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moneyndior · 2 months

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୧ ׅ𖥔you’ll never find nobody better than me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH; i have loser!luke x reader thoughts

tags/warnings: fem!reader, tooth rotting fluff, reader says something slightly suggestive twice at the end, small creepy comments mention, teasing!reader, whipped!luke, hints at aphrodite!reader, hints at reader being popular, separate blurbs/headcanons, LONG‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: do not expect this to be coherent lmfao i just woke up from a 4 hour nap and had ideas. also shout out to artemis for telling me to write this ily oomf

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—loser!Luke absolutely looks over to you before answering a question for your reassurance.

“can you help me, luke?” a younger hepaestus kid asked. you and luke finally had alone time—away from your friends and away from his siblings. a huff left your lips as you crossed your arms, a sassy expression sure, but that comes naturally to you.

luke opened his mouth, ready to agree. it was his calling, to keep up the golden child reputation he had at camp. but for some reason, he hesitated. luke’s eyes shifted toward yours, back to the kid, then back to you. like he was asking you if he could go—like all his free will was thrown out the window.

as much as you’d like to preach that you didn’t like it—that you’d much rather luke be his own person—you couldn’t. a snicker left your throat as you nodded. luke’s eyes shinned with appreciation, a small smile on his face as he turned his attention to the kid.

“yeah, sure. c’mon.” luke mumbled before kissing you on the cheek, following the kid as the 12 year old frantically explained the situation.

—loser!Luke who gets weak in the knees whenever you noticed him. even if you two just made eye contact.

“it’s getting to be painful to watch you looking at her, dude.” chris said from beside luke. they both watched as your sisters braided your hair. one put a flower in your hair, making luke’s heart race a little faster. the flower on your ear made you look even prettier. it’s no surprise every other guy at camp is fawning over you.

“will you shut up?” luke asked, his face scrunched up as he diverted his attention away from you for only a split second to look over to his friend. “it’s not that bad.”

all luke got in response was silence. he shifted his weight left to right, rolling his shoulders with his arms crossed. he waited very impatiently for chris to answer.

“did you come to your senses yet? is the realization hitting now?” his friend asked, eyebrows raised. he spoke with a chuckle and a mischievous look in his eyes. luke clenched his jaw as he blinked, looking away from him.

“look, she isn’t busy. she probably thinks you’re a creepy stalker.” chris added, rubbing salt onto the wound. maybe now realization would hit luke. and it did. hard.

he could be ruining his chances with you because he’s too much of a loser to muster up the courage to even say hi! goddamnit—what kind of demi-god is he?

chris nudged the curly haired boy before quickly pointing in your direction. luke followed his finger before your eyes locked with his.

he felt his knees slightly buckle, being the first out of the two of you to break eye contact. ‘shit,’ was the only think echoing in his mind. ‘way to go, luke. go on you for looking like the biggest loser in front of y/n. awesome.’ he thought, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly fled the scene.

“he’s cute.” “who? luke? y’know—he’s like, totally in love with you, y/n.” “i know.”

—loser!Luke who takes the title of ‘y/n’s boyfriend.’ like seriously….he takes real pride in it.

“you’re y/n’s boyfriend, right?” damn fuckin’ right he is. forget luke castellan—that’s boring. y/n’s boyfriend has a much better ring to it. he’s yours before he’s human.

he felt a weird sense of pride wash over him whenever another camper asked him that. it doesn’t matter if he’s asked it once, twice, or even a thousand times. luke’ll always get a grin on his face as he nods.

getting a question like that just meant he gets to brag about how he’s dating the prettiest girl at camp—the prettiest girl to ever walk this planet.

“yeah. y’know it’s actually our anniversary soon and i was wondering-“ and there he goes, on another tangent about his plans to surprise you. because he only wants the best for you. blah, blah, blah. luke’s just so whipped it makes everyone sick.

percy literally fake gags anytime luke finishes a rant about how pretty you looked last night at the campfire and how gorgeous your eyes were then.

—loser!Luke who took one week and three days to finally talk to you.

he felt his sibling shove him in your direction when his back was turned, causing him to stumble toward you. luke’s head snapped back toward them, watching them laugh with a few other hermes kids.

“you alright?” your voice sounded sweet like honey to him. it wasn’t rough, it was possibly the smoothest, nicest voice he’d ever heard. and luke has spoken to a lot of people.

he tripped over his feet as he tried to straighten his back, rolling his shoulders before crossing his arms. luke cleared his throat, nodding. “yeah. ‘m alright.”

a giggle left your throat at his reaction. out of all the guys that you’ve flirted with—luke stuck out for some reason. maybe it was because he was genuinely flustered at the sight of you. that’s different than the usual corny pickup lines or the way-too-intimate complimenting.

“luke, right? it’s nice to finally put a face on a name.” you said, a chuckle in your voice as you smiled. your smile was so much brighter up close. luke was about to answer, until his words finally processed in his head.

you knew his name. you know who he was before this. did you hear good things about him? bad things? did you hear that he was the best swordsman here? did that impress you?

“uh, yeah. it’s nice to meet you too.” he managed to get out, his voice coming out a little quieter than he’d like.

“i love your hair, by the way.” you complimented him like it was nothing—like he wasn’t about to make it his whole personality. did you even know the hold you have on him?

“oh, thank you.” “you’re welcome.”

luke was ready to say something about your eyes, until your sibling cut him off.

“i have got to steal y/n. i am so sorry, luke!” “oh. that’s alright.”

it wasn’t alright, though. he wanted to keep talking to you—having your full attention on him was better than anything. luke just sighed before speaking to you once more, hoping to leave an impression.

“i’ll see you later, hopefully.”

“yeah, definitely.”

definitely. luke cannot wait for the time definitely comes around.

—loser!Luke who does anything and everything you ask of him.

“can you help me take off my shoes? my feet hurt!”

you whined, throwing yourself onto a log. luke furrowed his brows, more confused above all else. he snickered quietly as he seen you pout, sitting with a leg extended out toward him.

“can’t you do that yourself?” “can’t you do it f’me?”

luke shrugged, sarcastically rolling his eyes at your words. he kneeled down in front of you, beginning to untie the converse you had on.

“you look pretty like this, luke.”

he paused for a moment, his hands still gripping your shoe lace. luke’s lips tightened, his eyebrows twitching. he really didn’t know what to feel other than embarrassment.

“thank you.” he muttered before frantically trying to finish untying the shoe. luke quickly slipped it off, hearing you giggle at his expense.

“why’re you actin’ so shy? can i not compliment my boyfriend?” you teased further as he, once again, frantically tried to untie the other.

“stop it. ‘m tryna help you and this is how you reward me?” “i’ll reward you in a different way if you hurry.”

and goddamnit—hurry he did. even when you asked for him to carry you, he still did. luke is just some guy who’s madly in love with his girlfriend. even when he’s holding her shoes and carrying her bridal style to his cabin.

#— luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan x you #loser!luke #loser!luke x reader #moneyndior #my god his side profile is perfect #LUKE COME HOME #I MISS YOU #TGE BEDS GETTING COLD

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meggannn · 6 days

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hades 2 conversation dialogue my sister and i found interesting

SPOILERS obviously. my sister has been failing her runs on purpose to get more dialogue out of people. this post discusses dialogue that was not in the developer stream.

on hermes (mel and hecate are speaking about hermes and artemis at the start):

on melinoë, artemis, and the olympians:

on why mel is the only one who can kill chronos:

on hecate & mel's relationship:

on a secret order that mel is apart of:

on mel's job at the crossroads:

tension and secrets in the crossroads!!!!

when you give hypnos nectar:

(i wasn't fast enough to get his reply. hypnos says something like "zzzz... welcome to the.... zzzz"), then mel says:

other things i didnt screengrab:

hypnos: mel can remark to charon that hypnos is still asleep, charon says "arrghhh," and mel says "wait, he's of more use this way...?" possibly implying hypnos's sleep is not what it seems

nemesis: is uhhh kind of really mean!!!! she says something to mel along the lines of "you're upset you lost a family you don't remember? i KNEW my mom, all you did was be born"

moros: you can invite moros to the crossroads and he stands near the fated list far from everyone because nobody wants to talk to doom incarnate (odysseus in particular makes a point to say he'll stay away). iirc he introduces himself as "the bearer of bad news" which i find kind of clever but also a bit sad. if you give him nectar iirc he says nobody has given him a gift/offering before. aphrodite also notes that moros has made mel's acquaintance and calls him good-looking.

hephaestus: he criticizes your weapon's workmanship when you first meet him, then later takes it back and compliments it as very good, and says "just don't go spreading it around" to the olympians.

takeaways:

hermes is "missing" but he's on a mission for the war to find out what chronos is scheming

artemis (and hermes) didn't tell the olympians hecate has been raising a titan-killer (mel) and the olympians don't really believe she can do it but send her boons anyway, presumably figuring why not

only mel can enter the house of hades to challenge chronos, so that's why she needs to make this journey alone

hecate is rather sweet and mentorly with mel, but she gets exhausted and irritated when mel doubts herself. i didn't grab it but there's a bit where mel says if hecate had not held back, she knows she would've lost, and hecate snaps "you know?" asking mel why she puts limits on herself

mel, hecate, selene, and artemis are part of a secret order called the silver sisters that hermes also supports. olympus does not know about it. all these gods (save hermes) also have moon iconography in their designs

pretty sure moros will be romanceable. i think his and mel's interactions are very sweet, and aphrodite notes he's arrived and calls him good-looking, which reminded me of how she commented on thanatos to zag. no idea who might be a female romance option yet (i'm assuming there is one)

hephaestus boons are a lot of fun, per my sister

the big one: HECATE AND NEMESIS KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T??? hecate maybe knew an attack was coming and didn't do anything?? nyx is also confirmed to basically be not around though we don't know where she is. and hecate is something called a handmaiden??? is she meant to serve nyx? it now seems like the children of nyx are meant to serve hecate, and eris isn't doing that, but nemesis is playing guard duty begrudgingly. so maybe nemesis thinks hecate let the house be captured/destroyed for her own ends, possibly also to get nyx out of the picture, so nyx's children would serve her(?). maye nyx is also a silver sister and hecate is now in command at the crossroads/on earth, second only to selene?

#hades 2

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eyeheartboobiez · 4 months

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋😭

Jason Todd and ex girlfriend, Artemis Grace, spotted outside a club together just hours ago! May this old flame be finding its spark again? (8/20/2022 3:14 AM PT)

For months now, people have been buzzing after Gotham elite Jason Todd and singer Y/N Y/LN hinted at being in a relationship. Ever since this past March when they were initially spotted together, fans have done nothing short of obsessing over the two.

Artemis Grace, former girlfriend of Jason, had gotten into some hot water recently when insiders claimed that the singer had something to do with leaking Y/N’s unreleased track, Fantasize.

As mentioned in former articles, TMZ investigators came to the conclusion that Artemis was involved in publishing the song as a way of “getting her lick back”. Time logs show that the dubbed “rival” singer entered the same studio as Y/N not too long after she left for the night.

Many people online have been more than vocal about their love for the song, despite the fact that it was released without the artist’s consent.

While Artemis has yet issue a statement regarding the accusations, she seems to have plenty of time to be out partying with her ex.

Fast forward to last night, when just hours ago, Jason and Artemis were seen leaving a nightclub together and looking very close for comfort. Onlookers were not only shocked, but absolutely gagged when they saw the two hugging each other goodbye.

With their late night rendezvous breaking headlines, some fans are starting to question if Jason may have also played a part in helping Artemis, or if they ever really broke up at all!

The exes, who were romantically involved for almost two years, have a long history of being toxic towards each other. Their on-again-off-again relationship was notorious for its dysfunctionality, making it hard to keep up most of the time.

It wasn't until late last year when both Jason and Artemis officially called it quits by posting an announcement on their respective Instagram accounts (although many were skeptical to believe it).

Despite the initial shock of the situation, it begs the question: Where does Y/N stand in all of this?

Fans of the singer songwriter were quick to come to her support, majority of whom expressing their clear disappointment in Jason.

“I was really betting on these two,” says Twitter user @y/n’scoochiehairs. “I feel like a child of divorce…”. The fan account, while only just a few months old, grew exponentially due to their constant posts about the alleged couple.

Many sentiments like this have been circulating the internet once the pictures from last night began to surface. Y/N is notorious for putting her emotions into her songs, so at least we know she’ll be releasing new music soon, right?

— replies —

user1: oh she really aint playing...

user2: COOK HIM GOOD SIS!!

user3: girl this is a whole bar put this energy into a song or sumn😭

user4: sooo what im hearing is that ur single🤔

⤷ user5: ntm on my wife now..

user6: this next album bouta be BIBLICAL

user7: genuinely hope youre doing okay🥺🫶

user8: ily queen🩷

people you may know!

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@artemisofmighdall: last night was a dream✨

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user1: first you mess with her music then you mess with her man.. if bold was a person…

user2: the hell is she smiling so damn big for?? ain’t shit funny😐

user3: girl you betta PRAY i don’t catch you in these streets…

user4: “last night was a dream” yeah and you in for a rude awakening cuz wth💀

user5: these comments killing me😭

user6: you already going to hell for being a ginger now you just making it worse for yourself🤦‍♀️

— creator has turned off comments—

end notes: is jason involved or is he just being framed👀 lmk what you think!!

