karanguni: (dick is HIGH)
I solemnly swear to write Batman fic.

I solemnly swear to write Bruce AU sort of fic in which he turns into a pauper or something.

I solemnly swear to make Terry suffer. Again. More. A lot.

I solemnly swear to write Tseng/Veld.

I solemnly, solemnly swear to write Tseng/random guy just mindlessly screwing each others' brains out for [livejournal.com profile] nasdack.

I solemnly swear to write Genesis and Veld fucking shit up. Over something.

I solemnly swear to write Rufus getting bitched out by Reeve and then re-bitching him back. If that's grammatically possible.

I solemnly swear to write a bizarre short AU piece in which everyone is an angel and Lucifer's really angry all the time, like that isn't already status quo.

I solemnly swear that I am solemnly apologising for solemnly and swearishly spamming your flists.

I solemnly swear to find ways to cook good food from ether while I do this tomorrow on my break, because on Friday oh god on Friday ahahah Friday.

I solemnly swear that what I need is a "SCREAMING WITH MY HEAD LOPPED OFF" icon.


SO, WHO'S GOING TO KICK MY ASS TO GET ME TO WRITE WHICH OF THOSE FIRST BEFORE I FREAK OUT AND LOSE MY MIND? *BEAMS*
karanguni: (DICK swings weird)
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to call this a "drabble" arc anymore...

And lead is light as a feather

Fandom: Batman/Batman Beyond
Rating: PG
Characters: Bruce, Dick, Terry
Warnings: Assumes RotJ has happened. Assumes comics!history. Bruce, because this man deserves a warning all on his own. Typical Batman Relationships (TM).
Summary: Following his 50 year displacement, Dick learns about all the things that have - and have not - changed in the era of Terry McGinnis.

Second in the Better Dead than Lead arc.

4746 words and I'm not even halfway through the list of tiny things I'm supposed to write and oh god, Bruce, why do you have mental sex with everyone?

It's automatic for Dick to say, 'It wasn't your fault.' )
karanguni: (DICK swings weird)
Writing up the next huge-ass chunk of the Better Dead than Lead arc, which is producing things like:

'Terry,' Bruce acknowledges. Terry holds out a hand to Dick. Dick looks at Bruce. The expression on Bruce's face probably, once translated, means play nice.


I am so going to hell. BUT MOSTLY I AM POSTING THIS TO TELL THE WORLD TO GO WORSHIP [livejournal.com profile] pere_chan. Oh my god, look what she drew for me! LOOK WHAT SHE DREW:



So this is me, dying, because that's Dick in the blue tie, and Terry in the red shirt, and ho'crap. GO. GO TELL HER HOW AWESOME SHE IS.

Meanwhile, you can pick up some more Batman icons from the graphics journal if you want. 8D

Preview:




Aaand I'll stop spamming your flists now.
karanguni: (terry MCGINNIS)
Written for Anonymous, who wanted some injured!Terry. \o\ Working on the others. You all can see what happens when I, uh, pledge "400 words".

Living Through The Living

Fandom: Batman Beyond
Characters: Bruce, Terry (gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Because Terry McGinnis is not immortal.

1454 words and a distinct lack of, um, witty summary comments.

He took it. He took it as far as he could take it, and then he took some more. )
karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
I just. Batman Beyond. Terry McGinnis. Old Bruce. Just. Oh my god. Gotham. And. Terry. And Bruce. And. *flabbergasted*

I.

I.

I need to go back to studying now. But oh my god. In heaven. With small little Batman Beyond jflasfjkl

WHERE IS THE FANDOM

WHERE ARE THE FANS

WHO IS BEHIND ME FOR TERRY/BRUCE. EVEN OLD BRUCE. OR TERRY/UNIVERSE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

NEED ICONS NOW.

AHAJFLSAJF OH MY GOD. BRUCE HEARS VOICES. THEY ARE NOT HIS. AFTER THE EP:

Terry: Tell me something. Why were you so sure those voices weren't coming from you?
Bruce: Well, first, I know I'm not psychotic.
Terry: I hope your other reasons are more convincing.
Bruce: And second, the voice kept calling me Bruce. In my mind, that's not what I call myself.
Terry: What do you call yourself?
Bruce: (turns back, pointedly)
Terry: Oh yeah. I suppose you would. (beat. leans in) But that's my name now.
Bruce: Hm. Tell that to my subconscious.



OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax