#jason... i disagree but i LOVE where your head's at

[roseworth]

oo who are your top dc picks for rapunzel?!! mine are raven from teen titans, wally west, halo and jason todd (in an unhinged way where he leaves the tower to commit murder)

cass cain is my #1 forever dc rapunzel <333 the way she never got to experience the world outside of the narrow view she was shown by the person who raised her, then got a glimpse of the life she wanted and chose to leave said parent and experience it for herself. soooo rapunzel-coded <3 plus the way she believes in the best for everyone and refuses to see people as evil or irredeemable <33333333 theyre the same character to me

also!!! mia dearden!!!!!!! trapped in a life by someone who claims to love her, then some guy (with a goatee) comes along and makes her realize that theres a life outside her "tower" so she fights the person trapping her then leaves to hang out with the guy that saved her :') obviously not a one to one comparison because i am NOT saying that mia & ollie are the same as rapunzel & eugene since. ollie is her dad. but the idea is there

and im giving rose an honorable mention because shes not as much of rapunzel as the other two but if you don't think about it too hard nightwing #112-115 can be tangled with rose as rapunzel, dick as eugene (PLATONICALLY), and slade as gothel 🥰

anyways thats all i have to say but im using this opportunity to go on a new rose tangent

rose can also be eugene-coded. take my hand. sort of an orphan (both technically have alive fathers but their fathers didnt raise them) that turns to a life of crime because they feel like its the only thing they're good at (and in fairness they ARE really good at it) and they like doing it. theyre selfish and kind of an asshole but they have so much love in their hearts and genuinely want to help people but they look out for themselves first. then theyre given a chance to have a family & leave it behind so they do but no one trusts them bc they've hurt everyone around them before even though they've changed now </3 they also cover up every feeling they have by being an asshole and the only people that get to see their actual emotions are the people close to them. then once they show a genuine emotion then the dam is broken and they can never stop

all this to say. cassrose tangled au now please

[gay-dorito-dust]

DOMESTIC STUFF WITH JASON!!! THIS IS JUST AAAAAAA

Jason’s favourite thing to do when he wasn’t busy being RedHood was take care of you; primarily through the use of food.

Now he wasn’t the best but he most certainly wasn’t the worst cook in Gotham but it was the fact that he was going out of his way to cook FOR YOU was all the reason you could ever need to feel as though you were falling in love with him all over again; Also that man makes a mean burger and once you gave it a try, you’ve never wanted another burger from any fast food chain restaurant, not when Jason could make one ten times better then them in a small but cosy kitchen.

‘The best in all of Gotham.’ You’d tell him, only for him to smile, chastise you for talking with your mouth full, before kissing you on the forehead. ‘Not exactly a difficult standard to be but since you’re being extremely cute with your chipmunk cheeks, I’ll allow it.’ He replied, laughing when you began pouting as it usually followed with you unintentionally puffing your cheeks, making them more chipmunk-esque.

So each and every morning you’d awake to the smell of heaven greeting your nose and Jason’s side of the bed completely vacant of his presence- indicating that he has gotten up relatively early to start making your breakfast- before deciding to pull yourself out of bed and wander down towards the kitchen, where you were greeted with what has become your favoured sight ever since he first started cooking for the pair of you.

Jason often wore a black shirt and boxers to bed but the sight of him in said attire, working on multitasking as he made sure the bacon wouldn’t burnt whilst focusing on the progression of the eggs, made for an great way to start your day off on the right foot; hell! even with furrowed brows and a face full of concentration did Jason look as handsome as he always did.

You sighed fondly as you leant on the doorframe of the kitchen, smiling softly as you watched your beautiful partner work hard to make a simple meal of sausage, eggs and bacon that you couldn’t possibly resist the opportunity of getting to hug him from behind and rest your head comfortably against his warm broad back, arms squeezing his waist as you felt him tense a little before relaxing again when he glanced over his shoulder at you.

‘Someone’s clingy this morning.’ He teased, smirk plastered across his lips. ‘Why’s that I wonder?’

‘My pillow grew sentience, left the bed and is now standing in the kitchen making me breakfast instead of keeping me warm like he’s suppose to on cold mornings like these.’ You murmured into his back, nuzzling your face against him as he laughed, lowering the heat on the eggs and bacon so he could focus his attention all on you.

‘Sounds like a real shame but what if this…sentient pillow just wanted to care for you and make sure you’re well fed during the day hmm?’ Jason tilts his head, a playful gleam in his eyes. ‘What then sweetheart. Surly you can’t be upset at him for wanting to look out for you.’

‘Then i can’t possibly stay mad at him then can I for being the sweetest man alive.’ You replied, kissing his clothed chest in appreciation, revealing in the warmth while you can before he kicks you out for the kitchen for being an -and I quote- enticing distraction he’d be too stupid to pass up. ‘I love you Jaybirdie.’ You whispered softly, arms squeezing his waist as if to reassure yourself that he was real because in your eyes Jason was the perfect man to ever exist; He’d naturally disagree to this but you wouldn’t have any of it. He was perfect. End of discussion.

‘Love you too, chipmunk.’ He says softly as he lifts your face by the chin so he could press a kiss to your lips and forehead. ‘Now back to bed with you because if you don’t remember, you’re banned from the kitchen for distracting me.’ He then removes you from him as he gestures you out with a spatula. You chuckle and put your hands on your hips. ‘And what if I don’t?’ You challenged, brow raised.

‘You will, now get back to bed I’ll be much longer.’ You sighed dejectedly and were about to do just as he says when it was Jason’s time to hold you tightly from behind as he whispered in your ear. ‘And When I do it is then and only then will you get me all to yourself you little heathen.’ He then lets you go, though not before giving your ass a swift smack with the backside of his spatula.

You gasped as you looked back at him, only to see that he had already refocused all his attention back onto the eggs and bacon as though nothing had happened but even though his back was to you, you could clearly imagine the shit eating smirk on his face.

Bonus: for all my glasses wearing babes, I bring before you; Jason going out of his way to clean your glasses. Whether they’re smudged or just need to be cleared after it’s been raining, Jason will gently remove your glasses off of your face, press kisses to the glasses marks left on either side of your nose before giving them a much needed deep cleaning.

He even puts them back on for you afterwards too because he loves getting to be the one who puts your glasses on and off each morning and night with the added gift of a nose kiss.

[thebigbadbatswife]

Day 3 - Hate Sex

Pairing - Arkham Knight!Jason Todd x F!Vigilante!Reader

Warnings - 18+ content, if you're under 18 leave immediately! Hate sex, rough sex, table sex, ass slapping, name calling, degradation.

Summary - The Arkham Knight finally gets you right where he wants you.

You’re sure that he is smirking beneath that stupid Batman-esque helmet of his. Why wouldn’t he be? He has you pinned to a desk, on your front, your hands being held behind your back by one of his much larger ones and his thick cock pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. It’s embarrassing, not only because of how wet he has made you, but how much you’re enjoying it. The desk creaks beneath you from the force of his thrusts and just as you start to wonder whether or not it’s going to hold up or collapse beneath you, he gives a particularly hard thrust that hits a spot that finally has you moaning.

The Arkham Knight chuckles and does it again, making you moan louder. Until now you had been doing a good job at holding them back, not giving him the satisfaction. Mentally, you scold yourself. 

Your weapons lay scattered across the floor. The condom wrapper glistening in the light of the street lamp pouring into the office, from the window. At least he had those on hand otherwise tonight would have turned out completely different.

“Didn’t know that Batman had started allowing such whores into his ranks,” he taunts. “Wonder what he would think if he was to walk in on us right now. Bet it would piss him off seeing you bent over and letting me fuck this sweet hole of yours.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit, glaring at him over your shoulder.

“It’s the other way around, baby.” To prove his point his next thrust was even harder, making the legs of the desk scrap against the wooden floor. You mewl loudly, the head of his cock hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. ��Yeah, Batman will be really disappointed knowing his brand new friend is such a slut. Do you think he’s listening in right now? Hearing how much you like having my cock inside of you?” 

He wasn’t. Batman couldn’t be. You had switched off your comms before coming here. Not to mention the man in question was currently AWOL. He would have no idea where you are or what you were doing.

He pushes one of your legs up onto the desk, letting his thick cock hit deeper, making your moans louder. He leans forward, trapping you beneath his body so he can lean in. “I bet he is listening, isn’t he? That’s why your cunt is trembling so much around me. You want him to hear us.” He stands up straight again and suddenly the palm of his hand meets your ass cheek. Pain and pleasure from it has a high pitched moan leaving you.

“Hear that Batman? That’s your partner being a complete whore for me! Bet she didn’t even know what a cock hungry slut she was until she saw my cock!” He almost sounds manic as he yells out. “Maybe he should have you fuck the rest of Gotham’s rogues. Maybe you could even set some of them on the right path with this sweet hole.”

“Shut up! That’s not true!” You can feel tears forming in your eyes.

“Of course it is,” he slaps your ass again, forcing another moan out of you, while his thick cock keeps driving into you. “Why else would you be so easy? Moaning and creaming all over my cock? Finally someone who knows exactly what to do with a whore cunt like yours and you’re loving every fucking second of it.”

“I hate you. I fucking hate you.” Venom drips from your voice and your blood boils with hatred for him, but your body disagrees. Your words only drive him on as he keeps fucking each inch of his fat cock into you. Despite your very best efforts not to, your body reacts to his, your walls tightening and stars starting to dance behind your eyes as the only thing your brain can focus on is the feeling of his cock still drilling into you.

Then he pulls out of you and gives your ass one last slap, already stuffing his cock back inside his pants and zipping them up. “I’m sure that we’ll do this again sometime.”

[heroesriseandfall]

Jason Todd & Chronic Pain

I scrounged for the panels I know from Rebirth about Jason still having lingering pain and injuries from when the Joker killed him. We know Jason had substantial injuries and brain damage when he was resurrected, and Talia healed that with the Lazarus pit. But here’s some I know of being mentioned even after Talia healed him with the Lazarus pit.

The first I know of is when evil future Batman Tim targeted Jason’s hip because of a Joker-related injury that he claimed would eventually become debilitating for Jason. This move does take Jason out of the fight so it definitely seems like evil Tim successfully aggravated the injury.

Detective Comics #968 (Jan 2018) — earlier in #966 Batman Tim also mentioned future Jason would eventually lose an eye and a leg while fighting assassins.

More recently, regular, not-evil Tim referenced it while evaluating how to fight a Clayface Jason mimic:

Tim Drake: Robin #3 (Jan 2023) — Tim says the pit brought Jason back, which has sometimes been a thing. Originally Jason was only healed by the pit after he’d already been resurrected by something else.

This next one was black label, so it may or may not be canon (the creative team claims “it’s up to reader interpretation” and disagree on whether they personally think it is canon). I’m not a fan of the comic but it did pretty clearly indicate Jason had chronic pain from the Joker:

Batman: Three Jokers #2 (Nov 2020)

(There might be more than these—my reading of post flashpoint comics is kinda random and incomplete compared to my reading of post-Crisis. In post-Crisis though I think they mainly put emphasis on Jason’s destabilized mental health and didn’t really bring up physical aspects IIRC. His brain damage seemed healed and yet he seemed more affected after the pit than other one-time-in-the-pit characters like Dinah Lance or Cass Cain were.)

They haven’t bothered explaining how the pit didn’t heal them so far as I know (the pits kinda work to authorial convenience anyway). My route is usually to blame any weird Jason stuff on the strange, multiversal circumstances of his resurrection, but versions of his origin where he’s only brought back by the pit might not jive with that (which includes some Rebirth IIRC).

In any case, I do hope more writers pick up on this more and I love to see when it’s expanded upon a bit in fandom. I would already consider Jason’s mental health to be a disabling issue for him but it’s neat sometimes to have writers recognize chronic pain-related issues among DC characters. (I’d love to also see more expansion of Bruce mentioning he experienced chronic pain…it pops up every so often but rarely if ever in depth.)

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ID 1: Two panels from Detective Comics #968 showing Jason Todd as Red Hood leaping to fight evil future Batman Tim Drake. Jason says, “Sorry, Timmy, I don’t believe in Santa Claus.” Batman Tim slams his staff directly into Jason’s right hip joint, sending him flying back, and says, “Jason. In a few years you were going to learn that one of your bones never set right after the Joker killed you. There’s a growing debilitating bone spur in your hip joint. There, I found it for you you’re welcome.” They’re both in the batcave.

ID 2: A cropped panel from Tim Drake: Robin #3 showing a red narration box for Tim Drake which says: “The Lazarus Pit may have brought Jason back from the dead, but he’s still sensitive where The Joker killed him.”

ID 3: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2. A Joker leans in Jason Todd’s face, looking intense and serious. The Joker says, “Who is the Joker, really? We’re going to find out.” The word “out” is written in an extended sing-songy way. The Jokers put Jason’s Red Hood helmet over his head but they’ve decorated it with a wide Joker-style grin. The two Jokers laugh, then one says, “We’ve spent considerable time trying to best answer that question: who is the Joker? We found that judge. A serial killer. A surgeon. All rather predictable and uninspiring. And then there’s you. Tell me something. Why would you put on that helmet and call yourself Red Hood after what we did?” Jason, who is sitting naked tied to the wooden chair, says, “Come on. Is every one of you copycats gonna ask me the same thing? It’s a joke.” One of the Jokers holds up a crowbar as the other says, “A joke? We left you with brain damage and permanent nerve pain. Physical and emotional trauma so severe that the only relief you ever find is when you inflict pain on others.” The Joker holds the crowbar by Jason’s head. “You and me, boy…..We’re more alike than you’d care to admit.”

