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"I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was the dream."
-Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation
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Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits
Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
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Me : crying and grieving
Also me when I see my fanfic get so many likes :
#jason peter todd#arkham knight jason todd#red hood#dark fanfiction#fanfic#the beginning is super dark but we will prevail#red hood x oc#writing fanfic#mentally ill#grief#ptsdlife#ptsdsurvivor#im cryin#look at the bright side#crying sucks#depression#depression sucks#you’re not alone
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It’s not letting me post the screenshot, but I got cat☺️
I think it fits, it says I’m introverted and shy, but once I open up to someone, I’m sweet and loving. Just like a cat, it says I’m clever and can think on my feet :)
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Jason: Realizing he should not have went after the joker alone
*cue dumb ways to die starts playing*
#fanfic memes#jason peter todd#dumb ways to die#red hood#Jason todd as Robin#arkham knight jason todd#Jason Todd memes
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14 from the song list :)
14, A song I’d make everyone listen to😎
Rules by Doja Cat :)
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Someone please ask me to write one😭😭
☆ Smut [-ing] Prompts ☆
[feel free to use & reblog]
- these prompts are 18+ and include sexual themes, please be warned
☆ { going } down on them in the backseat of a car
☆ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet
☆ { overstimulating } them til they’re begging
☆ { telling } them how good [or bad] they are
☆ { calling } them late at night to come over
☆ { licking } their neck to make them gasp
☆ { whispering } encouragement to them
☆ { crying } because of how good it feels
☆ { holding } their shoulders for stability
☆ { kissing } the marks you left on them
☆ { tying } them down as a punishment
☆ { interlacing } your fingers during it
☆ { trying } a new position with them
☆ { grinding } down against their lap
☆ { slapping } them on [insert place]
☆ { taking } care of them afterwards
☆ { laughing } mid way through
☆ { waking } them up with oral
☆ { pulling } their hair
☆ { riding } them
#prompt list#smut prompts#writing prompts#fic prompts#prompts#writing#writing prompt list#ask me#jason todd x reader#jason todd fanfiction#jason peter todd#arkham knight jason todd
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You, Me, and The Space In Between- Arkham! Verse Jason Todd x female reader?? Oc?? Self insert?? Idk
Authors note!! Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given me, I hope you guys like this ! let me know if I should make this into a series or not!! Also I’m writing the character as female bc I know how to write female characters more than males.
Let me know if you see any grammar or spelling errors!
As always, I don’t own any of the characters in dc!
Enjoy my loves!!
Warnings:
honestly almost cried writing this but it’s so cute!!
Tag list : @cherryinsalemverse @skypperlegacy @poisonblessedwithbeauty @thesandsofelsweyr
Let me know down below if I missed anyone or if you want to be tagged! ❤️
Jason stops, and drops to a crouch next to an all too familiar gargoyle. It’s cracked in places, old and new, and Jason sees how time has withered away at the statue.
Below him, the bustling city continues, blissfully unaware of the future in store. Above, GCPD blimps float out of reach.
It’s just like he remembers.
Goosebumps rise on his arm, feeling a familiar tickle appear. Jason hurries, flipping the armor plating backwards. To watch, as her elegant cursive manifests itself.
It’s a special feature to the Arkham Knight suit he added. An idea which became ingrained in his head so long ago.
Cold feather like strokes bring him back to reality.
Strawberries
Blackberries
Apples
Lemons
Words materialize across his skin. He makes out the first few words. Recognization flashes across his face.
She’s writing a grocery list.
A grin stretches across his face at the mundane task. Reading off the groceries, Jason unconsciously memorizes items which are heavily underlined.
A gloved thumb softly glides over her penmanship.
“Angel…” He whispers to himself, pursing his lips together,” Wait for me, just for a little bit longer.”
Numbers quickly appear soon after. Some are immediately crossed out, replaced by a bigger number. Eventually, when she’s done adding it all up, he leaves the panel as is.
He stares at his arm, incredulously.
For over a year, she wrote to him. Everyday, without fail. Of course, he couldn’t tell when she wrote him, whether it was morning, noon, or night. But, that didn’t matter to him. His days didn’t revolve around the sun or the sky anymore. His life began to revolve around her.
Or, what was left of it, anyway.
Jason’s eyebrows furrowed, and lines appeared on his forehead.
I wonder what she wrote… What she managed to sprawl across her arms, day after day…Was it the same thing everyday? Or something new? How did she not give up on me?
Not once, did Jason Todd ever write back. And, still, she writes to him. Refusing to give up on him when everyone else has.
Jason scoffs, thinking back to his miniscule tenure as a Robin. When random writing and doodles ran wildly among his forearm for him to see.
He ignored them.
He refused to write back.
Jason would wring that fuckers neck If he could.