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plutonianeris · 3 months

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𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖈𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖈

This is how medusa conjuct ascendant has manifested for me. I am not a professional astrologer, just sharing my personal experiences I believe correlate with this placement.

🐍 In regards to appearances, I have always had very long, dark wavy hair. Growing up, a lot of times my hair was touched without my consent and I remember distinctly someone pulling my hair hard as fuck in school and it was a group of girls (didnt know which one it was). I also remember boys trying to “flirt” with me by tugging my hair.

🐍As I got older and started taking care of my hair even more, that is one the first things I always get compliments on by strangers, acquaintances or coworkers.

🐍In some other posts I see people mention a “piercing gaze.” As a kid, when I was angry I use to look at people like I wanted to shoot lasers out of my eyes. My mother would hate when I would look at her like that, she told me I looked like a monster when I gave her the death stare during arguments.

🐍On the flip side of that however, I do also get compliments on my eyes. My eyes are big and very dark as well just like my hair. One time in high school, one of my teachers told me I had “bedroom eyes” in front of the whole class. I realized it was kinda inappropriate when I googled what that was after. One of my friends said I have “siren eyes.”

🐍I have never felt fully comfortable around the opposite sex. I was always very very wary of men. In high school was when it was at its peak. The guys were pretty gross. One time a guy in my grade (who I barely knew) pulled me into a hug and literally bit my fucking shoulder. I had shoved him away and looked towards my teacher but he didnt do anything, just looked away.

🐍I can definitely see men in my life or in my surroundings who were not being inappropriate to me being indifferent to watching bad/ uncomfortable things happen to me. Either they didn’t care or didn’t find me someone worthy as defending or both.

🐍When I did defend myself I was villanized quickly over it. In high school, a guy behind me slapped my butt and when I turned around and slapped him in the face I got in trouble/ detention for it.

🐍I was often talked about in a very sexual manner (despite never dating or being “promiscuous” for a lack of better word). Comments were made about my body and sexuality.

🐍Then when I went to college I felt like I putting myself out there more but realized I wasn’t fully being vulnerable. I liked to flirt with guys but I wanted them to have to practically BEG for my attention. And then when they gave it to me I would shut them down. I use to do that a lot. One time a guy was so angry at me he called me a snake. I’m an adult now, and have grown and don’t do any kind of thing like that anymore. But at the time, I believe I was seeking a kind of power/control over other people because I personally felt powerless or unworthy.

🐍I am also not personally fond of snakes as pets or wanting to hold them. But I use to always want a medusa tattoo in college and had a bracelet with Medusa and another with Artemis on it that I wore everyday (and it was all before I even knew about astrology or the fact that I have this placement).

🐍I have generally had good relationships with women. But I do think for sure growing up I tried to make the women around me (whether family, teachers or friends) like me as much as possible. It felt devastating being rejected by them.

🐍When the women in my life would hurt me, whether by accident or on purpose I would make excuses for them until it would blow up in my face. (It reminds me of how Medusa use to worship Athena and was shocked and destroyed at the betrayal).

🐍There have been times where other women would look at me as if I was in competition with them (when in reality I didn’t give a fuck). But they would make petty comparisons. One time I had a “friend” who asked in front of a group of guys, “who is prettier? me or her?”

🐍I use to HATE when people stared at me, mostly when it was men. I would look back at people and be like what the fuck are you looking at? or say something along those lines. It made me so furious when men would catcall me too or eye me up and down.

🐍I would definitely say that growing up I had a bad temper. I was very resentful and impulsive and I was angry with the things that had happened to me and my body. Sometimes I just wanted to disappear. I was not easily given the benefit of the doubt. I was quick to get blamed. Not easily listened to.

🐍Overall, I can see having this placement as being very heavy as kid or a teen. I was so young and I was just worried about being a kid and getting to know myself but I got sexualized so much. I think I did grow up too fast in certain aspects. I do not miss my childhood nor do I remember it with nostalgia.

🐍I love being an adult. I love making my own choices. I love not having to ask for permission. I love feeling confident in my femininity(I feel like this year is when I just started to fully explore it out of love). It was a painful journey but more often than not I feel brave, and safe and comfortable in my body now more than ever. I don’t self sabotage anymore or go out of my way to shut people out. But it took a very long time.

#astrology #astrology observations #medusa asteroid #medusa conjuct ascendant #personal astrology observation #astro observations #medusa astrology #medusa in the 1st house

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sweetlypunk · 1 year

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OUTLAWS X READER Headcanons

this for that poll I did and Jason Todd headcanons won, but with a twist. Just writing something to cheer me up after someone made me cry:

i don’t have the money to read all the comics so pls bare with me and my knowledge exclusive from social media and dc pages that need better summary.

• Reader has Scarlet witch like powers. (Wanda in DC lmao)

• you trained with Constantine for a few years, until you met Jason and joined his emo group

• It’s more like a team with Roy and Jason but ofc pairing up with the iconic group from time to time

• Everyone is helplessly in love with you, but in different ways.

• You were kind to Bizarro from moment one, never making him feel like a monster. you have used your powers to soothe his mind, which he appreciates

• “you’re so ugly” “you don’t look like a princess”

• “aw Bizarro, you are too nice”

• you bought him a Black Canary vinyl, and he declared his love for you right then and there

• Artemis and you might have had a rough start, but eventually became close, too close

• You helped her see her strength in her own inside war

• She respects strong women, and knows one when she sees her. So she had a great respect for you, as you for her.

• eventually she might have had a small crush on you, though crushes are not her thing.

• you guys complain about the guys way too much (And you love it)

• Pls Roy thinks you are hot and that’s enough for him to love you.

• though you are pretty cool too. (And he’s aware of the fact that you can easily kill him)

• you both enjoy listening to punk bands and feel like rebel kids. Is fun.

• you also mock Jay together, he hates it.

• Roy and Artemis have gotten into fights while pulling you to each of their sides because of who should be the one to take you out

• “I’m the hottest redhead” “you’re the dumbest redhead”

• “Jason is also a redhead..?” “He is a fake redhead. He doesn’t deserve you”

• Jokes on them, while they keep fighting you are glancing towards Jason, who is just sitting with his legs propped up on a table, reading away

• he looks cute.

• but don’t tell him.

• honestly, you don’t know what’s going on with Jason. You are attracted to him, and you know he is towards you too.

• he is just so complicated

• sometimes the burning sensation of the Lazarus Pit gets the best of him and he loses it, his anger taking control. Luckily you are always there for him.

• your magic soothes him and helps him compose himself.

• you stay with your foreheads touching while you match your breathing. Waiting for him to take control over on his own.

• Sometimes just your touch, w/o magic, is enough to calm him. That sweet reminder that not every touch from a foreign skin on his means pain.

• the only pain you could ever cause him is in his heart.

• but he won’t tell you that. (Or to himself)

• you actually met when he was Robin, but you were a civilian, and neither of you recall much. You more than him though.

• someone once called you wannabes Justice Leaguers, You all showed your appreciation for the comment <3 🔪

• most of the justice league either doesn’t know about you, or are too scared to come close. Your ex-mentors love u tho (supes is another story, kay?)

• you all are just fun, traumatized friends hanging out

• they are your found family, and you wouldn’t change them for anything <3

#not exactly what y’all probably expected but yeah #had this idea on my mind for a while #anyone want more thoughts on them?? because I live this au #anyways #love ya #jason todd #red hood #red hood outlaws #jason todd x reader #artemis grace #bizarro #roy harper #arsenal #incorrect outlaws quotes #red hood x reader #roy harper x reader #Artemis grace outlaws #sweet writes

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via-rant · 9 months

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Some opinions on PJO/HOO!

. First and foremost, The Lost Hero is a great fucking book! Y'all just don't like it cause Percy's not in it.

. Also Percy shouldn't have been one of the main characters, neither should Annabeth! The other two should've been Nico and Reyna! Who should've gone down to Tartarus? Leo and Piper! There could've been a lot more depth to Leo's powers and Leo's and Pipers relationship could've been a hell of a lot more expanded on! Platonically, of course.

. I hate people who say "Piper was so useless!" None of it could've happened without her bitch! Leo and Jason would've killed each other at Medeas place! This woman put Gaea back to fucking sleep I don't wanna hear it!

. Hazel isn't 'uwu' 'couldn't hurt a fly' SHE KILLED A GIANT BY HERSELF AT 13 AND CURSED OUT NUNS!! SHUT UP!!!

. SAME WITH FRANK!!! HE'S NOT ALL INNOCENT EITHER!! HE'S A DAM PRAETER FOR A FUCKING REASON!!! Also so many people are like "Leo insults him so much!!" Honey they insult each other! They argued!! Arguing goes BOTH WAYS!! Also character development happens people!! They got better!! Stop it!!

. I've only seen like 1 or 2 people say this but Lester is NOT a P3do! "He's 4000+ years old-" yeah in a 17 year olds body. He has actual hormones and Mortal shit now, having a small crush on Reyna does not make him a fucking p3do!! You wanna talk about a real p3do let's talk about Luke!! Or how Poseidon got Sally pregnant at 19???

. Adding to that yes Calyso is a p3do!! It's not the same as Lester!! Lester was thrown right into this teenage body, as a Mortal, he didn't have any experience with knowing how to do ANYTHING Mortal!! Calypso had thousands of years of maturing!! She's physically 15 but mentally she's like 10,000+!! Even if you skip that part, Caleo is still toxic! They fight all the fucking time!! If you think that's healthy, you've been brainwashed by the herteronormative agenda!!

. All the Gods are shit except Hestia, Apollo, Artemis and Hades!

. Leo is the main main character period!! Gaea went after him at 8 because he was destined to destroy her and she knew that!! Hera herself babysat him to train him for it!! If that's not main character energy, idk what is!!

. Jason isn't boring!! There are many times he made snarky comments or jokes that were actually funny!! And even if he didn't how would you feel if you forgot everything from the start?! I would be boring too!! (Also he's autistic.)

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I'll add more later if I think of any but here.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heros of olympus #leo valdez #percy jackson #nico di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #lester papadopoulos #caleo #anti caleo

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 months

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a Pathologic tier list based on how good of an adult the characters are to Clara, a child

this is based on P1, but the tier list site i was using only had the P2 models!

i was meant to have longer, more in-depth explanations, but then i got lazy 😅 so i just have some basic reasoning!

also i haven’t replayed the Changeling route in a few months, so i’m going off of memory!

Actually A Kind, Considerate Adult To A Stressed and Traumatized Child

Lara- Lara is hands down the best adult in this entire game. She’s kind, understanding, and patient with Clara. She never insults her, and even when Clara is being a bit snooty, she still treats her gently. She also literally has a line where she points out that Clara is a child struggling with an immense burden. She calls attention to the fact that she’s just a kid, which NOBODY ELSE DOES.

“Poor thing, I’m so sorry for you. I wouldn’t want to carry your burden.”

It can kinda be read as pity, but pity is better than the cruelty and ignorance to her situation most of the others give her.

Also she has the one voice like where she’s like, “Poor child, she’s so tired” in reference to Clara.

Lara stays winning fr fr

The Tragedians and Executors- Idk if these guys can count, but they’re here anyway. They’re always so nice to Clara, calling her little pet names and explaining stuff to her in a kind way. They talk to her like how adults talk to young children, which she is. And it’s wild how these bitches beat THE ENTIRETY OF THE WHOLE CAST, minus Lara.

A Good Adult

Oyun- I actually cannot believe this guy is this high.

Surprisingly, he’s actually pretty nice to Clara. If not nice, then very respectful. He treats her like a queen.

Rubin- He’s chill with her 👍 (if i remember correctly)

Yulia- Similar to Rubin, she’s chill toward Clara, minus, I think, one little offhand comment that’s kind of rude. But compared to what some of the bitches below say to her, it may as well be a compliment.

Decent But Has Their Moments

Artemy- So, I feel like Artemy is very neutral toward Clara. There is that part in the Changeling route where he sends her a letter where he threatens to kill her, BUT that only happens if you rat out his location to Daniil, so it’s not a set event that always happens.

He speaks to her very curtly, and you can get the sense that he’s probably annoyed by her presence, but he’s not outwardly verbally abusing her unlike others.

If this were a ranking based on P2 interactions, however, he would be WAY LOWER because jfc, he is SO MEAN to Clara.

Daniil- So, he was actually lower at first, but then I saw some really good posts talking about how he cares for Clara in his own way (giving her money, keeping her in the Stillwater, worrying over her)—even if they are a little unconventional.

However, that doesn’t erase the fact that he is still pretty awful to her at times. I mean, he literally threatens to kill her twice, one of which happened when he first met her.

I love the “Daniil is a reluctant father figure to Clara” so much, but I also don’t think he would be any higher than this.

Also, like Artemy, if this were for interactions in P2, he would absolutely be lower.

Neutral

Olgimsky- I think he and Clara talk exactly two (2) times, and both interactions are short and don’t really do anything for the story (if i remember correctly). Also I don’t think they give af about each other at all.

Bad Grief- Neutral. I could have put him higher, actually. He seemed actually kind of nice.

Eva- Same with Bad Grief. Her interaction with Clara wasn’t hostile at all.

Victor- I’ll be real with y’all- I don’t remember them talking 😭

Not A Good Adult

Maria- She’s my second favorite character in the whole game (just behind Clara ofc), but even I can’t deny how cruel she is to Clara. She is SO MEAN.