ID 4: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2 showing Jason Todd with no shirt on and small bandages on various parts of his arms and face. He looks at a calendar on a wall and reads the crossed out days that have physical therapy sessions written on them. He sees a stack of various healing and exercise books. The top book is titled Chronic Pain Management by Dr. D. Kresan. He picks it up. Barbara Gordon as Batgirl enters a different, dark room through a window.

ID 5: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2 showing Barbara Gordon as Batgirl entering her own bedroom. She says, “Jason?” She sees a book on her bed titled “Chronic Pain Management” by Dr. D. Kresan. Jason says, “Barbara?” and walks out of the attached bathroom with only a towel around his waist. Babs says, “I figured you’d left.” Jason says, “I hope it’s okay I used the shower and I…I didn’t mean to go through your things. The closet door was open and that book looked…useful.” Babs says, “It was. Are you okay?” Jason has small bandages and bruises on his face as he says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been okay.” Babs looks concerned. Jason continues saying, “What the Joker said…about how I’ve been on the path to being like them for years…they’re not wrong. I don’t want to be like them though. I really don’t. You believe that, right?” Babs says, “I’m willing to.” Then Jason says, “Can I ask you something?”

[onmyyan]

I’m back w another hot off the press neglected reader take. Maybe it’s the manhwa I read but I love the idea of how reader’s absences take a hold on everyone immediately. Like imagine for years reader has been vying for everyone’s love and attention- not just Bruce. They’d return library books for Tim, they’d help Barbara do some internet research. When Jason was recovering from injuries they’d leave ointments and medicine for him. And when Bruce was deep into uncovering a new crime ring in Gotham and losing sleep by the second a cup of coffee- just the way he likes it is sitting at his desk in the bat cave.

Even Alfred gets some care and loving from the reader too, reassuring them that should they make note of it he’ll let them know who to thank.

But they never do, they just move on as usual- some even assuming that it was Alfred doing his job as if he doesn’t already have a million other things to do when keeping an entire estate together by himself. By the two of you anyhow.

But when you turn 18 and leave the house they begin to notice just how quieter it is. How lifeless. Bruce has long ago forgotten how you’d cling to him when you were a kid, the man always passing you over to Alfred without a second thought- the sounds of your voice replaced with music when you grew older, a subtle attempt to keep the cold atmosphere of the manor vibrant with life.

Now there’s nothing.

Damien was extremely disagreeable when he first arrived at the manor, growling and cursing the stupid kid- never mind the fact that he too was a kid- sitting outside his closed door, leaving plates of food and keeping him company with one sided convos. Conversations that decreased in frequency over time, coming to a sudden halt when you left home without as much as a goodbye.

Even in bloodhaven, Dick was so used to the blinking of his phone in the mornings and night, reader always wishing him well and keeping him updated on what was going on in the family and in their life- a small gesture hoping that he might visit once in a while. But then, one day there’s nothing. No voicemail, no text, no call. Even the phone number is dead now. Assuming the worst, Dick heads to gotham, curiosity eating at him

God and if they look through readers room and see how bare it is, things they might have gotten as hand me downs and ‘gifts’ cared for like they were everything just left neatly as the only thing reader took was their clothes and what little money they had saved up before leaving. Hell, Tim didn’t even realize that you had kept their old t shirt in such good condition when they had waved their hand at you, telling you to take whatever you wanted before taking his old stuff to donate to charity.

Barbara couldn’t even believe it when she saw an old bracelet or necklace she had broken all pieced together, poor reader unable to get in a word edgewise to gift it back to her

Now they’re all fired up, with a newfound love and deeply seeded guilt for what they did to reader. They fight everyday to protect the innocent and pure- and here they were, all crushing it beneath their heel.

They just needed to find reader first… lord knows where they are now lol

You are feeding me so good omfg???!?? This is perfection I love love love the immediate change in atmosphere when reader leaves, how then and only then do they realize how much she's done for them, unfortunately for the new found Yanderes you are Bruce Wayne's daughter and you have his brain, if you don't want to be found you won't be, omfgggg this ate down thank you for sending it in babes

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Day 2 Stars/Space

Jason knew he was down bad for the idiot third Robin. He knew that things were bad before, but this was going to be a problem quickly if he couldn’t get his head on straight. Gotham had been put under a bubble of magic and it was causing people who were in love to have stars in their eyes when looking at the object of their affection. This was apparently fine for the rest of the clan, but Jason was not looking forward to going to this evening’s debrief. Damian had already claimed some sickness and was refusing to come out of his room until the magic was taken down, Dick was holding up remarkably well for the fact that everyone was having to watch his eyes light up around Bruce, Steph and Cass were comparing their stars to one another, and Duke was legitimately hiding out from the migraine that the lights all over were causing him. But Jason needed to be at the debrief and he’d heard Bruce order Tim to show up before retiring for the night. 

Jason had taken off his helmet and was contemplating if he could get away with wearing his mask through the debrief when Tim rolled into the cave. Jason tensed every part of his body to keep from looking up when he heard Dick gasp. “Oh, Tim.” 

Jason couldn’t help but look up at that, worried about the way that Dick said Tim’s name. He locked eyes with Tim and saw not just stars, but the depths of space in his eyes. They weren’t just singular, they were constellations that were burning with such an intensity that Jason could understand every novel that talked about getting lost in someone’s eyes. 

He took a step toward Tim and then hesitated before reaching up and taking off his mask. If Tim wasn’t afraid to wear his affection like a flag then Jason couldn’t be either. 

“I didn’t expect,” Jason started softly but then Tim was jumping into his arms forcing Jason to catch him. 

“I see you,” Tim said, staring into Jason’s eyes just as intently as Jason was looking at him. 

Tim’s eyes were a nebula where stars were born and died in the seconds that Jason watched. The fire and intensity of the space where Tim’s eyes should be left Jason feeling warm in a way that he would never be able to explain. 

“I love you,” Jason responded breathlessly. 

“I can see that.” Tim smiled. “You’re a galaxy that’s ever expanding, I can see the stardust in your eyes.” 

Jason leaned in and carefully kissed Tim’s lips. 

Tim smiled into the kiss and then pulled back. “I love you too,” he said before kissing Jason passionately. 

When Jason opened his eyes again he say that Tim’s eyes were still swirling galaxies, but they had flecks of golden stardust in them now. 

Bruce came over to talk to them but Jason only had eyes for Tim and started walking back to the cars. 

“Jason!” Dick called out.

Jason waved him off and kissed Tim again. “My place or yours?” 

Tim wiggled in his arms and then was climbing down him. “Yours, but we do need to listen to B’s explanation about all of this.” 

“He can send the sparknotes.” Jason disagreed and grabbed hold of Tim’s hand. “We have more important things to be doing.” 