The adoption had just went through. Training hardly begun when the writing first appeared. Needless to say, Jason kept it to himself. Who knew if Bruce would keep him on this path, if he learned he had a soulmate out there, somewhere, waiting for him.
Jason wasn’t willing to risk that.
Sure, it was extremely comforting to know he wasn’t destined to be alone. But, that wasn’t the universes choice to make. It was his, and his alone.
The universe thought otherwise.
In the beginning, her writing vexed him. The day her writing first showed, Jason was sitting in the Wayne manor kitchen, mid bowl of cereal.
Dropping his spoon, Jason nearly choked. Jason clutched at his forearm, feeling the cool sensation of cursive letters materialize on his skin.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there
-William S.
Jason quit squirming. His heart began to pound, and he squinted his eyes.
No way…Jason thought to himself. Is this…what I think it is? A… A soulmate writing? What does that even mean? Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great l-
“Master Todd!”
“ Sorry!” Jason yelped, clutching his arm close,” I uh… I just missed my mouth, i uh… I’ll pick it up.”
Giving Jason a curious glance, Alfred sighed before going back to his newspaper.
“See to it that you do, Master Todd.”
That night, Jason searched the manors library to find the source of the quote. Coincidentally, it’s also where he found his passion for Shakespeare, Austen, and many other famous authors.
Days and nights passed before he got used to the little writings which would appear. Even longer, to ignore the urge to squirm around at the ticklish sensation. Constantly, Jason would fumble during training, drop a book he was reading, or clutch his arm and squirm like he was about to piss his pants.
Jason’s pretty sure Alfred had an idea as to what was going on. If he did, though, he didn’t say a word about it to him. Life continued as normal.
Until it didn’t anymore.
After that fateful night, which sealed his fate for over a year, Jason didn’t have the luxury to read what she wrote. Her writing stayed, safe, and painfully unread, under the weakened armor of his Robin uniform.
Honestly, the more he thinks about it, it’s a god damn miracle the psychopathic clown never found out. If he had…She would have been beyond fucked. There wouldn’t even have been a damn thing he could have done about it.
Joker wouldn’t have had just a Robin in his clutch, but a little birdie’s soulmate as well.
The clown would have had a fucking field day.
Clutching the skin of his left forearm, he raises both arms to his chest. He attempts to swallow spit. Borderline hyperventilating, he curls in on himself at the thoughts, feelings, and memories of it all.
He could only close his swollen eyes, to revel in the cold, almost ticklish feeling of her handwriting ghost across his skin. Inside, his heart warmed at her devotion.
The only times he would ever smile throughout his hell in Arkham.
A sigh of relief escapes his pale, chapped lips. In his his bloody, sleep deprived state, he could cry.
The only working bright fluorescent light in the room would cast an almost angelic glow around her. Light hovered atop her wavy brown hair, forming an almost halo.
He could never make out her face, always just a blur to him. That didn’t matter, though. Deep in his bones, Jason just knew it was her.
“You’re here…” Jason whispered, swallowing painfully.
“ I’m always with you, silly.”
The gentle teasing couldn’t help but escape her voice. Jason let out a faint smile at her words
“ I know, I know…” Jason agrees weakly.
“That looks like it hurts. It wasn’t there last time I was here…” She says to him.
His angel reaches her hand to his cheek, and Jason accepts, collapsing in her hand. His cheek, covered in blood, and an all too recent brand mark. The smell of burnt skin clouds the room, and flies are buzzing all around him. The brand, already turned black, with bits of damaged nerves dangling from his cheek. Yellow pus slowly oozes it’s way out.
Jason surrenders himself to her.
“Why don’t you ever write me?” She questions him softly, as butterfly kisses continue down his forearm.
He feels the familiar tingle, resisting the urge to twitch. Faintly, he smiles at her.
“You know I would if I could, Angel.” He barely says to her at last.
“ I don’t,” she starts, a teasing tone taking over her voice,” You never wrote me before…” She trails off, pouting.
“ I know, Angel,” He shudders out, writhing around pathetically in his wheelchair,” Why don’t you tell me what you’re writing?” He begs her.
She giggles at him, kneeling before him. Her wavy hair spills across his thighs and trail down the sides of his wheelchair. Gentle fingers trail up his thigh closest to her, carefully avoiding any bloody barbed wire.
“Now why would I do that?” She answers coyly.
“Because,” Jason starts, sucking in a breath,” Because I should have wrote to you before. And now…Now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”
“I wonder,” She starts, tilting her head to the side,” If one soul mate dies, and the other remains, will writing still show on the dead soul mate?”
Jason doesn’t respond, retreating to the murky depths of his mind.
His Angel lets out a small sigh.
“I’m sorry, that was really depressing to think about.”