Aspity- I actually had no idea where to put her. At first, she was in the “decent” section, but that didn’t seem right. Then she was in “Neutral,” but that didn’t seem right, either. Finally, I just decided to put her here. Because, looking back on their interactions, they were pretty hostile.

I don’t think Aspity liked Clara. A lot of the things she said to Clara were either vaguely threatening or directly threatening.

Anna Angel- She was so rude to Clara in the Haruspex route when Clara came running to her house, crying, on Day 6. Also I remember her making shots at Clara often.

Georgiy- Literally threatened to kill Clara the moment he met her. Enough said.

Mark- I remember this bitch ass being snappy with her. Which is good enough for me.

Vlad Jr.- This dude isn’t necessarily mean, but I do remember him being weirdly fanatical toward Clara. He spoke to her like she wasn’t a child but rather someone to be idolized.

Peter- He also wasn’t rude, but I just felt very uncomfortable every time he talked to her. He didn’t speak to her like a child but rather an adult. And yeah, a lot of people did that, but he was just so creepy to me. He acted like she was a goddess or something. It really rubbed me the wrong way.

Block- This may be a bit of an unpopular opinion, but I just can’t put this guy anywhere but here.

Yes, he was kind to her, but he also idolized her, which is just…Not Very Good. Also he fully tries to bring her to war?? If you say no when he first makes the offer, he literally ignores her and keeps going on about it which is a huge red flag.

Horrible Fucking Person

Andrey- I can’t stand this guy. Y’all don’t understand how deep my hatred for him goes. But this spot isn’t even a biased decision he is, SO CRUEL. The way he screams in Clara’s face when she went to his bar?? And yeah, he’s kinda right in some sense, she isn’t old enough to fully understand what she’s doing, but that is not her fault in any way. The blame should fall upon Katerina for making her run around indoctrinating people, not her. And he shouldn’t have yelled at a little girl, spewing insults at her, because at that point, his argument is meaningless when it directly attacks her.

He’s terrible. I hate him.

What The Fuck Is Wrong With You

Aglaya- Basically every word she spoke to Clara felt like a shotgun blast to the chest and had my jaw on the FLOOR. I was not expecting the sheer disgust and hatred she had toward this child.

As such, I have compiled a short list of some of the things she said to Clara:

1. Calls her a ��dim, pathetic creature”

2. Calls her insane and deranged

3. Accuses her of having a split personality disorder and being schizophrenic

4. “Prohibits her from existing”

5. Says she has to leave the town or else she’ll have her executed

Among other stuff.

Obligatory “Awful Parents” Spot

The Saburovs- I could go on about how horrible these guys are. Not even just as people, but as parents, too.

The neglect, the exploitation, the abuse, the total disregard for Clara’s feelings when she comes back traumatized while carrying a severed head, the way she’s used to inaugurate people into a religion…

They are truly awful people, and they do not deserve Clara.

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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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Ghost Of You | J. Miller (Chapter Five)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 3.7k

Warnings / FLUFF. ACTUAL FLUFF AND SOME HAPPINESS. Talking about suicide, mourning and descriptions of grief and depression. And a little surprise right at the end that I will not spoil for y'all.

Authors Note / Okay. I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH. I have to admit when I wrote it I actually made myself cry and that's no word of a lie. I am having so much fun fleshing this story out and I hope that the slow burn isn't too slow for y'all but I promise these two are moving in the direction we want them to move in - I PROMISE YOU. If you enjoy this then I would LOVE to hear from you - Comments, reblogs and asks genuinely make my day.

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A week later, your garden is abuzz with life. Tommy has dragged the kettle grill from his garden into your own and is currently trying to get the coals to light, Joel is standing over his shoulder trying to get him to listen to what he thinks will work. You giggle to yourself when Tommy follows Joel’s instructions, and the flames catch. Younger brother yet again bested by his older brother’s knowledge.

Maria is stepping out of the kitchen with plates and cutlery, placing them on the table, where Ellie is sat curled on the chair with her nose in a book. She’d come to the library on Monday and switched Artemis Fowl for the Chronicles of Narnia, another good choice in your opinion, and she’d spent most of the last thirty minutes with her nose stuck in the book.

“Here you go, honey,” Maria pushes a glass of blackberry wine into your hand, “Shane sent us a bloody crate of this stuff, he’s made so much this year.”

You clink your glass with her own and take a sip, letting the sweet liquid fall down your throat. You have to admit it was getting better with every year. The first year Shane had proudly debuted his wine it was way too sour, everyone apart from Tommy had been too polite to tell him so. The next year, it had been drowned in enough sugar to give anyone diabetes, but now he was getting the hang of it, and with the sun starting to lower in the sky and all your favourite people, apart from one, around you, you had to admit you thought you were happy.

You’d spent all day cooking side dishes that you’d saved up your ration cards for. Potato salad, a slapdash attempt at Greek salad, just without feta and balsamic vinegar, you’d even made a fresh loaf of bread. Maria and Tommy had brought meat to grill – there were steaks from the last lot of cows to have been slaughtered, chicken that Maria had skewered with peppers, and even burgers and sausages. Your luck to have found this place never failed to amaze you. You could convince yourself all this was back on the street you’d lived at in California before outbreak day. Ellie had even attempted to make a pie as dessert. She’d lifted the cloth covering the pastry when she’d knocked on the door, Joel in tow.

“It’s apple, because I remember you saying that was your favourite,” You’d smiled and pulled her into a quick hug, “Joel insisted on a whole pastry lid though, something about it being better than the lattice.”

You’d looked him in the eye, “Well, Joel is outnumbered here, but we’ll let him off for tonight.”

He’d dipped to kiss your cheek as he’d walked in through the threshold, passing a bottle of whiskey to you, “If you set that in the freezer it’ll be nice and chilled for something to drink after dinner.”

Once the flames have died down and the coals are embers, you watch Tommy set the chicken skewers on the grill. You head inside and pull your sides out of the fridge, cutting slices of bread. There’s a tiny amount of butter left which you also pull out, setting everything on the table outside, watching as Ellie’s eyes bulge at foods she’d never experienced before. You smirk at her, whispering that she’s welcome to try anything she wants but to make sure Joel doesn’t catch her, sure that he’ll chide her for her manners.

You go back inside and pull another plate out for Tommy to set the cooked meat on and fill two tumblers of whiskey for the two of them, setting them on the empty plate to take them down to the men.

“It never fails to amaze me how much cooking on fire takes you men back to the dark ages.” You joke, holding the plate out for Joel to take a glass, which he does gladly, neither him nor Tommy enjoying Shane’s homebrewed beer much by the looks of it.

You hand Tommy the plate once he’s taken his own glass, “Didn’t Sarah always used to say the same thing?” Tommy asked, Joel nods in agreement, “Somethin’ about being cavemen.”

You laugh and leave them to it, heading back to the table where Maria and Ellie are talking together. As you sit down you can tell that Ellie is attempting (and failing) to get Maria to let her try her wine.

“You don’t want this, trust me,” You smirk, sitting down on the chair next to her, “I’ve been drinking my entire life and it’s already going to my head.”

You make polite conversation around the table for a little while until Tommy is walking towards you with a plate full of grilled meat. He sets it down before he sits down next to his wife, Joel taking the other unoccupied chair opposite you. Within moments, plates are full and you’re all eating in silence.

Joel watches you intently as you cut a slice of steak. He watches as your eyes close and your head tilts back a little until a little groan falls from your mouth. He can’t stop his brain from thinking how much he’d like to be the one making your eyes close and your head tilt back like that. God, he really was getting old if a singular glass of whiskey had him thinking like this. He drags his gaze from you back to his own plate of food, so you don’t catch the darkening of his eyes.

“Tommy, Jesus Christ, I haven’t had steak like this in so long.” You’re praising his brother, breaking off a slice of bread to dip into the dripping that’s come from the resting steak.

Everyone is silent as you make your way through the rest of the meal. Once you’ve all eaten your fill there’s less left that you thought there would be, everyone obviously making the most of the rare luxury of meat.

Ellie insists that although you’re all fit to burst, you have to try a slice of apple pie and you’re thankful you did. She’d done an absolutely fantastic job of it on her own and you couldn’t help the swell of your heart as she’d grinned when you told her it was just as good as the one you’d made together, backed up by everyone else around the table.

Maria and Ellie do the dishes together, packaging up leftovers for everyone to take home with them for the next day as Joel and Tommy start a small fire on the grass of your garden in a small drum that you don’t dare ask where he got it from. You tell Ellie about your days camping with your dad, toasting marshmallows and getting sticky when you tried to pull it off the toasting stick.

You drink whiskey for the first time in ages as you swap stories across the fire and you can’t help but smile. You love this little bunch of people, the five of them, sat around, keeping you company, making everything seem just that little bit easier.

You glance to your left a little while later, Ellie is asleep, resting her head on her hand. The conversation has lulled a little, Maria and Tommy are holding each other’s hands, glancing at Ellie too.

“I think I’m ready to call it a night,” Maria speaks, “We’ll take Ellie back to yours Joel, you stay here and finish your drink.”

He’s just poured himself another glass of whiskey from the bottle and is cradling it in his impossibly large hands. He nods, gently waking Ellie to tell her that Maria and Tommy will walk her home and he’ll be back soon once he finishes his drink. She doesn’t argue, standing up with a yawn.

“Thanks for today,” She says to you, bending down to your chair to give you a quick hug, “I’m glad you liked the pie.”

You smile at her and say that you hope you’ll see her soon, bidding her a goodnight. She gives Joel a hug too, telling him not to stay out too late because he’s an old man. He snorts but agrees he won’t stay long.

Maria and Tommy also give you a hug, insisting that you stay put instead of standing. And then they’re all gone and it’s just you and Joel sat around the fire. It’s quiet, the silent never uncomfortable between the two of you.

“Can I ask a question?” You ask quietly, once the silence becomes too much, looking down at the glass of whiskey in your hands.

The fire is warm, even if its flames have died down. It’s casting a gentle orange glow across Joel’s features which makes him look soft, even more welcoming than normal.

“Of course you can.” He replies, sipping his own drink.

“How long did it take for you to feel okay again?” You can’t look him in the eye, can’t look at him altogether, it’s a personal question, one you never thought you’d feel okay asking, but the wine and whiskey have made you brave, “You know, after Sarah?”

He’s silent for a long time. Long enough that you wonder if you’ve upset him. You’re about to open your mouth to apologise for overstepping a line when he speaks, “It wasn’t time that did it,” He answers, thinking back to the last time he’d said those words, it’s still true, “It’s more about what I found that made it easier.”

You’re running a finger around the rim of your glass trying to distract yourself but you can feel his eyes on you, “It never goes away, not really,” He sighs, “Not to make you feel even worse about things, but it shrinks a little, until you can remember all the good things about that person, instead of how much it hurts that you don’t have them anymore.”

“What was it like for you?” You look at him now and fuck he’s pretty. No amount of grief would deny the way your stomach flipped when you see him in this moment. The flickering orange light of the flame illuminating the shadows of his face, his eyes are darker than normal, and you think you might just drown yourself in them if you look any longer, “What was your grief like?” You look away, trying to ignore the lump in your throat.

You watch as he leans his elbow on the arm of the chair, resting his fingers on his mouth as if he’s contemplating what to say to you, “I couldn’t see the point of life without her anymore,” He speaks softly, “Sarah was gone, the world was gone, so what was I still doin’ here, you know?” You nod, because you do know. You know all too well. “In those first few days after I tried to kill myself,” You let in a sharp inhale of breath, which he doesn’t acknowledge, “I was ready, I wasn’t scared, but I flinched, and for twenty years I always wondered why. Why did I flinch when I pulled that trigger?” He’s silent again for a while and you want to reach out and offer your hand to him, but again, you don’t, you keep it in your own lap, “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that it won’t always break your heart, but I think you already know that,” You nod in agreement as you close your eyes, “You’ve just gotta find the next thing worth livin’ for.”

You want to tell him you’re sorry, but when had that ever helped you? No amount of sorry from anyone was going to bring your respective people back. You’d always thought that saying sorry was a cop out anyway. Something someone said when they didn’t know what else to say, so you didn’t.

“You know, it never even crossed my mind.” You muse, mostly to yourself than anything else.

“What didn’t?”

“Killing myself,” You reply almost immediately, “I think now that it would have been the easiest thing, I could have been with him, I wouldn’t have been here to listen to everyone gossip about me, I wouldn’t have spent a year of my life practically locked in my house, but it never once crossed my mind.”

“You wanna know what I think?” He asks, watching you as you nod, “I think that’s because deep down you knew you’d be okay, whether you realized it or not,” He’s reaching for the nearly empty bottle of whiskey to top his glass up, “I know it hurts, sweet pea, trust me, but you’ll know what love is again someday.”

It’s such a striking thing for him to say that it catches you completely off guard. Outside of the handful of times this evening that you’ve caught yourself thinking of how utterly beautiful a man Joel Miller is, you’ve never thought about finding someone else. Mark was meant to be your one and only, you’ve vowed to each other that was the case, signed your names on a piece of paper to the same effect. ‘Til death us do part. It’s silly but when you’d uttered those words to Mark, you’d always imagined dying together. Old age, hands held, drifting off together. In reality it hadn’t been old age, but you’d held hands, right until the bitter end, but then you were left here, all alone, and he was gone.

