Pale Ghosts (DCU, Barbara Gordon, PG-13, 1/1)
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Title: Pale Ghosts
Author: Malkavianlove/Insolentwitch
Fandom: DCU
Continuity: Pre-DCnU Comics
Characters: Barbara Gordon/Oracle, mention of other Batfamily
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of dead characters 
Genre: General
Spoilers: Nothing really, if you're familiar with Bat continuity up until 2006 you should be fine.
Word Count: 219 
Disclaimer: I do't own 'em but I love them like family.
Synopsis: She sees them
Prompts: DC Universe, Barbara Gordon, pale ghosts at midnight, from gehayi at fic_promptly
Challenges: For bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. Prompts include Ghosts, Gotham City, Oracle (Barbara), and Midnight (which I didn't see on the list, but should be on there ^-^). 
Author's Notes: This is the first thing I've written since the baby was born. (Actually the first thing I've written since I got pregnant.) It's just a little bitty thing to get my feet wet and see if I still have any talent for this sort of thing. Concrit/Comments are cherished, loved, even if it's just to let me know you read it. =)


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Bobby Gaylor's Suicide Song
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I first heard this when I was in my teens, and it made me laugh. More importantly, it made me think about everything I wanted to keep going for. I know that a lot of people got mad at it, thinking it advocated suicide but it ends far different from where it begins. I've had a rough week, so I looked this up. Here's the lyrics. 

 


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Quotes About Books
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This is pretty much just what the Subject says. I found a bunch of quotes about books today. I didn't think all of them would make good prompts, but I loved them so much that I wanted to share them. I made a few comments, but not many.


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The Illusion of Control (Supernatural, God, PG-13, Spoilers for Season 4)
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Title: The Illusion of Control
Author: Malkavianlove/Insolentwitch
Fandom: Supernatual
Spoilers: The end of Season 4
Characters: God
Warnings: Religious issues (it's written from God's perspective) because it's Supernatural, and that show is filled with those.
Genre: General
Word Count: 868
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do't own 'em but I love them like family.
Synopsis: God reflects on "The Plan".
Challenge Inspiration:  http://60-minute-fics.livejournal.com/ Wednesday's Open Prompt
Prompts: Prompt One: Quotes About Writing. I chose "Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it." David Sedaris, interview in Louisville Courier-Journal, June 5, 2005
Author's Notes: This hasn't been beta-ed so I'll probably be editting it a bit more in the future. Concrit/Comments are cherished

 

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Longing to Fly (DCU, Dick Grayson, PG-13)
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Title: Longing to Fly
Author: Malkavianlove/Insolentwitch
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Dick
Continuity:  DCU PreBoot
Genre: Romance or General
Word Count: 752
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do't own 'em but I love them like family.
Synopsis: Dick has some surprising secrets.
Challenge Inspiration:  bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU FIC/ART ANGELS CHALLENGE!!! and 2012 DCU FIC/ART DICK GRAYSON CHALLENGE!!!   
Prompts: willayork's prompt at Fic_Promptly (Batfam - any/any - unexpected virginity)
Author's Notes: This hasn't been beta-ed so I'll probably be editting it a bit more in the future. Concrit/Comments are cherished.

 

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When Canary's Don't Cry (DCU, Ollie/Dinah, PG-13)
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Title: When Canary's Don't Cry
Author: Malkavianlove/Insolentwitch
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Dinah/Ollie
Continuity:  DCU PreBoot
Genre: Romance and Drama
Word Count: 1047 (819 without lyrics)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do't own 'em but I love them like family. I didn't write "Rest Stop" but it's one of my favorite songs.
Synopsis: Dinah's used to Ollie doing things that make her cry.
Challenge Inspiration:  bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Valentine's Day Challenge  
Prompts: Black, Music ("Rest Stop" by Matchbox 20), Candles, Chocolate (covered strawberries), Rose petals
Author's Notes: This hasn't been beta-ed so I'll probably be editting it a bit more in the future. Concrit/Comments are cherished.



