#she was like an oracle and was the one telling me what the people planned to do to me. which. wasn't good things but idk what it was

[eu-nicola]

Beyond Friendship - Percy Jackson x Reader

summary: In a journey of years, you and Percy discover that your connection goes beyond friendship.

warnings: without ( maybe clarify that I don't like what I wrote )

thanks to @lady-ashfade for the amazing divider

You and Percy were in front of the mysterious Oracle of Delphi. With determination in their eyes, they decided to accept this journey so that no one else would have to go through any danger. You didn't imagine that such a mission would ever be given to you, but you were still willing to do your best to emerge victorious.

Not even a week had passed that you and Percy had already set out on the path for this task, you certainly still had a long way to go but with Percy by your side things became easier for you.

“Do you think we're ready for this?” Percy asked you.

“Yes, I believe it, we are children of our Gods and that makes us stronger and more intelligent, that's what my mother always tells me.” You answered him while you settled on a couch in a hotel that your mother had arranged for you to get to.

“Have you always been close to your mother?”

“As far back as I can remember, she claims me from the first minute i arrived at the camp. I felt honored to be her daughter.”

“I'm glad that at least one is close to a God.” While Percy was saying all this you could tell how he really wanted to be close to his father.

“The gods act in strange ways, don't worry, I'm sure your father wants the same thing, it's just difficult.”

"I guess so".

"Percy, you know we should start planning what we're going to do." You asked him.

“Yes, well, I haven't thought about it much. Do you have any idea?".

“Maybe we should go to the temple of Athena, there is a hidden library there.” Said.

“That sounds good but now I want to sleep, rest.” After that you and Percy fell asleep as fast as you could.

As the days went by and you investigated the clues, you and Percy without realizing it became closer and every time you spent time together you got along better. Percy's bravery and cunning complemented perfectly with your beauty and insight.

In every dangerous situation both found themselves in, supported each other, trusting in yours abilities and the special connection they had discovered. Together, they overcame obstacles, faced mythological creatures, and challenged powerful enemies trying to stop them.

With each step they took, the enigma slowly unraveled. You and Percy discovered that the Oracle of Delphi held dark secrets that threatened the fate of the demigods and the balance of the world.

Armed with their bravery and determination, they faced the powerful enemies that protected the Oracle. They no longer seemed like just two children but rather young people willing to do whatever was necessary to protect their loved ones.

This journey had lasted for years where you had made new friends and new people had joined you in the same situation, in that time you and Percy realized how much you had learned from each other. Their connection had grown into something more than friendship.

Together, they continued to face challenges and celebrate each achievement. Their connection grew even stronger, becoming an inseparable team. At the end of your journey, you and Percy had completed everything and solved the riddle, which had taken you down difficult but never impossible paths.

When they finally returned to Camp Half-Blood, their names were already echoing throughout the camp and even Olympus, for now everything was at peace and they hoped it would stay that way.

#fanfic #oneshot #imagine #x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo x you #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series

[redflagshipwriter]

Nest Swap 4 progress

Now with 200% more bat!

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“Alright, have a good day.” Tim handed the clipboard back to a stone-faced delivery guy and took the package from Miss Fox back to his technology lair. He got a glass of water on the way down and then went about reproducing the experiment that Tam asked for.

She wouldn't give him details. But from the instructions and reported results, Tim was pretty sure that some employee had misrepresented their process. To what end, he didn't know. He was just the science guy, not a detective guy.

Although if he had to guess he'd say that they had switched out a needed chemical to hide that the supply was lower than recorded.

But whatever. That wasn't his business.

Tim happily went about science, recreating a corrosive liquid that would supposedly eat through reinforced metal. He had to make the Wayne tech protective coating for the metal as well to do the experiment properly. When he finished that he carefully dipped metal sheets in it and set them to drip dry. Then he turned back to the acid project.

Supposedly, the acid had been a failure. Tim thought it should work. Apparently Tam did, too.

The screens around the room all went black. He wasn't even using them but it was a hard thing to miss in your peripheral vision.

Tim groaned. “What now?” He asked the room. He clanged a piece of metal to the tabletop. “I am trying to finish this.”

Had he tripped some kind of security protection? Maybe they had all gone to sleep without getting a password at spaced intervals?

To be perfectly clear, Tim did not expect any kind of response.

Therefore he was startled halfway out of his skin when a female laugh came barrelling out of the speakers of the largest mounted screen.

He crossed his arms in a sulk.

“Tim?” She asked, after she caught her breath. “You're tiny.”

His face was catastrophically cranky: he could see it reflected back in the black screen. It was a perfect replica of Janet Drake discovering after she had formatted her latest paper in Chicago Style that the publication required the savagery of MLA formatting.

She laughed again. It ended with a hiccup.

‘Whoever this is, she can see me. She must be someone who knows me if I gave her that kind of access.’

“I'm not sure we're friends,” Tim announced, because it was time to face the facts: these people all knew a version of him, and that Tim was bigger. At least like, three inches. “I'm aware that I am small. I am working on it.” He glowered at the computer she seemed to be using.

It would take what, two years top for a major growth spurt? They could just chew bubblegum until then.

“Is that what you're doing now?”

Tim sighed. “No, I'm doing something for Tam,” he admitted. He scrubbed at his face with a hand. “Probably a good time for a break.” He started to tidy up.

“Yeah, so, I guess I can tell Dick that you haven't been kidnapped by lions or whatever it is he's talking about,” the lady said. The line turned to static for a second, then back just as quickly. “You, uh, need some help?”

“Absolutely not.” Tim shook his head in a sharp, decisive Jack Drake movement. “I don't need to be babied.”

“...I can see why you think you're in danger of it.” She snorted again. “Unblock Dick, please, he's got delicate feelings and I think we both have plans for tonight that don't involve him scaling your walls to find a way in.”

“....I'll unblock him,” Tim took the L gracefully. “I appreciate your silence on this matter.”

She snorted again. “Sorry.” She didn't sound very sorry. “It's just- your little businessman voice is so funny. I'm sorry, Tim.”

He looked up at the ceiling for patience.

“Oracle out.”

All the screens returned to normal. Tim let out a big long sigh and went back upstairs, taking his empty water class with him. At least he had a name, right? Oracle. He'd gotten a call from Oracle.

He mentally arranged the facts as he trudged up the stairs.

Fact one: he had replaced a Tim, who was Tim Drake-Wayne. (Upsetting information).

Drake-Wayne had to be fundamentally the same Tim as he was, given that both Tam and Oracle had immediately recognized him.

Fact two: Tim D-W was a vigilante.

Fact three: That was really cool.

Tim reached the top and made a mental note to enroll in some martial arts classes when he got back home. If he had potential to fight crime, of course he was going to do that. He unblocked Dick: oh no, Dick Wayne. He'd blocked Robin. He felt mortified. It was so obvious in retrospect. He put the phone down on the table, stomach twisting in social agony.

The phone immediately lit up with messages.

Well. Robin should be less annoying, if he didn't wanna get blocked.

He clambered onto the counter to search through for anything that would make a good lunch.

“... I'm terrible,” Tim complained. He stuck his head fully into the cupboard as if there might be something good at the back. “This sucks!”

Alright. Something had to be done. Tim decisively climbed down, using an open drawer as a step. He shut it with his heels and then went in search of a wallet. He needed a credit card and to find a delivery service.

He was going to act on faith that big Tim D-W wasn't going to ruin his life, even though he was a loser. Tim was doing a great job keeping Tim D-W’s life afloat. That merited some payment.

He converted that payment into a huge order to a grocery delivery service. He referenced Tam’s package to get the address.

The order was simple: fruits, breakfast meat, lots of bakery bread, and sandwich fillings. He was going to have tuna salad with cucumber and lettuce. He was going to learn to make egg salad. Optimistically, he even added melty cheese to the order and a can of tomato soup mix: grilled cheese couldn't be that hard, right?

He rounded off the order with lots of individually packaged drinks: milk and juice boxes, cans of grape Zesti, and hot cocoa powder.

"…This is so exciting,” Tim said to his empty apartment. His. In a very real and meaningful way, it was his apartment. He was totally unsupervised. Neat!

The phone buzzed again. When he picked it up it said “Jason.”

Tim blue screened. Tim dropped the credit card with a clatter. It disappeared under the table and he didn't even think to look for it.

Jason. Omigod, Jason. Jason was a person who existed. He'd forgotten.

All the pieces came together in a beautiful flash of light. He wasn't in a troubled huge age-difference relationship with Bruce (21 year difference) or Dick (9 year difference) . He'd gotten married to Jason Wayne, the kid that Bruce had brought home like a day ago according to the Gotham Gazette. (3 year difference: normal.)

The phone was still ringing. Tim picked it up with numb fingers. “Hello?”

“Hey, Timbers,” said a male voice. It was low, rough, and impatient. “You freaked Dickiebird out and he's been squawking at me all day. Tell me how many pieces you're in.”

Tim looked down at his body. “Just the one,” he said, voice coming out breathy. It felt like his being was floating outside his body. Wow. This was his boy- no, husband? Holy moly. He couldn't cope with that, he had to stick with boyfriend. He bit his lip. He had to make a good impression.

“...You sound about 10 years old there,” Jason said. He didn't hide his amusement. “You been huffing helium, babybird?”

Tim went bright red at the pet name. Painfully red. His face was on fire.

Jason took his silence as a response. “Alright, alright, keep your clothes on. You must be sick as fuck, poor thing. No wonder you didn't come out to play last night.”

Tim slapped his hands on his face and tried not to hyperventilate.

“I wasn't calling for Dick, don't get it twisted.” Jason cleared his throat, tone a little odd. “I picked up on something - I think one of my ongoing cases dips into your patrol area. You gonna come out on patrol tonight?”

“...No,” Tim said. There was no way that would go well. He didn't know martial arts yet.

Jason cursed, but he didn't sound mad about it. “Fair enough,” he muttered. “Uh, think you could do some surveillance for me?”

Tim nodded. Then he felt dumb and cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

…He felt even dumber. What should he say? This was his boyfriend. The stakes were so high. He had never wanted anyone to like him more.

