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Halfblood Ranch

aka Atsa’s life when she is older

In her late 20′s, Atsa convinces her father to help create a demigod sanctuary on their ranch. Its physical location is between I-40 and Highway 89, but she manages to enchant it so it can appear anywhere in the Southwest if a demigod is lost and desperately needs help. She, herself, nearly died in those deserts during numerous quests so she understands the need for a Sanctuary out there. 

They decided to name it Halfblood Ranch for obvious reasons but it also has some cultural meaning as well. While growing up Atsa was often called a half blood or half breed because she isn’t fully native, but she embraces this fact as she grows older, integrating her native and greek heritages together. 

Unlike camp, the ranch is fully functioning in normal society and humans can step on to it. They just can’t go past the main house with the exception of Atsa’s father, Hastin. Their family have raised horses and cattle on the land for generations they continue to do so to help keep the ranch up and running. If demigods are staying there, they are allowed a week of a freeloading but any longer and Atsa will start having them work for their stay. She argues that it is good for them, helps them learn other skills besides sword fighting and running from monsters. 

A normal day involves getting up early to help do the ranch work, breakfast which Hastin happily makes for anyone around, recreational time, training with lessons taught by Atsa and any of her friends who decide to visit, and of course dinner. On every full moon, half moon, and new moon they will even stay up to have a nice bonfire. These days are Atsa’s favorites because it reminds her of camp which she does still visit from time to time.  Since turning the ranch into a demigod sanctuary, Atsa works fairly closely with both the Romans and Greeks for work. They raises good horses and Pegasuses for both groups. As far as protections, although humans can somewhat enter the ranch, monsters obviously can’t. Because the cross roads is physically located near a crossroads, Atsa was able to enchant the land with protection spells that make it seem invisible to monsters. They can’t even track it by scent. Demigods also may notice that besides the horses, Pegasuses, and cattle grazing the lands, large, black coyotes seem to trek the perimeters. One typically accompanies Atsa at all times. His name is Ma’ii and he functionally is Atsa’s familiar. 

As you can imagine Atsa and her father definitely grow attached to some of the kids that stay there. It always makes them so happy when any of them return to stay longer. She ends up being called “Auntie” a lot, and even Hastin doesn’t mind being called grandpa. Just don’t point out his gray hairs. Atsa goes out of her way to make a dream catcher for any demigod that stays at the camp. They are literally enchanted with protection spells to help keep them safe at least during the night when the magic is strongest. Lastly, Atsa will always argue that she isn’t a yeehaw despite owning a ranch!

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I just saw these and they look amazing Logan!! You have improved so much as an artist!!!

Days 1-4 of inktober 2019

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Fall Prompts 1: Flannel

I know its week three technically in our weekly fall prompts, but I have had these one sketched out for the past too weeks and just needed to post it!

It’s been so long since I have drawn Misha and it made me so happy to return to him. I kinda imagine this being his first year at Hogwarts where he is struggling with making friends and getting in a lot of fights (although that doesn’t change much in the years to come lol)

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the widow

@ravens-lil-nest and i jammed a bit on 20′s au, mainly march and jean. and i was writing a blurb and was inspired. this is kinda like before the au really goes into swing in 1922(?)

Jan 10th, 1920 Ginellys Ramona-Teresa Cordova Adley, mainly goes by Jean Widowed at only twenty years of age Just after six months of ‘marital bliss’ Inherited her late husband’s (Vernon Adley) company Some would call it unfair. Others may suspect

He quickly scratches out that last part. That was not his call to make, and the small pang of guilt didn’t help either. Clearing his throat, March looks to the woman across the desk. This wasn’t the kind of story he’d write. But after the last critique he made on an up and coming artist… He just had to wait till the waters cooled down, and make his boss happy by writing up a fluff piece here and there, with the occasional scandalous scoop. Through the thin black veil that guarded her face, her eyes catches his and she smiles slightly.

“Anymore questions for me, Mr. Porter?” Jean asks. Her gaze falls to the notepad in his hands. She moves a bit in her seat, and straightens her back slightly. March taps his pen against the paper a couple of times, his eyes never once leaving her.

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Rose Rework

Well less of a rework and more me spouting ideas and defining Rose’s character more. 