Tim looked up at him and then smirked. “Okay, fine.”

[xixovart]

argo2nauts music headcannons because this is too much

the misinformation some of you guys have spread regarding their music taste is insane/hj

(p.s: this is my take on this, if you disagree it’s alright!! it’s just fun and games :D)

(ps2: if any artist/band i mention is problematic please lmk!!)

percy - perseus jackson is a pretty intimidating skater kid with a resting bitch face who is covered head to toe in scars and has his ears pierced. where did the ‘high school musical/disney sitcom’ percy allegations come from. he likes led zeppelin (he canonically has a t shirt in toa if i can remember!!), childish gambino, d4vd, late night drive home, deftones, arctic monkeys, and chase atlantic.

fav song -

annabeth: this is a bit harder.. i think her music taste is either extremely varied or only listens to one album on repeat until her ears bleed. for my sanity i’m going with the former. i think she’d cry over boygenius and mitski (for obvious reasons) and i think she’d like sombr and famous 70/80s guys like queen, david bowie, ac/dc, the smiths ofc. and such. also mac demarco and phoebe bridgers!!!!”!?

fav song -

grover underwood - ADRIANNE LENKER!!!!!: THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT IT. all of her songs suit him in one way or another. he needs to be seen more i love him to death. underrated man fr. also late night drive home, beach house, dream ivory, the smiths, queen, cas, WAVE TO EARTH!!!!!

fav song -

i know what youre thinking. “mali, will you ever shut up about this song?” answer is no. i will not.

piper mclean - CHAPPELL ROAN CHAPPELL ROAN IS HERRSSSS??? CASUAL? GOOD LUCK BABE???? HERS!!!! honorable mention: girl in red because don’t forget your roots. also madds buckley MAYBE? idk. also probably cas 🤷‍♀️

fav song -

nico - oh my beloved. he’d definitely listen to italian music when he misses bianca/maria but idk any italian artists so… for now we’re going with english music. and also very specific turkish song: m. by anil emre daldal because will. i’m thinking mitski, roar, mac demarco, OBVIOUSLY SUFJAN STEVENS??? cults, alex g, grimes, also very specifically: cupid by jack stauber? MAYBE conan gray… idk. and also definitely nirvana and guns n roses

fav song -

i heard this song while thinking of him and my heart SHATTERED guys do not make the same mistake i did.

hazel - i?? don’t know? really uhh… probably gracie abrams or adrianne lenker? phoebe bridgers, beach house?? soft rythm/music, deep/depressing lyrics. maybe tnbh but DEFINITELY current joys and adrianne lenker

(yes i made these first songs a rainbow on purpose (not rlly..) shut up i thought it’d be funny)

also this is her favorite song because it reminds her of nico and maybe marie, specifically the first lines!! (marceline [nico], is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?)

frank zhang - MAC DEMARCO!! BEACH HOUSE!! TV GIRL!! CONAN GRAY!! MONTAN FISH!! GANG OF YOUTHS!! also his grandmother liked to listen to songs in mandarin and he likes remembering her so he constantly listens to 茉莉花 (Mòlìhuā) and uhh if you have any other old mandarin songs lmk :D!! and honorable mention: it almost worked by tv girl

fav song -

because it was his mother’s favorite song

jason grace - this is difficult.. like very. i don’t think he’d listen to music very much and it’s getting hard to not keep repeating artists. rmcm maybe? laufey, probably.. he listens to pretty much everything his friends to. he’s very flexible when it comes to music :)

fav song -

will solace - controversial maybe but i don’t think he’d like taylor swift very much.. no problem with her but i’d just like to see more variety in will’s music taste hcs. i think he’d love mac demarco (he’s been mentioned lke 8 times by now but he really is will’s favorite artist), tv girl, beach weather, the smiths, chappell roan, current joys, vacations, lemon demon, sufjan stevens, boygenius. conan gray, specifically summer child because it was written for him (i would know conan told me), and obviously the entirety of the mamma mia soundtrack. because it’s will.

fav song -

from the same album as nico because symbolism and that entire song is for them and tyem only (and also achicleos)

leo valdez - MY BELOVED!! very specifically the spanish part in stress relief (si puedes venir conmigo, amor, yo te enseño todo lo que hay. pq me tratas asi?? como no soy nadie ITS VALGRACE GUYS!!) uhh also chappell roan.. and your best american girl by mitski. and the smiths and queen and pavement. and lemon demon, the strokes, the cure.. maybe nirvana? and the front bottoms

fav song -

ok thats it im lagging so hard bye

[boyfriendgideon]

as yr favorite local jason todd fan sometimes i get so fed up with the apparent inability of most dc comic writers to write a class conscious narrative about him.

and yes, i know that comics are a very ephemeral and constantly evolving and self-conflicting medium.

and yes, i know they’re a profit-driven art medium created in a capitalistic society, so there are very few times where comics are going to be created solely out of the desire to authentically and carefully and deliberately represent a character and take them from one emotional narrative place to another, because dc cares about profit and sometimes playing it safe is what sells.

and yes, i know comics and other forms of art reflect and recreate the society within which they were conceived as ideas, and so the dominant societal ideas about gender and race and class and so on are going to be recreated within comics (and/or will be responded to, if the writer is particularly societally conscious).

but jesus christ. you (the writer/writers) have a working class character who has been homeless, who has lost multiple parents, who has been in close proximity to someone struggling with addiction, who has had to steal to survive, who may have (depending on your reading of several different moments across different comics created by different people) been a victim of csa, who has clearly (subtextually) struggled with his mental health, who was a victim of a violent murder, and who has an entirely distinct and unique perspective on justice that has evolved based on his lived experiences.

and instead of delving into any of that, or examining the myriad of ways that classism in the writers’ room and the editors’ room and the readers’ heads affected jason’s character to make sure you’re writing him responsibly, or giving him a plotline where his views on what justice looks like are challenged by another working class character, or allowing him to demonstrate actual autonomy and agency in deciding what relationships he wants to have with people who he loves but sees as having failed him in different ways, or thinking carefully about what his having chosen an alias that once belonged to his murderer says about his decision-making and motivations, you keep him stuck in a loop of going by the red hood, addressing crime by occupying a position of relative power that perpetuates crime & harm rather than ever getting at the root causes, and seesawing between a) agreeing with his adoptive family entirely about fighting nonlethally in ways that are often inconsistent with his apparent motivations or b) disagreeing and experiencing unnecessarily brutal and violent reactions from his adoptive father as if that kind of violence isn’t the kind of thing he experienced as a child and something bruce himself is trying to prevent jason from perpetuating. because a comic with red hood, quips, high stakes, and familial drama sells.

it doesn’t matter if it keeps jason trapped, torn between an unanswered moral and philosophical question, a collection of identities that no longer fit him, and a family that accepts him circumstantially. it doesn’t matter if jason’s characterization is so utterly inconsistent that the only way to mesh it together is to piece different aspects of different titles and plotlines together like a jigsaw. it doesn’t matter if you do a disservice to his character, because in the end you don’t want to transform him or even understand him deeply enough to identify what makes him compelling and focus on that.

and i love jason!!!!! i love him. and i think about the stories we could have, if quality and art and doing justice to the character were prioritized as much as selling a title and having a dark and brooding batfam member besides bruce just to be the black sheep character are prioritized. and i just get a little sad.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Jason with a child reader who loves swimming,mud,anything to do with water and a mess💀Like he could be looking out a window and thinking"Oh it's about to rain.."