Jason rattled off an address. It, like everything Jason had said, was going to live inside Tim’s head forever in perfect clarity. “Thanks,” he added after, a bit begrudgingly. “This guy's real fucking sick, been making human sausage.”

Tim… wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but it sounded really bad. “I'll do my best,” he promised.

“Yeah…” Jason trailed off. “Maybe you should take a nap, some meds. That's a terrible hoarse throat. Don't kick your own ass on my account, okay?”

“Okay,” Tim helplessly echoed, and hung up. He sat in silence for a solid minute afterwards.

#red nest swap #dc fanfic #tim drake deaged #tim drake

[hypnos333]

Changing Fate

Eros x Goddess reader

Synopsis: Fate had it easy for you as you were a goddess of fate until you got in the away with another’s fate

You were the daughter of Hera and Zeus, you were the third born after Ares and Hephaestus. Of course your parents adores you especially your mother. Being the goddess of Fate was easy then one, two, and three.

You were as beautiful as Aphrodite but you were no goddess of beauty.

“U-Uhm ___?” Eros called out holding your golden paged journal.

“Oh my Zeus! Thank you so much Eros” You said excitedly holding the book with delicacy. His wings flutter in shyness.

“Of course my cupid” He said back making you blush before hold the journal close to you.

“I should be calling you that Cupid” You flirted back making him blush again. He always haded feelings for you and since you lost your fate book you didn’t see that his fate now changed.

“So what should I call you? Oh! How about my love?” he asked excitedly making me agree instantly

“Whatever you like my cupid but right now I have to do my job” you said your goodbye. “Bye my love” Eros said back dreamily making you giggle as you turn back to your mansion.

You reread the journal to make sure everything was in shape in normal but it wasn’t….

See with the journal you can see everyone’s fate even gods or goddesses with Eros it holds a sparkling pink thread around his fate. It’s fading…. And not for the right reasons it should.

Eros fate is about love…

A king and queen has three daughters, all three of the girls are attractive but one of them is absolutely gorgeous- Phyche was her name. People would come all over to check out how beautiful she was. neglecting the proper worship of Aphrodite, instead prayed and made offerings to her. It was rumored that she was the second coming of Venus, or the daughter of Venus from an unseemly union between the goddess and a mortal. Venus is offended, and commissions Cupid to work her revenge. Cupid is sent to shoot Psyche with an arrow so that she may fall in love with something hideous. He instead scratches himself with his own dart, which makes any living thing fall in love with the first thing it sees. Consequently, he falls deeply in love with Psyche and disobeys his mother's order. Although her two humanly beautiful sisters have married, the idolized Psyche has yet to find love. Her father suspects that they have incurred the wrath of the gods, and consults the oracle of Apollo. The response is unsettling: the king is to expect not a human son-in-law, but rather a dragon-like creature The transported girl awakes to find herself at the edge of a cultivated grove. Exploring, she finds a marvelous house with golden columns, a carved ceiling of citrus wood and ivory, silver walls embossed with wild and domesticated animals, and jeweled mosaic floors. A disembodied voice tells her to make herself comfortable, and she is entertained at a feast that serves itself and by singing to an invisible lyre. Although fearful and without the proper experience, she allows herself to be guided to a bedroom where, in the darkness, a being she cannot see has sex with her. She gradually learns to look forward to his visits, though he always departs before sunrise and forbids her to look upon him. Soon, she becomes pregnant.

One night after Cupid falls asleep, Psyche carries out the plan her sisters devised: she brings out a dagger and a lamp she had hidden in the room, in order to see and kill the monster. But when the light instead reveals the most beautiful creature she has ever seen, she is so startled that she wounds herself on one of the arrows in Cupid's cast-aside quiver. Struck with a feverish passion, she spills hot oil from the lamp and wakes him. He flees, and though she tries to pursue, he flies away and leaves her on the bank of a river.

The rest of his fate was faded

You stood there shocked, this never happened before… this should’ve never happened. Why is it fading?

The ink was supposed to stay as it should so why is his fate changing?

You couldn’t say that you were glad his fate was changing, you were falling for the cupid after all but that did not mean he couldn’t be happy.

All she could do was watch the ink disappear like his fate was never there, and hope a new fate can appear for him. You slammed the book shut and rush to make sure Eros was safe.

When you saw him getting an apple from a tree you immediately rushed to him with a hug. Eros almost fell from the rush of someone.

“Woah My love, are you alright?” he asked gently not wanting to trigger you.

You put your hands on his cheek to make sure he has no injuries. “Of course, Are you okay?” you asked worriedly.

“Yeah? ___ we saw each other ten minutes ago, what’s wrong?” he asked making you hesitate on the question it’s self. It’s not like you can hide his dying fate from him but know something could be wrong is killing you.

“Y-Your fate changed and I couldn’t do anything about it and I thought something was wrong” You admitted making him nod.

“My fate with a human girl?” he asked making you instantly nod.

“Yeah a-and wait how did you know?” You asked making him chuckle awkwardly before clearing his throat to explain.

“W-Well I look in the journal and saw how my fate went and honestly I don’t want that to happen because ___ goddess of fate i’m in love with you” He confessed making you blush in shyness.

“W-What?” You whispered.

“I got approval from you family especially Ares and Zeus even though they’re scary as hell but I was willing to do it for you and I have been falling for you for decades but you were to busy in your work” He explained

“Well Eros of love and sex I will happily be yours” You said making him spin you around in joy.

“I’ll definitely make you the most happiest goddess in this earth my love” he stated making you hum as you leaned in as you both kissed passionately.

#greek mythology #greek myth x reader #Eros x reader #greek mythology x reader

[klbwriting]

For Love of Fiction

Part 3

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You think too much and realize you have to talk to Jason

Notes: I am not sure if this is the end honestly. I keep thinking I'll be finished, but then I'm like but what if...? So there may be a part 4, this has no planning whatsoever (even less than my normal fics have) so I hope you're enjoying this and would anyone mind if I just kept going?

Taglist: soradragon (let me know if you want me to add you to this when/if a part 4 appears)

               You couldn’t get what Red Hood said out of your mind.  It was distracting.  You were writing another book, something for YA romance this time, wanting to see if you could, and the words ‘thanks for making me your muse’ kept floating around your brain.  He knew about your books, knew that he was your muse.  How?  Why would Red Hood read your books?  You supposed it wasn’t that surprising, a lot of people in Gotham read them.  Gotham wasn’t a great city to live in but the people were loyal to their own, they would have to be to bother staying in this shithole.  Maybe he had seen your book out and about when he wasn’t Red Hood, any bookstore or library had them.  Jason had even told you that he had been at the library when he…your mind froze.  Jason. 

               Jason who worked at night, Jason who was always tired, Jason who had money, enough to justify the amount of gear and tech that Red Hood would need, Jason who knew you called Red Hood your muse.  Not your inspiration, not your influence, not your favorite superhero, your muse.  Jason who had canceled dinner because of work.  Jason who was always so gentle with you, like Red Hood had been when he had touched your shoulder and checked in on you.  No way, you were crazy.  Then again, Jason was in incredible shape.  You had gone to the gym with him and one of his brother’s Dick, and they had taught you some self defense before sparring themselves, and they looked professional.  It was crazy, but you had to know.

               You debated calling Jason all day.  Would he even tell you?  Why would he tell you?  You had been seeing each other, casually, for only two months, you had had a total of one actual date and various text dates and calls.  Why would he confess what was probably his deepest secret to you?  You called him anyway.

               “Are you mad about dinner?” Jason asked as soon as he answered.  He had canceled via text and figured you must be fuming, but he had already been in gear, heading towards a robbery near you.  Its why he even stumbled on the Joker’s minions in that diner.  He had heard a call to the cops, intercepted by Oracle, and she had sent him the information since he was closest.  When he arrived, he had been shocked to see you, and so angry.  How dare anyone threaten you again?  He had probably concussed those guys with that extra punch he gave them.  Then he had to say something to you, find out if you were ok, not anyone else.  He sighed.  The muse line had been a bit stupid too, you were probably so confused.  Either that or you were giddy that Red Hood knew who you were, about your books. 

               “No, I’m not mad about dinner, but I did want to see you and I have some free time today around lunch?  I know you’re tired but wanted to see if maybe we could meet?” you asked.  You sounded nervous.  He wondered why you were nervous.  Did he make you nervous?  Was he not obvious enough about how much he liked you?  How much he loved talking to you and spending any precious time he could with you?

               “I would love to meet you, where?” he asked.  You said the name of a diner, the same one from the night before.  He swallowed a little, wondering if you had actually gotten your dinner last night.  He assumed that’s why you had gone out in the first place.  Maybe the attack had left you without dinner and you just wanted to go back and get whatever you had been craving.  Couldn’t have anything to do with Red Hood. 

               “Its just a diner, so if you don’t want to go there, we can go somewhere else,” you said, wondering why he didn’t say anything.  Were you too obvious about why you wanted to meet at that diner?  Ugh, this man was scrambling your brain, and you loved it.  You were feeling so many things you hadn’t felt in years, all of that plus the confusion on the Red Hood issue, it was a lot for one person to take.

               “No, it sounds good, I love diners,” Jason said quickly, then wanted to smack himself.  ‘I love diners’? What the fuck was wrong with him?  He heard you giggle on the other end of the phone and that made him feel a little better.  You discussed details and he agreed to meet you. 

               You were nervous, waiting at the diner early, typing what you could for your book, trying anything to stop watching your phone as time ticked by.  You were trying to think of what to say, but didn’t want anything rehearsed, you wanted to be direct, but not sound crazy or accuse him of anything.  How could one person cause this much confusion and stress and yet the very thought of him made your heart flutter and your stomach twist into sweet knots?  It was the most wonderful and infuriating thing in the world. 

               You heard the ding of the door and looked up, seeing that familiar shock of white hair and those eyes that were perfect and then he smiled, and all your planned words flew out your head.  He walked over and sat down, and you hurried to close your laptop, hoping you remembered to save the two words you had written. 

               “Working on that new book?” he asked, taking the menu.  He slid his hand over and gently took your hand.  He was a touchy-feely person you could already tell, loved feeling your skin against his and it did not help your focus on the task at hand.  You nodded, pretending to be engrossed in the menu even though you knew exactly what to get, what you always got.  The waiter came over, not the same from last night, and took your orders and headed away and you swallowed.

