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#Jason Wolfe
yendts · 2 months
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it’s not his fault he was raised by wolves
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audhd-nightwing · 1 year
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jason: *bites someone who grabbed him during capture the flag*
piper: what the fuck, were you raised by wolves?
jason: …yes
leo: oh gods please tell me you’re joking
frank: no, he’s serious- you have to prove your strength at the Wolf House before they let you into Camp Jupiter
jason: yeah i was left there when i was two
frank, who went at sixteen: you were WHAT
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mothmoira · 21 days
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you think coming out as gay is hard? try telling people Jason Grace is one of your favorite pjo characters. then see how much acceptance you get from the "tolerant" left
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Derek: Did you have a good day?
Isaac: Yes.
Stiles: No.
Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up.
Derek: So, you had a good day?
Isaac: Yes.
Stiles: No.
Isaac, to Stiles: Shut up!
Derek, to Isaac: You were meant to make sure he got some sleep.
Isaac: I made sure he got some sleep.
Stiles: He knocked me unconscious.
Isaac: It’s the same thing!
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oifaaa · 6 months
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trick or treat! 🎃
Heres a treat
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fourmenmarching · 5 months
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heeeeeeyyyyyyyy
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incorrectbatfam · 1 year
Conversation
Tim: We shouldn’t have come! I knew it, we shouldn’t have come.
Jason: We had to! There’s safety in numbers.
Tim: Well, there’s also death in numbers, Jason——it’s called a massacre!
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Ok but Jason grace having to like kill ppl.
Killing demigods for Lupa that didn’t pass the tests. Killing for the legion to keep order.
He’s a kid and doesn’t rlly understand the gravity of his actions. People died all the time in the Wolf House and legion.
It was only fair… right?
He didn’t have to do it much any more now he was older, but no one ever said ‘hey that’s messed up’
Until he met the 7
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thinkingjasico · 4 months
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I'll just leave this here
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rennyspamz · 1 month
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pspspsps has anyone been hunting for an orchestra boot for falsettos?
don’t tell anyone i told you guys, but…
act one: https://youtu.be/OImGArm2sDw?si=HNWfawj7o1cBnSWc
act two: https://youtu.be/NcMg54jD18Q?si=n3tL8RtAVpVGTGWS
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ostentums · 2 months
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Bruce: so you lied to me?
Jason: that depends how you define lying.
Bruce: i define it as not telling the whole truth. how do you define it?
Jason: reclining... your body... in a horizontal position?
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nepobabyeurydice · 7 months
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the wolf house is a metaphor. It has a reflecting pool but the pool is empty. There is a house but it has been burned down. There are wolves but no pack. The house is rotting but the woods all around them is pristine. somewhere in there lies two lost heroes and only one has people looking for him
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wolfjackle-creates · 2 months
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Emapthy Verse
Part 7
Story Summary: Jazz is struggling as the only liminal in Gotham. Interactions with regular humans just feel so hollow when she's used to the dual sense of language and projected empathy from ghosts and liminals.
But everything changes when she literally runs into another liminal on the way to the library. Maybe she can make this work after all.
Jason just has so many questions.
Parts 1-6
Word Count: 1k
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Jason exited the bus at Jazz’s side in Elmerton; it looked like your average small Midwest town. Across the street from the bus station was a cafe and Jazz grinned at him as she took his hand and pulled him over to it.
“I can’t believe we’re almost home! I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.” <excited, happy>
Jason pulled on her hand to bring her closer so he could kiss her cheek. He sent back his own <happy, curious>. “You sure I’m gonna make a good impression?”
Jazz rolled her eyes. “Danny will give you a hard time. But that’s just because I’ve dated some real jerks in the past so he automatically doesn’t trust anyone I bring home. His behavior will be a reflection on me, not you.” Her <exacerbation> filled every word.
<concern, righteous anger> “Is there anyone I have to beat up? You know I’m good for it.”
She laughed and projected her <gratitude, amusement, don’t you dare>. “If you even try, I’ll kick you out to spend Thanksgiving at Wayne Manor.”
Jason shuddered. <horror> “Right, no searching out your exes.”
He felt a <delight, good to see you> that felt so different from Jazz that he stopped in his tracks. But Jazz kept hold of his hand and was waving widely with her free hand as she dragged Jason into the cafe. “Angela, Trisha! You’re here!”
Two girls—one with dark brown hair, the other with light brown hair—were waving back just as exuberantly. Both were dressed for the November chill and had rolling suitcases sitting by the corner table they’d taken.
Jason set down their bags against the wall as Jazz ran over to hug them. The strong emotions of <hello, happiness> filled the space. Jason was content to hang back and watch them, a small smile on his face.