And the reader,as soon as they see rain start falling they shout and scream to go outside and play in the rain and jump in mud puddles

Or like-one day the reader goes to the docks with Jason and he's just watching the reader with the most intense stare,but-reader-reader just does this tiny little jump into the water and goes under the water and Jason absolutely FREAKS until they come back up and swim up to the dock and look at him with the biggest smile lmao

Insert jason having a mental heart attack because WATER=BAD/DEATH

Last post before I suffer the consequences of having to go to school and return at 3 pm.

So reckless!

Jason voorhees x child! reader (pla)

It's absolutely hell for Jason. I mean come on what do you think will happen when a person who's scared of water/drowning meets another who loves water.

Jason hated the rain for two reasons. One, it was like being drowned and two it reminds him of drowning, especially heavy rain. So he's aging a shit ton every time you run to it.

*scared about reader being in the rain noises*

*happy child reader in the rain noises*

Sometimes you scream while playing and it freaks him out every time,

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Jason put on his jacket and prepared for hunting for today's feast. He sure as hell doesn't know how to cook but his mom's there... Spiritually. You wanted to go too which he didn't object to. Everything was sailing smoothly but then one droplet hit his head... And then another one and another until it was now full on raining on both of y'alls heads.

He freezed and rushed inside, thinking you followed him too until he looked back and was horrified at the sight of you running and jumping around in the rain. And then you shouted and that's when he bolted back to drag you inside the house. he looked all around you, expecting some kind of injury but there were none.

"I was having fun dad, why did you bring me inside!"

Then Jason didn't understand why you screamed, and considering his lack of verbal communication he wasn't able to get his answer and question.

And then you immediately ran to the rain again and when you screamed a second time Jason understood why. And then you had the audacity to jump in a muddy puddle and trip and make a mess out fo yourself, still laughing in the process. Oh boy this was about to be one hell of a day.

Though trying to catch you was a bit of a challenge, he couldn't completely disagree that he didn't have quite a bit of fun while out in the rain with you. But he wanted you inside immediately regardless.

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Or that one time you almost scared him to death again when you jumped into the lake.

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Despite his muted protests, he just couldn't directly say no to your face when you wanted to play around the docks. And he made sure to watch over you with the most intense look on his eyes ever.

He doesn't get why water was so fun for you. I mean he can name a million fun things you could do that doesn't involve water. He wonders how he ended up with such a chaotic child such as this. Not that he wants to switch though.

But he doesn't need to focus about that right now. What he needs to focus on is you and the dangerously small distance between you and the lake.

He was fighting the urge to run over and put you away from the docks whenever you crouched down to look at the water and for ONE second did he look away.

He looked away and heard the blood draining sound of a big splash and he whipped his head to where you were so fast and started rolling on the ground and continously shitting himself when he saw you fell into the water for a second then ran his ass to where you fell to pull you back up but froze and frantically looked for you with his eyes.

He was about to cry so hard until he saw your head pop out from under the water and swim up to him, he was in shock so he just stared at you getting out of the water and climb up the docks and smiled at him as if you didn't almost just die. (what he thinks)

He never wanted to bring you anywhere near that area again. Ever. He almost died a second time of a heart attack, he thought you fucking died and exploded.

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It's an overall stressful job and life for Jason but aren't all parent's life. Yeah sure what you do is like dancing on thin ice but he wouldn't ever trade you for the world. He means it.

Omg this is so out of my writing style and idk and this was too short, but like I hope you liked it bro 😔💪

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

you have some of the best fics i’ve ever seen on this app, AND you always have correct takes. i love that people get pissed off over your takes bc it just proves that they’re in the wrong🫶

oh thank you so much!!

I have a feeling that you're talking about this post I made about Dick Grayson being 'over' sexualized

and to a point I do understand other people having different opinions than me - I think if everyone had 100% monolithic opinions, the world would be a boring, horrible place. and I don't necessarily think that anybody who disagrees with me is wrong

but I just hate it when people are hypocrites

like for one - the post I saw that caused me to make my post in the first place was someone who made this long ass post "examples of Dick being over-sexualized in the comics :(" and half the examples they used were people simply commenting on Dick's looks (which is NOT sexual in nature, just talking about the way he looks) or talking about him being charming/talking about him having a lot of girlfriends or being flirtatious.

and if this had been about a female character, all the comments about her looks would have been sexual in some way, and the comments about her past boyfriends would have been derogatory/calling her a slut in some way - when often, Dick is complimented for his sexual prowess and his ability to get a lot of women, and he will never experience the kind of sexism a female character would cause that's not how it fucking works

first of all - I fucking HATE the term 'over-sexualizing' because it implies that there is a line where sexualizing someone or something becomes too much**. and the second that you draw that line, you are moralizing sexual desire which is a fucking cop Christian Catholic thing to do. I do not care if sexualizing an object, idea, or character makes you 'uncomfortable' - there is no amount where it is morally wrong, and implying that there is a line where something is 'overly' sexual is rhetoric taken directly from Christianity. please kill the cop in your head that makes you think like this

**also - who gets to draw the boundary over what is considering 'too much' sexualizing? especially when it comes to a fictional character. fictional characters DO NOT HAVE a fucking consciousness. they cannot consent, they do not need to consent, so there is no one singular moral authority stating what is 'too much' sexualization upon them. fictional characters cannot have their feelings hurt by sexual trauma, so you cannot 'over' sexualize them

whenever I talk about sexualization in my posts (especially talking about fictional characters), I never state it as something evil or wrong. it's something fun

but anyway - saying that Dick Grayson is over-sexualized by the source material (especially when using examples such as him being called 'charming') is just fucking laughable to me. especially when there are dozens of female comic book characters wearing literal strings as their costumes and everything that has happened to Dick has never even come close to being the same

in my opinion, true equality would be for way, way more male comic book characters to be sexualized by the source material as much as the female characters are. and I stress 'by the source material' because I know so many people are gonna go "well, male characters are sexualized!!! have you seen how much smut is written about Jason Todd?" - male heroes being objects of desire for female fans is way different than every single female hero being drawn with giant boobs and being a one dimensional piece of eye candy in the actual comic.

people see Dick Grayson getting a fraction of the treatment that female characters get by being drawn in gratuitous ass shots and being talked about as being 'good in bed' before anything else, using his looks as a distraction, etc. - and they act like it's a fucking crime

this could lead me down a whole rabbit hole of ranting about how people only care about things when they happen to male characters and people literally only want to baby men (like the way every single fan talks about Spencer vs JJ or the fact that Hotch somehow became a victim of his divorce) - but I will be done with this for now.

my main point: sexualizing fictional characters is never morally wrong, even if it makes you uncomfortable. hell, neckbeard reddit bros drawing porn of my little ponys might be creepy, but it's not wrong. because those fictional characters don't need to give consent (because they are fucking fictional), and ultimately - you don't have to look at the weird porn that they draw.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Six: Five Months

"Papá," Angelo whispered as he patted Jason's chest. Jason picked Angelo up, allowing the child to sit on his chest. "Papá, I threw up."