               “Can I ask you something?” you asked.  He nodded, thumb rubbing gently circles on the back of your hand and you almost lost your nerve.  “Why did you cancel last night?  You said work, but what happened?”  His thumb froze and you saw his panic in his eyes for just a moment before he smiled, rolling his shoulders and he moved his hand to link your fingers, thumb now near your palm.

               “There was a break in,” he said.  “I had to assist.”

               “The other security guy couldn’t handle it?” you asked, pushing the subject.  Once again panic in his eyes.  He was scrambling for a story.  You observed, wrote about what people did, how they acted.  Had long ago started making up lies for Red Fox to tell Layla about himself and what he did before she had known about him.  You could see all the signs of Jason trying to cover for last night.  It was either he was Red Hood, or he was seeing someone else, and despite this arrangement being casual you really hoped he was Red Hood.  You could handle that, but him maybe falling for someone else after you already had fallen for him was too much. 

               “It was more than one person, they wanted backup to search the place,” he said, voice uneven.  He swallowed, wondering what this was really about.  He didn’t have a lot of people that didn’t know his secret, never let anyone close, he wasn’t used to this kind of questioning.  He could tell you didn’t believe him, but he couldn’t tell exactly what emotions you were feeling.  Anxiety?  Hurt?  Hope?  They were all moving through your eyes.  Had you figured him out?  Figured out he was Red Hood? 

               “Tell me the truth, please,” you said softly.  He stared at you.  How could he tell you the truth?  He swallowed hard.  “Were you seeing someone else?  If you were just tell me before I start feeling more for you than I already do, I don’t want a broken heart.”  He felt himself breath out slowly.  He could handle this.  He didn’t realize that you would think he was seeing other people, but he knew how to calm your nerves.  Jason smiled softly at you, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.  You melted a little, smiling at him.

               “I was not seeing someone else; I promise, it really was work, I went in helped contain the scene and catalogued the missing items, lots of fancy science words,” he said.  You nodded.  You didn’t believe a word.  You knew he wasn’t seeing someone else, that was true, but that left the lie of work, which left the unsaid truth.  Jason was Red Hood.  You were sure of it.  You weren’t going to tell him you knew; you would keep it to yourself, but now you at least could understand him canceling dates last minute. 

               “O good, I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this way,” you said.  Jason smiled and shook his head.  “So tell me, why does Bruce Wayne’s kid work night security at CADMUS labs?”  He chuckled and sighed.

               “Me and Bruce had a falling out several years ago, right when I finished school.  We’re all good now but I got the chance to be on my own, make my own way in life, and found that I couldn’t do police work, I had a criminal record as a kid, but I could do security work.  It may not be as helpful, but I can protect things like the chemicals and inventions at CADMUS, keep them out of the wrong hands, some of the stuff there could be dangerous,” he said.  You nodded, listening to him talk more about work.  It was a very well thought out cover story you had to admit. 

               “Sounds to me like you’re a couple steps down from a hero yourself, and we know how much I love a hero,” you said, giving him a smile.  Jason smiled back but saw it in your eyes.  You didn’t believe his story for a second.  “Maybe you’ll be my next muse.”  The way you said muse, the way your eyes lit up a little bit, he didn’t know how, but you knew.  You knew about Red Hood, knew his secret.  But you didn’t say anything, didn’t confront him.  You were letting him keep it, tell you himself when he wanted.  He hoped this meant you wouldn’t tell anyone else.  “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep your identity secret,” she said, making Jason hold his breath.  “In my books,” she finished.  He let out a breath and nodded. 

               “Just, if I tell you I got called into work and had to cancel?” he said. 

               “I’ll be sure to stay home, order in dinner maybe, or just always have pizza rolls on hand,” she said.  Jason let out a breath.  That he could live with, she was smart enough to just stay home.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

[missjamiekaye]

I'm sooo hung up on Boostle baby Rip Hunter.

Booster loves his kid, but he feels this deep, overwhelming sorrow when he is struck by how much Rip reminds him of Ted. Booster has such a deep feeling of love for his son - starting from the first time he gets to hold him. Yet, he can't get over how similar Rip is to Ted. Their smile, their eyes, their mannerisms - it gets overwhelming at times. Booster feels a deep sense of grief when he is reminds that Rip is just as much of a part of Ted as Rip is a part of him.

When Rip starts kindergarten, be learns how to read and write earlier than most, and Booster is so proud - until he thinks about how smart Ted was, and how proud Ted would be of his son. That night, Booster ends up bawling his eyes out when he imagines how Ted would be as a parent. Would his friend love Rip just as much as Booster does? Would Ted stay - settle down, and turn a new leaf with him - if he knew? Another more self-loathing part of Booster asks himself if Ted would really stay to take care of a child he didn't plan for, or want.

Also. Skeets. He lets Booster know what and what not to get for Rip in terms of toys, food, and furniture. Skeets makes Booster research about product recalls and infant safety, and it gives Booster the biggest migraine ever.

Also like. Other characters and people. Would any of the JLI visit or check up on Booster and Rip? Would Booster tell them that Rip was Ted's kid? I can only imagine the drama.

J'onn drops by during Booster's pregnancy to see him, reads Booster's mind unintentionally, and finds out about the situation. He ends up consoling a very emotional and conflicted Booster about the whole thing.

Guy Gardner helps Rip with math homework because he used to be a teacher, but he gets angry at the worksheet Rip was given because he struggles with the new way of doing long division.

Oracle finds out about Booster's time travel stunt when one of Booster's friends asks her what forced into him into such a sudden retirement and disappearence, and she begins keeping tabs on them as one of Ted's friends.

Bruce's daughter Cass is looking for a summer job, and ends up becoming Rip's babysitter - doing things like playing Wall-e with Rip and Skeets, and letting him win playing kickball with him.

(I guess warning for suicidal ideation?)

Gosh yeah a lot of it hurts. For THE MOST part to me, finding out he's going to have a kid is like a point where Booster finally feels like he doesn't want to die anymore. The thought of having his kid makes him finally be okay with existing in a world without Ted. Just thinking about that makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

Skeets is absolutely like an overbearing midwife lol. Telling him far too much information than he wants or needs to know.

Pftthathw you got me thinking about Booster having a bad spell and Batman really not knowing what to do and just calls J'onn up. Emergency J'onn visit.

(pfthathaha thank you Moose for helping with his mental mess)

[death-himself]

just finished episode 3 here are my thoughts

also i wrote this first part at the end of my review, but I'm gonna move it here to the top because it got a bit long and I feel like it's more important to state than my review

overall, i feel like the issues i have with the show are more of a me issue. i feel like I (and a lot of us book fans honestly) were hyping up the show to be one-to-one with the book when it's been said by rick and a lot of people working on the show that it was more of a new rendition rather than an exact book-to-screen adaptation

i know that when i watched the first two episodes with my friends, they didn't see any of those issues because they hadn't read the books at all, or at least not in a long time

one example, the issue everyone has with gabe's characterization is one my friend didn't pick up on, she recognized from the start that gabe was abusive and said something like "I'm scared what he'll do to sally if she doesn't get that car back to him"

those of us who live and breathe the books recognize that he's "not as abusive" or that it's a different kind of abuse in the books, so the characterization threw us all off in a way that it didn't for people who haven't read the books

so going forward, i'm probably going to keep that more in mind with the series and reviewing it. i think from a plot standpoint, it still manages to stay true to the book in the ways that really matter, and even emphasizes a lot of the key themes of the book more clearly, while still being extremely different, and I honestly think that's pretty cool

with that being said, bullet point review under the cut (reminder I wrote this before writing the above section and don't plan on changing it)

to begin with, I'm gonna be honest, I feel like they're changing a lot more than I would prefer with the plot. I'm still enjoying the series a bunch, but the differences are very striking to me

now going in chronological order with the episode, percy's reaction to the oracle was pretty funny

the whole thing of gabe being the one to tell him the prophecy looked stupid, but I feel like there was no way to translate it from the book without it looking stupid. i feel like when he's told the prophecy in the book, the creepy description is what makes it feel serious and the weight of the prophecy makes you forget how it's being told, and I don't really think that translates very well to film

also in the book the words are very clearly not words that gabe would say, but I feel like the way the lines were delivered in the episode was a bit off, like it just sounded like gabe with nothing creepy about it

percy choosing annabeth instead of annabeth pretty much forcing herself into the quest is an interesting choice that I'm not sure if I like or hate yet

it feels like they're turning percy and annabeth more into enemies-to-lovers than it actually is in the books

I love grover so fuckin much, grover's never been one of my favorite characters, but disney series-wise, he's definitely my favorite so far

i don't know why, but the little pool in the center of the poseidon cabin is my favorite thing ever, it just feels right

percy and luke's talk in his cabin is just <3

also the way luke went "it's a gift...from my dad" i just felt the WEIGHT of that, everything that it meant

also looking back on that, i love how both annabeth's hat and luke's shoes show the different ways they react to a gift from their parents. the hat is annabeth's prized possession that she doesn't want to give up, while the first time we see luke's shoes he gives them away and clearly doesn't appreciate them as a gift

i loved it since we saw it in the trailer, but thalia's tree is so fuckin cool, i love that it straight up just looks like a person standing guard

also the way they're pronouncing thalia's name is giving me life, my brother made fun of me for pronouncing it that way as a kid and i started calling her talia but to know 10 year old me was RIGHT, incredible

grover's little song had me dying, and percy using that song later at aunty em's was hilarious

ANNABETH IN THE GAS STATION, she was so adorable, that scene owns my heart now. her just grabbing every flavor of that candy was so damn precious