Just three miles from the rest stop
And she slams on the breaks
She said I tried to be but I'm not
And could you please collect your things

The sigh should have told Ollie everything, but he never listened to the signs. Dinah only sighed that way when she was particularly frustrated with him. He’d screwed up and he knew it. His hope was that tonight would make up for everything. Valentine’s Day was good for that. He’d made sure the room was perfect. Ollie put their favorite black silk sheets on the bed. They were smooth and luxurious and he knew Dinah would be wearing her red corset and white fishnets. He loved the way she looked when contrasted with those sheets. Big, fresh strawberries covered in chocolate were sitting on the bed next to a bowl of whipped cream. The final touches were a few red candles and sprinkled rose petals all over the silky bed. The bedroom looked like a scene from a movie, the lighting dim enough to be romantic while still bright enough that he’d be able to stare into her beautiful eyes. He pressed play on the play list, Matchbox 20 was one of her favorite bands and he hoped she’d like the music.

Dinah seemed pleased when she saw the room, a little quieter than normal, but when Ollie mentioned it she just sighed and said it was beautiful. They fooled around (it wasn’t making love, Dinah was too distant to call it that, but Ollie hadn’t noticed) and he fell asleep with his arm draped over her. He only woke up because she woke him by moving his arm. “You know that I love you, that I will always love you. No matter what happens, no matter what you do, I find myself in love with you every day. That’s why I’ve tried… I’ve tried so hard to make things work between us. But I can’t.”


I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna be cruel
But I gotta find more
Than what's happening with you
If you'd - open up the door
 

“I can’t want this relationship enough for the both of us. I can’t do it all on my own. You’re always pulling away when I get close. Every time things seem like they’re working you do something to sabotage yourself, to sabotage us.”


She said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
 

“It used to hurt. In fact, that’s what made me realize I can’t do this anymore. It used to hurt me deeply when you’d do something like this. But lying next to you, watching you sleep as I thought about what’d you done, I realized it didn’t hurt this time. I’m not feeling the pain that should be there, I’m not even angry. Once upon a time I’d have cried my eyes out and screamed myself hoarse, but this time I can’t even make myself care.”

So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten
 

“I figured that I had better end it now, because if I didn’t say something now I might never have the nerve.” Ollie got up and pulled on his clothes. He wanted to say something, anything, to make her change her mind. But the words wouldn’t come, he knew she was right and that knowledge made all of his words stick in his throat. Every excuse dried up and withered on his tongue until his mouth was drier than Death Valley in July. All he could do was stare at her. She was always beautiful, but in the low light of the remaining candles she was even more gorgeous than usual. At long last he found a few words, a few excuses, he knew they’d sound pathetic, that he’d used most of them before, but he couldn’t just say nothing. As he opened his mouth to speak she held up her hand.


Just three miles from the rest stop
And my mouth's too dry to rage
The light was shining from the radio
I could barely see her face
But she knew all the words that I never had said
She knew the crumpled-up promise of this
Broken down man - and as I opened up the door
 

“I’m too addicted to you; to your drama, to your love. Addicted to your cocky smile, arrogant swagger, and smartass quips. Your broad shoulders and strong arms that always make me feel like I’m safe- like I’m home. I’m hooked on your passion, the way you love with your entire being always knocks me off my feet. But I can’t handle the lying, the cheating, the short attention span that makes me wonder if I’m the only one that you‘re loving so passionately. I’m not going to put up with the raging temper that you can turn on me for no reason. I don’t like the way you’ll forget about or just neglect people who love you because your too caught up in your latest adventure. Because you’re busy doing whatever you want to do with no regard for who it hurts.”


She said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten

 

“I’m always going to love you, but I need more than this. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve screwed up, but it is the first time I haven’t cried. You’ve broken my heart so many times that I don’t have anything left in me to cry over you.” Ollie walked listlessly alongside Dinah as she led him to the door. “I’ve gotta say that it really was a beautiful Valentine’s Day.” As he walked out the door she leaned in and gave him a gentle, almost sad, kiss. Ollie looked in her eyes one last time but he couldn’t find any traces of tears. It was the only time he would have given anything to see his Canary cry.