Rose’s upfront personality can be simply be described as cold and calculating with a permanent resting bitch face. Her mere presence is unnerving to most people, especially because it feels like she is always judging you. I imagine its a huge joke among YIJ that she never laughs or smiles when she first joins them. 

But of course I am a sucker for cliches, so Rose’s intimidating persona really is just her covering up her serious lack of social skills. As you all know, she is on the spectrum which she is really self conscious about. She stays quiet most of the time, more of an observer, but as she grows more comfortable around the team, she does throw in a sassy one-liner here and there. The first time she ripped apart Ethan, I imagine everyone felt like they had whip lash.

If we are being honest Rose is pretty passive aggressive when she talks, with vague threats laced in between her words.

She also comes across as quite arrogant and prideful, especially when it comes to things she knows she is good at. This is tied to the fact that very often feels inferior, like she will never good enough.

Rose is extremely objective orientated. When she sets out on a task, she won’t stop until its completed and very often pulls a couple all nighters in a row, especially when she is working on gear for the team.

Originally, Rose’s decent into villainy is a bit like flipping a light switch, however, I want it to be a bit more gradual. As you all know, her adoptive mother is quiet strict and abusive, so it really all started with Rose sneaking out to escape from it all.

When she was about 15, she had been roaming the streets of Gotham one night when she came across a pair of robbers trying to break into a jewelry store. She bluntly told them they were doing it wrong and before either of them could react, next thing they knew Rose had completely disarmed the store’s security system. At that point they simply shoved a bag at her and told her to cover her face. In away it felt like it was the first time she was really controlling her own life. The robbers were willing to let her keep her bag but all she kept was a necklace with a small, crown charm on it.

It just kinda kept escalating from there as she essentially was just exploring what kind of crime she could get away with. Arson was pretty high on that list, especially destroying anything that related politically to Senator Nelson, her mother. During one of these “acts of rebellion” is when Rose met the Gotham Sirens for the first time. They encouraged and even helped her to destroy the hall that her adoptive mother was supposed to have a speech in the next morning. This moment is what really pushed her to step into the land of villains because the Gotham Sirens became her idols, especially Harley Quinn. She wanted to be just like them and thus Queen was born.

Her whole persona as Queen is huge mental release for Rose, essentially becoming a living and breathing metaphor for her taking control of her life.

Rose’s main special interest, besides mass destruction, is engineering. She was 7 when she managed to make her own main frame for the security system at her house. Other interests come and go depending on the project she is working on, but in general she is just scary smart. Kinda like an evil Tony Stark.

She builds her whole look from scratch, with some sewing help from catwoman to ensure that that materials don’t agitate her. However, most notably would be the gauntlets and boots she created. The gauntlets have multiple different functions including a wrist mounted gun, built in tasers, and a laser like ability that functions similar to combustion bending from AtLA to allow her to cause explosions out of thin air. Her boots also have built in thrusters to allow her to hover and fly short distances. Later on in life, I imagine she builds a proper flying suit.

Rose also goes out of her way to build things for the team, especially after she grows much closer with them. She probably straight up builds Hanna a new oven after some mess that Dev, Will, and Annie caused.

So some things on the abuse that Rose experiences through her adoptive mother along with some plot that I have had on my mind for awhile to really shape and push Rose’s character. 

Senator Nelson is a extremely manipulative woman and has used Rose to get what she wants her whole life, putting her through behavioral correction therapy and verbal abuse on a daily. She has essentially driven Rose to believe that there is something wrong with her and that she will never be good enough. 

She is around 16/17 when she finally joins the team through Hanna and kinda realizes that it’s okay to mess up. During this time she is still in school and because she is investing so much time with the team that she lets her grades drop. At first this goes unnoticed by her mother, but during the spring semester of her senior year, Senator Nelson is informed that her daughter would not be graduating with the rest of her class.

This leads to an abusive lecture that Rose tries to ignore and walk away from, but Senator Nelson actually hits Rose and continues to do so until Rose just snaps and knocks her unconscious. She ends up taking her mother to an abandoned warehouse across Gotham to torture and possibly kill her. 

This is of course foiled by Batman and Robin and she is arrested which really blind sides the whole team. None of them really know about the abusive, not even Will but they still break Rose out of Jail before she goes to court. Its here that Rose finally realizes that the team really, truly cares about her and she is just so overwhelmed with emotion and I imagine this is just a good moment of truly familiar bonding for all of this. 