I'm sad we didn't get to see the bus blown up, they could've made it such a funny scene. have the trio run to the woods like "wow I'm glad we got out of there alive" then they look over at the bus and it just explodes. that could've been peak comedy there

the whole talk between alecto and Annabeth was interesting, it does make sense for them to have some sort of history considering what happened with thalia, so i think that's a good change, makes things more interesting

the way they got to aunty em's kind of annoyed me, i feel like they could have easily shown a passage of time and had them get there in the same way as the books. idk, i really liked how they ended up there in the books because they were just hungry kids that wanted burgers

also alecto being there felt a bit weird to me

when i heard they were taking a more sympathetic approach to medusa, i honestly got really nervous for how that would turn out, but i think they handled it as well as they could have. i feel like they said it in a way where the story could have gone either way; one way where medusa was poseidon's girlfriend, and another way where she was tricked and raped by him

she also goes on to both call him a monster and say that they loved each other, so again, i feel like it could still go either way with those lines, though it probably leans more towards the girlfriend perspective (even though I'm pretty sure that's the less myth-accurate perspective, but when has pjo been myth-accurate)

the way they killed medusa TERRIFIED ME, like annabeth my girl, you realize how badly that could have turned out right, having an invisible medusa

also how did that help percy in the slightest, he was still attacking something he couldn't look at so...how did that help

I'm hoping alecto being petrified isn't permanent, hades had better bring her back, i liked alecto. also isn't she important to some part of the plot in a later book? she's the only fury i remember the name of so she has to be important right?

their argument in the basement was an interesting change, i feel like to me it kind of just felt like conflict for conflict's sake. i don't think they felt super in-character in that section. their friendship dynamic feels a bit off through most of this episode honestly, but i think their dynamic's gonna be perfect going forward now that they've gotten past that conflict

percy saying the "i am impertinent" line perfectly. that whole exchange felt like it was ripped right out of the book, i loved that

i know everyone's been shitting on lin manuel miranda being in the show, but i still love the man, and that end scene was incredible

him in the elevator was so funny, and you just know he loved percy shipping medusa's head to olympus, he thought that shit was hilarious

#percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo disney+ #pjo disney+ spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians #i have no idea what spoilers tag we're using someone help #really interested to see people's thoughts on medusa specifically #if i remember right rick accidentally wrote her using both conflicting stories at different parts of the series #like in tlt she was poseidon's lover while in another book she was said to have been born a gorgon

[deancasbigbang]

Title: The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

Author: oracle

Artist: parhelion_ava

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Ruby, Castiel/Daphne

Length: 65000

Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply

Tags: Depictions of Drug Use, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Overdose, Unrequited But Actually Requited Love, College/University, Out of Body Experiences, Very Slow Burn

Posting Date: November 1, 2023

Summary: Dean Winchester has known he was in love with his best friend for a long time. He never planned on saying anything, at least, not until friends and family convinced him otherwise. Only the confession doesn't go as planned: Cas rejects him. Distraught and hurt, he heads to a bar to drink his sorrows away, and upon meeting a woman named Ruby, enters a whole new world. Now battling his broken heart and new substance dependance, he needs to decide what is more important: his (still ever-present and strong) feelings for Cas, or his new found "freedom" with Ruby.

Excerpt: Dean laughed to himself. “Don’t get all teary on me Sammy, you’re an ugly crier and no one wants to see that.” Sam, of course, didn’t respond but kept looking at him. “I’ll just stay here until you wake up.” His eyes geared up. “It’s the least I can do.” “How sweet.” said a new voice.  Dean turned around, startled. He wasn’t prepared for a new voice. He noticed Sam didn’t turn around, so it must have been a visitor for him.  He turned to look at the girl who was about his age. She had long dark hair, and a pale face. She was wearing hospital scrubs. “Nice to see you again Dean.” “Hey, you’re the surgery girl I saw earlier.” Dean pointed to her. “What are you doing here?” She laughed. “I’m sorry I confused you earlier.” She held out her hand. “I guess now is a time for introductions. I’m Tessa. I’m a reaper” “A reaper? Like to ferry me to another plane?” Tessa nodded and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, I guess. You already know who I am.” She nodded. “I do.”  “So why are you here then?” Dean said. “To shepherd me to the other side?”  Tessa looked at his body. “You’re at a crossroads Dean. You have two choices. I can take you to whatever afterlife is awaiting you.” She paused, then gestured to his body. “Or you can get shoved back into this body. You might not remember this time though.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Since when do people get choices?” “Since you are special. You’re in a trance-like state now. Think very carefully Dean. You only have one choice.” “How long do I have to choose?” Tessa looked contemplative and said, “How about this. You tell me how you ended up here and by the time the story is over I want your decision.” Dean shrugged. “Why would you care?” Tessa raised an eyebrow, and shrugged as well. “I don’t, but I do want something to pass the time.” That got a laugh out of him. Dean nodded, and said, “Whatever. So let me spin you my tale of woe.” Tessa nodded. “Alright, so who is this?” She gestured to Sam.  “My little brother. He feels partially responsible for what happened. Which is true to an extent. I mean, it wasn’t his fault entirely, but he definitely didn’t do anything to help. I can’t be too hard on him though, he did try his best. He’s only a kid And some of the things were just a bout of bad luck for me.” Tessa nodded. “Well that’s it, isn’t it? You can try your best, but it just isn’t enough sometimes. Bad things just…happen.” Dean nodded. “Yeah.” A moment went by. He looked at Sam and took. deep breath. “They do.”

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[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.10

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Damian isn't talking. Dick had put more energy into spending more time and communicating with Damian, but he still hadn't said anything to connect with his strange behavior. The others tried following Damian, but it was hard to continue trailing him between work, patrol, and their own cases. So weeks had gone by, and no one had answers. While he is at home, his behavior has returned to normal. His actions during patrol were still erratic. He did his route and cases as usual, but he was also disappearing and turning off his comms. It wasn't enough to involve Bruce yet, but it was still something Barbara flogged and watched. They could do nothing else but watch. 

-

The snow had settled. It was no longer the stunning pure white. Then again, Gotham's snow was never pure white; it was a slush of brown and grey on the ground, and on the roof, it was off-white until his family trampled on them. It reminded him of the time he meant her.

Perched on a rooftop, the streets are below. Tonight, Robin was going solo despite how many people gravitated home to family as the weather grew cold. Everyone was given a solos patrol to cover more ground—everyone except Redhood, who was partnered with Nightwing in Crime Alley. During seasons like these, people got desperate, and rouges got scheming, so no one went in Crime Alley alone.

But Damian, aka Robin, wasn't in Crime Alley. He was in the heights perched high by himself. In the dark, company finally came in the form of a tweeting bird, a robin to be specific, how fitting. Muting his comm he turned to his little friend " Hello" as he held out his finger for her to land. " You shouldn't be here. I'm working. You're distracting me." Hopping off his finger, she shifts to her proper form. 

She leans with her arms across the ledge, ignoring the snow. " I'm distracting you?"  he doesn't dare look. " will you come visit me once you're done working?" 

He sighed deeply. " I don't think that will be possible. I have more family in town, which means more eyes.  They'll notice my absence." 

Then she sighed. " Okay, I'll visit you then. Is that okay?" 

"I'd like that," and with that, she took off in the night sky once again in the form of a robin. 

"Is everything okay?" Oracle asked once he turned his coms back on. 

"I found a stray in the snow."

"Is it okay?"

"She's fine."

-

"Good morning," Asta said as Damian slowly woke up. He opened his eyes to find her sitting against his headboard in the nude, petting Titus, whose head was in her lap. Damian slipped out of bed and began his morning routine with an audience of Asta and Titus. " Anything special happening today?"

"Nothing premeditated" 

She chuckled as she kissed Titus. " He makes it sound like he's going to commit murder." 

"simply expanding your vocabulary."

She and Titus watched him as he did his stretches and breathing exercises. She gave Titus a few more kisses before joining him. The two stretched in silence, Titus watching them. This was their morning routine. It wasn't every morning, but when she was here, and he woke, she'd give whatever pets in his room some affection and then join him in stretches and exercise. After all was said and done she left to patrol and do her day's work or stay and laze the day with Damian. Today was a lazy day. 

"So what are we doing today?" 

"Nothing specific. My siblings are here, so it would be bothersome to plan something, knowing one of them would inevitably interrupt." Asta nodded along as she watched Damian rant about his sibling through the rest of his morning routine. 

After their last conversation, Damian knew he couldn't just approach his family and tell them to be less emotional. He instead presented the idea of exposure therapy, exposing her to his emotional family little by little in hopes of not making her comfortable with their negative emotions but being able to put her in a room without her physically reacting or needing to flee from them. As of right now, she could be in the manor with a full house but could not be in a room with everyone at once. She was doing better.

-

"you've got nothing either," Tim said. Everyone came together to discuss Damian's case. They all had nothing. Talking to him resulted in nothing, and stalking resulted in less. They were getting nowhere. A group of the world's greatest detectives duped by a teenage boy. 

"we're too spread out. We all need to make a choice and stick with it," Barbara said, trying to get everyone on the same page. She was more aware of Damian new behaviors than the others. 

"Dick is so desperate to 'talk' it out, knowing how he knows you'll get nowhere. He's not dependent on you as much as you think he is," Tim said, clearly frustrated. " Talk. Go talk. And when you get nothing again, we'll start the real work. And find what the fuck he's hiding. He is not as innocent as you think." 

Dick didn't say anything and left the room. He wasn't going to participate in this argument. Tim huffed and sat down dramatically.

Jason chuckled. " You're both so dramatic. He's a teenager, vigilante aside, a teenage boy going through puberty. I don't believe this situation is that serious. I'm actually with Steph on this one."

"Wait, what?"

"Maybe a girl or boy is involved. Can't say it's not possible. Damian CAN talk to people, and this wouldn't be the first time Robin got involved with a civilian." He said, eyeing the whole table, except Duke, a few notable people got uncomfortable.

Although it was extremely rare and frowned upon in some cases, vigilantes did get involved with civilians while in masks. Some relationships were short, only a night, and others were long term and might have resulted in new maks. If this is what is truly happening, they couldn't condemn him for it.

"You seem so sure," Duke said 

"It's obvious someone else is involved-"

"You read too many romance novels," Steph said 

"Proof me wrong."

-

"Hey," Dick entered the library to find Damian sitting in a little window nook. Damian acknowledged him with a single nod but didn't look up from his book. Dick didn't really know where to begin, though. "whatcha reading" he tilted the book showing the cover. A book on felines. 