Suddenly the lighter haired one broke the hug and spun to face him. “Woah! You just projected? Jazz, where’d you find this guy?”
Jazz grinned and settled back at Jason’s side, sliding an arm around his waist. “Gotham, can you believe it? I was so homesick and needing some good death-talk. I was maybe two weeks away from transferring somewhere that had at least two other Amity Parkers when I literally ran into him outside the public library. Instead I got to stay and got a boyfriend out of it.”
“How could you!” screamed the dark-haired one. But she was projecting <relief, happy-for-you>. “You haven’t talked to us for months! We’ve been worried about you all by yourself. And here you are, just waltzing back with a boyfriend you never bothered to mention.”As she finished, a thread of <frustration> did work itself into her emotions.
Jazz frowned and sent back <I’m sorry>. “Honestly, I wanted to. But Jason here didn’t know anything about liminality. So I didn’t want to talk about him until he got used to that. And my courses have been hell. I’ve so many projects constantly.”
<annoyance, forgiven> “Just don’t forget us again, okay? Hello, Jason. I’m Angela and this is Trisha. We’re both studying at Ohio State. We’re high school friends of Jazz’s.”
Jason shook both their hands. “I’m Jason. Not in school at the moment, but I work odd jobs around Gotham.”
“You should think about enrolling,” commented Jazz. “You’ve mentioned how you wanted to study literature when you were younger.”
Jason grimaced and knew he was failing to hold back his <uncertainty, dread>. “I’d need to finish a GED first. And my jobs are keeping me real busy. Not sure I’d be able to spare the time to go to class.”
Trisha cut through the awkwardness with a laugh and <tired>. “Well, classes are killer. I’m almost regretting going to college right now.”
Jason laughed as well <thanks>. “Honestly, seeing this one”—he nudged Jazz—“and her workload is making me reconsider my former college aspirations.”
“Mr. Baxter isn’t going to be here for another hour,” said Angela. “Get yourselves a drink and something to eat and join us.”
“Has anyone else arrived?” asked Jazz.
“Oh yeah. With your arrival, there’s a good dozen of us in Elmerton right now. No one else from our grade, though.”
Jason kissed Jazz’s temple. “Take a seat; catch up with your friends. I’ll go order us drinks. Any requests?”
Jazz sent him a wave of <gratitude>. “Tea and a scone.”
The barista’s smile was strained when he went up to place their order. But she was professional and only asked what he wanted. Behind him, he could feel the excitement between Jazz and her friends as they began debating Thanksgiving day traditions.
While waiting for their order, he heard the employee whisper to her coworker, “More Amity Parkers.” She used the same tone someone from Metropolis might say “Gothamite” and Jason bristled.
He must’ve let something leak, because Jazz, without turning to look, sent a forceful <don’t>.
Jason rolled his eyes and huffed. <fine>
She reiterated the silent order. Through their silent communication, her conversation with her friends didn’t so much as pause. But the <amusement> from the other two women was quite clear.
The barista who handed him his orders squeaked as she called out his name.
It took all of Jason’s willpower to keep from raising his eyebrow at her and give a simple, “Thanks.” If the muffled laugh from Jazz was anything to go by, though, he wasn’t as successful at holding back the <really?> that he was feeling.
Jazz had told him about Bruce’s visit. Maybe he could learn how to hold back his feelings, too.
But he pushed the thought to the side. For now, he wanted to focus on the upcoming meeting with Jazz’s family. And what better way to practice than by meeting her friends?
He sat down next to his girlfriend and flashed the other girls a smile. “So, do you have any good stories about Jazz from high school?”
They burst out laughing while Jazz feigned offense. Jazz’s friends were more than happy to tell him about the things Jazz and her brother had gotten up to during their high school years.
Jason, in turn, told them about her time in Gotham. Including the time Batman and Nightwing paid her a visit in her dorm room and freaked out her roommate. They thought it was hysterical that Jazz was now in a single because housing had no idea what else to do with her.
The hour wait for their transport passed so much more quickly than Jason had expected.
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moonlight-stalker · 4 months
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# Dc x Dp 150
Danny is turned into a big black dog and finds himself in Gotham where he is caught and put into a dog fighting ring, Robin and Red Hood end up breaking it up.
He is excited to see the average of the dead Danny decides that he will help Red Hood out as thank you for saving him ( not because he was fanboying about him ) while he waits to turn back.
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oifaaa · 6 months
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As requested and paid for by the lovely @the-dracologist Jason from the Vampire au adult wolf form - ft Damian for size reference
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fourmenmarching · 9 months
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why does he have to throw like that ……..
this took 9 hours pray for my hand
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