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"It's snowing on the rooftop where they find eachother. Compact chunks of ice crunch under his boots, white covering the black grime leftovers of Gotham's pollution. From up here, the twilight can reach them, and it falls with the snow on the Red Hood in sick red hues."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57542074/chapters/146407723
"Oh, this is so bad."
"And things are just getting more complicated really fast. You focus on what I just sent you, I'll take the other party. I don't know what game he thinks he's playing, but he's not gonna win this one."
"I'll get right there. Are you okay, what's happening?"
"A little rat has just shown himself in Gotham."
-the protector chapter 7 snippet
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57542074/chapters/146407723
Going from detailed outline to full text when you're writing a fic is so funny because the story I've alread written keeps fucking happening to me
Like what do you mean it has a point? When the fuck did that story about misunderstandings and trauma and making fun of the batfam for making assumptions while also feeling sorry for them turn into asking uncomfortable questions about my career choices ? Where did that Diana/Cass parallel come from? Why is my therapist highjacking my story???!!
""You cannot win", her voice echoes through the wuthering hail, soaked in incense and gold and myrrh. "Abandon these futile attempts that will only harm you further."
What can a human do to a power like this, the Lord of Everything and Arbitre of unfairness, his deadliest warrior by his side with her gleaming lasso like a flaming sword? How is he meant to stand up tall, on these legs uneven?"
The Protector chapter 8: The Way The World Ends
Illustration for chapter 10 of The Protector inspired by that Fallen Angel painting
(please ignore how Jason's design keeps changing I'm trying to figure it out)
Shoutout to the complete rando who commented "are you writing a fanfic or a sleeping cure either way it's curing my insomnia" on chapter 8 of The Protector because it might have been rude but it's so funny in the way it raises so many questions. Like. How did you make it through eight chapters of the fic if it's so boring it makes you sleep. Do you fall asleep on a chapter every night and it lulls you gently into sweet dreams about child murder and psychological torture ? Is it you little nighttime ritual, tuck yourself in your little bed with your little blanket, grab your little phone, read your little fic? Do you sometimes damage your phone falling asleep on it? Do you listen to it in audio form, is this a "mommy reading you to sleep situation?" Either way, you're a real champ for soldiering through eight chapters of a fic you fight so insipid it literally lulls you to sleep.
In all seriousness, what baffles me about the hate comments I've gotten so far on ao3 isn't even the disrespect for people putting out work over here for free that you could just choose not to read. It's the fact that they read the whole thing, the utter silliness of reading around 80 pages of something you don't enjoy, then dutifully informing me that you did not enjoy it.
"but glitter, how will they know that the story is bad if they don't read it whole?" Well, I knew Houellebecq's books were not for me at all after three chapters, but I admire the commitment. Except there's a difference between a story not being for you and a story being bad. I like the stories I write. Other people like the stories I write. Not everyone has to, art is subjective, etc. That should be obvious. If my writing is so consistently boring to you, you should have noticed after the first chapter and, as you are neither my beta nor my editor, you didn't need to push yourself to continue reading something you will find boring just to give me your review. You don't need to, as in a memorable occasion, carry through five out of five chapters of fanon characterization after the first chapter very clearly tells you"i wanted to play with these classic fanon tropes for a bit" and then explain to me in detail how it sucked because it was so ooc. Who is holding you at gunpoint to read fanfics you don't enjoy? That seems like a cruel and concerning thing to do.
This is too silly, I can't even get mad about such unserious behaviour. Like, what are you doing. Literally why.
"Her face crumples without a warning and Spoiler only has a second to bring a paper basket at her feet before she retches violently. The truth sinks in to the sound of those violent heaves and for a moment, nobody says anything anymore. Even just to hear, without even speaking the words- because hell if that's the thing about taboos, they make it unreal to make it bearable- it's a terrible thing to have to listen to. Dick Grayson, the unshakeable Nightwing, grabs onto Robin's shoulder to keep himself steady. All of them look like they're holding something terrible in their mouth.
Something to be said about swallowing the rot."
The Protector chapter 9 "Morning on an open grave"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57542074/chapters/149997673
"Welcome back to the land of the living, B."
It's a blessing. It's a deep breath for the first time, after so long in the water, half-drowned and landing on the shore. But-
But...
"Where's Stephanie?"
Tim smiles, softness in his dark-rimmed eyes.
"She's right there. Dinah's talking with her right now, but I’m sure you’ll see her soon. She’s alive, Bruce. It wasn’t a dream.”
Alive. A sterile, windowless room in the Watchtower. The emptiness of space- sitting in the kitchen in that patch where the afternoon sun bathes the air in molten gold.
“Where’s Jason?”
-The Protector chapter 10: "The Hero"
Can't decide which hits better so I'm putting my fanfic writing up to popular vote.
(for chapter 11/12 of The Protector, end of a scene between Jason and Talia after he comes out of the pit)
"He looks like if someone very angry tried to draw a boy in charcoal, abandoned halfway through, and then an untalented painter tried to fill-in the blanks in washed-up watercolours."
-Snippet from chapter 12/12 of The Protector: Miracle in Reverse
"She is a lot like him, Talia: she hates those people like nothing else, though he doesn’t (cannot) ask, just as she doesn’t ask. But she’s also very loving, in an intense, all-encompassing way beneath the controlled elegance of her traits; like him, she latches onto love with all her heart, no matter how it bleeds and she bleeds like scalding tea, red hot flooding through the cracks, like lava under rocks."
(From Chapter 11 of The Protector: The Victim)
WIP Game!
Rules: you will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.
My word: CAKE
Tagged by @ghoulysaphomet , thanks! Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a k sentence lol. All quotes from chapter 12 of The Protector!
Can’t even walk to the bookshop in broad daylight without someone trying to rob you.
And you are not the deadliest assassin in the world, up until the day you change your mind and decide killing is worth it, after all.
Knows that if his therapist knew what he was doing, she’d do that disapproving eyebrow thing she’s not aware she does when he says something she dislikes.
Even now, it hurts to look at him.
Tagging: @malfiora @bestangelofall @dramaturgydrakes
These are just the people who I know write fic, but anyone feel free to do it! Your word is TAIL
"Duke squints suspiciously at the clementine.
The issue is not the clementine itself; it’s fine, a bright orange that doesn’t look poisoned, probably. He doesn’t know how one would even go about poisoning a clementine. Besides, according to what little he’s managed to figure out about Jason, the older boy is more likely to have drugged it than poisoned it, if he’s done anything to it; still, Duke would like to avoid getting drugged, but Jason can hardly bare to be alone long enough for it to matter. So, the clementine is probably neither poisoned, nor drugged, and the most he risks by eating it would be a healthy dose of vitamin C.
Still remains the question of what the fuck is going on with the clementine."
-The Protector, Chapter 12: Miracle in Reverse
diaryofadissembler:
165: They are out to get us.