Also before all of this happens, Rose provides for the Team a lot, financially speaking. She would divert portions of her mother’s salary to a debit card that she gives to Hanna to help with food/medical supplies/etc. Of course she all goes away after everything goes to shit and the team probably feels it for the first couple months but that just means more stealing and bank heists so really everyone is happier in the end.

Another quick note. There is a couple reasons she doesn’t tell anyone on the team about her abuse. Firstly, Rose doesn’t trust most of them for a really long time. Secondly, she was scared that if she did that they would think her weak and abandon her. 

Now for some random things:

Rose is overall a very simple person and isn’t all that flashy outside of the Queen persona. However, she almost is always wearing some form of heal to add to her natural 6′0 height. 

She likes to keep small potted plants around her “lab” at the hide out. They all have names and Sir Lancelot the Venus Flytrap is her favorite. 

I noticed a lot of the team has died hair and all I can picture is Rose shyly asking Hanna or Brit to help her dye her hair pink one time. She is so happy and can’t stop touching it. 

To stim, Rose tends to pop her fingers a lot. She also clicks her nails against things to help ground her. 

Her lab and notebooks are littered with random facts about everyone on the team, like hobbies, interests, and things to avoid. They are color coordinated too, so anything written in blue is about Hanna.

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friendly reminder that people you consider rays of sunshine can:

get pissed

get stressed

experience negative emotions

cry

feel rebellious

be done with everyone’s shit

be too tired for anything

feel overwhelmed

need to be comforted

get furious and demand to be taken seriously

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I’m going to try posting here more often soon. I got new ideas for stuff but some personal things in my life kinda kept me from this blog. I hope you all know I still love this group and our stories. They really mean the world to me and I am sorry for kinda abandoning things for a really long time.

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I just saw this and it made my smile so much!!! I love March and Jean 💖💖💖

the urge to redraw this with march and jean was too overwhelming

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Camp Jupiter Cohorts - HoO OCs

Ayyee still doing this thing :D

Same concept as the Cabin’s List and Hogwarts Houses, but with our HoO OCs ^u^

If I missed anyone, got your OC’s cohort/godly parent wrong, or said your OC was made by someone else, please let me know! :)

Canon characters aren’t included.

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I saw Into the Spiderverse today and ooooo I want to make some spidersonas/ocs now.  Like I already have an idea of pair of twins that were kidnapped and tested on to give them the classic spider powers but also a mimicry ability. Basically they can alter their appearances to mimic other people.  Also I just like the idea of someone having a venomous bite and just in general more spider like abilities besides climbing walls. 

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the circle gets spooked cause i love y’all 👻 warning that clowns do appear in this video!!!

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Reasons why I’m an Art Major

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I have been rewatching avatar the last airbender and I really want an oc for the universe now..

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“ ¡Buenas!  ¡Buenas!  ¡Buenas! ”

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June 16, 1775

When I signed on to be apart of the Continental army, I honestly did not know what to expect. With my first battle done and loss, I look to either side of me and the best and worst of mankind. I have met many brave and courageous young men like myself, fighting for something that we all believe in: Freedom. I personally do not care for the pitiful politics that started this war, but the promise to shape this land into something better than our forefathers could is what pushes me to fight. We all have our owns reasons I suppose though, and most I can respect. However, as I have seen the bright future, I also see the darkness that creeps in. I fight a just cause but there are those that only fight for the promise of money, land, and slaves. Disgusting pigs that think themselves more human than others simply for their pale complexion.

When tensions run high, such as today, they are the first to bare teeth and spit venom like-

Daniel’s writing came to a stop when he heard voices from outside his tent. He quickly smothered the candle he had lit, dosing his surroundings in darkness. Laying down on his bed roll like the other two soldiers in his tent, he pretended to be asleep. Past Smith’s snoring, he heard feet shuffling past his tent and for a moment he thought it was Colonel Prescott checking the grounds to ensure his forces were following orders. With the lose today, the needed to rest well before moving out early the next morning. He went so far threaten that anyone who was up with the moon was to be discharged and sent home. Daniel honestly didn’t know if the colonel was serious or not but he didn’t need push his luck for not following such a simple order.

