runespoor: steph as robin, somersaulting joyfully, while cass uses a grapplehook to try and catch up (batgirl&robin | flying)
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Stolen verbatim from [personal profile] petra and coddled over for months. (original entry here)

If you would like to play, comment with something you have never written or drawn, and skim through the other suggestions. If someone else has proposed something you have written or drawn, write a snippet -- anywhere from ten words to a novel -- proving that you have done so. If you're an artist, feel free to scribble something and post it.

If you catch someone claiming not to have written or drawn something that you can prove they've done, you can request a snippet from them.

ETA: In an actual game, the point is to get drunk, but we're getting drunk on words, here.

For every three snippets you write, you may make another "Never have I ever" declaration. Make sure you won't get caught!

Date: 2012-01-20 05:11 pm (UTC)
gehayi: (donna looking up (knifecontrol))
From: [personal profile] gehayi
I'm...not sure how this works. I mean, generally if I haven't written something, that means I don't want to. There's a plethora of things I haven't written, but if I don't want to write them, I generally don't want to read them, either. Often because I find them squicky.

So is this supposed to be confined to things that you haven't written but would LIKE to write and/or read?

Date: 2012-01-20 06:02 pm (UTC)
silveronthetree: Stephanie Brown as Batgirl (dc:batgirl rising)
From: [personal profile] silveronthetree
Never have I ever written Steph/Tim.

Date: 2012-01-20 08:08 pm (UTC)
glymr: (dotdotdot)
From: [personal profile] glymr
(Oooh, definitely written this one.)


Steph shoved her leg harder between his, grinning at the sound Red Robin made. "Can you even hear me under that thing?" she whispered in his ear, and his shiver answered her. She licked along the edge of his cowl, knowing that his eyes were wide behind it.

"Steph," he whispered, "Why?"

She shrugged, not pulling away. "Why not?"

Date: 2012-01-20 10:47 pm (UTC)
silveronthetree: Stephanie Brown as Batgirl (dc:batgirl rising)
From: [personal profile] silveronthetree
Aww. Poor Tim doesn't know what to make of it.

Re: All the Steph/Tim all the time.

Date: 2012-01-20 11:54 pm (UTC)
silveronthetree: R2D2 (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveronthetree
Yes! Steph needs to be in the reboot. She's so good at unsettling Tim and I love the idea that she's Damian's babysitter. He won't know what hit him and nor will Tim.

Date: 2012-01-20 06:03 pm (UTC)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (comics → priceless)
From: [personal profile] moetushie
Never have I ever written Bruce/Jason, hooker!fic.

Though not for lack of trying. I just really hate Matches Malone, and I think Jason would call Bruce out if he tried to use that persona to get close to him.

Date: 2012-01-20 08:32 pm (UTC)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)
From: [personal profile] moetushie
... Undercover shenanigans!

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Date: 2012-01-20 06:04 pm (UTC)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (comics → priceless)
From: [personal profile] moetushie
Never have I ever written Dick/Jason.

Kisses Like Kicks (One sided Jason/Dick)

Date: 2012-01-21 01:30 am (UTC)
silveronthetree: R2D2 (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveronthetree
This is the only pairing I've written more than once!

It's Jason's first visit to Titan's Tower and when Dick wakes him on Saturday morning and offers to give him some tips on his gymnastics, of course Jason's going to agree. Sure the set up in the Batcave is pretty sweet but the Titan's gym is attached to a pool, plus there's the prospect of hot girls. It sucks when he discovers that Dick's woken him so early that no one else is around.

He doesn't bitch too much because he's having a good time. Dick's helping him with the new flips Jason's been having trouble with and Jason's sure he's getting better at them. He managed to land less awkwardly than usual, which is a start. He'll never be anything like Dick, though but it's fun to flip and fly through the air.

The best bit is watching Dick demonstrate moves on the trapeze. Jason's lying in the safety net, still catching his breath after a missed catch as he watches Dick spin on the bar above him. He feels something clench inside. He could watch all day.

The spell is broken as Dick drops into the other side of the net with a laugh. He rolls neatly off the side and gives Jason a hand to help him down.

Jason collapses in a wide sprawl on the maps. He's used a few muscles that he didn't know he had and that's saying something after Batman's training. "That was so cool!" he says, smiling up at Dick.

"Tired, Little Wing?" Dick asks him and Jason sits up immediately.

"Nope." Jason grins. "I'm ready for more."

"Hmm." Dick eyes him closely. "Feel like a bit of sparring?"

"Oh, man." This was going to be fun. He knows that Dick will hold back but if he can just get a few hits in, today would be perfect.

* * *

After a few rounds, Jason really is getting tired and it's a shock when Dick flips him onto his back and pins him to the floor with one easy move. He struggles and struggles but he can't get out. Ugh.

"I don't think you know how to get out of this one yet." Dick beams at him, which adds insult to injury. Jason's been training with Batman; he knows lots of things. "Give me your best shot at getting out. Try anything."