Jason groaned and turned the light on. "Where?" Jason asked.

"In the toilet," Angelo whispered, "I called Mamma, and she told me not to flush it. She told me to wake you." Jason felt Angelo's cheeks and carried him to the hallway bathroom. Jason glanced into the toilet and picked up his phone.

"Emi? It's orange," Jason whispered.

"He didn't know how to send a picture, and he couldn't remember the color," Noemi explained. Jason kissed Angelo's temple.

"He has a low fever, but he looks alright. I've got him now, dolce metà. Do you want me to bring you something to eat?" Jason questioned.

"No, I'm alright. Thank you, mio amato. Angioletto? Mamma loves you," Noemi whispered.

"I love you too, Mamma," Angelo mumbled, "I hope all your patients get better."

"Thank you, occhioni," Noemi replied, "Jason, save a kiss for me."

"They're all for you," Jason replied. Noemi chuckled and hung up.

Jason flushed the toilet and looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo grabbed Jason's face and held eye contact. "You don't want to go back to bed, do you?" Jason asked. Angelo shook his head. "I thought so. Since we're both awake, what do you wanna do?"

"Does that hurt?" Angelo asked as he touched a faded bruise under Jason's eye.

Jason chuckled. "Papá's had a lot worse... And sometimes we have to make sacrifices for good causes. I took the punch because it was an exhibition match... It wasn't a real fight," Jason whispered, "And I still won."

"But does it hurt?" Angelo asked. Jason shook his head.

Jason sat on the couch watching TV with Angelo on his lap. "Nuh-uh. It looks worse than it is... Angioletto, do you worry about me?" Jason asked. Angelo nodded and lay his head against Jason's chest.

"Do you miss your Papá?" Angelo asked. "Mamma asks you."

Jason didn't want to lie. Angelo might've been three, but he was smart enough to know when Jason wasn't telling the truth. "I needed to be a father more than I wanted to be a son. Angel, most people don't have to choose, but my job in America was too dangerous, and so was your grandpa's.

"I had to leave America forever because I had you and Mama. I don't regret it, but I miss it sometimes. My family disagreed with how I did my job. They were angry with me because they didn't understand... But before I left, I changed how I did things because I wanted them to know I loved them before I went away.

"I don't think anyone should have to change to be loved as they are, though. Family should do their best to understand why someone acts or feels a certain way. Do you understand?" Jason questioned. Angelo didn't answer. He'd fallen asleep on Jason's chest.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, Angieletto," Jason whispered as he rubbed his back.

Jason drifted off shortly after that. He woke in a sweat, glancing down at Angelo, who lay fast asleep on his chest, shaking violently under his arm. Jason held his wristwatch to the child's forehead and cursed under his breath. Without turning, he grabbed his phone from the night table and called Noemi. She answered on the first ring. "What's wrong?" Noemi questioned.

"Don't worry. I wanted to call and let you know I sent you Angelo's temperature. He sweated through his pajamas, so I might take him to the ER. Are you going into surgery soon?" Jason questioned. Jason sat up, still holding Angelo close to his chest.

"No, I just got out of surgery. I'll postpone my surgeries for the first half of the day and meet you there. Is he upset?" Noemi questioned.

"No, he's asleep. I'll bring a change of clothes for when he wakes up," Jason whispered, "Call you when I get there." Noemi hung up, and Jason carried Angelo to the garage, putting him in the car seat before remembering their shoes.

He ran inside and grabbed Angelo's cup and shoes before returning to the car. The hospital was a short drive from their home, so Jason pulled into the parking lot just as Angelo started whining. Noemi waited outside, rubbing her belly with worry all over her face. Jason carried Angelo to the entrance, and Noemi offered to take him. "He's not heavy... Unless it makes you feel better to hold him," Jason whispered. Noemi nodded and took Angelo in her arms.

"Giasone? How've you been sleeping?" Noemi asked.

"Well enough... Noemi, how are you and the baby?" Jason questioned.

Noemi laughed and kissed Jason's cheek. "A woman grabbed my face, told me I looked beautiful, and swore we were having a boy. I think she's right," Noemi replied.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Jason asked.

"I have such lovely men in my life," Noemi whispered, "So, I think another boy would be wonderful. Maybe he'll give Angel someone to play with."

The nurse took Angelo's vitals and hooked him up to an IV. "Emi, I've never taken you anywhere, have I?" Jason asked. He knew the answer but wanted to see how it made her feel.

"No... Do you plan on taking me someplace?" Noemi asked. Her eyes widened, and he melted.

"It's a surprise," Jason replied. He had the perfect place in mind. "When Angel gets better, I'll fly us out. Can you take time off?"

"Mhm," Noemi replied, "Why do you want to go on holiday?"

"Because Angel's been so good about the baby, and we didn't have a real honeymoon-."

"I don't care about the honeymoon," Noemi interrupted.

"I still think it'd be nice if we had one," Jason replied, "We've been married three years, and I've never taken you anywhere nice... Except for Giorgio's."

Angelo sucked his thumb. "Thank you for bringing him in," Noemi smiled as she kissed Angelo's forehead.

"Of course... You know, he worries about me?" Jason whispered. Noemi nodded.

"He said a lovely prayer at mass the other day. Angel asked God to make sure punches wouldn't hurt you at work," Noemi smiled, "And he prayed for his American Nonno and all the people in the hospital."

"He prays for you too... When I took him, he prayed for you and the baby. Specifically, he asks for you not to feel sick and for the baby to be small. He doesn't want you to pop open. I've explained it to him a few times, but he still doesn't believe me," Jason chuckled.

"Angel's a good boy," Noemi giggled, "So... Holiday?"

"Holiday... But let's not tell Angel. I want to surprise him," Jason replied. He was hopeful, finally prepared to accept normal.

[the-coffee-fandom]

A Firework In The Sky (Don’t Worry Love You Are Mine)

For @girl-in-thechair

The bang of fireworks lit the sky for a split second, an explosion of golden sparkles sprinkled the air, decorating the black with shimmer light like stars, but they did not possess the ability to last like they did. It only lasted a moment but the memory lasted longer.

