#everyone lives no one dies

[thenotebookwizard]

whispers I wrote fluff... And it's a one shot. Who knew that could happen?

TITLE: Ice Cream

FANDOM: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adora/Catra (Catradora)

SUMMARY

Adora is pregnant and on bedrest. Her cravings don't respect bedrest, so her overworked, overtired, and overprotective wife faces 3 AM kitchen runs in the vast Bright Moon palace. Adora manages a way to get both her ice cream and take care of Catra - no matter how stubborn Catra is about it.

Written for the r/fanfiction Discord Server's 2024 Sock Fiction Event.

[jomiddlemarch]

fireworks

“You weren’t lying,” you said. Across the dark lake, the fireworks were reflected in the water. Your bare feet dangled off the dock and you leaned a little into Joel beside you, gazing up into the sky.

“No,” he said. “Don’t mean to start either.”

You were far enough away there was no noise with the explosions, just another cascade of sparkling light, brocade, crossette, peonies. Joel took your hand in his. 

“Next year, we’ll bring the girls,” he said.

“Ellie’ll be too excited to watch,” you said.

“I’ll get a bunch of sparklers, we’ll tire her out,” he said.

[bellarosethefangirl]

Trish Una x OC

"Mermaid In Love" (Trish Una x Mermaid Abella Rosa)

Description: Everyone Lives No One Dies AU, takes place several years after the events of part 5. Abella is born into the life of a mermaid. She falls in love with the celebrity singer, Trish Una.

Mermaid Picrew Link

Word Count: 5.2k

The mermaid has long locks of wavy dark brown curly hair. The curls flow down her to hips. Her brown eyes glow with adoration for the singer. Her skin is slightly tanned and her makeup is a sparkly rose gold while her lips are a glossy pink. She wears a strapless pearl colored seashell bra, pearl accessories around her hips, and pink stud earrings. The scales of her tail are turquoise, it’s small size matching to her petite torso. Though a small mermaid the color of her tail gleams a hue of blue and green in different lighting.

The mermaid has long locks of wavy dark brown curly hair. The curls flow down her to hips. Her brown eyes glow with adoration for the singer. Her skin is slightly tanned and her makeup is a sparkly rose gold while her lips are a glossy pink. She wears a strapless pearl colored seashell bra, pearl accessories around her hips, and pink stud earrings. The scales of her tail are turquoise, it’s small size matching to her petite torso. Though a small mermaid the color of her tail gleams a hue of blue and green in different lighting.

She’s often noticed Trish when she visits the area to look at the sky. Sometimes she finds lost items from the tourists who drop belongings while on gondolas. She first saw Trish a couple months back. She didn’t grow fond of the singer until she’d talk out loud to herself. Trish would think outloud about her problems such as feeling lonely, being too busy to visit friends, or even her breakups. The mermaid was also drawn to her singing. Sometimes singing along to her lyrics quietly. Trish’s voice made her heart yearn for her.

Trish would often sing about breakups or friendship, but most of all she would sing about love. The mermaid understood Trish’s yearning for love or the heart breaks she went through as the mermaid has also had her heart broken many times in the past. The mermaid was working on a sea flower crown as she listened to Trish sing about her longing for love. She closed her eyes peacefully, enjoying her melodies. Trish only had time to stay for half an hour today. When she left the mermaid frowned, tearing up. It hurt to see Trish walk away.

She wished she too was human. The mermaid, Abella had no courage to talk to the beauty who would sing her heart out about love. She is a mermaid while Trish is a human. Abella didn’t think she could ever hope to have her feelings returned. All she could do was watch Trish from afar. Dreaming of the day she could one day be in a relationship with the human girl.

Abella looks to the flower crown made of seaflowers in her hands. She smiled fondly thinking about how Trish would look cute wearing a matching one. The sea flowers coordinate well with Abella’s outfit. She finished making the flower crown, coming up with an idea. Perhaps she could leave Trish gifts and work up the courage to write her secret admirer letters. Abella thinks back to her treasures in her cove. As a treasure hunter she has a room full of the rarest of gems and trinkets from the human world. It may be far fetched but maybe Trish would accept her for who she is.