WIP List, or: Stuff I Hope to Write in 2012
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First and foremost, I've got to get started on my novel... *sigh* I've got characters, but I'm still working on the plot. The start is easy, but "endings are hard" to quote Supernatural (which I've been obsessed with lately). I don't write as much in Winter, partly because I can't type as much in Winter. My arthritis kills my fingers and when it combines with the nerve damage I have, sometimes I can't make my fingers move the way they need to (sometimes I can barely move them at all) without a ton of pain. But I still really want to get more writing done. I've got to get Dragonspeak.

Keeper!verse: I have parts plotted out, but I hit a block with the next chapter. Plus, I just got sidelined with other stuff to write.

October and April: I want to write this songfic for avanalae  and the DCU Valentine's Day Challenge, but I'm getting three teeth pulled on Monday, which is delaying me a little bit. I should have it done in time.

New Year's Queen: I hadn't decided if this would be more than I One-Shot, but I'm thinking it really needs one more chapter to close things up and provide a Happy Ending.

F**ing Perfect: I'm working on the next chapter, but the boys are being stubborn. Tim's being more broken up than I expected... the angst ran away with me. I might have to recruit Steph or Dick to bring one of the boys out of their darkness and get things on track.

An Engagement Arrangement: I've got a bit of a plot sketched out. I always knew I wanted to write more of this, I just needed a goal for it or it was going to turn into some majorly plotless smut, which is fine, but not what I wanted for the story.

His Bulter:  I'm just trying to decide if I should write this as Young!Bruce, or skip ahead to more of a Year One!Bruce/Batman. I really like the idea of Alfred and Sebastian being the same person, so I'll probably end up coming back to this.

A whole bunch o' prompts:  I have a big list of prompts that I actually want to fill and just haven't gotten to yet and I know there are going to be many more. Plus, several songs that inspire me in major ways. I'm a sucker for songfic. And then there's the challenges that'll come up during the year. My list isn't nearly as long or epic as most people's, and I feel like I'm forgetting something, but this is the list as it stands.


Writer's Block: ONTD Games Giveaway
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Batman, hands down.

Happy Birthday Runespoor!
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Happy Birthday to Runespoor! May all your wishes come true and this coming year be even better than any that have come before. Thank you for all the wonderful fic you've written over the last year. And I'm sure I speak for all of your other fans when I say how much we're looking forward to reading what comes next.

F**ing Perfect (DCU, Jason/Tim, Rated R, 1/1)
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Title: F**ing Perfect (Chapter 1)
Fandom:DCU, Bat-Family Centered
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake 
Word Count: Around 1029 words (1111 with song)
Warnings: A bit of swearing. Slash. But mostly, Angst! 'Cause sometimes the muses make you do it.  
Rating: R, because I'm overly cautious.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, but would love to write them professionally. Just in case anybody at DC is lurking on the boards. I don't own Pink's music either, but wish I'd written most of her songs.
Synopsis: Tim revealed his feelings to Jason, but Jason didn't respond the way Tim had expected.   
Author's Notes: This is a song-fic for Pink's "F**ing Perfect". I centered the lyrics. This is kind of a follow up to Please Don't Leave Me. You don't have to have read that one for this one to make sense though.
Comments:  I love and cherish all comments and concrit. Fine, I'll admit it... one of the reasons I write is because I feed off the feedback, it's an addiction. But I'll always comment back.
 


Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
 

Confessing your feelings is never easy. Confessing your feelings when you’re a Bat, it’s like voluntarily undergoing a root-canal without anesthetic for fun. It’s even worse when the feelings are feelings of love and you’ve confessed them to a person who apparently has the emotional maturity of… of, Oliver Queen (he’s the most emotionally and relationship inept person that Tim can bring to mind). When Tim told Jason how he felt four days ago Jason didn’t say anything. He could easily have handled Jason not reciprocating the feelings, it was even what Tim had been expecting. He would have been fine if Jason made fun of him, hit him, laughed at him or cut him… but Jason’s actual response was far worse.