Anything? Jason's frustrated by the close contact and remembers something from an early lesson; sometimes the completely unexpected is the only way to go.

Jason kisses Dick.

It's an awkward kiss. He isn't trying very hard. As Dick really isn't expecting it, his mouth is open and there's a jolt as Jason's teeth hit Dick's. After the brief shock of that has faded, Jason instinctively tries to deepen the kiss.

Dick jerks back a fraction of a second later than he should. And that gives Jason the perfect opportunity to get free. He takes it, giving Dick a shove that leaves him sprawling on the mats with uncharacteristic lack of grace.

"What the hell, kid?" Dick is scrubbing his mouth with his hand and he's gone kind of red. Jason would be mad about the scrubbing; he's not that bad a prospect. However Dick's got that amazing girlfriend and it isn't as if Jason'd planned to do it.

"It worked didn't it," he says with a touch of defiance.

Dick's glare fades at that. "It sure did. And you certainly took me at my word. But I wouldn't try that on the villains in Gotham. You don't know how they'd react."

"I'd spit in their face - not try to swap spit with them," Jason says. That's a crazy thing to ask. He pauses. "Unless it was Catwoman. She uses that technique on Batman all the time."

Dick gets a really odd look on his face. "You haven't done that to Bruce, right?"

Jason blinks. It honestly never occurred to him. "It'd never work," he says. "I'd never surprise him."

Dick laughs. "Yeah, point." He reaches over and ruffles Jason's hair and chalk dust flies in all directions. "Come on kid. Let's go see the others."

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From: [personal profile] salinea
Never have I written a High school A/U fic

Date: 2012-01-20 06:50 pm (UTC)
salinea: Gil, Alice and Oz lying on the grass together (ot3)
From: [personal profile] salinea
Never have I written a threesome.

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Date: 2012-01-21 02:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] q99
A Little Confusion: DC: Cass/Steph/M'gann. Deception

"Oh Cass, YES!"


Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain cried out near simultaneously. Both gasping for air, Stephanie more so, they laid on the bed deep in Cass's batgirlcave, limbs intertwined.

Cass turned her head towards Stephanie and cuddled, nuzzling Spoiler's much more ample bosom, which she was now somewhat jealous of, having experienced them in action, "How'd did you... know?" she asked.

"Know what?" Steph asked, lazily.

"Know I was interested."

"Cass, you started this. I didn't 'know' anything until you kissed me when I walked in the bedroom. I just came to hang out." Stephie asked, slightly confused.

"But earlier..." Cass look confused, a look that was more than matched by Steph by this point.

"Hey Cassandra! I was wonder if you had thought about what I asked before?" A figure that looked just like Spoiler, hood down, Steph's face clearly visible and her hair bobbing with the bounce in her step, entered the room, Cass and the real Steph looking on from the bed.

"I... I.... oops." 'Oops' failed to properly convey M'gann M'orzz's emotions as she shifted back to her Miss Martian form before their eyes, mortified at having been caught, and having tried the deception in the first place.

"I.. I'm sorry! I was just interested in learning about how humans handle sex, and Batgirl seemed like she'd be good at it with her abilities, and you were just the natural choice Steph, so I..." her red-on-green blush finished the though for her.

"I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have taken your form without permission, I shouldn't have tried to trick you," she addressed Stephanie and Cassandra in succession. "If you don't want to speak to me again, I'll understand," M'gann said.

Cassandra and Stephanie looked at each other, and without a word, they spoke, and agreed.

"You really... aren't good at reading minds," Cass said to M'gann with a lopsided smirk.

"What? OOh!" M'gann tried to hide her new blush as Cass and Stephanie both reached forward to pull her onto the bed, and shortly a red and blue costume joined an eggplant and a shadow colored outfit on the floor.

Date: 2012-01-21 02:14 am (UTC)
q99: (Default)
From: [personal profile] q99
(Should've posting this here instead of the lj side to begin with, in case anyone else has one...)

Never Have I ever written genderswap fanfic.

a great leap in the dark

Date: 2012-01-21 03:52 am (UTC)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)
From: [personal profile] moetushie
Beatrice Wayne doesn't need to work hard to get people to underestimate her.

After all, she's just another socialite, burning through her inheritance like it's funny money. Never mind that Waynetech's stock has doubled in worth since Beatrice took over. Forget about how the company is landing government contracts right and left.

The credit surely belongs to someone else.

Anyone else.

Beatrice Wayne belongs on the covers of Gotham's tabloids (though sometimes she's carried in the nationals too), dyed blond hair in disarray and arm in arm with a pouting array of arm candy, her red-tipped lips pulled up into a predator's grin. She knows how to live, that one.

She disappears from Gotham (and from the face of the planet) during her early twenties, purportedly to find herself.