Dick also took a moment to observe his younger brother. In the corner of the window nook, legs crossed the book, a bit on the large side, sitting on his knees and one hand behind the book at the small movement of his arm and the small purrs he presumed to pet Alfred. He assumed. But his assumption was obviously wrong as said Felione strolled past them without a care.

"Damian?"

"Yes?"

"What's in your lap?"

"A cat" Dicked looked to where Alferd just passed, then back to Damian, who dropped the book to reveal a black cat in his lap.

Dick sighed and pinched his nose"Damian."

"she's a stray, doesn't like to stay put. She'll be gone by nightfall." Not true. She'd either be in his bed or at their safe house. 

"Damian," he hummed in acknowledgment, " We're worried about you." he looked at him confused. " You've been acting strange lately, and no one knows why. Want to tell me what's going on? " Dick says as he sits down across from Damian and his stray friend. 

"Strange behaviors?" he questioned as he stroked her fur and petted her. 

"mainly on patrol. You turn off your coms, stay in a location for too long, or stray from your route a few times. A few times too many. What's going on, Damian ?"  

For a moment, he said nothing, content with just petting her fur. " I didn't know my behavior was alarming. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. But that doesn't explain your behavior." Damian just looked at him with furrowed brows as she purred at his touch. Picking up the kitty, he stands up.

"I have," he says as he returns his book." She has come far, but it makes sense she's very loyal."

So, he was blaming the cat for his concerning behavior. And ... well, Dick believed him. Not entirely; he knew there was more than this cat involved. Now, he didn't doubt the cat's involvement with his much Damian loves animals, but there had to be more. But he knew he wasn't going to get any more from him. While Damian didn't lie, at least he didn't feel like it; he knew he didn't tell the whole truth. And if he still wasn't talking to him, he wasn't going to. 

"She sure is," he says, reaching to pet the cat. Damian skillfully moved and dodged his hand. Dick watched as he coddled her to his chest, Disappeared out of the library. It appeared they would be going with Tim's stalking plan.

-

"They're on to us," Asta giggled as she flopped on the bed after shifting back. Damian takes a seat at his desk. 

"We're going to have to be more careful."

She noticed that he was serious." What does that mean? Do you want me to go?"

"No," Damian jumped up. " I just mean that we need to be more careful. More aware of our surroundings and those around us."

"That's a lot of people, considering all your siblings are here. Here, as in the manor. I can stay at the apartment. Plus, there has been drama in the narrows. I should be closer to help." 

Damian 'TT' as he sat down in defeat. Standing up, she approaches him, running her fingers through his hair. He leans into her touch, it was gentle and warm. " I want you... here. I want you here."

"I'm sorry," she said as she kissed his forehead. He leaned into her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He hummed as she pressed her lips against his. She sighed as she pulled away. "You'll know where to find me."

-

Asta left first, going to handle business in the narrow. Someone treated the prostitutes not so nicely; the culprit was found and delivered to the police missing an important appendage, but the girls were safe, and that's all that mattered. Those who were hurt were at the clinic, and those who weren't were warned and told to be safe. 

Asta and her organization were now working to create a specific and safe area for the workers. They were even looking into collaborating with Red Hood's gang. She was working on a proposal.  When she heard knocking on the window, looking up, she saw Robin in all his glory outside the window, and she rushed to open the window. 

"Are you alright? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine. Nothing happened. What are you doing?" He looked past her to see a map, papers, a bunch of highlighters, and pens. 

"Helping sex workers. Making plans," She says as she climbs out the window, joining him on the fire escape. "Some douchebag that likes beating on women. He's at the hospital and with the police now. But I realized that the girls need more protection. And kids can't provide the protection they need. The protection Red Hood provided his girls 24/7 security." 

Robin listens as Asta explains her plans to collaborate with Hood. As he listened his eyes raked over her body. Despite it being winter, she wore a mini white sundress and a collar he had gifted her. She stopped talking, she seemly leaned back and let his gaze from his seat on the steps. 

"You're a distraction," Robin whispers 

"Well, that's not fair you bought me this dress." she picked at the hem with a small smile 

"that I did."

"And I didn't ask for you to be here. You're here of your own free will. And you can leave at any time."

Robin 'TT'. She was right about everything. He chooses to buy that dress and that collar. He chose to come see her tonight. And he chose to stay. It was a choice, and he made them all. She was a choice.

The night was slow. His brothers could handle it.

"you're still here," she whispered as she tugged on the collar tags; he just smirked. Asta smirked, and she crawled towards him until they were inches apart. He reaches forward, brushing some hair out of her face.

" Hi," she whispered. She giggled as he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head, and their lips connected. They could never get over how soft their lips were. Asta pulled away slightly to breathe; he chased her lips again, this time with tongue, and she let him freely explore her mouth. Let him have control. His tongue is delicate as he takes his time invading her. It was a new experience, a new sensation for her, having someone else's tongue in her mouth. But it felt good. Her inexperience rounding its head, he catches her by surprise again, his lips wrapping around the tip of her tongue and lightly sucking. She lets out a small moan.

Robin quickly pulled away. 

"Sorry," Asta says breathlessly. "No, no, I got carried away. Forgot about our surroundings for a moment." 

Robin was also catching his breath, wiping his palms on his pants. " I should return to patrol."

"Yes, yes, of course," Asta said as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood directly in front of him in her mini-dress. She quickly apologized and backed away. He quickly stood up after her. "Bye," she quickly said, then dove into the apartment. Once she was gone, Robin sat for another minute or two before he, too, finally got up and left.

-

"He's going to see us, and then he's going to kill us." 

"He's a bit preoccupied, Red Robin, as he, Spoiler, and the Orphan crouched on a roof hidden as they watched Robin with a girl on a fire escape.

The girl was sitting on the floor across from Robin, who was seated on the steps. He was holding onto part of the railing above him. They were talking. The way they were positioned, Red Robin couldn't see Robin's mouth, but he could see part of the girl's mouth and could read/understand only a few words, with his lip reading skill, not enough to fully understand the contents they were speaking in. Red Hood and prostitutes were mentioned, but he didn't understand the contents of their conversation. 

Orphan observed their body language but said nothing besides "friendly." Whatever she saw satisfied her enough for her to step back. "What are they doing?"

"I don't-oh"

They watched as the girl crawled across the floor and kissed Robin. " Alright, that's enough." they watched as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"And you said Damian couldn't get a girl," Spoiler said. They watched them for a long time, uncomfortable. When Robin and the girl finally pulled apart, their farewell was quick. The girl dipped back inside, closing the window. Robin sat on the steps with his head down for a few minutes before he got up and returned to patrol.

"Looks like Jason was right," Spoiler teased as Red Robin purposely ignored her. While Red looked unpleased and dissatisfied, he was actually relieved knowing that the league wasn't involved and amused that he was actually doing something his age but also a bit uncertain as he didn't know who this girl was. Was she a civilian or someone more? He was going to find out. He'd know all her by tomorrow sunrise.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

In scruffy!verse, what did the reunion between reader and Jason look like after her kidnapping?

Jason's eyes narrowed, listening to the idiot who kidnapped you monologuing. What was it about Gotham that made everyone with an axe to grind think kidnapping one of you was going to solve their problems?

Though, at least you didn't look much worse for wear. A little blood at the corner of your mouth- probably from your cheek smashing into your teeth. A scrape on your arm that would need cleaned. You mostly looked annoyed. Under his mask, he grinned. He didn't doubt you already had your hands free and you were just waiting.

"Are you done?" you ask, "I'm running late." And when the guy turned, ready to slap you across the face you blocked it and stood so fast te chair toppled over.

"Bitch, I oughta-"

"Hey!" Jason cut in, dropping from the rafters, "That's no way to talk to a lady."

When he rounded on Jason instead it was a pathetically short fight. It was no wonder, he was all fury and no planning. It was a bigger mystery how he'd managed to snatch you out of a train station. But then, you weren't big on making a lot of dramatic show. You'd probably tripped the alarm to let them know you'd be late and called Jason on your one call because he'd find you faster and give you a ride.

"You got cab money?" he asked.

"Hello to you too," you huff, "We're you just gonna sit there and make me listen to all that. Honestly, Hood."

Jason grinned and tilted your face to look at the blood on your mouth, wiping the trickle away with his thumb, "C'mon. It's my birthday," he snorted. "I wanted to know if he at least had a good reason."

When you mock scowl at him he chuckled bitterly, "Looks like he only has a mean backhand for tied up little college girls, "Don't you, asshole." He turned and kicked him in the ribs before hauling him to his feet and hitting his commlink. "Oracle?"

"GCPD enroute," she answered, "Medical?"

"Nah," he snorted, "I think I can handle it. Tell Agent A we're gonna need some ice."

"I'm fine-"

"Yeah except for getting smacked in the face," he said, noting the swelling. "It's what happens when you're weapon of choice is your mouth." And when your lips part to say something snarky, and Dick barked a laugh only to be shushed by Bruce, Jason felt his face color.

"What that mouth do?" Steph asked, strolling in adjusting her gloves.

"Hurt feelings mostly," you answer, turning away from Jason.

You couldn't see his face, but you didn't need to. He was furious, even if he was joking with you. It was that way anytime men took a swing at women and kids. Even without seeing his face, you knew the intensity in his eyes. The concern. And all you wanted to do was hug him, bury your face in his chest. But you knew better.

He'd not let you do that- not for a long time.

"You good?" Steph asked, noting the scrape on your arm. And Jason hovering protectively, moving just slightly closer to you now that your back was to him.

"Fine," you sigh, "Just over it. Can I get out of here?"

"Hell yeah," Steph said, "Need a ride?"

"Probably a good idea. I'd hate to have to play damsel in distress twice in a day."

"Her ego just couldn't take it if she got kidnapped in an uber too."

"Who the fuck takes Uber in Gotham?"

"People who aren't from here, I think," Steph said looping her arm through yours to take you out to a waiting car.