The next day Trish visits the harbor as she always does, when she found an item at the edge of the dock. She picked up the item realizing it’s a pearl necklace. Trish thought it was odd finding an expensive pearl necklace at the harbor. She thought it was very lovely and smiled at the necklace within her grasp. She would need to clean it once she returns home. It was wet, it must’ve been in the water. She decides to practice her singing.

Abella is overjoyed Trish enjoys her gift. She worked on the necklace all morning. She became saddened when Trish left but this time no tears left her for she hoped for the best to come as she persues romance. Perhaps she could earn Trish’s heart if she tried. She swims back to her cove to figure out meaningful gifts for the singer.

Weeks pass and in the time Trish would visit the docks, she found more treasures. She realized the gifts were for her. Jewelry, her favorite flowers, and plenty of heart shaped objects. Sometimes the gifts were random such as seashells forming the shape of a heart or spelling out her name along with a kind compliment about her lovely appearance. Today her surprise was a letter in a bottle. It’s addressed to her. Trish looks around but see’s no one. She pops the cork off to find a love poem written in delicate cursive. Trish's green eyes widen but her pink painted lips are smiling at the sweet poem.

Days pass and the poems become more romantic until they turn into love letters for her. Trish was curious to know who the person behind the love letters are. She decided to leave behind letters of her own for her secret admirer. Trish had no other way to tell the person how she feels. Her heart yearned for her admirer the more letters she read.

After Trish left for the day Abella's hand quickly swipes the letter addressed to her. She's thankful Trish placed it in a bottle or she would have a hard time trying to sneak the letter away. Abella is too shy to reveal herself in front of humans. She's scared off children and the elderly when they've seen her in the past. She doesn't wish to scare others so she hides. Mermaids are a myth to humans and the shock can be a lot for most people.

At her cove she dried off her hands in the cave before opening the bottle. The cave is on the far side of Naples where no humans can go. The cove is much too far for any intruders so she decorated the cave with her belongings. The letter revealed Trish's own cursive. She decorated the letter in glitter and bright pink ink. Trish revealed returning her feelings. Nervously, the mermaid reveals to Trish she is a women and how she would love nothing more than to be in her embrace if she welcomes it.

Abella would get her response from Trish in a letter the next couple days. The mermaid was overjoyed by Trish's response. She hugs the letter against her chest then begins working on another letter. Abella enjoys writing her letters but it's becoming harder to retrieve and leave letters behind with Trish being so alert. She's also sneaky since she wants to know who her secret admirer is. Abella wrote an explanation about how one day when she builds up enough courage, she would reveal herself to Trish.

One day Trish was walking to the harbor when she saw another bottle written to her. This time Bruno and Mista joined her. They wanted to spend time with her before they had to return to a mission. Trish told them she practices singing in this area and they didn't mind joining her so they could catch up.

Abella had not a clue who the two young men were. She was incredibly curious, especially with their fashion. Though she felt unfortunate for the one wearing striped leather red pants with a checkered blue cashmere sweater. Abella thought someone should call the fashion police as she desired to give him a makeover. She does enjoy creating outfits of her own.

Abella overheard their conversations. She hadn't expected her true loves friends to be baffled by the love letters. The other man with the zipper themed white outfit warned Trish to be careful. Even if its day time someone could easily kidnap her.

"I appreciate your concern, Bruno but I'm still a stand user. I can handle myself on my own." Her soft voice said with confidence.

"You're a stand user but you're still a celebrity. What if a group of creeps go after you? This city is still dangerous despite Giorno's efforts." Bruno warns.

"Thank you. I promise to be careful." Trish admits with a nod.

She knows Bucciarati is giving her advice for her own safety. He is concerned for her well being. The trio were chatting amongst each other and during the time Abella would over hear the conversation. She found out they’re very good friends with the beautiful singer. It was also revealed to Abella how Bruno and Mista saved Trish’s life at one point.