He really did try to go to sleep for a moment, but when the feet only continued past his tent instead of turning around, Daniel’s curiosity got the better of him. He could hear a distant voice urging whoever was with it it to keep moving and his imagination ran off with the idea that the Redcoats had snuck in their camp to capture one of his fellow soldier perhaps as revenge for the heavy casualties they had suffered. He was on his feet in a instant, pulling on his boots before stepping over Smith and Adam’s sleeping bodies to escape their shared tent. Their campsite was covered in shadow, the only light provided by the moonlight that filtered through the forest’s trees. To his right was the rest of camp, while he left opened up to the rest of the forest that only seemed to get darker and darker. In between the trees he saw a couple of dark shapes moving deeper in and Daniel bent back into his tent, grabbing a flintlock before following after them.

He made sure to keep his footsteps light, avoiding sticks and leaves from crunching undertow to ensure his cover. He probably should have woken Smith and Adam, or even get Colonel Prescott himself the the worry of losing those Redcoats all together was a risk he was not willing to take. However, he quickly caught up, the voices much clearer now as they spat words he couldn’t quite make out yet. He paused for a moment realizing the words were punctuated by a hard southern drawl that squashed Daniel’s initial suspicions...but they still could be loyalists so he pressed on. A second though, he halted all together when a sharp snapping sound echoed toward him, accompanied by a heavy thud a groan. 

Some mocking words followed, “Stupid nigger isn’t even defendin’ himself,” spuring Daniel back into action.

“Smart enough to know when a beating is deserved,” Another voice said, once more followed by a meaty thud.

He weaved through a couple more trees before coming across a small clearing between them were the scene that made his stomach clench unfolded. There was four men altogether, three surrounding a fourth. His skin was dark, despite the moon light shining down on them all and Daniel immediately recognized him to be one of Lee’s slaves however something told him that the other three definitely weren’t any of Lee’s men. Sure, they were white and southern just like him but they were poor men who still felt the right to beat others simply because they were born the right color.

Two of them were holding the slave back, keeping him on his knees by wrenching his arms behind him. Daniel barely recognized them, he didn’t really know any of his fellow soldiers names thanks to having only arrived in Boston a mere day before the battle. However, they looked to be brothers, sharing the same boorish face the sneered down at the slave with misplaced rage and anger. Daniel could only guess that the third man mirror their emotions, his back turned to him obscuring his face completely. All he could really make out was that he had reddish hair and when he spoke he had a more Scottish twang to his words.

“You’re the reason we lost today, nigger, good for nothing not even diggin’ and buildin’! Can’t even shoot a musket right,” The red-head spat, as the slave hung exhausted in the other men’s arms, head bowed.

The man scoffed, pulling up the slave’s head by the short curled hair causing him to grimace when his face came into view, “Look at me when I’m talkin’ ta ya, slave.”

Even in the low light, Daniel could see the darker man’s defined features, especially his eyes. They were dark, set in a heavy glare at the man who was trying to make himself bigger than him even though Daniel was pretty certain that he could snap each of them like a twig if he wanted to. He was larger the life it seemed like and he found himself staring for a moment before his eyes focused in on the blood trailing from his mouth.

“You’re not ma masta’” the man said lowly, a spark of defiance lighting in his eyes for just a moment before the reality of what he had done set in.

The red-head’s shoulders tense, holding back the shaking anger that Daniel literally could see boiling inside of him. The other two men mirrored his emotions, tightening their hold on the slave, practically baring their teeth at him. The red-head pulled on his hair again, bringing his fist back in preparation of a new wave of beating. 

“Guess your ‘Masta’ didn’t teach ya manners then. I’ll do him the favor,” He spoke cruely before his swung forward.

Daniel caught it however, holding the red-head’s arm back just before it made contact with the slave’s face. If he was being quite honest with himself, he had no idea how he got there from hiding spot behind the tree, both startling himself and the other four men whose eyes were all on him. It felt like time stood still for a moment as they all took in the scene they found themselves in and Daniel met the beaten man’s eyes, dark and unreadable, quite the opposite of his own. Suddenly time was thrown into motion again when the red-head yanked his arm from Daniels grip his burning glare now set on him. At least his and the two lackeys were focused on him for the time being.