“You know those romantic movies we used to watch before?”

“You used to watch.” He interrupts, a small smile on his face.

“Alright, those romantic movies I used to watch,” You let out a little giggle, “Whenever someone died before their time, they would inevitably get just the right amount of time to tell the person they loved that they wanted to move on?” Joel nods that he knows what you’re talking about, “I guess I’ve always thought I needed his permission, not really just to find someone else, but to move on and live my life again.”

“Did you need his permission for much when he was around?” He asks.

You shake your head, “He was always so laid back, even when we were on our own out of the quarantine zones, we were a team, but we understood each other, understood what we both needed, so no, not really.”

Joel speaks without a pause, “Then you just need to ask yourself for permission then.”

Silence falls between you both again. You’re staring at the flames in front of you and draining your glass of whiskey. It was never your favourite, you didn’t like the way it burnt on your tongue or the feeling of it settling in your stomach, but like anything in this world, it was the case of any port in a storm. Joel follows suit and drains the last of his drink.

“I should really be gettin’ back,” He speaks softly, “But thank you, for today, it’s been one of the nicest days I can remember.”

You both stand up, Joel taking the empty glasses and you taking hold of the whiskey bottle with the last bit of amber liquid in the bottom. He walks in front, stopping to drop the glasses in the sink which you insist you’ll wash up yourself. You set the whiskey bottle on the side and follow him to the front door.

He pauses before he can turn the handle and open the door and you wonder what’s going on. Joel is the kind of man who is always sure of his actions, never falters, but his hand is outstretched and he’s not moving. You’re leant against the wall on one shoulder at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the top floor of your house when he turns back around to you.

“I think he’d want you to be happy, sweet pea,” He breathes, “You have too much love in here to not give it to anyone else.” His fingertips are brushing the space between your breasts where your heart is, and you wonder when he got so fucking close to you.

You look up and he’s looming over you, those beautiful brown eyes looking directly through yours and into your soul. His hands are cupping your cheeks. Those rough and calloused palms are warm against your skin which had cooled in the evening air. You can’t quite believe it but you’re tilting your face up towards him and he’s leaning his down towards yours and before you know it, his lips are pressed to yours so softly you might cry. You can sense his hesitation but as your eyes flutter closed, you’re pushing yourself onto your toes to press your lips more firmly to his.

And then it all comes crashing over you. The moment you close your eyes, it’s not Joel’s face in your mind, it’s Mark’s. It’s his hands cupping your face, they were softer than Joel’s. It was hit scent you could remember through your nostrils, not the smoke and musk you could smell of Joel. Your hands are fisting the lapels of his jacket as you pull away, pulling in a sigh as he rests his forehead against yours before pulling himself away. He’s still close enough that your hands are still on his jacket, but he’s dropped his hands from his face.

“I’m sorry, Joel,” You whisper, shaking your head, “I can’t.” Is what you murmur.

He drops his head and steps back from you, making your hands drop from his jacket, he’s turning on his heel and heading to the door with a mumbled apology.

“Joel!” You call out before he has chance to shut the door behind him, he turns and faces you, “I’m not saying never,” You confess, “Just not right now.”

You watch as a flash of hope appears on his face and he’s giving you that signature lop-sided smile, “I’ll wait, sweet pea.” And then he’s gone.

It’s late and Joel can’t sleep. He’s been tossing and turning since he got into bed an hour ago, replaying the events of the evening in his mind. He’s trying to blame his irrational choice to kiss you on the whiskey, but he knows it isn’t true. Every day he’s seen you since you sat down and ate strawberry pie together, he’s wanted to kiss you. Wanted to kiss the sadness and the grief out of your body and put you back together again. It had nothing to do with the whiskey and everything to do with you.

The way you’d asked him about his own grief, so quiet and unsure as to whether you were overstepping a line. The way you’d listened to him talk about wanting to end everything but didn’t offer an apology or the look in your eyes that told him you felt sorry for him. The way that every time he spoke to you, you opened up a little bit more, let him in a little more. Hell, even the way you’d winced at every mouthful of whiskey. It was all you. And it had been a dumb fucking decision.

He could hear the break in your voice as you’d told him you couldn’t, like you were afraid of letting him down. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d said, ‘Just not right now’ and his stupid smile at your words. He didn’t want to push your boundaries this much, didn’t want you to think you owed him anything. He just wanted to make you less miserable.

He runs a hand over his face and grumbles to himself. He knows sleep won’t find him now. His head won’t shut up and all he really wants to do is run to your front step and tell you he’s sorry, that you don’t have to make him feel better by telling him to wait if you don’t mean it. He’ll never forget the spark of electricity down his spine when your lips touched him, or how he craved to push his whole body against yours when your hands had pulled at the lapel of his jacket, but he doesn’t need you to feel like you must want him back.

If only he knew that you were led in your own bed, a few streets over, in a similar state of insomnia. Led in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, wishing that Mark’s face hadn’t been at the forefront of your mind when you’d closed your eyes. That’s what does it, what fills your body with panic. That you wished for the first time that you didn’t think about him. You’d wanted it to be all Joel, consumed by him, you didn’t want Mark’s face in the back of your mind.

Tears roll down your cheeks and onto your pillow. Your brain is telling you that soon enough he won’t be there. You keep wishing he wasn’t, and he won’t be, you’ll forget about him, forget the shape of his body against yours, the sound of his voice in your ear, and surely that’s not right. Surely you should always want to remember him. Your first love, your first everything, really.

Joel was a good man. One of the best you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, and he didn’t deserve someone who wasn’t able to give their all, someone who would always close their eyes and see their dead husband. You couldn’t make him wait for you, but could you let him go? Could you let Joel go? The man who had fixed your rotted porch step just because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. The man who didn’t push you for insight into your grief, just stood there and let you be, letting you share when you were ready. The man who had been through the same kind of loss as you and had been walking around for the last twenty years knowing he failed at ending it all.

You run a hand over your face and decide that no, you couldn’t let him walk away, but you weren’t quite ready to let someone in like that. You needed to speak to him, to lay all your cards on the table for once, and that scared the shit out of you. It was time to put your big girl pants on and face the music.

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 6 months

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Some Tim Drake headcanon

I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Tim. Please respect

Tim likes to think of himself as a street smarth, but he's not. He is academically smarth, but not a street smart kid (he grew up in a mansion with several servants, even though he is hella neglected, he wouldn't know how to survive on the streets of Gotham in the same way that Jason, Duke, Dick)

(ok I noticed some confusion with my worlds here, then Tim Drake is a child from Gotham, his way of surviving there is a little different from his brother but he still would figure it out. That's what I was saying, thanks for the comprehension)

whenever Tim needs someone to talk to he looks for Dick, he knows that Dick will listening to him and his older brother will also give him useful advice/ help him solve the problem

He's afraid of having redhead fever from his older brothers (Dick being friend with Babs, Wally, Kor'i and Roy and Jason being friend with Artemis, Roy and Kor'i), not in a romantic way or anything, he just doesn't know how to explain how Dick and Jason attract so many redheaded friends

He fears info dumping someone when he talks; Duke once commented that he liked the smell of rain when it rained on very hot days, and Tim began to explain that this was due to a fungus. Duke just listened silently and then shy smiled. And only later did Tim think he had ruined the peaceful moment, as he noticed how Duke and Cass lay quietly enjoying the rain...

His relationship with Steph isn't that complicated, they dated in the past, but nowadays they both try their best to remain good friends

He tries to plan several cute dates with Bernard, but he always ends up overthinking so he chooses the simplest route, cinema and burgers (Kon and Bart helped him choose this as perfect date)

When Tim is having problems with Bruce, he always turns to Dick, knowing that his older brother will help him with whatever he needs

Tim regrets the beginning between him and Damian, not just the assassination attempts, but Tim didn't try to trust Damian and always accused Damian's people of being bad and had an offense towards Damian's origins (both were wrong, Damian in his trauma stuff and I dislike how "his people are evil" that DC wrote at that time)

He is secretly afraid of someone discovering the bomb in Nanda Parbat, yes there were murderers there, but it was a city that also had civilians there and as a hero he shouldn't put the lives of innocent people at risk (why does DC keep writing him like that???)

There are actually several theories in Gotham about why he doesn't age, some say he's a vampire and others say he bathes in the blood of innocents, no one knows who start these theories (Dick blames Jason, Jason blames Damian, Damian blames Steph, Steph blames Bernard and Kon and Bart blames each others)

his worst nightmare is being the only survivor of his entire family (again)

Loneliness can hurt him in ways no villain could, being alone can drive him crazy. Therefore, unlike his brothers (who can work alone), Tim tries his best to work in teams

Because Bruce and Tim were born into a rich house, they are out of touch with normal stuff sometimes

he really enjoys listening to Bernard's theories and sometimes encourages him with something stupid

Tim likes to think that If his mother were alive she would like Bernard

Tim is the only one in the family who shows concern about Damian's addiction to adopting animals, afraid that it will turn into something similar to Bruce

Tim learned a lot about motorcycles because he thought it would be a good topic to talk about with Jason

Tim has and listens to his emo playlist

Even when he hates loneliness, he can disappear for a while, either because he wants someone to look for him or because of something Bruce said. When this happend, he usually comes back when he is tired of being alone or someone go look for him (man this is pretty sad...let me write something...)

There was a time when he disappeared for a while, he hid in a safehouse outside the country and when he started to wonder if anyone would miss him the door was shut down, Damian, Jon and a girl in a white mask that he didn't recognize entered

"tt if I knew you weren't in danger I would have feared more" "what?" "come on, get on the Goliath, we have to go home" "did something happen?" "Batcow. Cows have a circle of friends and they can get depressed if a friend disappears

Ok Tim knew about cows due to Kon living on a farm, but he was extremely confused about being kidnapped rescued by Damian, Jon and Nobody just because the kids were worried about the Batcow mental health

Coming back was strange, since Bruce didn't even notice he was gone, but soon he felt Alfred the cat rubbing against him, Titus licking his hand and the cow mooing at him, Tim was a little happier to come back (I'm not good to write fluffly you guys are struck with this)

Nowadays Tim is very smug because he was the first of the brothers to fly in Goliath

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#dc comics #batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #stephanie brown #bernard dowd

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marsprincess889 · 7 months

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NAKSHATRAS AS GODDESSES

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🌙Mrigashira🦌

DISCLAIMER: This is based solely on my research and the patterns that I saw. I can't promise that I'm gonna be sure in all the coorelations, but I'm going to attribute each nakshatra a goddess that I think fits it the closest. If you're dissapointed, to make up for it, I'm going to list some other deities in the end that I think also fit the nakshatra. Don't come for me if you think I'm wrong, be respectful in the comments if you think so and have fun 🤍

This one is more of a collection of very similar goddesses who are all pretty much well-suited for Mrigashira. I still chose the principal goddess, although it was very hard to focus on only one.

Flidais

Pantheon: Celtic

Name meaning: soft-haired, fair haired.

Associations: Hunting, woodlands, wild animals, cattle, deer.

Symbols: deer

Flidais is a somewhat obscure Celtic goddess of the hunt. She's similar to more famous goddesses: Artemis and Diana, but unlike them, she's not a virgin and her story is different.

The mythology of Mrigashira is about how the seeming perfection of Rohini (the union of sexes) gets shattered. It's the birth of seduction and pursuit between the sexes, this is the place where Eve eats the forbidden fruit and becomes aware that she's separate from the male, not just something to be placed under his submission, as she was in Rohini. In Hindu mythology, when Rohini realizes that she's desired by Brahma, she turns into a doe and flees. Brahma then turns into a deer and chases her, before his head is cut off by God Rudra (God of the next nakshatra_ Ardra), thus, the deers's head being Mrigashira's symbol.

The story of goddess Flidais goes like this: She's unhappily married to a man she dies not love, feeling stuck and not knowing what to do, until another man appears, with whom she shares a deep love. He gets challenged by Flidais's husband, and he wins. As a reward, he gives deer and cattle to Flidais, for her to have something on her own, placing his faith in her. In one myth, she's said to have transformed into a stag.

Flidais has a surname, Foltcháin, meaning "beautiful(soft) hair". Mrigashira belongs to a clan of nakshatras called Pulastya (smooth haired).

Besides Flidais, there are other goddesses that can be coorelated to Mrigashira. One of them is Dali- Georgian goddess of the hunt, deer and other horned wild animals. She's said to have beautiful, long golden hair and is the Goddess that governs the rules of the hunt. Either completely nude or dressed only in white, she frequently mated with humans as she wished, just like the female in Mrigashira awakening to her own sexual power. She was said to be unbelievably beautiful, both irresistible and terrible. Dali was harsh with those who violated her rules. She lived in a cavern in a mountain. Parvati, the goddess that was born under this nakshatra, was the goddess of mountains, among other things.

There is also a story about a celtic maiden named Sadhbh, who refused to accept a Druid's advances and because of that, was cursed to be a doe. After three years, the serving man of that druid took pity on her and said that if she were ever to set foot in the dún (castle, fort) of the Fianna of Ireland, the curse would be lifted. Fianna were small bands of warrior-hunters in Ireland during the Iron age and early middle ages. Sadhbh travelled straight to a house that belonged to a Fionn. She was found by him as a doe when he was out hunting. His dogs didn't harm her since they too had been humans before. When they returned to the house, Sadhbh was once again a beautiful girl. They got married.