Abella wasn’t sure what to think of Trish’s two friends being in the mafia. It worried her but she was relieved by their protectiveness over Trish. The brunette also wondered what a stand could possibly be. While Abella was in deep thought enemy mafioso somehow discovered the whereabouts of Bruno and Mista. Mista brought out his gun meanwhile Bruno and Trish summon their stands. Abella quickly became frightened by the dangerous men surrounding the trio. From what she could see they weren’t afraid of the mafioso.

As the stand battle ensued Abella pays close attention to Trish in case she needed protecting. Thankfully Trish is strong so she easily defeated her opponents as her friends did. Abella did notice a man come from behind to attack Trish. Abella grabbed his ankle to pull him under the water. She is fast enough to swim away from the mafioso but the others wondered what happened. Mainly Trish and another enemy since they noticed a hand grab the mans ankle.

After the two continued to fight it became harder for Abella to watch. Unfortunately Trish was knocked down to the ground after a particular harsh punch across her face. The mermaid couldn't let Trish get so hurt so she pulled Trish into the water to swim her to safety. The fight didn't involve her. Safety is Abella's first priority. Trish was startled but didn't realize what happened. She swims so fast, Trish had no time to notice where she is.

Once Trish caught her breath and understood her surroundings better she noticed she was somewhere new. Mermaids are extremely quick swimmers so Abella managed to get Trish to her cove. Her home isn't far from shore. It's a remote location. Trish breathes fine but she is confused. She looks to the stranger who saved her with worried eyes. She's thankful she isn't dealing with a mafioso but her green eyes are widened upon finding out her savior is a mermaid. Her turquoise colored tail is on display against the huge rock she is seated on.

"You... you're a mermaid." Trish said in disbelief.

“I’m a mermaid.” Abella said timidly with a nod.

Trish couldn’t believe her eyes. How could a mermaid be sitting in front of her? She stays silent until a question enters her mind.

“Why did you save me?”

“It’s because... because I was waiting for your letter.” Abella said nervously as she played with her fingers.

She knew it was now or never. Trish must know who she is. They’ve passed letters to each other for so long now. The mermaid could feel the fast beating of her heart as she anticipated Trish’s reaction. Trish knows she was writing love letters to a woman but she had no idea she was a mermaid.

Trish thought back to their letters they exchanged and smiled fondly. She didn’t care about her admirer being a mermaid. She was in disbelief because she hadn’t any idea mermaids existed. Trish thought the mermaid was as beautiful as her romantically written letters. She is relieved she can set her eyes on the damsel behind the letters.

“This whole time you wrote those letters. How does a mermaid fall in love with a human? I must know.” Her bright pink lips curl up into a smile while her green eyes lit up.

“I’ve hidden my feelings from you for so long. I’ve listened to you sing and talk about your life at the docks. I found myself falling in love with you with every talk of romance and life long journeys. I'm sure my letters answer the rest."

Trish was speechless at first. She appreciated the honesty but felt embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable. She supposed it might be okay seeing as her admirer is a hopeless romantic. The mermaid would write poetry or often express her love in many of the letters sent.

“I’m happy you did.” The singer declared with a bright smile across her soft features. “My friends are strong but I want to make sure they’re okay. In case they need help. There was a lot of men back there.”

Understanding the mermaid explains she would like to stay hidden but she’ll return Trish to the docks. Abella held Trish as she swims back. She could feel the heartbeat of the mermaid and her eyes would look across her features. The mermaid has rose gold eyeshadow that brought out her brown eyes. Her long dark curls spring into the clear waters so effortlessly. Trish had much in her mind but she couldn't resist admiring her.

Trish was on the docks safely but was soaking wet. Mista was nearby looking for her. Abella made sure only her head was poking out of the water. Trish was the only one to know of her whereabouts. The brunette dove back into the water to avoid being seen.

Trish sat on the ground unsure of what to think anymore. Mista ran over to her worriedly but Trish was in a daze. Thankfully Bruno and himself defeated the other opponents but wondered where she wandered off to. The tall male called Bruno over to them. By the the time Trish wasn’t shaken up anymore, Bruno arrived.