 

Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood
Miss "no way it's all good", It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Underestimated, Look, I'm still around…
 

 

“I think I dosed your pain meds too high. You’re tired, get some sleep,” was all that Jason had to say, and he said it without humor, without any emotion at all. Jason sounded like he was trying to convince an overly-tired little child that it really was bedtime. Tim never liked being treated as a child, even when he had been one (although, admittedly, Tim was never much of a child, even when he was a toddler). That was the part that had really irked him, but it wasn’t the part that hurt.

What hurt was the way Tim’s words had washed over Jason and it seemed he couldn’t care less about them either way. Tim could handle love or hate, but indifference was painful. He knew it shouldn’t be, Tim had long ago gotten used to the people that should love him feeling absolutely nothing towards him. His Mother trained him well on how to survive without anybody caring about you for reasons other than what they could get from you. Her icicle eyes and frozen demeanor mixed well with her clipped tone to ensure that Tim understood that their relationship would always be business; that he was a necessary evil to ensure the future of the Drake family name, and would be tolerated (no more, no less) as long as he did exactly what she wished. In spite of Janet, or perhaps because of her, this indifference hurt deeply. He would never have expected indifference from Jason, one of the most passionate people Tim had ever met. That was part of why Tim had fallen for him. His passion was sexy, almost enthralling and Tim found himself truly feeling things when he was around Jason. Jay's passion made everything in his world burn brighter, seem more real, more intense. It was almost overwhelming but Tim couldn't help wanting to get carried away by Jason, with Jason. The fact that Jay was so sexy definitetly added to the attraction. Tim was in love with those blue eyes that could only be described as blazing, that large well-muscled body (that he fantasized about being surrounded by, safe in Jay's arms) and that devious smirk. Jason was smart too, 10 times as smart as anybody gave him credit for being (and about 100 times smarter than he gave himself credit for being). He could do so much with the right person to encourage him, and for a few moments Tim really believed that he might be the one to do it...

At first Tim had just thought that Jason was processing, that in a night or two Jason would find him in an alley and blow-up, or (in a perfect world) kiss him. It hadn’t happened and by the third night of waiting Tim realized that it was never going to. Jason wasn’t in shock, he just truly didn’t care. Tim felt hurt, but he couldn’t feel surprised. The file in his mind labeled in big red letters “Do Not Open” had several pieces of evidence that all pointed to the conclusion that Tim wasn’t worthy of being loved, that he had no right to it. He shouldn’t even have tried to make himself feel better by telling Jason something that nobody would ever want to know. He shouldn’t have damaged a relationship that was already fragile just because he was lonely, desperate, and in love. Nobody would ever truly love him back, certainly not in the way that Tim loved Jason. Tim was so broken that it was morally wrong to ever try to make somebody love him like that. To tie them down to somebody who wasn’t even really a whole person any more. Somebody who, maybe, never was whole to begin with... Maybe that’s why his mother couldn’t love him, maybe Tim really didn’t deserve it. Deep down Tim knew that he was imperfect, and Jason deserved better.

 

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than f**kin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing, you're f**kin' perfect to me

 

Jason paced the floor in his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe that Tim wanted him… maybe the kid was more of a masochist than he realized. Jason was well aware of his shortcomings, his flaws, and the fact that he would never be a good influence on anybody. That was the reason why he couldn’t go for it with Tim. Jason wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he broke his Baby Bird’s heart.

When they pulled Jay out of that pit, they didn’t bring him up whole. Most of the time he felt like a chunk of his soul was missing. Lately the only time he didn’t feel that way was when he was around Tim. But it wasn’t fair to use Tim as a replacement for whatever parts of him death had stolen away. It wouldn’t be okay to cling to Tim like a life-preserver for his shattered soul because getting through the staggering loneliness night after night was starting to become impossible.

Jason was damaged. He constantly felt this darkness inside of him clawing to get out. He struggled with it, fought it, but still ending up doing things that he regretted, things that stained him ways that could never be washed away. But Tim, Tim was brilliant, smarter than the Bat ever could be. He was funny and damn sexy (and unlike Dick, seemed to have no idea about his own hotness). Tim was flat-out too good for Jay. Tim deserved somebody heroic, good, pure… somebody better. Tim deserved somebody perfect.


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