:
‘Phantom’ the ghosts whisper, the word coming from everywhere and nowhere. One of the yeti rise. They seem smaller than most of the others, but hold themselves strongly. There’s only a faint tremor that gives away the strain of they have been through.
“Phantom,” they say with a slight tip of their head. “I am glad to see that you remain. There was a time when I thought that they had tested you too far.”
“That’s not… I’m not…” Danny takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m not who you’ve been feeling. They broke it. They broke it and they took it.” Danny’s voice hisses like the ghosts’.
Bart doesn’t let go of his hand.
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Okay okay. I think I finally have a proper draft of my letter of application written. (My first draft was absolutely a proposal for my dissertation, not a letter of interest.) I'm still waiting on my reference letters so maybe my mind can breathe now and let me write other stuff. Of course more weather rolling in May spite that.