The two males hadn’t a clue what got into their friend but she was in the best mood they’ve ever seen before, despite being dripping wet. They grew concerned at first due to her odd little disappearance and the fight. Trish is very strong and doesn’t get dazed by much. She’s often helped the gang with her stand before. One doing mafia work must be alerted by something out of the ordinary.

The boys concerns grew each passing day. Bruno and Mista in particular noticed it more than the others out of their friend group. Trish wasn’t as much of herself the passing week when the two would check on her. Their friends decided to see for themselves by inviting her to eat with them at their favorite restaurant.

The singer didn’t look it to others but she was friends with very powerful individuals in the mafia. Many at the top of the mafia ranks and of course there was her friend Giorno who holds the title as don of Passione. She’s known the whole group for years. Their other friends consisted of mafioso as well.

At the table Trish sat with her friends at the center of the empty restaurant Giorno booked privately. Outside of Giorno, Mista, and Bruno were three other men. There was Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio, and Narancia Ghirga. One would think Trish would be baffled at such a table with powerful individuals but in this case it was the group of men feeling so as they observed Trish. Dearest Trish Una was in a loving daze as she thought to herself as she looked out the window. She played with a single flower in her hand given to her by her admirer with a bashful expression across her face.

They’ve never seen Trish smile so much in their lives. Her expression was so loving and sweet. Every time one of them would talk to her she was polite and kind as can be. They wouldn’t know it but it was the outcome of being around her mermaid lover. Trish is a reserved individual who doesn’t usually speak so kindly to the boys as she is now. Though she is friendly with them she is still serious and sassy. Though they’re all friends she wouldn’t be so soft unless they needed comforting or the advice of a friend.

The clean freak they knew was also gone. Trish didn’t make a big deal about getting dirty when Narancia accidentally splashed Trish’s hand with spaghetti sauce after it slipped from him. She said not a word. She brushed it off as if it never happened. She didn’t even notice the water given to her by the waiter wasn’t from France. She sipped at the water with not one complaint. The boys were also shocked about her odd actions and sweet smiles given to each of them. Especially to Mista whom she’d warn to respect her personal space or she'd make him pay her bill. When he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to make a joke which was something she normally didn’t like, the others were baffled. She simply laughed not caring how he invaded her personal space so freely. Trish only hugs her friends on special occasions or if they make her laugh. She's closest to Narancia and Bruno so she tends to hug them more.

“I think Trish might be sick or something.” Narancia whispered to Fugo and Abbacccio seated beside him.

“Maybe she drank too much wine.” Abbacchio suggests raising a brow not understanding her behavior.

Fugo is giving her a worried expression. He does raise his brow in thought. What could be the source of her behavior? Bruno realizes what must be happening to her but he didn’t think Trish would act so differently when she’s in love. Narancia and Giorno somewhat expected it but her odd behavior perplexed them to come to such a conclusion before Bruno did. Mista was too stunned by Trish's actions. He nervously spoke to her having a casual conversation. The gunslinger asking about her week.

“The past week has been the best in my life.” Trish said with a honeyed voice.

The others are quiet wondering where the conversation was going. Mista questioned what could be so wonderful. He jokingly asked if she won the lottery. Trish giggles at his joke, making him sweat. Her odd behavior making him of all people speechless.

“No Guido. It’s something special. More so than money or riches.”

“Oh you think so..?” Mistas eyes widened looking over to their friends who look as shocked as him. She’s also never addressed him as Guido before.

Even Giorno, Abbacchio, and Fugo show expressions of surprise. The three stoic and though they’re all serious they each show care for their friend. Trish is primadonna and won’t touch anything that isn’t designer. She continued her words in a honeyed voice.

“I’ve fallen in love.” She expressed without a second thought.

Abbacchio sighed with a huff but was elbowed by Narancia. The others smiled for their dear friend knowing of her failed past relationships. No one has ever made Trish so happy before. Mista sighed with relief and let out a laugh.

“Here I thought you became sick! So you were shot by Cupid’s arrow, huh?” Mista questioned.

“Wonderful news Trish.” Bruno nods with a small smile.