“What ya think your doin?” the red-head asked, turning to face him more.

“Gentleman,” Daniel found himself saying, mocking the sense of cordial conversation; anything to keep that attention on himself and away from the already beaten man, “Perhaps you’ve heard the saying, a strong man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others to the ground.”

As he spoke, Daniel finally got a good look at what he was facing and really the odds weren’t looking in his favor. The redhead was much older the he was, early thirties it seemed, faintly resembling the other two men that held the slave down still. Possibly their father. It wasn’t unheard of how fathers and sons already were fighting side by side in this war; after all both Daniel and his own father enlisted together. He also recognized the man to be one of the few that had been gripping about money and land at dinner after Prescott had given his troops his hope speech earlier that night. He even “joked” about joining the loyalists side because at least they guaranteed a pay. Daniel felt something boiling in his veins and took all his energy not the sneer but keep the fake smile he had on.

“What did ya say yo me, boy?” The man stressed the diminishing term, daring Daniel to continue.

He stepped forward, getting into his space, towering over him and it wasn’t because Daniel was forced to the ground like the slave in front of him. Daniel was short, especially for a man and someone like him with any sense of preservation would have stepped away. However, it didn’t deter him and a small smirk formed of Daniel’s lips as he kept his stance tall. 

“Perhaps, I should put it more simply..if you really must take out your petty frustrations and beat someone to the ground at least pick someone your own size,” He said mockingly causing the three men to burst out in wolfish laughter. The redhead shook his head, shrugging Daniel off to turn his attention back to the beaten man between them all.

“And whose that suppose to be? You?” One of the lackeys said between his fits of laughter as the redhead went about what he was doing before they were rudely interrupted

However, any sounds of mocking joy was quickly stifled when a sharp wail echoed into the forest when Daniel grabbed the redhead’s arm again, twisting it behind his back. He tried claw at Daniel but for once his height came in handy as he forced the man to arch his back in an attempt to not cause more pain. He was about to say something witty but a new set of hands pulled him away from the redhead, followed by punch to the stomach that knocked the air out of him. Daniel was shoved to the ground, joining the beaten man as the other three towered over them both now. He met the darker man’s gaze for a moment, still as unreadable as before. Daniel smiled right before a sharp pain bloomed at his temple; his world was consumed in blackness.

When Daniel came to, he was sprawled on his back and his entire body ached. One of his eyes refused to open but from what he could see out of his right, the moon had moved far to the west. It was probably early morning...the sun would be coming up soon. While tilting his head some, pain exploded behind his eyes, pulling a groan from his throat. He pushed past it though, fumbling about to sit up straight. A pair of warm hands suddenly were on his back to help. Blinking a few times, Daniel recognized that it was the slave from earlier, beaten and discarded in the forest just like him. It made something in his heart twist and pull.  

“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stop them,” Daniel apologized quite honestly and the other man looked surprised for a moment.

However the flicker of emotion vanished as he turned his attention to tend to Daniel, completely forgetting his own injuries. This made him frown and he gently pushed him away, causing his wrist to hurt but he ignored it. 

“I’m fine, take care of yourself,” He said, quickly realizing it came across as an order and he made sure to correct himself, “I mean, I appreciate it but you’re probably worse than me. I have a suturing kit back at camp if you need it.” Daniel could tell that they both had at least one head injury that needed to be sewn close if not more. The other man hesitated but followed through with what Daniel said, starting to use his shirt to wipe away the blood on his face. Satisfied for now, Daniel eased back into a lying position to release the tension in his back. Staring up at the night sky, he started counting the stars, something to keep his mind working on as he pinpointed what parts of him were bruised and beaten...so essentially everywhere. However, he was distracted by the feeling of eyes staring at him. 

“You can talk freely if you want,” He said, putting the possibility out there. Silence followed for while and all Daniel could hear was the distant rustling of animals deeper in the forest and his own painful breathing. At some point he closed his eyes, just focusing on his deep breaths while he could feel his rips practically creak with each inhale and exhale. He definitely had a broken rib...hopefully he could see the surgeon before they packed up at dawn to see about wrapping him up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” a low voice said beside him, causing his eyes to snap open. 

“Didn’t do much really...” he pointed out.