But she's not without troubles, of course. Living in Gotham won't allow for that. Even the untouchable can be brought down, in Gotham. And this poor little rich girl's got a sad story, all right. Her parents, pillors of the community kind of folks, were gunned down in front of young Beatrice. She was only eight years old, found almost catatonic in the pool of her parents' blood.

(Beatrice Wayne never wears pearls. Not even on the rare days she deigns to wear a cardigan, to the shame of her WASPy for-bearers.)

In any case, the Waynes' death marks a turning point in Gotham's history. Things darken. Things shift. Things change.

And twenty years to the day, something moves in.

Criminals are running scared. There's something in the dark, something inhumane. Something unforgiving. Something that won't let you do wrong in this town.

(It doesn't kill. No. But it doesn't have to.)

It has a name, carried from mouth to mouth, in hurried whispers.

The Bat.

And when the police -- that is to say, Commissioner Gordon, sets up what everyone jokingly refers to as the bat-signal -- and well. It's a symbol, all right. A challenge, one meant to shake Gotham out of its deadly indifference.

It's too bad then, that it also encourages the crazies.

And Gotham's got a lot a crazies.


When the intrepid reporter and Ms. Wayne's sometimes paramour, Vic Vale asks Beatrice Wayne what she thinks about Gotham's new masked vigilante, she shrugs, eyes hidden by a gigantic pair of sunglasses.

But Vic is nothing if not sharp. "Is that shiner, you got there, B?"

Beatrice shifts in her seat. Then she leans in, movement deliberate and studied.

In a stage-whisper, she says, "That's right, Vic. Off the record and all? I am the Bat."

Vic laughs long and hard at that. He doesn't even notice when Beatrice doesn't laugh along.

Instead, she smiles thinly and rings for Alice to come and show Mr. Vale the door.

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silveronthetree: Nightwing mask (dc:nightwing)
From: [personal profile] silveronthetree
"I can't do it. I'm not him." Dixie says. She is pacing in front of the case holding one of the older versions of Batman's armour and Barbara can see her clearly through one of the cave's cameras. Dixie stops moving and stares at the empty shell of a suit. Barbara angles the camera so that she can see precisely what Dixie is looking at. Dixie's positioned herself so that the reflection of her face appears to be surrounded by his cowl. "I'll never convince anyone I'm Batman."

Dixie releases the catch of the case and removes the cape to drape it around her shoulders. She's tall for a woman but it dwarfs her slim, muscular frame; the hem pooling around her ankles in a sea of black.

"It can always be altered," Barbara says. But she doesn't like the idea any more than Dixie. Dixie had tried once before and it had all been wrong. But -- "Someone has to -- Jason…" Barbara trails off.

Dixie nods and starts pacing again, still wearing the cape. It trails along the ground behind her, slowing her down. "Ugh. It's like a Kevlar version of my wedding dress! I can barely move, let alone fight."

Barbara doesn't want to remember Dixie and Kor's failed wedding. That puffball monstrosity haunted her dreams, mixed up in so many horrible memories. "You must, Dixie. Tim's too young," she snaps in response.

Dixie recoils at that, but she turns towards Barbara's image on the screen. "Gotham needs a Batman." She runs her hands through her hair in frustration. "I just -- I can't be Batwoman either. There's already a Batwoman. I don't really know who she is but that would be confusing and I don't think it would help."

"You don't have to be Batwoman just because you're a woman," Barbara points out. That first glimpse of Helena wearing the Bat symbol still hurts but she has to mention it. Even after all these years, and after everything Cass had done in the uniform to paint over it. "As much as I hated it at the time, Helena had the right idea. When Batman was needed she became the Bat. Woman didn't come into it."

"But that's not me. I can't just damp down who I am. I am a woman. Hiding, night after night, it would kill me, Barbara."

It's true. Dixie lives and breathes her femininity. A dangerous, powerful femininity, but femininity none the less. Nightwing's body may be covered in Kevlar from head to toe, but the skin-tight costume, the flirting, the acrobatics, and her astonishing grace, shout out woman. It’s impossible to forget.

Alfred, who's been so quiet that Barbara had almost forgotten that he was in the cave, walks over and puts his hand on Dixie's shoulder. "Dixie, my dear, it isn't all lost. You can be Batman, or The Bat." He acknowledges Barbara with a nod and she smiles faintly in return. "If that is what you choose and you will do it well. You come from a performing background, so play to your strengths. Make it a performance. Hide yourself in the shadows, swoop down like dark vengeance, be the darkness in the night and show Gotham that the Bat is still there to protect her."

Even under the cape, Barbara can see that some of the tension has left Dixie's shoulders. How does Alfred always know the right thing to say? "You're right," Dixie says to Alfred. She lifts the cape from her shoulders and holding it high, she twirls around, letting its bulk fan out around her. "I'll give them the best show in the world."

Date: 2012-01-22 11:24 pm (UTC)
q99: (Default)
From: [personal profile] q99
Hm, must remember to write a sex pollen fic at some point...



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