“Yeah who’s the guy anyways?” Narancia asked.

“She’s no guy. She’s a girl.” Trish confessed.

The group became surprised once again. Trish never expressed a desire for another women before. None have issues but Trish only ever dated men in the past. Mista was stuttering over his words not forming a sentence. Fugo and Giorno simply smiled her way as did Bruno. Abbacchio and Narancia are as shocked as Mista but have different reactions. Abbacchio took off his headphones while Narancia was curious as to who Trish could’ve fallen in love with.

“Perhaps we could meet her one day.” Giorno suggests.

“Yeah I want to meet her too! Tell us more.” Mista finally says.

“I think we should all arrange it sometime soon.” Bruno said.

Trish smiles his direction lighting up at the suggestion. She would need to speak about it with Abella but she’s sure the mermaid wouldn’t mind after speaking to her. Abella is shy and only hides from humans because she doesn’t want to scare them away or draw danger to herself. She’s also afraid of the dangerous individuals in town.

The group continued their time together in the restaurant as it had been a while they had seen each other in their busy lives. Several days after going to the restaurant with her friends Trish went to visit Abella at the docks. The two girls made sure no one was around before Trish giving her the thumbs up. Abella excitedly jumps out from the water. She is so excited to finally see her girlfriend. Trish plans to tell her friends of her relationship to Abella once they meet her.

Abella sat on the ground while her girlfriend runs over to her. Trish sat beside Abella to greet her with a hug and kiss. Trish would have much to discuss with her. Abella had an understanding how important this was to Trish. As the details for such an event were brought up Abella expressed she had something to discuss with her as well.

"You see yesterday while looking for treasure I found an arrow! It was inside a treasure chest. I got careless and poked myself with it. You won't believe what happened after." Abella expressed as though she was about to discuss a fairytale.

To others the next events to her story would seem fairy-tale like but not to Trish. Trish realized Abella received a stand. To Abella she saw a white figure it's head resembled a flower while its body had a slim sheer flowy white gown. It's eyes and lips were golden but its eyes are pink as is its body when glows. Abella figured out one ability to her stand and it was wish granting. After Abella explained she figured out she could make her wishes come true she asked Trish to meet her friends as a human.

"You mean you can have legs?!"

"Yes, mi corazón. I can grant wishes now!" (my heart)

"So your stand can grant wishes? Is there a limit?"

"So this is a stand?" Abella summons her stand in front of Trish in shock.

"Yes! I have one too!" Trish brought out Spice girl with giddiness in her voice.

While their stands interacted the two had plenty more to discuss. Trish asked about the arrow and told her about the one's she has come across with her friends. Abella agreed to bring it with her so she can hand it to the friends of her girlfriend. Trish agreed to help her girlfriend practice walking before meeting her friends.

Weeks would pass by and Abella learned to walk as well as figure out the abilities of her stand. It's wish granting abilities being in tune with her physical strength/endurance. Too many wishes will tire her into exhaustion. If she grants more wishes than she can handle then her body must rest for eight hours. She also found she couldn't grant outlandish wishes that weren't from reality as her wishes must be specified. She had another ability but the two wouldn't figure it out until much later.

The day came to meet Trish's friends. Abella was nervous since she hadn't ever spoken to other humans. She knew of their backgrounds as well so she was feeling a bit intimidated. Trish assured her they wanted to meet her and are good to her as well as other people. It would be again the gang booked an entire restaurant. Trish politely asked if they could go to a Mexican restaurant to further make her true love comfortable. They were all happy to accommodate especially since some of them knew Spanish.

At the restaurant Trish and Abella wore coordinating outfits from Trish's wardrobe. They're about the same size so Trish picked the outfits from her wardrobe and dressed up Abella. Trish dressed herself in a sparkly lavender holographic tube top with with a matching handbag, belt, and knee high heeled boots. Her other accessories included a fuzzy pastel pink coat, Chanel chain choker and lavender colored sunglasses. She dressed Abella in a light purple mini dress with spaghetti straps and purple print with the text, "She's no angel". Her accessories consisted of matching colors which included large sunglasses, strapped heals, angel wing earrings and an angel winged necklace with the text, "baby". Her small lavender colored bag is fuzzy with a thin strap. It was quite fitting for a bad ass girl such as Trish.