“More than most,” a pause followed before the other man continued, “Why?”

Now that was a question that had a very simply answer to and it was all thanks to Daniel’s ridiculous sense of justice. However, instead of going on a rant about life and liberties and all sorts of other nonsense, Daniel pushed himself to sit up once more. The darker man’s hands were suddenly on him again, trying to push him back down to rest but Daniel shrugged him off. Wincing only ever second, he sat up to face him. He took notice of something, and gestured to both of their hands. In the low light, there was a light sheen across each other their palms.  

“The way I see it, you and I bleed the same red blood, just like every other man fighting for something in this world. We’re equals,” Daniel said slowly, “Can’t speak for everyone out here, especially those bastards that drug you out here in the first place, but I defend for my own and that’s every man, woman, and child that’s been beaten, ridiculed, or deride for just living.”

“But Imma slave,” the other man muttered, “Not a man.”

“And the bastards that made you believe that will choke on their own words someday,” Daniel said quiet seriously as though he had any right to judge and condemn.

That got a glimmer of smile out of the other man, a puff of laughter even, “Let me guess, you’ll be the one ta do it?”

He couldn’t help but laugh as well, even as his ribs screamed in pain, “That’s right. I’ll record their ignorant words and then shoved it down their throats to send them straight to hell.”

They both shook their heads in amusement of each other, falling into a comfortable silence. The ache was returning throughout Daniel body, and all he wanted was to lay down but he knew that they both needed to get back to camp. Sure it was one thing for him to have gone missing in the middle of the night, but despite his hopefully words he knew Charles Lee would not be happy to find one of his slave’s missing. Mentally preparing himself to try and stand up, that low voice pulled him from his thoughts once more. 

“I think ya saved my life tonight, spread their beating out between the two of us,” the other an said quiet contemplatively, “How can I repay you?”

“Just help me to my feet and we’ll call it even.”

He looked like his was about to protest but Daniel held out his hand, the same one that had blood on it earlier. Most of it was dried and wiped off but a red hue still graced his palm, much like his face and neck. The other man didn’t even grimace as he clapped his own dried hand to take Daniel’s. With equal effort, they helped each other to stand, softly groaning thanks to whatever new pains made themselves known in their beaten bodies. Daniel tried to step forward to head back to camp but his right leg practically crumbled but thankfully he was caught by large hands and arms.

“Actually, help me back to camp and then we’re even,” He said with a pained smile, already trying to wrap an arm around the other man’s shoulders. 

It was a bit awkward, given their height difference but they made do and soon enough they were making their way back to camp. When they arrived only a few other men were up and about, already preparing to leave. Two caught sight of the beaten pair and their eyes widened before the rushed to help them both to the surgeons. They were sewn up and wrapped in bandages all while Daniel was making a poutty face about being touched which caused his companion to have to bite back a laugh. 

The surgeon stepped outside of his tent for a moment and Daniel recognized Colonel Prescott voice. It also was sounding like he was speaking to the men that found them, demanding to know what happened. Charles Lee voice joined the noise outside and Daniel saw the man beside him visibly recoil. He turned to face, gently prodding his side to get his attention. 

“I think we worked on the wall together,” Daniel said, referring to the night before last where they also didn’t sleep any, “East side facing the harbor, don’t think I caught your name then. I’m Daniel Davenport.”

He didn’t really expect the man to answer; he had been silent ever since they got back to camp. However, for a moment his dark eyes soften. “Thomas...I’m Thomas Lee.”

He immediately went silent again when his master and the Colonel entered the tent, followed by the surgeon. He went back to work, messing with Daniel’s stitches on his temple once more while he relayed the nights events to the enraged Colonel. Sometimes it was a good thing that Daniel talked too much because it gave hardly any time for Charles to interject himself, something he knew Thomas was grateful for.

June 17th 1775

Misters Alan, Bennett, and Richard O’Sullivan are due to return to New York City to be tried for the attempted murders of Private Daniel Davenport and Thomas Lee. Proceedings shall be seen under a military court martial. If convicted and found guilty, they are to be sentenced to public hanging.

Signed by: Colonel William Prescott.

Order recorded by: Daniel Davenport.

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Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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jean and atsa in e3 and a2 if that’s okay? :D

Of course it is!