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[question-why-not]

i really hate how the DC writers and some fans are so obsessed with “which batfamily can beat which” and with just seeing “cool fight scenes” and stuff

This awful obsession keeps taking precedence over and destroying any semblance of actual good creative stories

Jason Todd is probably one of the most common victim of this BS, see RHATO 25 and all of those stupid fights between Jason & the batfamily in Task Force Z, the writers making the characters fight in situations they absolutely don’t have to, at least not without trying to talk it out first (there was absolutely no reason for Jason & the batfamily not to communicate about what’s going on with the task force, it was literally only engineered to be a total failure of communications to have a batfamily VS Jason fight that looks cool)

i don’t actually read a lot of comics, i read task force z just to get context on that panel where Cassandra spooks Jason, but i’m sure other people here can tell examples where it happens to other characters too, but i do think Jason is a more common victim of this simply due to DC not having any real direction to take his character to because they won’t let go of the Joker, and even without that simply because they won’t let go of the conflict between Jason & Bruce, because “if it’s not broken don’t fix it” and these people are concerned with making money not with telling a compelling story

Also, like, fighting isn’t all the members of the batfamily can do????? They have a wider skillet than that, with each of them also having their own unique specialization??????

Dick is one of the best acrobats in the world, and extremely capable & experienced vigilante, he’s the oldest of the batkids and has the most experience as a result, and he’s also a leader in the vigilante community

Barbara is Oracle, a legendary hacker and leader+coordinator of multiple superhero teams, top notch computer skills second to none as well as multitasking and crisis management

Jason is a master tactician, he can toy with people and factions in extremely long term plans to achieve the results he wants

Tim is the shoe-in to being the world’s greatest detective, he’s a very capable vigilante overall, and his computer skills are top notch, not that far behind Barbara

i don’t know if Stephanie is considered “the best” of any batfamily skill in particular, i suspect this may be due to writers’ sexism treating her more like an emotional support character to others rather than as her own character most of the time, i don’t actually read the comics that much and my information is what i decided should be canon based on what i learned from the fandom and in my opinion makes for the most compelling story, please do tell me if Steph has been written to be exceptional even in the batfamily in any particular skill, she deserves to be

Cassandra is the world’s best combatant, hands down, she stopped and restarted a man’s heart to make a point using just a palm strike, in a front-on battle she can literally take anyone down before they can really perceive that she’s there, and her combat skills also happen to allow her to read people like an open book

Damian was trained by the league of assassins from birth, he’s extremely capable in everything in a similar manner to how Bruce is, his character arc is even not really about him learning how to be a badass vigilante and more about him learning how to express himself and connect with others

Duke is literally a superpowered hypergenius, i don’t think i can do justice to his abilities here so go look at his wiki page

Stop constantly making these people fight each other!!! There’s more to them than that, and it just makes for shitty stories!!!!

#batfamily #nightwing #oracle #red hood #red robin #spoiler #black bat #robin #the signal #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #tim drake #stephenie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #duke thomas

[freakystrashdump]

Do you have any snippets of info or behind curtains lore that you're willing to share? Any Belos and/or Selena crumbs? 🥺🙏

HmmmMMM so it's very iffy on how much I can say and how much I want to remain a surprise for others, but I will try my best to blabber on here for ya :v

So it's no mystery that Belos and Selena are basically the somewhat more functional (and very much less violent) version of my own Priest and Salem, who have been a massive hyper-fixation since late 2019/early 2020. I talked before about how I instantly imprinted on Belos because he is so much of what I envisioned when I created Priest, they have a lot of characteristics they share and a lot of backstory elements that are super similar.

I have spoiled some stuff inadvertently on this blog, because at the time I was developing everything, I wasn't sure I was going to be writing a fic yet, so some things are less of a surprise than others

Now, as for more in detail, fun lore stuff for this, lets go under a read-more, because maybe some peeps don't want me spoiling stuff hehe.

Something that a lot of people have caught on, and I am very happy they did, was that Elsewhere and Elsewhen is gonna be real big for Selena and Belos. I did one fun comic on the topic, and I put the "time shenanigans" tag on the fic, but where people started catching on was around chapter four, after introducing grandma Isabella, and where two things were mentioned: That Belos had a very short infatuation with Isabella upon meeting her, and that, as Isabella puts it, "Selena looks more and more like her every day"

And it's one of the main plot points in the story which I planed very early, it's the reason for Belos' obsession in the first place, and I can't wait to write it all out. I have some bits and pieces already written out. I also plan to do a side-fic of his POV as well, around the time this part of the story finally comes around. And let me tell you, Philip is one fun, deluded guy to write for! A little spoilery snippet for ya:

Some other stuff I am so excited about:

The Oracle aspect of Selena coming more in to play. It has been mostly pushed to the side except for little snippets here and there, however oracle magic is gonna be much more significant. Especially the spirit sensitivity that comes with it, and even the way I plan to change the canon near the end of season 2.

I actually started planing out a very different way the story would progress when season 2 just ended, which I already scraped because it just wouldn't fit anymore. It was supposed to be a very heartwrenching betrayal, especially on Belos' part, because in this version, in an attempt to purge Selena of the "inherent evil of magic", he forced a specialized sigil on her that locked away all her magic. Then the finale happened, Selena was dragged to the human realm (she was there along with him because he had every intention of taking her with him now that she was "cured"), and she was forced to adapt to a life without magic, and without Belos.

I can share snippets of this, since this storyline is now completely scrapped (also Philip regained his human form here, we didn't know yet that he was stuck in goop form haha)

The only saving grace I did give him in this version is that he was afraid the sigil would fail and hurt her, and his failsafe was the guhya skin. So his redemption did come in the form of him letting her know this later on and removing it, letting her magic come back.

Ah...I don't know what much more I could share. If some specific little things interest you, I could focus on that if I can, but like my mind is too scattered haha.

I'll leave you with this little doodle I did a looong while back ;)

#the oracle bakery #magical ask of freaky #spoilers #aGH every time I edit this the [readmore] moves a paragraph lower fuck you tumblr

[inconspicouslurker]

My headcanons why Oracles didn't foresee the Day of Unity.

We all thought about it. How odd it is that a whole track of magic, a track that has fortune telling as part of its expertise, didn't know the true intentions of the Day of Unity.

From my very lack of research, from my understanding, celestial bodies and phases have an influence on fortune telling. Now, I don't know what an eclipse would do as an effect, but I'm going to ignore the eclipse part of things.

My reasoning, is well...the spell itself. We learn that Belos learned it from the Collector. Which I'm taking as its a Archivist spell not a Titan/Isle/Witches spell. We know that the Titans spell/roar can negate Archivist abilities (all or some), but I have a hunch that Archivist can cancel out Titans too (some spells). I think a lot of their (Titans and Archivist) abilities and spells just cancel eachother out and they are pretty much at a standstill if there's no outside help. I mean, the Draining spell had no issues being cast nor The Collector changing the landscape and doing whatever they pleased. So perhaps the draining spell can doing something similar to an EMP that kills off any foreseeing once it hits that timeline.

The other reason, and the reason I'm leaning heavily one, is the Collector themselves. The kid is a child of the stars, and quite literally a celestial body. If fortune telling is heavily rely on celestial bodies and phases, then I think a living breathing, wild card of a celestial body just created a huge static on future readings for the Day of Unity and following until they left and taking his influences with them.

If some powerful skilled oracles do manage to see anything and try to warn people, I think they be treated as human realm crazy doomsday sayers. The ones that hold signs of "the end is near!". "A new god will descend on us and transform our land and way of life as we know it to something different!" Oracles who did this, were considered crazy and not taken seriously before they Belos had them removed. So if an oracle do manage they may just stay quiet as to not seem crazy and taken out of the picture.

However I believe for most, theres a "celestial interference" -Static (The collector emerging) that keeps them from foreseeing.

I find Odalia in cahoots with Belos so odd. Why would he include her? It been mention that Odalia foresaw everything and Belos promise her everything she wanted from ruining it. Which seem even more strange to me. If Belos was afraid his plan he been working on for centuries be ruined by an oracle with a blabbermouth...he would just make that little problem disappear like all the other oracles.

I do think Belos could use Odalia favor for the products, So it is a possibly she just saw the future and was like, hey lets me make a deal with this guy that wants us all dead, but hey, he let me and my family live because I'm not opposing him. Odalia is vicious and cruel and cunning. She do whatever it takes for her and her family to survive and Belos might see that. I personally don't headcanon it, because not even the Golden Guard, which would be the closest person for Belos to confine in beside The Collector who already knows about everything, knew his true intentions. So to a Belos be like "Oh. okay, to Odalia seem like a stretch. The whole Odalia knowing and Belos knowing she knows or straight telling her is just a weird piece of information. But it also not to far off from my own head canon that i'm about to mention again below.

So the only thing I can work make Odalia work with Belos is mention on my previous post. She intuitive and with the ever increasing large supply of abomtrons figured it out. Belos wanted/need the abomtrons have a way to entrap the witched at the head during the spell to work properly. (cue copy and paste)

So Belos manipulated Odalia. He good at telling people what they want to hear. I'm pretty sure he told Odalia point blank, a lot of witches will die during the Day of Unity but only the worthy and the faithful to the Titan will survive. It's the Titan will. You don't want to go against his will do you?" Essentially trapping her to keep the secret. It worked. She was terrified She has to stay silent, if she spoke of it, she unworth and unfaithful which would mark her for death. But Belos still can't chance her if she risk being brave by telling people that would start an uprising. So he promise her all something she always desired if she stay quiet. Higher status. What higher than being royalty of the new world of the faithful and worthy?

These are all just my headcanons, that others might find interesting?

Odalia, and other oracles may have been able to see the future for the Day of Unity. Who knows. I do not think that's the case. I think there would been a larger or more groups of rebel forces for example, or doom sayers. Hopefully, I didn't ramble to much and it was coherent as I'm insanely tired and heading to bed now.

Please do a shoutout if you doing a fic or something with my headcanon, as I am using these headcanons in my own fic but haven't gotten to that chapter yet.