Marinette covered her ears as tears pricked her eyes. She took in ragged breaths, trying to get her heart to beat right. She stumbled away from the windows, tripping over a chair causing it to tip along with her causing quite the ruckus. Rather than getting up though, she curled into herself, eyes squeezed tightly shut as her ragged breathing became the only noise in the room.

"Marinette? That you? You ok?" A male voice called.

Marinette couldn't hear him though over the pounding of her own heart. Another bang rang through the air; the window allowing the light of the firework to shine through for the mere seconds it was alive in the air, but that was enough for Marinette to see it through her eyelids and curl tighter, whimpering.

Jason looked through the doorway at the sound and saw his girlfriend in a fetal position on the floor and immediately ran over, scooping her up against him, worry seeping off him in waves.

"Hey hey Mari?!? What's wrong?!?!?"

Marinette's eyes opened in shock at being picked up. As soon as her bluebells met his chocolate she buried her face into his neck. Right on time as another ball of dynamite blasted in the air to explode. She whimpered again and latched onto Jason tightly. His eyebrows creased together as he looked up at the window where the fireworks for the fourth of July were going on.

"Hey Mari," he gently stroked a hand through her hair as he stood up and began walking out of the kitchen, heading to the sound-proof basement, "It's ok, it's ok. You're not there. It's just fireworks. You're safe. Everyone is. He's gone."

Marinette kept her head buried in his neck. Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder as he descended the stairs. He got to the bottom and walked over to the lounge area, gently setting her on the couch.

"It's ok doll, it's gone now," he told her softly, still holding her close as he stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled after a long while.

"Hey no apologies."

"But…"

"No, everyone has gone through shit. And with it comes trauma. You can't just flick a magical wand or wish in a well to get rid of it, Pix. You're not the first one to break and you certainly won't be the last. But there's no shame in that. Ok?"

Marinette nodded and leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I love you Jay."

He smiled softly looking down at his girlfriend, "Love you too Pixie."

They sat just cuddling up for a while before Jason checked his watch for the time.

"You don't have the fourth of July," It wasn't a question but Marinette shook her head anyhow, "Fireworks. They happen every year."

"They sound like…" she couldn't seem to finish that sentence as her eyes misted over.

"Hey, it's ok. I know. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I forgot."

"It's not your fault."

Jason remained quiet, not agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Jay…"

"It…"

"Is not," she told him firmly.

Jason sighed and nodded reluctantly as a smirk sneaked onto his face, "Yeah yeah Pixie Pop. So bossy."

She stuck her tongue out at him childishly. He chuckled and captured her lips quickly in a kiss, pulling away with a smug grin and moving so his lips just barely grazed her ear, "Fireworks are over darling. Wanna go back upstairs and bake something?"

He pulled away with a cocky grin. She looked at him with a raised brow and a smirk once she collected herself once again, "Absolutely."

[gretahayes]

okay this is for the unpopular takes:

1) my favorite batman storyline concept is no mans land, i think there is SO SO SO much potential here to both cause character progression and be hilarious. just the idea alone is so funny and weird and really highlights my favorite part of comic books

2) i think duke should have been a batman’s robin for just a bit, and he should be entirely of his own volition, and i think he should HATE it (and this comes from my belief/wish that duke idolized tims robin a little bit but has a complicated relationship with robin in general) i think a character whos biggest thing is agency, making a choice that absolutely sucks for him is really interesting for character development

3) im a timlonnie shipper (this one is unpopular because not enough people know about it i think)

4) alfred angst is my favorite angst. i just love it when stories acknowledge the fact thats hes done things to the bats / favored bruce over the kids. it makes me very very sad.

5) i think (based on the timeline i have created In My Head) that dick was jasons robin, dick was tims robin, tim was dukes robin, jason was stephanies robin, and stephanie was damians robin. (this may not be unpopular?? but ive seen enough posts that do not suggest this that i believe some people disagree with this)

okay sorry for the long ask i love your content

also biggest red flag of mine probably, i love the of robin outfit with the leotard. its so cute to me.

Ooh this is a long one

1. I haven't read no man's land cause it intimidates me (its so big and long) but it's where Cass is introduced and I've heard many good things

2. I think that would be cool! (Once again I haven't ventured into current comics so I don't know much about him past what his wiki and his fans have provided)

3. I like timlonnie cause the shippers are very dedicated (& convincing) and also very very funny

4. Alfred and I have issues with each other and yeah! He did favor Bruce, and was an enabler, and that needs to be addressed more often

5. Steph to me is more of Damian’s Batgirl but kid-Batman Damian with her Robin was cute. Dick was def Tim’s Robin, no questions there. Idk about the rest though, don't know much about their dynamics to agree or disagree. Dick was the only Robin Jason had to emulate, so...

I'll forever make fun of the og Robin costume but it was adorable & Dick rocked it. Jason. Well he was cute.

[ejzah]

A/N: Taking a little break from my super angsty, dark fic and guess what we have today? You got it, more flirting!

***

The Agent and the Fireman, Part 11

By unspoken agreement, Kensi was paired with Deeks as his partner/handler. Although they’d worked with non-federal liaisons in the past, she’d never been responsible for one before. At least Deeks seemed perfectly at ease with the situation.

For the sake of time and efficiency, they’d decided Deeks would tag along for any interviews Kensi conducted, but would stay back if the situation turned more dangerous. Deeks had rolled his eyes at that stipulation, pointing to his battered forehead in an apparent reference to the dangers he faced on a daily basis, but didn’t verbally protest.

As she’d noticed at the fire sites, there was an easy confidence about Deeks that spoke volumes. He let her take the lead, but wasn’t afraid to speak up if he had a relevant question or piece of information. She liked that. Liked that he was sure enough in himself and his skills that he wasn’t intimidated by working with federal agents or trying to out show them.

“I bet this isn’t quite what you expected when your captain offered you up to us,” Kensi guessed as they left their third interview of the day, taking the long walk back to road where they’d been able to park her SUV.

Jason McHenry appeared to have gone to ground so they were hoping family and old acquaintances might be able to shed some light. So far, they’d learned little aside from confirmation that McHenry liked to keep to himself and was mostly self-taught.

“I mean, every day can’t be filled with shootouts and fire engulfed buildings, can it?” Deeks said with a sardonic grin. “It’s ok. Since I’m on restricted duty, I’d probably be stuck in admin. At least this way, I have the chance to accomplish something.”

“Oh, well I’m glad that it’s not all terrible for you.”

“The company is pretty good.” Deeks winked, the twinkle his eyes making Kensi blush. If he stared at her like that much longer, she might just spontaneously combust. She cleared her throat and made a vague sweeping gesture with her arm.

“So, now that you’ve seen what we do, you think you might make the jump, become a federal agent?” Kensi asked Deeks with a confident grin. “We’re pretty amazing, right?”

