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shiny_glor_chan and phoenixofborg:
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
1. Cass/Jason, handcuffs... probably Heart!verse
Jason shook off the last clinging vestiges of sleep when he heard the *click*. He knew of too many things that were dangerous when they went "click". He tried to bring his arms down, to lift himself up on his elbows, only to feel cool metal dig into his wrists and restrain him. "What the fuck?" Jason growled.
"Good morning." The mattress shifted as Cass moved from her position kneeling beside his head. There was a faint *clack* as she set the key to the handcuffs down on the bedside table. She dropped a kiss on his arm and climbed back onto the bed. "I thought we could try something new."
****
2. Jason/Nessie, something based in the same 'verse as Pervy's "Kind of Majorly Kicked Ass
(This one kinda stalled and restarted. But I'm totally gonna work this in somehow, even if I have to rewrite it and just keep the basic idea.)
Vanessa's also got interesting scars, down along her throat and at the corners of her mouth, which he's noticed when he was kind of stalking her that first week. He knows what those are from -- her time as the Silver Swan -- but he doesn't quite want to admit just how interested he is in finding out what other scars she's got. By the end of her first month in Gotham, Jason has picked up on some of the invisible ones -- Vanessa isn't quiet exactly, but she rarely raises her voice and never, ever screams; she gets twitchy around birds, and avoids eating outside in a bid to escape their attention -- and filed them away in an ever-growing mental file labelled 'Vanessa Kapatelis'.
He's not into her or anything, understand? Sure, she can handle herself against a couple muggers, but muggers are strictly the bottom of the criminal food chain here in Gotham. Boston's a big city, yeah, but it ain't... dark, not the way that Gotham can be. He's gotta watch out for her, that's all.
****
3. Dick/Jason, 11_reasons prompt "Reversed Hermit"
(There's an awkward scene jump after the excerpt posted here. I don't much like it, but I'm a bit blocked on how to make the transition smoother. I probably need Jason to recap more of Countdown while drinking. Anyway, Dick has finally decided to collect on that beer Jason owes him. XD)
"I heard the bare-bones version from Donna," Dick glances around; this late at night, there aren't many other customers, but he speaks softer anyway, "-- that you and she and Kyle were working with one of the Monitors, trying to find Ray Palmer. Tell me more about what you said earlier... about the other world that's giving you nightmares."
"More nightmares," Jason corrects, then shakes his head as he laughs, "Boy, you get right to the point, doncha, Dick?"
Dick merely shrugs in response.
Jason is saved from having to answer right away when their server comes by with the beers. Jason holds up the menu on his side of the table, silently asking if Dick wants to order any food, and Dick shakes his head. Jason tosses the menus onto the server's tray and says, "Just keep 'em coming, man."
"Thanks," Dick says. Jason raises his glass momentarily in acknowledgment.
"All right, so... to start with, vampires are real. At least in that world they are. And we figured that out when Donna found that world's Barbara... dying. With a wooden stake in her heart." Jason pauses, stares at Dick with those hooded, hurting eyes again, and his voice -- which has been getting softer and softer -- drops a little lower. "And we found out... it was you that did it."
Dick blinks. Jason is watching him, waiting for a reaction, or maybe waiting for him to say something... anything. His gaze drops to the glass clutched in his hand, and he raises it to his lips, draining it quick. He grates out, "Go on..."
****
4. Dick/Jason, 11_reasons prompt "Hair"
"Nah..." Jason grins. "If I'm going for massive hair, I should go all the way and use your old Nightwing costume. Not the first one, because I wouldn't be caught dead in a disco collar, but maybe I could work with that yellow and black one, hideous as it is."
Dick scowls and stabs at his syrup-soaked pancakes. "Why does no one like the costumes I design?"
"Aww, poor Dickie." Jason munches on a strip of bacon, then smirks and suggests, "I can dress up in our Robin costume if you want."
Dick is silent for about twenty seconds, obviously thinking it over. Jason's smirk grows.
"The rational part of me is saying I shouldn't be so turned on by that."
"Pfft," Jason replies, "who needs rationality?"
****
5. Steph/Damian, future!fic
(This is the whole thing that I have written up so far; the text is from the Texts from Last Night site. I want so BADLY to finish this but every time I open the document my brain screeches to a halt.)
"Oh, dear god," were the first words out of Dick's mouth when he checked his cell phone, the morning after Damian's nineteenth birthday.
covered in glitter, my cheek hurts, and theres a handprint on my face. Would i do it again. Absolutly
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I've got more than this, but I'm keeping this shit reasonable. Let me know what intrigues you, okay?