After Fionn was called to battle against the Vikings, the druid reached Sadhbh and laid the same curse on her, again. Fionn spent several years searching for his wife, but without success. At the end of those seven years he found a wild boy in the forest who said he was raised by a doe. Fionn looked at his face and recognising his wife's features, he realised that he was looking at their son. The boy was Oisín, a famous figure in Irish mythology.

Another interesting deity is the Albanian goddess Zana- goddess of the mountains. Zana were said to be fairies who lived in the mountains and bathed in waterfalls and river streams in nature. They're said to have a very brave character that was known to all. She's a somewhat obscure goddess given her name comes from the name of a creature, but I thought that she was interesting nontheless.

I want to talk about Mrigashira's ruling deity- the moon god Soma. Soma is also known to be the exilir of immortality. Mrigashira's power is to give fulfillment, so to drink Soma, to eat the forbidden fruit, to attain something not everyone has access to is risky, but it's worth the risk. Mrigashira is also associated with quests, adventures and bravery (just like Bharani, the other Venus-Mars ruled nakshatra). The real life natives of Mrigashira are often daring and inquisitive, always craving something else besides what they have.

The moon god being Mrigashira's deity makes me think that Artemis- Greek goddess of the moon, hunting, deer and other wild animals is a great fit for it, but her virginal nature is not in alignment with Mrigashira. If we think of her virginity as simply her being unmarried and independent, then she definitely can be coorelated to Mrigashira. The same goes for Diana- her Roman equivalent.

Some other deities I coorelated to Mrigashira other than Flidais:

Artemis- Greek goddess of hunting, deer, wild animals, the Moon and virgins.

Diana- The Roman equivalent of Artemis.

Dali- Georgian goddess of hunting, deer and other horned wild animals.

Zana- Albanian fairy goddess of the mountains.

Sadhbh- Irish doe-maiden goddess

Cernnunos- Celtic horned god, the god of wild things.

This is it for Mrigashira. I'm very happy I found the Goddesses whose mythologies were so obviously similar to Mrigashira's. As I said, it was hard to choose just one, but I think that I made the right choice, given that Flidais ticked off the most similarities. I'm consistently fascinated by the coorelations between seemingly unrelated cultures and this one was big. It's also my sun, rahu and saturn placement, so no pressure there lol.

Anyways, let me know what you think. Like COMMENT AND REBLOG, please interact with me if you found this interesting. Love you, and take care 🤍🤍🤍

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eyeheartboobiez · 7 months

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 "𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾" 🫶🏿

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Y/N Y/LN's leaked music continues to give fans hints about her relationship status, completely against the artist's wishes (8/17/2022 3:27 PM PT)

Many listeners of the singer woke up to a great surprise this morning when an anonymous twitter account posted a link to one of Y/N Y/LN's unreleased songs.

For the past few months, fans have been speculating when the artist would release more music since having been in a rumored relationship with the proclaimed gotham elite, Jason Todd. The lyrics "Boys blowin' up my phone, They just ain't you" and "I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five, five-to-nine" give us a clear hint of what may be going on between the two, and fans were quick to catch on.

Much to the artist's dismay, however, the song’s chorus found it way over to tiktok with over 700,000 videos having used the audio already. Many users of the app have participated in a dance trend that has already seemed to be created.

Despite all the positive feedback directed towards the singer, Y/N was not hesitant to express her irritation for the invasion of privacy. After seeing the topic trending on twitter this morning, a post was made to her account stating:

@y/nforeal: Now who tf leaked my shit?? This why yall dont ever get any music outta me😐

After doing some digging, inside sources have come to the conclusion that Artemis Grace, singer and former girlfriend of Jason, played some part in unconsentually releasing the song. Even though the two artists work under the same record label, Artemis wouldn’t do something this crazy, right?

But to nobody’s surprise, it seems that the vengeful ex has a long history of being senseless. Jason has stated in the past that the main reason he ended things with her was because she liked to have constant "control" over him. In an interview last year, he made it very clear how unhappy he was with Artemis, saying:

"She was known for taking extreme measures to make sure I stayed tied down to her. I don't really wanna get into it, but she's always had an obsession with being in the star of things, and our relationship was no exception."

While both Todd and Y/LN have yet to clear the air regarding their rumored love affair, sources still firmly believe that something is going on between them to have inspired such a song. Still, whether they wanna admit it or not, they really are super cute together. ;)

i really didn't wanna make artemis the bad guy here but i needed a plotline dawg😭

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Take Me to Bed,

Love Me Forever

Paring: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Artemis)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of past trauma, ejection, almost dying. Angsty, Fluff, and Smut. Minors DNI. 18+

A/N: Yall this piece was a rollercoaster of emotions to write, it is easily one of the best things I have written and something I am very proud oof. I seriously hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please like/comment/ reblog so others can enjoy it too.

You enter your house much later than you usually do. Your husband had been home hours before you pacing the floor. Work had been hell today to say the least.

There had been an accident and you had to eject. You had to stay in the infirmary until you had been cleared to leave. Maverick had made him go home, telling him there was nothing he could do for you there but to be ready for you when you walk through the door that evening. You would need him then more than anything.

You toed off your boots by the door and unzipped your flight suit. You tied the arms of it around your waist and made your way to the kitchen clad only in it and a black sports bra. When you turned on the lights you jumped. He was sitting there at the breakfast nook clutching a glass of water.

"Rooster you scared me half to death." You tell him trying to regain control of your breathing.

"I didn't scare you any worse than you scared me today Artie" He replied standing up to pull you close to his chest. Your nose crinkled at the nickname he had given you. During the first weeks you had known Rooster back when you were younger he had shortened your call sign from 'Artemis' to 'Artie' and it had stuck.

"I'm fine Bradley. I promise." You tell him as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I could have lost you today Y/N" He whispers as he kisses your hair line. You burrow your head into his chest and breath in his scent. He was right, you could have died today, this morning when you had kissed him on the tarmac before you climbed into your F-18 could have been the last. But it wasn't. And you were thankful for that.

He tips your face up by your chin. His eyes are so full of love for you. His fingers trace over your features. "What are you doing?" You ask him. "Making sure I have it all memorized. Just in case." He replies before slanting his lips over yours.

His kisses are slow, he languidly moved his lips against yours. You expected them to be full of heat, passion, desperation, but they aren't. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, not like you had almost died hours earlier.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. You both stay that way for a long while. Content to kiss each other and let your hands graze over one another. When the need for oxygen becomes too much your pull back and rest your forehead against his.

"Rooster." You breathe out. "Yes baby." He replies.

"Take me to bed." You whisper against his lips

"Absolutely" He mummbles before kissing you again as he lifts you off the counter to take you to the bedroom.

Your legs wrap around his torso as he seems to glide through the house with you in his arms. You press kissed to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his throat, and to your favorite place, that sensitive spot behind his left ear that always makes him shutter.

He opens the door to your shared sleeping space and pushes you up against the wall, firmly holding you in place. The evidence of his desire presses into your core, you both hiss at the contact.

His hands palm your breasts through you sports bra as you tug at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and lifts his arms long enough for you to remove it from him. His dog tags clang together as they fall against his chest.

His nimble fingers find the zipper of your bra and slide it down. He slips the straps off your shoulders and tosses the garment to the side.

"Rooster!" You gasp as his warm, wet mouth encircles one of the sensitive buds. His hand finds the other and rolls it between his thumb and index finger.

His tongue flicks and licks your breast as he groans against your flesh. He pulls his mouth away with a pop and you moan in protests until he repeats his action on the other. You are still high from the adrenaline and his mouth and hands feel perfect against you. You feel your core clench around nothing and you swear if he keeps this up for just a few more minutes you are going to fall apart before he even gets you naked and touches you where you want him most.

You can't stop the breathy moans that leave your mouth as he worships your chest. He licks, sucks, pulls, and tugs. Your hands are tightly fisting his sandy curls holding him to you. His hips buck into your center and he groans at the contact, and that does it for you. "Rooster..." you moan out grinding yourself against him as the first high of the night washes over you.

He pulls back from you to study your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are hazy while you try to control your erratic breathing.

"Did you just?" He asks, his eyes wide at the realization. You shake your head as you are still coming down. "You've never finished just from me touching your breasts." He remarks with an almost cocky grin. "What can I say? Still high on adrenaline from earlier I guess." You tell him.

He drops a hand between the two of you and runs it up your center. You jerk at the touch. "So sensitive." He murmers against your ear. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to take good care of you."

He peels you away from the wall and sets you down on the bed. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down to his feet and quickly steps out of them. All that remains are his too tight black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Your hands shoot forward ready to free him and take him in your mouth but he gently pushes them away. "As much as I love it when you do that honey, I'm not the one who almost died today. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." He states before kneeling infront of you.

He helps you out of your flight suit and slips your panties off and now you are bare before him. He grabs your ankle and trails feather-light kisses from it to the top of your thigh before switching to the other. You sit there in awe of him, watching how careful he is with you, how loving he his. You think back to earlier today and how scared he must have been. Worried if he would ever see you again, ever kiss you again, ever make love to you again. You can't help it but tears burn in your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

Rooster looks up and sees them. He sits beside you on the bed and pulls you close to him. He uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face. "Y/N it's okay, I'm right here, you are right here." You coos trying to calm you down.

"You must have been so scared." You choke out. "I must have been scared?" He asks you confused "You are the one that ejected today. If anyone should have been scared it should have been you Artie."

"Bradley, I know you. You were terrified. I heard it into your voice as you told me you loved me before I punched out." You tell him. "I um..." he didn't know how to respond. "I was scared. You're right." He confesses after a beat of silence. "I was afraid of the worst, and I just wanted you to hear it one more time just in case." He admits. Now he is the one on the verge of crying.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. "Well, you can't get rid of me that easily Bradshaw." You joke tapping his nose. "God I love you so much woman." He responds kissing your forehead.

"Well then Rooster your big stud, why don't you show me how much then?" You ask moving to straddle his lap.

He doesn't respond with his words. Instead he cards his finger through your hair and pulls you flush against him. He loves the feeling of your skin on his. He loves feeling your heat beating in your chest, yet another reminder that you are real, that you are there, that you are alive .

His lips kiss your face, your neck, the underside of your jaw. "Oh Bradley." You whimper as he sucks the delicate flesh of your neck into his mouth. He is normally careful not to leave anything that would be visible in a uniform or flight suit behind but he can't help himself today. He needs this, needs to remind himself that you cheated death today and that you really are in his arms.

You grind your bare slit over his clothed cock. Rooster is rock hard underneath you but doesn't seem to care about himself. He only cares about your pleasure and how good he can make you feel.

You are still sensitive from the first time he made you finish, but you want, no, need, more from him.

"Roos, please, I need more." You moan out. He turns and places you in the middle of the bed. He stops and looks at you. You look ethereal laying there, hair fanned out on the pillows, your skin flushed red is a stark contrast to the light grey sheets, you chest rising and falling causing a subtle bounce of your breast while your dog tags are nestled between them. He stares at you almost as if he is taking a picture. Committing this image of you so drunk on him to memory.

"Rooster." You breath out. Calling him back from the place he had been. He would never tell you this but you could see it in his eyes, just behind the hunger and the lust, you knew the first thing he thought of when you went down over the water was his father and how he never got to tell him good bye or how the last this his father ever heard wasn't Carole telling him she loved him.

"I love you" you spoke just above a whisper. "I know" He called back before sliding between your legs. You spread them a little wider to make room for his broad shoulders. Her peppered your thighs with kisses again, stopping every so often to suck marks into them that would be there for days to come.

Bradley's breath was hot over your core. He slipped his right arm around your thigh and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

He ran two fingers from his left hand along your slit, gathering your wetness. "So wet baby, so fucking wet." He sighed as he circled your clit. "All for you honey, only for you." You replied as your hips jerked at the contact.

He slipped his ring and middle fingers inside you. Your previous orgasm had left you so slick they slid in past the knuckle easily. He curled them deep inside of you. Bringing the pads of his fingers to the spot only he could reach. You felt the harsh cold metal of his wedding band against your burning flesh. His rhythm was slow at first. Painfully slow, curling his thick digits deep inside you with long slow strokes. You tried to grind yourself down on him but his other arm held you firmly in place. His silent way of telling you that you were going to take what he was giving you.

"More, please more." You gasped out. He was happy to obliged you, but only slightly. His fingers sped up just a bit and he curled his wrist to push them even deeper into you. You sighed as the friction built.

Your hands fisted the sheets and you thrashed your head wildly. "Please baby I need..." you could finish your thought. You brain was turning to much.

"Come one princess tell me what you need. I'll give you anything you ask for." You drew out the last words. "I need your mouth please Rooster... I need it so bad." You almost begged, almost.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied to you before sucking your clit into his mouth. "Ahhh yes, just like that baby" you cried out while he toyed with the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hand left his grip on the sheets. One hand lost itself in his now wild curls while the other gripped his bicep.

You whined as he licked a broad stripe across your clit before circling his tongue around it. You could feel him smirk along your folds. Once, in an orgasm induced post high conversation you asked him how he was so good with it. His answer? "I spell my name"

"You spell Rooster with your tongue?" You asked back not believing him. "No, my full name, Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." He tells you back. "Why?" You ask still confused. "Because if I write my name on it, everyone will know its mine." You had laughed at him for that, but it was true. You belonged to Bradley and he belonged to you.