#owl house #the owl house #toh #toh headcanon #the owl house headcanon #day of unity #toh oracle magic

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Ok I don’t know if this counts as a story concept or idea correctly but maybe something about Cassandra from the Iliad? Obsessed with her lately <3

First of all that ABSOLUTELY counts thank you I had a wonderful time writing this, secondly now I too am obsessed with her!!! thirdly this is less Iliad focused and slightly more Oresteia play focused and actually mostly just me making up lore, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Remember when Cassandra stood outside Agamemnon’s palace, knowing her doom waited inside? Of course you do.  She was a slave by then and yet she still would not come down from the chariot, not until Clytemnestra stopped demanding it and went inside.  She screamed, then, at the walls, at the gods, at the chorus, yet she never asked why because she already knew: she knew of cruelty and selfishness, of how the gods had never loved mortals, or if they had it wasn’t in a way mortals could understand.  Instead she asked how, how they could do such a thing, how such evil could grow in their hearts and the souls of men.  She got no answer back, but she didn’t really need one.  How is perhaps the least important question to ask. 

Cassandra had made a mistake once – she had thought she loved a god, then realised she didn’t. Apollo hadn’t taken her change of mind lightly and so her oracles were never taken seriously again.  She screamed until her voice was gone that there were Greeks inside the horse, that the city was doomed, that her family would die before her eyes, but no one listened.  Troy fell, again.  Cassandra was ripped from the statue of Athena.  Ajax was punished for the sacrilege but his death brought no relief for the girl.  This is what is remembered.    

Cassandra was wry, bitter but no more than she deserved to be.  She was brave and hated that she had to be.  She was funny and honest and stubborn.  This is what is forgotten.    

(Cassandra likes wearing cable-knit sweaters.  Her ringlets, once blonde, now dyed dark, cover her eyes.  She plans meals.  She wraps her arms around her bare knees and misses her brothers, yes even Paris, even after all he brought down on them all, even after she was the first to see Hector’s battered flaccid body brought back within the city walls.  Sometimes she still cries herself to sleep.  She wishes she weren’t brave enough to let herself do it, but she is). 

Clytemnestra struck Cassandra down, her corpse crumpling beside Agamemnon’s.  She still did not ask how when she opened her eyes again in another doomed city.  She would never know how.  And she had no need to ask why, she could well understand.  Of course Apollo had not been done with her.  Of course she was cursed to be doomed again, and again, and again until the final city in the world freezes over and all that’s left is silence. 

(Cassandra writes emails to her landlord telling him about the mould and the way the gas isn’t starting up.  She grumbles to herself about the long walk to the bins outside, especially when the ground is frozen over). 

Some tragic girls live the same tragedy over and over again, you see.  They wouldn’t be themselves without their death, without the glance backwards or the closed up tomb.  But Cassandra was always a strange one, always special, always hovering between story subject and storyteller, and so she must live different dooms each time.  In a way, she supposes in idle moments when she’s prone to self-reflection, she always knew it would be this way.  Her bones told her so. 

“The ruins were built by giants,” someone told Cassandra later, much later (perhaps fatter perhaps taller perhaps different hair but still Cassandra) and she almost laughed.  To think a people she once knew could be so fully forgotten, she thought to herself as she browsed among the figs.  But “one day giants will tear down these walls too,” was all she said.  She still couldn’t help her prophecies, she had always tried to suppress them but somehow they slipped out.  People thought she was bad luck, or a curse, or not right in the head, or even just strange if well-meaning, she learnt not to care too much.  It didn’t matter what they thought, none of them ever believed her.  Years later the city was destroyed in a siege by a nation of great power, men called giants for the strength they wielded over the surrounding lands.  See? She’s learning.  When people are called witches she’s never accused of being one, her strange sayings just obtuse enough that no one ever connects her with the truth.  This is how she survives, even as she is killed every lifetime.  The gods don’t want this, they don’t want her to survive.  But she learns and she changes and that is what survival is.         

(Cassandra no longer fears the gods, she has learnt to trick and twist just as they do, she lives so many different lives just as they do, she knows what they are now.  Powerful people, but people nonetheless.  They can be caught and fooled and brought low.  Mankind stopped believing in the mountain so the gods walk among humanity now, slipping easily in among the masses, mostly unnoticed and unknown.  But Cassandra knows.  She believes in them, but she doesn’t let it matter.  The gods shudder in fear of this, and Cassandra sits on the floor in her kitchen and separates whites from darks). 

Cassandra died a thousand times in a thousand lost cities.  She still handed out her prophecies for all to hear, and still no one ever listened.  When she could, however, she did more than just soothsay.  No one else may believe her visions, but she did and she made plans.  One city fell in fire and she pulled a child from the flames, sent him to wander dazed down to the buildings left safe by the river.  Another was taken by the flood, and yet all of Cassandra’s family in that lifetime was safe at the top of a tower that would not fall.  “I will not watch my brothers die again,” she hissed, even as she was pulled beneath the churning waters herself.  Everything she did, she smiled sweetly at the gods and spat in their faces.  Prophesying little Cassandra, meant to die unchanged and unchanging.  As frozen in her story as tragic girls always are.  But people lived because of her and she wielded that like a sword.  You give a girl knowledge, what do you think she’s going to do with it? Really, the gods should have known better. 

(Cassandra reads in cafes when she has time.  She rubs her eyes a lot out of habit, and she’s recently started making up puns.  She’s angry, all tragic girls are angry, but she was always different, always special.  She doesn’t just know the story, she tells the story.  Even if no one listens, that will always mean something). 

Cassandra’s gonna get revenge one day.  She passes each day and each lifetime with vengeance thrumming in her chest and she never tells another soul.  The gods can see it coming, they’re afraid of it, they’re afraid of her.  Apollo made a mistake, you see, in bringing her back.  He let her twist a tale where she became something new and maybe no one else believes it but she believes it and that’s enough.  They can see it coming but they don’t know anything about it.  They don’t know how, or what or when.  They won’t figure it out until the day it happens.  They shake and tremble and quake in their ignorance. 

Oh, but Cassandra knows. 

#my writing #cassandra #christmas story asks #also this made me think of Cass your best girl Cass from batfam

[havendance]

Scattered Batman: War Games thoughts

It honestly wasn't as bad as I was afraid it was going to be. Don't get me wrong, there were a lot of parts that were bad, but it also moved at a quick pace and I have definitely read comics that were way more of a chore to get through

Still way too much torture though. I purposefully skipped all the scenes where Steph got tortured but other people also got tortured in this and why is there just so much?

I do like that Bruce actually asked for help/called in the cavalry at the begining of the event rather than running around making things worse a bunch of times. Of course the only help he called in was Batgirl and Nightwing, but baby steps!

I actually enjoyed most of the entire first act of war games. It was focused mainly on chaos exploding on everyone being on the ropes and doing damage control. It was quick moving and I like seeing the bats on the ropes. Plus, there was the

I did like both Cass and Tim's storylines throughout.

And then of course, act II onwards just went downhill. Look, I wish Zeis had succeeded in killing Black Mask when he was disguised as Oprheus because he just sucks.

Anyway, I already talked about the torture stuff :/

The thing is, I think because I skipped the bad parts and I knew both that Steph was going to die and that she would eventually come back going into this arc, her death actually made me less made than say, Sarah Essen's death in No Man's Land which is in some ways much less egregious (I'm still annoyed about that). If I HAD been a comics reader in 2004 and not a possibly-illiterate child whose mom wouldn't let them read comics at that age anyway, I probably would've been pissed! But context is everything.

But to backtrack a little, Bruce was like "I was never going to implement the war games plan" but he also had Orpheus going undercover to get control of the hill? It certainly looks like you're laying the groundwork my dude. I mean, he still could have been planning to not go all the way and made the contingency plan in question recently, but still. Out of universe, it's clearly laying groundwork for the War Games event.

Hmm, what else did I want to bring up. Oh yeah. Bruce, trying to take control over the entire GCPD is definetly a major overstep. You deserve to be wanted by them after that. Seriously dude, you didn't even have control over the GCPD during No Man's Land where there was no goverment. Your whole stchick involves acting outside of the law. You can't just do that dude.

Also, him hijacking Oracle's systems was also an asshole move. I think it is interesting the way that they had the interection of the urban legend batman mythos with the event. He's out during the day, being captured on camera for the first time in ages and it's in the middle of a major disaster. Terrible PR all around. The batman is real and this is his fault. I do think that's a fun move.

I am here for Barbara beefing with Batman, he was a dick to you during the event! But also the whole tower blowing up thing at the end was clearly because it was required by editorial. You're telling me you don't have knockout gas or batgrade tasers in there? Your only option was to blow up your home base?

Like, he also was a major presence during No Man's Land, but that was No Man's Land.

Anyway, this was clearly an event that was designed to make some major changes to the status quo. I will probably have more opinions on these changes as I read more comics, but for some initial thoughts:

Batman & co wanted by the GCPD. I'm a big fan of this one. Make him have to face greater odds with fewer resources than he's used to!

Stephanie dead. Lame :/

The Birds of Prey no longer based in Gotham. I am tentatively optimistic about this. I did like the era of Oracle being a key player in Gotham, but her being an idependent force not tied to them is defintely something she deserves! Of course, if this just results in her being exiled to Birds of Prey rather than playing a major role in the rest of the universe that'd be disappointing.

(Of course I also primarily only read Bat books, so uh, I don't think I'd see this either way.)

Tim and Cass in their Blüdhaven era: why not? I've heard good things about this.

Black Mask being a key play: grump grump grump I don't like him.

#batman: war games #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

[an-aura-about-you]

Tell us who's Enya :D

I shall!

Enya is a character in the Lightlark book Nightbane. She is friends with Oro, the king of Lightlark, and has known him since they were children. This means that she's well over 500 years old. This isn't such an unusual thing in Lightlark, but I do want to mention this to put the next part into context.

On the day Enya was born, her mother was told that one of the Oracles had a message for her, and that message was that she knew the exact day and manner of Enya's death. With Enya at her breast, literally hours old at most at this point, her mother was like, "Well, are you going to tell me?" So the Oracle did. And when she thought Enya was old enough to handle it, she offered her the choice to learn this information as well. Enya said yes, so she has known her end ever since she was a child.

Enya is an organizer. She likes to spend time planning and most of what she does in Nightbane is helping Isla get her shit together now that the curses have ended. Isla didn't even really have to ask; Enya jumped at the chance and even takes the initiative at some points to get shit done. I'd argue that, from what little I've seen of her, she's probably one of the most suitable characters to be a ruler and it's a crime that she's not.