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shiny_glor_chan and phoenixofborg: When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
1. Cass/Jason, handcuffs... probably Heart!verse
Jason shook off the last clinging vestiges of sleep when he heard the *click*. He knew of too many things that were dangerous when they went "click". He tried to bring his arms down, to lift himself up on his elbows, only to feel cool metal dig into his wrists and restrain him. "What the fuck?" Jason growled.
"Good morning." The mattress shifted as Cass moved from her position kneeling beside his head. There was a faint *clack* as she set the key to the handcuffs down on the bedside table. She dropped a kiss on his arm and climbed back onto the bed. "I thought we could try something new."
****
2. Jason/Nessie, something based in the same 'verse as Pervy's "Kind of Majorly Kicked Ass
(This one kinda stalled and restarted. But I'm totally gonna work this in somehow, even if I have to rewrite it and just keep the basic idea.)
Vanessa's also got interesting scars, down along her throat and at the corners of her mouth, which he's noticed when he was kind of stalking her that first week. He knows what those are from -- her time as the Silver Swan -- but he doesn't quite want to admit just how interested he is in finding out what other scars she's got. By the end of her first month in Gotham, Jason has picked up on some of the invisible ones -- Vanessa isn't quiet exactly, but she rarely raises her voice and never, ever screams; she gets twitchy around birds, and avoids eating outside in a bid to escape their attention -- and filed them away in an ever-growing mental file labelled 'Vanessa Kapatelis'.
He's not into her or anything, understand? Sure, she can handle herself against a couple muggers, but muggers are strictly the bottom of the criminal food chain here in Gotham. Boston's a big city, yeah, but it ain't... dark, not the way that Gotham can be. He's gotta watch out for her, that's all.
****
3. Dick/Jason, 11_reasons prompt "Reversed Hermit"
(There's an awkward scene jump after the excerpt posted here. I don't much like it, but I'm a bit blocked on how to make the transition smoother. I probably need Jason to recap more of Countdown while drinking. Anyway, Dick has finally decided to collect on that beer Jason owes him. XD)
"I heard the bare-bones version from Donna," Dick glances around; this late at night, there aren't many other customers, but he speaks softer anyway, "-- that you and she and Kyle were working with one of the Monitors, trying to find Ray Palmer. Tell me more about what you said earlier... about the other world that's giving you nightmares."
"More nightmares," Jason corrects, then shakes his head as he laughs, "Boy, you get right to the point, doncha, Dick?"
Dick merely shrugs in response.
Jason is saved from having to answer right away when their server comes by with the beers. Jason holds up the menu on his side of the table, silently asking if Dick wants to order any food, and Dick shakes his head. Jason tosses the menus onto the server's tray and says, "Just keep 'em coming, man."
"Thanks," Dick says. Jason raises his glass momentarily in acknowledgment.
"All right, so... to start with, vampires are real. At least in that world they are. And we figured that out when Donna found that world's Barbara... dying. With a wooden stake in her heart." Jason pauses, stares at Dick with those hooded, hurting eyes again, and his voice -- which has been getting softer and softer -- drops a little lower. "And we found out... it was you that did it."
Dick blinks. Jason is watching him, waiting for a reaction, or maybe waiting for him to say something... anything. His gaze drops to the glass clutched in his hand, and he raises it to his lips, draining it quick. He grates out, "Go on..."
****
4. Dick/Jason, 11_reasons prompt "Hair"
"Nah..." Jason grins. "If I'm going for massive hair, I should go all the way and use your old Nightwing costume. Not the first one, because I wouldn't be caught dead in a disco collar, but maybe I could work with that yellow and black one, hideous as it is."
Dick scowls and stabs at his syrup-soaked pancakes. "Why does no one like the costumes I design?"
"Aww, poor Dickie." Jason munches on a strip of bacon, then smirks and suggests, "I can dress up in our Robin costume if you want."
Dick is silent for about twenty seconds, obviously thinking it over. Jason's smirk grows.
"The rational part of me is saying I shouldn't be so turned on by that."
"Pfft," Jason replies, "who needs rationality?"
****
5. Steph/Damian, future!fic
(This is the whole thing that I have written up so far; the text is from the Texts from Last Night site. I want so BADLY to finish this but every time I open the document my brain screeches to a halt.)
"Oh, dear god," were the first words out of Dick's mouth when he checked his cell phone, the morning after Damian's nineteenth birthday.
covered in glitter, my cheek hurts, and theres a handprint on my face. Would i do it again. Absolutly
*-*-*-*
I've got more than this, but I'm keeping this shit reasonable. Let me know what intrigues you, okay?