You could feel the coil winding up inside you once again. His fingers kept their pace but his tongue and lips became faster, more erratic. You could feel the figure eights being draw over the nub as he alternated between that and sucking on it.

You were close and he could tell, your walls gripped his fingers, pulled them back in every time he tried to withdraw them. Rooster looked up to see you. You were a writhing moaning mess above him. Head thrown back, eyes closed, the knuckles gripping his hair white, your fingernails biting into his bicep sure to leave marks but he didn't care.

He harshly sucked you clit back into his mouth causing your eyes to fly open. You looked down to find him peering up at you. You locked gazes with him and saw the hint of not quite a smile but not quite a smirk form at the corners of his eyes before he winked at you causing the flood gates to open. You screamed his name and ground down on his face as he worked you through your second orgasm. This one was much more powerful than the one you had earlier.

He thrusted his fingers into until you came down. Your grip on his hair and arm released as you took in slow, shaky breaths.

Bradley kisses his way up your body. "Such a good girl for me, always so beautiful when you cum like that." He praises you before claiming your lips. You can taste yourself on him, but you don't care. You are addicted to him and the way he makes you feel, you can't get enough.

"Need you inside of me, need your cock so bad." You breath out. "Anything for you honey, anything." He told you and you knew he meant it. Bradley Bradshaw would give you the world on a sliver platter if you asked for it or die trying. If you asked him, the sun rose and set in your eyes and you were the one who hung the moon and stars. He loved you more than anything on this earth. Maverick had often said that Rooster loved you the way Goose loved Carole, madly, deeply, and all consuming.

You thanked your lucky stars every single day that he chose you for his forever.

He lined his head up with your entrance, sliding the tip of it through your soaked folds before pushing all the way in to the hilt. The groan that left Roosters throat came from deep in his chest and was downright pornographic.

He stilled once fully inside you. "So tight Y/N, always so fucking tight" He praised as your legs circled his hips and your hands clung to his shoulders pulling him even closer to you.

Rooster kissed you passionately before slowly withdrawing almost all the way and pushing back in to you. He had an iron grip on your hips to ground himself, terrified that if he didn't hold onto you, you would fly away.

His pace was slow, something you didn't do very often; but it was what you had both needed, a chance to pause time, to remind each other that you would love the other forever.

His cock was impossibly thick as he drove it into you. Each thrust brought him deeper inside you as the fat head stroked your g-spot and his pubic bone grazed your clit each time he pushed into you.

"So good. Feel s'good" you cried out as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He body was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth right now.

Every thrust felt amazing, the grunts and moans coming from him went straight to your core, soaking it even more. You could hear his manhood moving through your slick. The pants and groans leaving your lips stirring him on.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you which caused you to throw your head back. You neck strained and exposed itself to him which let him seal his lips over your pulse point "Yesyesyesyes" you babbles out as he drove into that sensitive spot over and over again.

You clawed at his back needing to ground yourself, to keep yourself from falling apart completely. But another deep thrust caused you to drop them to the sheets and ball them up in your fist.

Rooster could feel how close you were and how close he was. Your cunt gripped him so tightly he had to focus to not finish before you. Yes he was aware that you had already came twice but he couldn't finish without feeling you clench around him.

His right hand let go of your hip as he brought his fingers back to your clit. He tapped and circled the bundle driving you futher to your finish. The action overwhelmed you. "S'too much... I can't... can't" you babbled out as he pushed your towards oversitmulatuon.

His left hand came to yours and grabbed it from its place in the sheets. He threaded his fingers through yours and pinned them both above your head. He ran his thumb over your wedding rings.

"Look at me Y/N" He commanded. You opened your eyes to find his golden orbs burning into your face.

"Want to see your beautiful face when you cum." Rooster told you as he picked up the place. His thrusts and fingers becoming sloppy. "Don't think I can again." You told him

"Yes you can babe, I know you can. Come on Y/N, cum for me, give me everything you have." He encouraged you before pushing your joined hands further into the mattress.

Suddenly everything you were holding in became too much. Everything felt too good, you couldn't hold back anymore, and with a cry of his name you came harder than you ever had before around your husband's cock.

You screamed his name has he continued to move inside you and work you through your orgasm. The grip of your walls on him felt amazing as he came deep inside you, coating your walls with his white hot release.

He continued to thrust until you were both throughly spent.

Rooster collapsed on top of you, careful to put his weight on his forearms as to not crush you. He kissed you once more before rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. You both whined at the loss of contact as he pulled out of you. He wrapped both of you up in your duvet. Your body trembled against him from the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm of your life.

He held you close to him, breathing in your essence.

"Y/N, promise me something" Rooster said after a long while, breaking the silence.

"What?" You hummed in response.

"Promise that you'll love me forever." He asked you.

"Bradley Bradshaw, as long as you promise me the same, I swear I will love you forever."

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Yall are going to love this one

#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #rooster x oc #rooster x reader #rooster x you #top gun smut #tgm smut #tgm fic #tgm #lt. bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n

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writingmia · 8 months

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Okay I just had an idea and I *had* to share it. I don't even ship Valgrace but this was too good not to think about. A Leo Valdez/Jason Grace 'Red, White & Royal Blue' AU.

Note: English isn't my first language, so please keep that in mind

Leo Valdez, who is half-Mexican, the son of the first American Latina female President, the one and only goddess amongst women, Esperanza Valdez. Leo, who always wanted to fix things and decided to follow his mother's footsteps in politics as a way to solve the issues he sees in his country. Leo, whom the public loves because of his sense of humour, quick wit and charm, who becomes America's sweetheart almost immediately when the elections first started.

And then you have Jason Grace, who has been born into the Royal Family and has had those duties and expectations on his shoulders from such a young age. Jason, who knows he will become a leader at some point, because his older sister, Thalia, is a rebel who refuses to conform to his family's expectations and ran away and abdicated the second she could. Jason, who is loved by his people, who is the white boy of the month every other month.

Zeus is the king, because of course he is. His Majesty, who doesn't really approve of the USA's election of Esperanza, because he sees her as lesser.

Leo and Jason who start off at the wrong foot because of something Jason unintentionally said, something that was his father's opinion and, of course, it was offensive to Leo, who immediately figured that Jason was a racist, privileged white guy who couldn't see past the tip of his nose.

Jason who's the one wearing glasses when he's at Kingston Palace and Leo who's caught off-guard by how casual he looks with them, how relaxed, not like the heir to an entire empire with a history of blood and slavery.

Leo, whose best friend is Piper McLean, the daughter of Tristan McLean, whose gaydar is immaculate and she's the one to open Leo's eyes that maybe Jason is gay, but isn't allowed to show it.

Jason, whose best friends are Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo, who also happen to be his cousins on his dad's side (yes, it's pathetic that his best friends are his cousins but he didn't really get many chances to be social growing up, okay?!), who are both incredibly chaotic in their own ways. Percy, who immediately gets along with Leo and the two exchange sassy comments and send each other memes constantly. Nico, who knew Leo was bi before Leo himself knew, and fed into Jason's delusions until he had the balls to kiss Leo on his famed New Year's Party.

Thalia, who would be in the picture occasionally, but is mostly busy touring the US with her rock/metal band called 'The Hunters', whose first album was inspired by Greek Mythology and specifically the myths surrounding Artemis, which is so what they titled their debut album.

Annabeth, who is Piper and Leo's genius best friend and the only keeper of the singular braincell in their trio, who has been wanting to become the youngest woman to ever hold a Senate seat ever. Percy, who is completely enamoured by her the second he sees her and the two start their own romance on the side.

I'm obsessed with this idea, I think it has so much potential.

I wrote that very quickly and I've barely proof-read it, but I just felt like the idea had to get out of my head because it deserves to be shared with the fandom. If someone wants to continue developing this, I would love to read more. If someone has alr written something like this and I'm not the first genius to think of it, please let me know!

- mia

#leo valdez #jason grace #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #red white and royal blue #alternate universe #alternate universe: red white & royal blue #leo valdez/jason grace #valgrace #nico di angelo #piper mclean #annabeth chase #percabeth #thalia grace #the hunters of artemis #i dont even ship them but this was way too cute of an idea not to share #please like this

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autistic-katara · 1 year

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stuff i wanna see in TSATS

its just less than 2 months until TSATS comes out and my pjo phase is coming back HARD so heres some stuff i wanna see (idc how popular or unpopular these r)

Solangelo kiss (seriously like all the other good canon couples had one)

explicit use of queer terms (i havent rlly seen anyone talk abt this but as much as i love queer characters just existing u have no idea how happy it makes me to see media, especially kids media, explicitly say the words gay, bisexual, transgender, lesbian, etc.)

Hunters of Artemis cameo

piggybacking off that, Nico’s reaction to Reyna being a hunter (ive wanted to see this since 2019 PLEASE i gotta know how he feels abt this considering yk his past w/ them)

confirmation on whether Will’s gay or bi/mspec (or just simply queer, no specific labels necessary)

a trans/nonbinary character (specifically transmasc)

a Piper cameo

during her cameo Piper explicitly saying her sexuality (which is lesbian, if u think otherwise ur wrong/hj)

Hazel cameo

more Lavinia content (idc how i just need more of my chaotic Jewish ADHD pink-haired Russian lesbian, ok?)

GAY ANGST

MORE GAY ANGST

SO MUCH GAY ANGST ITLL MAKE MY AO3 HISTORY LOOK LIKE A HAPPY HETEROSEXUAL PURE BIBLE CLUB FOR TODDLERS

canonically autistic Nico

that Lil Nas X reference we were promised

Nico making more trauma jokes (he just like me fr)

the multiple coming out scenes i heard were allegedly promised

Hades and/or Apollo cameo

Hestia cameo

Jason’s ghost cameo

dead Apollo kids cameo

explicit discussion of Nico’s religious trauma

explicit discussion of just Will’s trauma in general (seriously we all kinda ignore that our “sunshiney golden retriever uwu gay boi 😊🌸✨☀️” actually has some super serious trauma)

both of them coping badly with all this and being worried abt eachother (aka gay angst but more specific)

Maria di Angelo content

Persephone cameo w/ her either still lowkey hating Nico and being passive aggressive asf to him or having had him grow on her in the past few years and is now turning the overprotective mom mode to the max

just some cute, non-angsty moments between Nico nd Will cause goddam we need some queer joy rn ;-;

so much hurt/comfort u physically cant continue living anymore (going both ways not just Will comforting Nico)

a MCGA cameo

Fierrochase and Solangelo meeting and having the same funny interactions they have in the memes (but with the canon versions of them)

discussions of stuff like homophobia and internalized homophobia and mental illness

a relatively happy ending (but not a “2 months later and the world is perfect and neither of them had felt anything close to depression or anything since the ending and if for some reason addiction was a part of this we would we talking abt how they were magically 2 months clean and it would be physically impossible for the thought of relapse to even cross their mind” kinda happy ending cause i hate those kinda endings w/ a burning passion)

setup for another side book (preferably a Piper or Reyna one)

thats all i can think of rn off the top of my head but feel free to comment on any of these or add ur ideas cause 2 months feels like an eternity long wait + hearing other opinions is fun when we arent all in a heated argument over smthn stupid

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inq-tav · 2 months

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Mother Superior’s Final Attempt (One-Shot)

Oneshot Description: Mother Superior is desperate to get “god’s favorite princess” back into Shar’s clutches

authors note: This is my first attempt of a oneshot, please be kind if your going to comment any feedback, I am a human just like you. Im just looking to improve my writing skills and have fun!

-This is a long one, let me know if you want me to keep writing other one shots of my Paladin Artemis and Shadowheart. Here you go @iomlangealai

Shadowheart’s POV

May our mother bathe us in her light. For I am a child of the Moon, ever glistening and ever in awe of her glory. Moonmaiden, I ask that you watch over us all, watch over my lover Artemis and may-

My prayer is interrupted by a cold, insistent nose poking my arm. I look up and I see Scratch holding his ball, hoping that I will play with him. Smiling, I take it from him mouth and I throw it across the camp, happily he goes and retrieves it. On his way back a whistle interrupts the air, it sounds like my love’s whistle. “Scratch, she’s praying, leave the pretty woman be,” Artemis chides gently as she makes her way over to me, she has replaced her usual armour for her camp clothing, she looks positively light and carefree, even if it is only momentary. I smile up at her as I move to stand, she helps me up, ever the gentleman, “Why help lover,” I greet, smiling, I give her a peck. “Hello yourself my darling. I have our bedrolls all ready for bed, the camp chores are done, and the dishes are washed, all that's left is for me to steal you away from this ladykiller.” She says teasingly to Scratch who just gives a gentle bark. I laugh, “Well perhaps you should just whisk me away before someone else does,” I tease and she just gives me a fake gasp of shock, I circle around her and I hug her from behind, resting my face on her warm back. I feel her relax, “C’mon love, lets get some rest, we need all the rest we can get before we infiltrate the Cloister.” I whisper, gently taking her hand and guiding us to out bedrolls. Once we climb inside our shared bed, I wriggle into Artemis’s strong arms, and fall into a quick easy sleep.