Enya is a Sunling, which means any power she might have is drawn from the Sun or related to fire. Extremely skilled Sunlings also have the power to gild things. (Yes, this does mean potential Midas touch horror, and this is something Oro has accidentally done.) As of this point in the book, around or more than 75% completed, we haven't seen Enya use any Sunling powers the way Oro has. (Or if we did I was distracted by other shit.) During the events of Lightlark when the curses were in place, Sunlings were cursed so they could not go out into the Sun without turning to ash. This means for the past 500 years, Enya has either been nocturnal or forced to spend all her waking hours indoors like the rest of the Sunlings.

Enya has a little friend group with Oro and some other people and has mentioned she's dated some women over the years, but she's never taken a wife because she feels it wouldn't be fair to put the emotional burden of knowing when and how she's going to die on a partner. While the only certain thing about her orientation is that she is sapphic, given that Aster took the time to write that Cleo has had both men and women as partners because we as readers can't possibly conceive of a bisexual person NOT having multiple partners of more than one gender, it's likely safe to assume that Enya is written with the intention that she is a lesbian.

My head is having trouble retaining a description of her, but what I seem to remember is red hair and a bunch of freckles. Each realm has a signature color to wear and culturally it's weird not to wear your color, but I can't remember off the top of my head if Sunlings wear gold or yellow or if both would be acceptable.

#and that's what I got #somebody write Enya's story

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 8:

The following day, you saw everybody off with Mr Carson and you turned around to face him.

“Are you off to bed now Mr (L/N)?” He asked.

“I am, yes.”

“Very well, goodnight.”

Nodding your head you walked inside and to your room, changing out of your uniform and into normal suit, you walked into the shadows.

You appeared by the side of the building and looked around the place.

“It’s coming together rather well.” You said.

“General!”

The man stopped walking and turned to face you, his hands clasped behind his back.

“General?” You asked.

“Yes sir, we are to call you captain now. It has been announced by the main camp in America that the demigods are most likely at war, and you are the general.”

“By who?”

“Chiron has announced the Oracle has a rather cryptic message, but clearly labelled you as the general in this situation. He’s in the big house.”

“Thank you…?”

“Leon sir.”

“Thank you Leon.”

You made your way to the half built large White House and inside you walked to the only finished room.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the Oracle?” You asked.

“I knew you’d be coming here soon enough, I wanted to wait.”

Chiron handed you over the paper.

“The son of hades as general, the army will gather on each side? Why is it always so cryptic?”

“I couldn’t tell you, but you know she only gives out quests.”

“This isn’t a quest.”

Chiron shook his head with a heavy sigh.

“No. It’s a warning.”

“I see…”

Setting the paper down you looked at the blueprints for the new camp.

“Right now your father has given the protection it needs, barriers to keep us safe and for uninvited people to pass through without seeing a thing. Even invited they’ll see the Pegasi as normal horses, anything remotely related to the gods will have a reasonable explanation.”

“I see, very kind of him.”

“Zeus is aware and agreed it was best.”

“That’s shocking news, Zeus does not agree with gods getting involved with their children.”

There was a loud crackle of thunder.

“No, he does not. And he does not agree with you saying that.” Chiron chuckled.

You smiled a little and sighed, pushing yourself away from the table.

“It’s coming together quickly.”

“They’re working tirelessly to build it, right now they’re taking a days break, some of gone to a fair nearby if you’ve heard about it.”

You remember what Thomas said last night, and pushed it to the back of your mind.

“Yes, my men have gone there today as well.”

“You did not want a break?” He asked.

“I haven’t the time Chiron, there’s too much going on. How many cabins are built?”

“Nearly all of them, they want to know whether to build one’s of the big three?”

“I suppose we have too. I’m the only child of the big three, just have them build a small one for my fathers honour in thanks for his protection of this camp. As well as small ones for Zeus and Poseidon. After the cabins, we need the training grounds finished.”

“I agree, I’ve already told them this.”

You nodded your head, and you walked to the steps of the big house, and the centaur followed you, standing next to you.

“We’re bringing as many as we can. The rest arrive in the next few days, we have others coming too, at my request.”

“Thank you Chiron. Once everything’s done, we need to begin with the preparations.”

“We need to draft up battle plans and begin forging armour, weapons and creating medicines.” He said.

“Medicines and armour first. Ares children for the weapons, I’m sure they’d be eager. Apollo’s children for medicines, let everybody else partake in making armour, they will need various sizings. I believe Athena’s children would be best at the battle plans, but tell them to bring all drafts to you, me and you will finalise them.”

“Of course.”

Chiron looked at you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Try not to think about it right now, just think of it as training.”

“How can I? I know there is something out there coming Chiron.”

“And worrying about it will do you no good.”

“I am the general, the son of hades himself, it is my job to ensure the safety of as many people as possible. Everything must be ready as soon as possible, then if nothing happens we can take a break.”

Chiron went to say something, and you were both interrupted by a younger Demigod running over, slightly battered.

“Monsters near the fair!”

“I’ll go.”

You ran away and jumped into the shadows, you heard your pocket watch ticking as you slowly began to move around, hand in your pocket.

You made yourself invisible and you began to jog through the fair.

You couldn’t keep this up long, and you needed to find the monsters soon.

You glanced at the guardsmen’s and Servants having fun, playing tug of war and you kept running, and you sensed it.

Death.

Dying.

So you followed it and you ran over to a bridge and stood on it, drawing the coin from your pocket.

“General!” One yelled.

“Go back to camp all of you!”

They nodded and picked up their injured friends and they rushed away.

There was one monster left, a Cyclopes and you looked at him.

“I see you’re one of the demented ones, I’ll make easy work of you.”

You flipped the coin in your hand, and it grew into a golden sword that you caught.

Twirling the hilt between your fingers, shadows licked at the edge of your blade as you looked at the monster.

It looked back and took a swing for you.

Jumping up on the edge of the bridge, you ran along it and jumped off, swiping the monsters knees making it drop.

It cried out in pain, and you jumped back as it tried to hit you again.

You couldn’t get close enough to land a safe attack, and you were punched back into the trees.

Coughing a little bit, you stood back up, brushing some dirt from your clothes and blood from your lip, you gripped your sword tightly and charged.

The monster roared and went to attack you, and you vanished, appearing it behind you threw the monster, killing it instantly.

Taking a deep breath, you spat some blood on the floor and grimaced, pulling out the glass bottle from your pocket, you fold the golden liquid and coughed, leaning over the edge of the bridge.

You watching Jimmy go running from under it and you hide yourself again, and you slowly walked down, standing hidden to listen to what was going on.

There was a ringing in your ears and you immediately showed yourself making them stop.

“This is hardly a fair fight.” You said.

They all glanced at you and you looked down at Thomas.

“This ain’t nothing to do with you.” One snapped.

“Oh it does, you see I owe this man a favour. And I simply cannot have you two ganging up on him.”

You stepped under the bridge, a hand in your pocket you felt the coin return itself.

They shoved Thomas to the ground and the looked at one another.

“Don’t look at each other.” You sneered.

You took another step forward.

“Look at me.”

They went to hit Thomas, and you grabbed one of them mens hands, pulling it back, holding it in a vice like grip.

“Look at me!” You yelled.

Both men looked at you with wide eyes.

You shoved the one you were holding into the other.

“If you want a fight then let’s fight.”

“(Y/N)… don’t…” thomas gasped out.

You took your jacket off and draped it over him.

“Look after that.”

You turned around and ducked under the fist aimed for your head, and you pushed him.

You put your hands into your pockets of your trousers.

Thomas watched you carefully, wondering if what he was seeing was right.

You spun around one of the men’s attacks, you back to his, and you ducked under another punch, stepping past a kick.

It was like you weren’t even thinking about it, simply just acting on pure instinct.

Spinning around, you took a hand out of your pocket, pushing one of the men’s arms making him falling into the water, and you the others wrist, pulling him around you, you slammed his back against the wall.

You watch as the both scrambled back up.

“Get out of my sight, the pair of you.”

“Or what?!”

You walked over, backing them to the exit of the under bridge.

You stared into their eyes.

“I will send you down to the deepest depths of the underworld…”

You pointed up, and they looked up, finding a few of the demigods from before crouching on the bridge with their weapons drawn.

They slowly backed away and ran, and you flicked your eyes up, giving a small nod of your head.

They nodded back and they left.

You turned around and walked over, kneeling down your grabbed your jacket and pulled it on.

You reached out and touched the side of his face with a heavy frown, and he let out a grunt of pain.

“It’s not like you to get into fights Thomas Barrow…”

He didn’t say anything and you looked around before looking back to him, taking a look at his injuries.

You pulled out your handkerchief and pressed it just under his nose.

You coughed a bit into your palm, looking at the blood you chose to ignore it and he looked at you.

You heard voices and looked up, taking his hand you pressed it to hold the handkerchief.

“I have to leave, no one knows I’m here. Say nothing…” you whispered.

You stood up and looked at him one more time before you took a few steps backwards and jogged out from under the bridge, looking up you took a few steps and ran, jumping.

Thomas watched so you were pulled up and vanished from sight and just as you left everyone came rushing over to him.

“You are badly hurt sir.” A demigod said.

“I’ll shadow travel us, come on.”

You shadow travelled your small group back to the camp and you were greeted by one of Apollo’s children ushering you to cot and immediately began looking you over.

“Nothing serious, it’s already slowly healing. Did someone already give you medicine?” He asked.

“Chiron has sent me over a load yes, I had some on me. Though I drank the whole bottle, is that bad?”

“I would advise drinking against the whole bottle general, but no as long as it was the one that’s fine.”

You nodded your head.

“Why are you turning the ambrosia into liquid?” You asked.

“It’s easier and quicker to consume in a pinch sir.”

You nodded your head.

“Can I ask something?”

He nodded and you sat up, pulling your shirt back on.

“Ambrosia cannot be given to humans, but, can you make me something that can ease pain, bruising and swelling for a normal human?” You asked.

“Actually I already have something, here.”

He handed it over.

“The others told me about the man under the bridge, they assumed him a friend of yours and I had this made up. He’ll have no issues with it, he will be tired and may feel nauseous but that’s it.”

You nodded your head and slipped the purple bottle into your pocket, and you carried on getting ready, wincing at your agitated the pain in your back

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