The others are used to Trish's dramatic entrances. They were curious about the girl walking beside her. She was a bit shorter than Trish but since they're both in heals they're a bit taller. Being polite Abella removed her sunglasses and placed them on her head. Her brown eyes peered over to the boys with a smile but her smile faltered at all their serious expressions. She immediately felt intimidated. Trish placed a hand on her shoulder being sure to move strands of curls out of the way.

"I'd like all of you to meet my girlfriend. This is Abella Rosa." Trish smiled warmly.

The others greeted her quietly. The two sat at two free spots at the table. Abella was seated beside Bruno while Trish sits beside Giorno. From the groups reactions Abella gathered they weren't under the impression the two were dating.

"You must be Bruno." Abella greeted with a smile on her pink glossy lips.

"Yes pleasure to make your acquaintance. I gather Trish told you about me."

"She did! One look at your suit and I knew who you were!" Abella spoke as she looked over the menu.

While the two talked Trish talked to the others. They were smiling at Trish aside from Abbacchio who is listening to music. Narancia mouthed a "really?" to Trish while pointing toward the curly haired female. Trish nods bashfully while the others give her thumbs up except for Giorno who is sipping tea.

"It's nice you have a girlfriend. Trish does she have the arrow? No one knows, correct?"

"She does but she'll need her stand. I thought it would be safest."

The others eyes widen including Bruno who overheard them. Abella didn't know they were stand users as well. As much as Trish would talk about them she would never talk about their stands. Giorno directs his attention to Abella and gestures over to her with a single motion of his hand. Abella thought he was incredibly proper and the long ponytail could mean one thing. He must be the mafia boss Trish spoke of. She was expecting someone older.

"If you don't mind I think it would be best to hand over the arrow. You're safe here I assure you."

"You must be Giorno. Very well but I must warn you it's transportation might be shocking."

Giorno raised his brows wondering what she could possibly mean. Trish chuckled at Abella's shyness. The mermaid is so used to spooking others and having a stand makes her feel so twice as much.

"Trust me they've seen plenty of bizarre stands in their time. It's best you show them because I didn't think they'd believe me." Trish said.

"Yeah my stand would sound outrageous to others." Abella brings out her stand.

The white elegant stand begins glowing pink in front of the group. The stand wasn't out of the ordinary to the others. One of the petals fell from the stands head.

"I wish for the stand arrow in my treasure chest to be on don Giorno Giovanna's hand."

Her stands eyes glow pink granting the wish. Giorno held the arrow in shock. Never in his time had he met a stand user who could grant wishes. The others are shocked as well but impressed. They each started asking questions until Giorno held up his hand to silence them. Though they're at a restaurant together they're still talking business. Understanding his orders they all stay silent.

"A wish granting stand? A stand with such a power would be fatal to you if the wrong person with such knowledge were to get to you. Me and my men promise to keep your ability a secret."

"I do appreciate it Giorno." Abella smiles. "I think it would be scary to be forced to grant wishes for someone in the mafia. I'm glad my wishes are limited."

"You were specific with your wish. I suspect a monkeys paw to your wish granting. Am I correct?"

"Your pretty perceptive, blondie. That's impressive! You're absolutely correct!"

Giorno hadn't expected the nickname but accepted it. He's isn't so used to others being so casual with him. It was refreshing to be treated as such. His friends could see the amusement in his eyes. Abella observed his black outfit enjoying the pattern and originality.

"Your outfit. Is it tailored or is it designer? I like the ladybugs and white flowers."

"I shouldn't be surprised you'd ask. A woman of fashion like Trish." Giorno went on to politely answer her question before getting her back to the conversation. "Trish has told you much about the arrows I'm sure but this is in good hands. My consigliere and I know exactly what to do with it. We don't intend on others getting their hands on it."

"So other mafioso know about it?" Abella's eyes widened.