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Loud noises cloud my hearing; it wakes my brain up but my eyelids are as heavy as metal and I smell the uncanny stench of smoke and sulphur. Metal clashing on metal makes my ears ring, I cannot move. I cannot feel the warmth of my lover. Any control if my limbs is out of reach; distant. I feel like a thought, light and afloat; a mere breeze could whisk me away. But there’s nothing light about this, and for this I am sure. An agonized scream of a woman rips through the air as the sound of metal clashes against something; it sounds like Artemis, and panic sets in, but here I am still, trapped in my own dark space of thoughts, without sight and without body. I feel the breeze on my face and the rhythmic feel of a gallop, I must be leaving camp. But these thoughts are almost gone for good, for the sounds around me blur into a flatline of nothing.

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The jolt of cold water splashing on me is what wakes me up; the dim light of candles invades my pupils as they struggle to adjust, my mind racing as the water sends every nerve to awaken because of its frigidity. I cannot move again, but slowly I realize that I am starfished on a wooden table that’s slanted upwards so I can see the whole room, my arms being held down by leather straps. In a flash I recognize this room, I used to use this very method. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I was taken. I was taken just like when I was a child. The memory of the sounds I heard before.. they invade my memories. Instantly, a face comes into view, a masked face I used to love and look up to, but now I look upon Her with resentment: Mother Superior. “God’s favorite princess awakens,” She says, voice low and scarily calm. “You, you took me!” I say angrily, struggling against my bonds. She makes her way to the table I am strapped to, taking her time as her eyes rake over me. She takes an extra second to look at my white hair. She tsks, “My my child, I must admit I am a little in awe. It is rare to see gods fight over a mere mortal, but here we are. A mortal who Shar and Selûne bicker and play tug of war with, a mortal who betrayed a god just to go to the sister. I wonder what makes you so special.” She says a hint of jealousy in her voice, circling the table like a predator toying with its prey. I writhe against my shackles, to no avail. “I know who you are, Viconia DeVir. You don’t hold any power over me anymore.” I say as I watch her freeze, she takes off her mask and I see her face for the first time in a long time. “You remember, no doubt the Moonmaiden’s daughter told you my true identity.” She says with disgust, I just shake my head, “Noblestalk. And I am starting to piece together my past. The Moonmaiden has helped me, loves me, better than Shar ever did,” I say angrily, “You stole forty years of my life, but no more. I am no longer craving your acceptance, you can keep your Dark Lady, your secrets, but this life is mine!” I continue, watching her look uninterested in my words, it makes me angry, livid even. “They’ll kill you; the entire camp knows you’ve taken me. Artemis especially, she’s killed two of the Chosen of the Dead

Three, she’s killed a devil in his own home. And now you’ve taken me, you must really want to die,” I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her, she just simply smiles, “My child, don’t you know who I am? I can manipulate memories in my own accord; I can make you forget her. Fear her. Hate her.” That makes my face drop and my skin crawl, “With a simple chant of 5 words I can change all of that in an instant, I already did it once with your fear of wolves, I made you fear your own father. What makes you think I won’t do it again here? It’d be most fun watching them struggle to get you, only for you to not know who they are, to hate them, maybe I’ll make you love someone else. Then how would your dear little Artemis feel?” She taunts, the sinking feeling in my stomach rises to my throat, “After all, how do you know if she’s still alive?” She says, getting dangerously close to my face and I think back to that scream I heard in my brain fog, I struggle against my binding again. “What did you do to her!” I scream, enraged as I watch her lean back and laugh.

I am about to speak again, but shouting is heard distantly and the door slams open, one of Viconia’s Lieutenant’s barges in “Mother Superior, pardon the intrusion.. They’re here.” He says before running back out, and instantly I know who he is talking about. A loud sound, similar to thunder crashes down and roars in the main chamber, its a little ways away so I am shocked that it was still so loud even in here. “I told you, I was not bluffing. You are about to feel the wrath of everyone you had attacked in my camp,” I say smugly, watching her face grow red with anger. “You insolent child! I have had enough, you could’ve been perfect. Shar said you were the one to surpass even me! But you have turned your back on us,” She says, slapping me in the face so hard it leaves me dazed, I groan. “You had one job! It was to retrieve the artefact,” Another slap, it makes my eyes water and nose bleed, “And you don’t even have it!” She yells, looming over me with a dagger, “I do have it, I’ve hidden it. I hide it every night, you’ll never find it!” I yell in protest as she drags the knife tauntingly down my arms, lightly piercing the skin, I wince. That’s a lie, I don’t hide it as well as I should, but doesn’t need to know that Scratch sleeps curled around it. “Prepare to get your memories wiped again, and this time, you’re going to forget that annoyance of a woman you seem to love so much, your going to forget everything,” She says, chanting the words and her eyes glow, I writhe against my restraints and as she is about to touch my head to wipe my memories away once again, she’s hit in the back with a glaive I’ve spent the past few months cleaning and polishing; its Artemis. Well, its everyone. Everyone is here to save me. Through the chaos I see my shining paladin of vengeance, smiting Viconia with a fiendish and enraged look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. The others stand guard and watch, some in horror and some enthralled to see Artemis wreak havoc upon Viconia. Scarily, Artemis’ glaive glows with a moonbean and she is seconds away from smiting Viconia one final time, but its Aylin that holds her back from killing Viconia completely, “The Moonmaiden will claim her, and have her to rot for centuries on end. Go to your beloved,” She says in her usual ‘Aylin’ way, tears start to fall, the adrenaline of not knowing if I was going to live or die wearing off, and in an instant I am surrounded by Artemis, she hurriedly unshackles me and pulls me right into her embrace. “Oh my darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Your lover is here, your safe with me again,” She says, holding me tight and scanning my body for serious injuries. I look at her, look at everyone, their faces scared for me, even Lae’zel. I sniffle, overwhelmed by it all, I cover my face and try to calm down. Artemis just hold me, but one by one my companions.. my family, move to comfort me. “You are safe once more my cub, you will now not be allowed out of my sights for long,” Jaheira says as she passes by, squeezing my shoulder, I look up and smile, “Jaheira is right, Boo and I will continue to grab evil by the buttocks for you!” Minsc says, earning a squeak from Boo, I give a watery laugh and wipe my tears away, “You are my fellow soldier, my friend, I would search Avernus for you,” Karlach adds, earning a hum of approval from Astarion, “These wretches have taken enough from you and I. You helped me kill Cazador, my demons, its about time I help you kill yours.” He smirks, licking his lips from (probably) feasting on their blood. “Astarion is right Shadowheart, you are a formidable ally, we would be foolish to let you get gutted.” Lae’zel speaks, earning a genuine smile from me. She just raises an eyebrow and dismisses me with her hand but I see a hint of a smile. Wyll and Gale nod, both casting healing spells on me, after they say their own words the whole group mentions that they'll meet us at camp.

All who’s left is Artemis and I, she looks at me anxiously, “I thought..” She begins, tears welling up in her eyes, “I thought I lost you, Shadowheart. I woke up to Viconia and her cultists holding a knife to my throat, my arms down and she drugs you with a paralytic poison. I watched her take you from me. And she almost did, permanently.” She says crying, I hold her face and bring her lips to mine, they taste salty from her tears but I dont care, “I thought I lost you, my brave Artemis, I heard your screams.. I, she said she killed you.” I say softly, tears falling down my own face now, she takes her leather gloved hands and wipes them away, “I almost did, it took 4 men to hold me down as she took you away on horseback. Aylin helped me get free. But one guy really got me good, it left a nasty scar on my chest” She says, shuddering at the memory. I just hug her again, pressing my ear to her beating heart, “She almost made me forget you..” I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing in her embrace. She just tightens her grip on me, “The Moonmaiden would restore your memories, I am sure of it. Aylin and I would never allow that to happen. I would go to the Moon herself and beg her for all eternity.” She says with finality, oh my sweet little paladin. For a little we just stay like this, in each others embrace, silently processing and remembering that the other is okay. Artemis is the first to break the silence, “Come, lets go back to our makeshift home, where we belong.” She says softly, smiling, taking my hand. I beam at her and follow, walking hand in hand in the streets of the lower city. I know that these days ahead will be hard for Artemis and I, after all we have endured. But We will be okay, we have each other to rely one. Once we make it back I am joyously greeted by my friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home.

#bg3 tav #bg3 #shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #bg3 spoilers #bg3 withers #dame aylin #isobel thorm #karlach #gale of waterdeep #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #astarion #viconia devir #minsc and boo

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dickgraysonwayne · 18 days

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Figured Out

Ao3

Summary: Being Batman’s most trusted is not all it’s cracked up to be. Young Justice cartoon verse, season 1

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 4: Batman’s Most Trusted | Trauma Reveal | Reverse Robins

“Hey, Rob? Will you come see this?”

Wally’s voice sounds hesitant. Which usually means something extra bad is going down.

Dick makes a beeline past M’gann and Artemis on the couch, dodging Superboy right beside them. “Sorry!” He chants. “Sorry! Just gotta get to th—oh.”

Oh, man. This sure is extra bad.

Wally’s staring at the wall mounted TV, looking grim. It’s playing a news story, live from Gotham. Police cars surround City Hall, armored trucks stretched out at every direction. A group of men, armed to the teeth, stand at the entrance of City Hall, one of whom has stepped forward with a megaphone. Batman stands near the steps, arms up, staring coolly at the barrel of the gun aimed in his direction.

Scrolling text across the bottom of the screen proclaims: CITY HALL TAKEN HOSTAGE, BOMB FOUND IN UPPER FLOORS

The leader of the hostage takers raises his megaphone to his lips. “Batman,” He booms out. “You have the code we want. If you do not give it to us in a three hours’ time, then we blow up the building, and everyone in it.”

He taps the side of his head, where a gray metal box is infused to his temple. “And don’t think of lying to me. I can read your thoughts.”

“Here,” A piece of paper is placed in his hands. “This is a code. I need to keep it safe. Keep it on you and don’t lose sight of it, no matter what.”

Oh. Oh shit.

Dick turns instantly. “Where’s Kaldur?” He asks. “We should—I mean, I should…I should go. I need to help him. Batman, that is. I need to go help—”

“I’m here,” Kaldur says, running into the room. He’s already suited up. “Just saw the news. I’m going to go talk to Red Tornado, get this to the Justice League. If needed, we’re ready to provide backup, but Superman alone could help out…”

“And I thought I was fast,” Wally comments. Everyone ignores him.

Dick shakes his head. That’s a non starter. “Kaldur,” He says. “The League’s out on a space mission. Batman told me this morning.”

“Why?” He stares down at the paper in his hands. “What is this?”

“Aw, damn,” Wally mutters. M’gann covers her mouth with her hand.

“So, what does that mean?” Artemis asks, looking between them. “Does that mean we go in and handle this?”

“We gotta,” Dick says, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “I mean. I gotta. You guys don’t have to—”

“Don’t be stupid, Rob.” Wally says. Superboy nods in assent. “Of course we’re coming. It’s our job.” Wally looks at Kaldur, inclining his head. “Right?”

Kaldur hesitates. “I…” He says, conflicted. “I think we should. However, I need to make sure that we’re prepared, I don’t want anyone getting hurt on my watch.”

“C’mon Kaldur,” Dick pleads. “This is why we’re here, right? Sidekicks are around for when superheroes are doing something else, right? So let’s sidekick and…kick sides.”

Kaldur wants to go in too. Dick sees it in his eyes.

“I’ll probably go in anyway,” He warns. “Because, you know. Gotham business and all.”

This gets Kaldur. “Fine,” He sighs. “You’re right. We’re here to cover for anything the Justice League can’t handle. This very much falls in our purview.”

Dick nods. “Thanks, guys,” He says. “But. I mean. There’s kind of an extra element to this.”

“Just keep it,” Confused, he hides it in his pocket. “I’m trusting you to keep this safe. Do the right thing.”

“What do you mean?” M’gann asks. “Because it’s Batman?”

“I mean,” Dick says. “Sure. But there’s something else too. I’ll explain on the way, but we gotta go. We gotta go now.”

“So,” Artemis says, eyes locked on the world below the bio-ship. “You have what those guys are after, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dick says. His fingers clench inside his gloves. “At least, I think so? Batman gave it to me this morning. All casual-like too. I didn’t think it was something like this…he just handed me a piece of paper and told me to keep it safe. Why he didn’t put it in the cave instead, I have no idea—anyway. I’m literally the only person who had this info so I think I’m needed there right now.”

Wally gives a low whistle. “Well, damn,” He says, shaking his head. “Classic Batman, huh? His secrets have secrets.”

“Wally!” M’gann hisses, but Dick can only chuckle without humor.

“He’s not wrong,” Dick says, shrugging. “Everything’s need to know with him. Even if it’s something I need to know. Especially if it’s that.”

“He trusts you,” Superboy says, simple, direct. “He wouldn’t have given you that information if he didn’t.”

“Still,” Artemis says, hesitant. “Kind of a dick move. Sorry, Robin.”

Wally and Dick exchange quick, amused glances. “No arguments here,” Dick says. He frowns. “But, like. You guys know Batman. He always has a plan. He must’ve known he was gonna come handle this after I left to come here. So why did he give me this? What was his play here?”

Kaldur steps in here, ever analytical. “It is possible,” he begins. “That he gave it to you so you would return now. And he would have a plan that he needs you to complete.”

Well. That does sound like Bruce. “You think he’d warn me beforehand,” Dick muses. “Or not. I mean, look who I’m talking about right? Keeping me in the dark is probably part of whatever grand plan he has in mind.”

“If that’s the case,” M’gann says. “Then we should trust his process. Right?”