The fluttering on his forearm stops, then starts again on his other one.
“ What do you want me to write?” She finally questions him, leaning her cheek against his thighs.
Jason lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Anything,” He whines to her, closing his eyes,“Everything.”
Jason keeps his eyes shut, waiting for a response.
“Angel?” He pleads desperately.
Only when the warm, fluttering sensation leaves his forearm do they fly open. He looks to his arm, begging for the ghostly touch of her.
“Angel?” Jason questions, jerking his head in all directions he can,” Where’d you go?”
Silence is his only response.
“Don’t do this to me, too!”He bites his lip, resisting the urge to cry.
“Angel? Please! Please don’t leave me in here alone!”Jason weakly cries out, attempting to raise his hoarse voice.
“Angel?” He quietly begs.
The fluorescent light above him flickers, and cockroaches scatter across the floor beneath him as his only response.
Authors note!
The quote used in the fic was by William Shakespeare, but I don’t remember which work of his.
It turned out shorter than I wanted but oh well. I really liked the idea of him hallucinating about her
Thanks for reading!❤️❤️
#jason peter todd#arkham knight jason todd#red hood#dark fanfiction#fanfic#red hood x oc#red hood x reader#jason todd x oc#Jason Todd x reader#Arkham Knight x reader#i tried#writing fanfic is hard#jason todd fanfiction
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What I’m currently listening to while writing my fics :
#writing is hard#writing is supposed to be fun#writing is pain#fanfic author memes#fanfic authors#fanfic memes#haha i’m in danger
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So I’ve decided to write the Arkham verse! Jason Todd soulmate au, and I have chapter 1 outlined!
I’ve determined the title will be… You, Me, and The Space In Between
It will be an x reader, I have never wrote one so we’ll be figuring this out together :)
To those who ask and commented under the original post, I’ll try to remember and tag you guys in You, Me, and The Space In Between !
Also, concerning chapter 3 of Haunted love, I have it written, just needs to be typed, edited, and published!
Thank you guys for being patient with me, it should be up in the next three days or possibly earlier!
Anyways, I just wanted to give you guys an update :) I’ll go back to writing now >:)
@poisonblessedwithbeauty @skypperlegacy @cherryinsalemverse
Thanks to everyone who has given me the courage to start writing it! It means everything ❤️
#jason peter todd#arkham knight jason todd#red hood#dark fanfiction#fanfic#writing fanfic#Jason Todd x reader#red hood x reader#Arkham Knight x reader#soulmate aus are so adorable omg#fanfic update
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24 for the songs thing, please?
Ahhh!! I love this one!
What song would I want to be my theme song?
Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones :)
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9. is from an artist i just found
Cherry Wine- Grentperez
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15, from the music asks list?
Omg I Could cry!! Thank you so much for asking!!
For number fifteen, a song I relate to, I’d go with Love Me Like You Used to - Lord Huron
Speaking of that song, the more I think about the lyrics it describes Jason and Bruce’s estranged father son relationship😭
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send me a number and i’ll give you a song that :
makes me happy
makes me sad
made me cry
is from an underrated artist
is from a popular artist
makes me feel like i could kill god
i’ll never get tired of listening to
is from an artist i’ve listened to for a while
is from an artist i just found
i just found and that i love
is from my favorite playlist
is in a movie
should be in a movie
i’d make everyone listen to
i relate to
makes me nostalgic
makes me want to fall in love
makes me want to burn the world down
is from my favorite genre
i’ve recommended to someone
someone recommended to me
reminds me of a character
has interesting sounds that tickle my brain right
i want to be my theme song
i want to hear in a grocery store
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Omg wanting to write an Arkham verse Jason Todd soulmate au fanfic where whatever you write on your wrist or forearm goes to your soulmate
While in the abandoned wing of Arkham, occasionally he’ll feel the soft tickles on his forearms underneath the Robin armor and that’s his only solace during the torture Joker put him through even though he can’t see it😭
Since most of the time he’s tied up or tied in a wheel chair he can’t read it or respond, so the reader just thinks he doesn’t care to respond and cue the angst 😭😭 eventual happy ending tho obv🥰
Edit! Omg to add further angst he used to think of the feeling of the writing showing on his skin as annoying but since being captured he’s like done a COMPLETE 180
Also if anyone writes something like this tag me!!😭 wanna read so bad
EDIT! This prompt has been posted!! Let me know if you liked it and want me to continue it❤️
#fanfic ideas#wip stuff#jason peter todd#arkham knight jason todd#red hood#dark fanfiction#fanfic#red hood x reader#Jason Todd x reader#soulmate au#soulmate aus are so adorable omg
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!
Actually writing your fanfic?? Nah
Creating Pinterest boards for said fanfic??
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