"Si. More than you know. We have enemies with powerful stands or people with power who intend to use it for their own benefit. As don I promise to not let it happen. I want the people to be safe."

"I'm happy to hear Giorno. Do be careful with it. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Gracias senorita." He smiled as earnestly as her words.

His Spanish surprised Abella and she smiled responding in Spanish. Only Fugo and Bruno would understand the conversation. After they were done talking business the others asked her questions about her stand and her relationship with Trish. Trish was happy her girlfriend was getting along with her friends. Abella has so much trust in her and the others. Abella has reassured Trish that any friends of hers are also considered her own.

The lunch was good but Abella slowly realized how hectic the group can be. They're all outspoken which served well with Abella's introverted personality. She would be interested in Mista's questions even if they were outrageous. It would be the others whom would call Mista weird or steer him to other questions. After giving goodbyes to the group they promised to invite Abella again. The couple waved them off before leaving. They held hands as they walked.

"They were fun I look forward to eating with them again. I can't imagine what they'll give you for your birthday." Abella giggled.

"Me neither. I'll still appreciate the effort even if they're not to my taste." Trish shrugged.

"I bet you'll like me gift." Abella winked.

"Yes of course." Trish kissed her cheek.

Abella giggled giving her girlfriend a teasing peck to her painted lips. Trish held her hips and kissed her back. The kiss was the first of many but Abella’s heart swelled with love. Her deepest desire for Trish’s love came to be and she did it on her own despite being a mermaid. What first started as an unrequited love bloomed into the beautiful relationship they’d cherish always.

[figsha]

i love bullying relvet

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[ashpkat]

i can’t believe octavian died like… that. of all things in a middle grade kids books series. and everyone was chill about it. literally no one gaf octavian died so horrifically even if it was ‘just’ —and as the readers… we were chill with it too

[unfinishedslurs]

The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

***

While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[lo5o]

Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff working together on the Skrull invasion

(of course they ended up saving the earth and no one has to die because our girls are awesome)

[mintypsii]

how are we feeling about the live action sanlu nation

[leliwardens]

Bold of the Veilguard devs to make this game the one where worldstates no longer matter only to have a dramatic exclusive choice in the early game, multiple on-screen endings, and companion fates as quantum as Origins.

[figsha]

everyone lives no one dies au doodles

[hecksupremechips]

Thinking of vlr Akane is so conflicting cuz on one hand I’m so upset that she doesn’t ever get a moment to just rest and enjoy being alive again I’m upset that she just gets deeper and deeper into this role she’s built for herself and she loses her humanity and will never ever be that girl who died in the incinerator. But on the other hand, I need her to get so, so much worse I need her to be so obsessed with perfection she has this unique ability to change the course of history and she will burn everything and everyone to the ground in the blink of an eye if it means she can "reset" and get a perfect timeline and I desperately need her to never be satisfied with anything because really, is there anything that’s worth all the damage she’s caused?

[delicate-sketch]

saw a post about how people want will solace to have a gun because they don’t recognize the value of his healing powers which can be true but also

the whole thing in pjo is that for demigods fighting = autonomy and independence (which is why percy screams at the begging IT SUCKS TO BE A DEMIGOD) the idea is that the camp makes demigods safe (by teaching them how to fight) and any other type of labour isn’t that much valuable because they > don’t teach them that it is < / > they don’t live enough to need them <

The Harpies are the ones cleaning instead of themselves, the Ambrosia will heal instead of actual doctors (which puts a hell of pressure on Will when the ambrosia is not enough because he needs to treat those who are severely injured AND the light injured who already took way too much Ambrosia)

And I don’t think this was on purpose RR was just like “oh shit someone and something needs to do this boring stuff”

I think the camp should have an equilibrium going on like teach those kids valuable life skills (what is safe to eat in a forest how do I cook make themselves clean the dishes how do I treat an injurie without ambrosia ((this one for wills sake too)) how do I guide myself without a gps) and also what kind of fighting suits you because yeah in a world where monsters want to kick your ass you need to know how to defend yourself not because this is what makes you valuable but because it what makes you SURVIVE