“Sure,” Dick says. He pictures the gun in his mind, pointed at Bruce’s head. He looks down at the ship. “Let’s go faster.”

The land the bio-ship in the park a couple blocks behind City Hall.

“Right,” Kaldur says. “Gather up, everyone,” He gestures at them all to huddle up. “Our goal is to get Robin to Batman. It’s us against a group of men with advanced weapons capability. We don’t have a lot of information about these guys, so be cautious. We might run into a surprise or two.”

“One of our missions? It’s guaranteed,” Artemis mutters

“Too right,” Wally mutters back.

“Shut up,” She says, rolling her eyes.

“Anyway,” Kaldur puts a pointed emphasis on the word. “Here’s our plan of attack. Artemis and Superboy are the first prong of attack: you guys need to draw fire and attention away from the doors to City Hall. Artemis, park yourself at a distance and fight ranged. Superboy…” He points at him. “Cause chaos.”

“Smash!” Wally says, enthused.

“Oh my god,” Artemis groans.

“Once you two draw some fire,” Kaldur continues. “M’gann, help us get in unnoticed. Then you and I will be prong 2, and we’ll engage anyone else inside the building.”

M’gann gives him a quick salute. “You got it!”

“And finally,” Kaldur turns to Dick and Wally. “Kid Flash. Grab Robin, and try to locate Batman as fast as possible. If needed, you can draw the fire of anyone else around him. That way, Robin’s path is free and clear. If you need backup,” He taps his forehead. “Let us know.”

Wally also salutes, but there’s a…less sincere quality to it. “I can do fast,” He says.

Kaldur turns to Dick. “Robin,” He says. “Link up with Batman. He’ll probably let you know how to proceed. If he can’t…use your own intuition. It’s better than you think. And be careful about that leader, his potential ‘mind-reading’ may be an issue.”

Dick nods. “Right,” He says. “Okay.”

“When are we going in?” Wally complains.

Kaldur gives him a look. “Soon,” He says. “The moment Artemis and Superboy are situated and get started, we move.”

“They’re taking forever,” Wally sighs. “Aren’t we on a time limit?”

“They know,” M’gann steps in, ever patient. “They’ll get it done. Just wait and see.”

Wally sighs again. “You ready to roll, Rob?” He asked turning to Dick.

Dick tries to give him a ready-to-roll smile. “Of course,” He says, stomach in knots.

It’s not like he hasn’t saved Bruce before: he has. It’s not even like he’s gone in on his own to save Bruce: he’s done that too. Hell, he’s doing it with a team now. It’s so much better than it was before.

But.

Bruce giving him the code nags at something inside his head. Why would he do that, and why wouldn’t he explain what it was? He can’t figure it out, can’t tell if this is the right thing to do, if this is what Bruce has been telling him without saying it out loud…

Sometimes, Dick thinks he can read Bruce better than anyone in the world. Other times…other times, he knows Bruce is inherently unreadable.

Wally must notice. “Hey,” He says, elbowing him lightly. “Dude. You good?”

Dick swallows. “Yeah,” He says. “Just, you know. Feeling the ‘over’ in the whelmed right now.”

“Rob,” Wally says, but before he can continue, they hear a commotion up near City Hall.

“Get ready!” Kaldur says, and Dick tenses instantly. “They’ve started!”

Kaldur holds an arm out, and they wait for his signal. “Okay…” He says. “They’re drawing them out. More have emerged…okay, now. Go!”

Dick runs, feeling more than seeing Wally hold himself back to keep pace with him. He follows the path Kaldur has chosen, ducking behind cars and items and people, before slipping to a side door and shutting it.

The GCPD quietly let them go through without comment.

“Alright,” Kaldur says, breathless. “Kid Flash. Can you run a quick check through-”

They’re interrupted by a shout, and Dick hears the pounding of footsteps coming in their direction. “Never mind,” Kaldur says, adopting a fighting stance. “Grab Robin and run. We’ll take care of this group here.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Wally says, instantly grabbing Dick into a carry.

“Hey,” Dick says, a little embarrassed that Wally can carry him so easily. “What—”

“Hang on,” Wally says, and Dick slams his eyes shut before he’s hit with a burst of speed, and he can barely breathe. He hates this, he hates this so much, how can Wally stand feeling like this all the time…

Wally stops, and Dick almost passes out from the suddenness of it. “So I checked the building,” He whispers. “Twice over. There’s a group of guys guarding one particular door. We’re just around the corner from it. So that’s either the bomb, or Batman, or both. I’m gonna get you in there, okay? I’ll distract the guards and you can run in. Ready?”

Dick nods. “Ready,” He echoes.

“Okay,” Wally says. “Three, two, one.”

He zips forward, disappearing around the corner. “Hey, fellas,” Dick hears. “You know where to go for a building permit round here?”

“Get back!” A voice yells.

“It was just a question,” Wally huffs. “But fine. Got to go!”

“Get him!” He hears yelled back, followed by thundering footsteps.

He waits for them to subside, then peers around the corner. Only one guard is left outside the door.

Dick smiles to himself. Easy work.

He sidles up to the side, takes a breath, then pulls out a batarang. He lines it up, then tosses it. It makes a sound on the wall opposite, and the guard whirls around to look.

Dick moves, running up and grabbing a couple more batarangs from his belt. He flips onto the man’s back, delivering a kick to the face, then tossing the batarangs to knock him to the ground, unconscious.

He runs to the door, pulling out his lock pick and making quick work of it. He takes another breath, pushing it open slowly.

Don’t think his name, he tells himself sternly, remembering the leader’s mind reading. Think of him as Batman. Just Batman.

Behind the door is what is clearly some sort of large meeting space, largely empty except for Batman, who is chained to a chair in the middle of the room.

Dick gives a quick glance around the room and, seeing nothing, darts forward. “Batman,” He hisses, grabbing his lock pick again. “You okay?”

Batman looks up. “Robin,” He says, voice tight. “You—”

“Well,” A voice booms from a darkened corner of the room. “Look who we have here.”

Dick whirls around, grabs his batarangs from his belt. He prepares to toss them, and then freezes in place.

The leader’s gun is out, and pointed in the direction of B—Batman’s head. The gray box on his temple shines in the dim light.

His lips tighten. “Whoa,” He says, slowly putting his weapons back in his belt. “Okay. Let’s calm down here.”

The man raises his eyebrows. “I’m calm,” He says. “Now. Are you here for a specific purpose, or do we need to do something about this?”

Help, Dick thinks, trying to reach the rest of the team. “That depends,” He says. He glances at Batman (think Batman think Batman think Batman). “What exactly do you want here?”

“I made that pretty clear,” The man says. The safety clicks off. “I’m looking for a particular code. Since you’re Batman’s little sidekick, I’m assuming you have it?”

Dick keeps his eyes on Batman. “What is it for?” He asks. Batman doesn’t move a muscle.

The man raises an eyebrow. “The bomb, of course,” He says airily. “It’s experimental. Very powerful. It’s on a countdown at the moment. The code gives whoever inputs it control over when it explodes. So…” The gun light rests against the exposed part of Batman’s cheek. “Do you have it?”

Dick grits his teeth. He can’t give them the code. With this many people at stake, and an apparently accidental bomb? He can’t do it.

But…

He glances at Batman again. He can’t let him get hurt, either. But between Batman and a big block of Gotham? He knows what he should choose. He also knows what Batman what have him choose too.

“Ten seconds,” The man says, flat in tone. He starts a countdown. “Ten,”

Dick stares at Batman so hard his vision starts to blur. What do I do? He thinks frantically.

“Nine,”

Batman isn’t making eye contact with him. Give me something, Batman. He thinks, and then What if there’s something wrong with him? How was he caught just like that?

“If you tell him anything, Batman, he’s paying for it. Eight,”

Batman had given him the code. So he must have known something like this would happen. Which would also mean he needed something from him.

“Ah, so you do have it. Seven,”

Shit. Mind reader.

But what could it be? Did he want Dick to stay away from this completely with the codes? Is that why he gave them to him, why he didn’t tell him anything?

“Six,”

That didn’t make sense though. If he wanted Dick to stay away, he would’ve said so. Why did he tell him nothing? This means he needed to be here, right?

“Five,”

But if he’s needed here…what does Batman want him to do? Does he give them the code? And why would Batman want him to do that?

“You’re thinking quite hard there, sidekick. You don’t have much time left. Four,”

“Three,”

He’s out of time. He needs to make a choice, now. Batman stays silent and still.

“Two,” The man’s finger drifts towards the trigger.

Use your own intuition. It’s better than you think.

“O—”

“Stop.”

Dick’s voice is cracked, determined. “Fine,” He says, praying he’s making the right move. “Fine. I’ll give you the code. I have it right here.”

“Oh?” The man says. He keeps the gun trained on Batman. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Dick feels around in his pocket, pulling out the piece of paper. He unfolds it, then reads out the string of numbers. “39. 62. 40. 27. 14.” He pauses, then reads the final string. “84.”

Finally, finally, the man puts down the gun. He taps the side of his head “You’re telling the truth. I could hear it. Excellent,” He says. “Thank you most kindly.” He speaks into an earpiece. “You got that, fellas?”

Dick runs towards Batman. The man lets him do it. “Seems like your trust in the kid was misplaced, Batman.” The man says. “You’ll both be blown sky-high soon.”

Dick’s hands shake around the lock pick. “Sorry,” He chants, working to free Batman. “Sorry.”

He thinks he did the right thing. He thinks so. But he’s getting nothing from Batman, and the ominous feeling in his stomach grows…

The chains fall off, and Batman pounces.

He leaps, grabbing the gun from the man’s hand and tossing it away. “Robin!” He snaps. “Secure the gun!”

The man laughs. “It’s too late, Batman,” The man says. “We have the code. You can’t do anything about…”

He pauses, frowning. “What…”

Batman reaches a hand out, ripping the device from the man’s head. He screams, dropping to the floor. “No more of this,” He says. “You’re not reading anyone’s thoughts any longer.”

“Batman!” Dick runs up to him, gun tucked in his belt. “The code. He’s—”

“Nothing will happen,” Batm—Bruce says, whirling around to make his way out the room. “The code you have is a kill switch. The bombs are disarmed. All we need to do is clean up the scene now.”

Dick’s head spins. “What…”

“Get your team,” Bruce demands. “Reconvene and return with them. I’ll see you at the Batcave this evening for the debrief.”

He sweeps out of the room without another word.

Dick breathes in deeply one, twice. Then, only shaking a little, follows Bruce out of the room.

“What was that?” Dick demands.

He paces the floor in the Cave, running a hand through his hair. “Bruce? What was that?”

“You did well,” Bruce comments, stepping out of the Batmobile. “Your friends, too. You all handled yourselves exactly as you should.”

Dick gives a disbelieving laugh. “Okay. Thanks. Can you tell me what all that was? What happened?”

Bruce hooks his fingers under the cowl and removes it in one quick motion. “Simply put,” He says. “I’d been following this group’s activities for a while. And their experimentation with mind reading. And their attempts to get their hands on the bomb. So, I got there first, and got the kill switch.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dick asks. He peels off his domino mask. “I really should’ve known—”

“You couldn’t know,” Bruce says. He starts to make his way towards the Batcomputer. “Because of the mind reader. I needed to set this up so he thought he would win, so that he would reveal himself and use the kill switch on his own. And to do that, you had to believe what was happening at face value.”

Dick follows him. “Why?” He asks. “Because he would read my mind and find out?”

“Precisely,” Bruce says. He takes a seat in front of the computer, completely unbothered. “So, I gave you the code without explanation. I sent you on your way. I made sure Red Tornado turned the televisions on to Gotham News. I needed you to come in, ready to help, thinking you had the codes they needed. Therefore, when your mind would be read, they’d thing they would have exactly what they needed.”

“But wouldn’t they read your mind too?” Dick demands. “And know you were planning this?”

“Not if I keep the plan away from my surface thoughts,” Bruce says. He begins to type. “You’re not well versed in this yet. However, it requires concentration. So I needed someone else there who could handle the part with the code, and I’d take care of the rest.”

Dick collapses in the chair next to him. “So,” He says. “You were banking on me showing up there and knowing to give them the code? What if I hadn’t?”

Bruce nods. He still doesn’t look at him. “You would,” He says simply. “Because you would think it through and approach the answer logically. Which you did. I trusted you to do this, and as you can see, I was correct.”

Dick just sits there, mind whirring. He shouldn’t be upset about this (Bruce trusts him) and yet.

Yet…

“You always do this,” Dick says, frustrated. “Over and over again. When you tested my team. When you made us think we were in danger. When you,” And here he feels a phantom pain, somewhere deep in his tooth. “The owls,” He mutters to himself.

Here, Bruce’s typing pauses. “What?” He asks

Dick shakes his head. The pain subsides. “I—it’s nothing. You did it for a reason. But…” He crosses his arms. “I…I don’t want to be kept in the dark. We’re partners.”

Bruce gives him a weird look. “Yes,” He says. “That’s why I trusted you with this. Nobody else could’ve done it.”

Dick looks down at his lap. “I…I guess so,” He says.

“Good,” Bruce’s typing resumes. “Go get some rest. We’re heading out again later tonight.”

Dick hops off the chair, heading towards the exit. The sounds of typing follow him all the way to the door.

Trust, He thinks, trying his best to believe it. Trust.

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