“You are,” Deeks agreed. “Especially one agent in particular.” He paused a beat. “I’m speaking of Agent Hanna of course.” He dodged her elbow, grinning, and shrugged. “No, I have no desire to leave the LAFD. I love what I do now. And, I’d say I’m pretty damn good at it most of the time.”

“Modest,” Kensi commented, but didn’t disagree.

“I don’t have any reason to leave,” he reiterated.

She expected as much, but still was curious if he saw any elements of NCIS that appealed to him. Outside of present company.

“I wouldn’t mind working with you every day, but I would miss the suspenders.”

Deeks’ eyes widened, his head tilting as he considered her. His mouth curved with that teasing, half-grin Kensi had grown to love in an amazingly short amount of time.

“So the, uh, gear really does it for you, huh?”

“Maybe.” She brushed a stray curl off his forehead, eyeing him playfully. “Among other things.”

He nodded like he was tucking that revelation away for later. The thought made her stomach tighten pleasantly in anticipation.

“Oh? Do I get to hear about these “other things”?” he inquired.

Kensi looked him over, taking her time to study the fit of his button down shirt and the jeans he’d swapped out for his usual slacks or overalls. She adjusted the collar of his shirt and took another glance at his remarkably tight jeans. “Mm, I think that’ll have to wait for our makeup date,” she decided.

“Which can’t get here fast enough.” He sighed, slipping on a pair shades as they reached the SUV again.

Kensi’s phone beeped in her pocket and she pulled it out, scanning a text from Callen.

“Callen and Sam recovered several items from McHenry’s apartment,” she told Deeks. “We’re meeting them at the boat shed again.”

***

Deeks tilted his head, watching Sam Hanna methodically lay out a collection of mechanical and electrical pieces on the table.

“We found a hidden compartment in Jason McHenry’s apartment with this, a thumb drive, and a whole lot of cash in it,” Sam explained. “He either didn’t have time to clear everything out of didn’t come back at all.”

“Those look like—”

“The components of an incendiary device,” Deeks finished softly for Kensi, picking up a small electrical board. He builds his own.”

“You sound impressed,” Kensi said, observing his movements closely.

“It’s a sophisticated device.” He slid several components together, talking as he worked. “This lets McHenry control when the fire starts, he can set it for a specific time, and with the accelerants he uses, most of the components of the device are destroyed in the fire.” With a little flourish, he held up a finished example.

“That was hot,” Kensi said in a hushed voice.

Deeks glanced at her in amusement, catching Sam shaking his head.

“Glad you approve.”

“That doesn’t tell us where McHenry is hiding out,” Callen said. Deeks nodded in agreement, carefully replacing each piece in its former designated spot.

“True. But it does answer some of the questions we had about the fire,” he pointed out.

“You said there was a thumb drive too,” Kensi reminded Sam. “Was there anything on it?”

“Eric and Nell are looking at it now. All the files are encrypted, so it’s going to take some time for them to access the data,” Callen spoke up.

“So far, all they have is a communication between Jason McHenry and an unknown party.” Sam inclined his head. “The wording’s too vague to determine the topic.”

“Alright, it’s going to take a while for Eric and Nell to finish the decryption,” Callen said. “You’re welcome to stay if you want Deeks, but there’ll probably be a lot of down time and you’ve had a couple rough days.”

“I have the sense I’m being dismissed,” Deeks said wryly.

“Only because we care,” Sam drawled, drawing a snort from Deeks.

“Ok, I’ll go. Text me when you find out anything new though.”

“Sure thing.” Callen glanced at Kensi with a smirk. “Kens, you want to drive him home?”

“Of course,” Kensi said quickly, like he might change his mind.

“Be back in an…hour and half,” Callen added. “Is that enough time for you two?”

“Not really,” she answered, blithely resting a hand on Deeks’ back. “But we’ll make do.”

***

A/N: No, I know nothing about incendiary devices. And yes, I am warping investigation procedures to suit my needs.

[magicxc]

Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true. 

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish. 

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: drowning

Chapter 2 - Julianna’s POV

Series Masterlist

“Let’s fucking gooooooo,” I yell into the crowd. 

I don’t know what it is about LMFAO that gets me pumped, but they’re definitely a vibe. That group was inescapable in 2012 and then they just fell off the face of the earth, damn. 

But before I can contemplate it any further, a drink is being pushed into my hands by none other than the fender bender himself. Man, I haven’t seen that asshole on tv since adult swim was poppin. 

“Is this that Jekyll and Gin?” I shout over the music. 

“Nah, this that beetlejuice,” they answered. 

Eyeing the cup for potential bugs, I shrug my shoulders and take it to the head cause lets be real, the craziest names yield the best taste. 

Next thing I know is that I’m ass up face down in the middle of the dancefloor bussing the meanest of whines for Freddy Kruger. And if I hear another Megan Thee Stallion song, Imma show him why she really calls us hotties. 

But unfortunately for him, inebriated me has the tendency to fake an accent or two, though I usually don’t know which one will get the chance to shine until the drunk meter hits full. 

“Sacre bleu nigga, Im tryna throw this ass back on youuu. So open your arms wide, bend those knees, and catch it ohh ouiiii.”

“Girl you play too fucking much,” he retorted. 

So apparently the accent of the day is French.

We dance on each other for a few more songs, my ass firmly placed in his hands while his pelvis roughly grinds into me; our bodies cradled together as we move to the rhythm of the beat. Slick comments like “get a room” or “use a condom” get thrown at us and it’s then that I leave for a breather before I fuck him there and then.  

Unwrapping myself from his arms, I get ready to go, promising that I’ll be back while he smacks my ass in return. Deciding on a cup of water before I step outside for some fresh air, I make a beeline for the kitchen damn near knocking over Lynn in the process. 

“Woahhh where’s the fire,” she jokes. 

“In my vagina,” I yell. “Freddy Krugers big dick gave my ass two muthafucking heartbeats bitch.”

“You whore, you smashed on the first night?” 

“No, but I’m about to,” I smirked. 

“Shittt join the team, I smashed the first night and became a girlfriend.”

“Girl when haven't you?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she downs the last of her drink as her beefy military guy comes up and snakes his arms around her waist; an acknowledging nod thrown my way. 

“Jason, right?”

“All day.”

“I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m legit burning from the inside out,” I said, fanning myself. 

“I think Lorenzo left the backdoor open,” Jason pointed out. “I’ve seen people in and out that thing all night.”

“Mhmm, yeah take a breather and air that cat out before you buss it wide open.”

“Fuck you!” I laughed, middle finger high in the air. “Honestly I’m surprised I’ve made it this long at his party as is.”

“At the rate you’re going, we’ll probably have to haul you out of here,” Jason chirped. 

“Y’all aren't still ‘beefing’ are you?”

“You know how he goes Lynn, if Lenny does nothing else he’ll hold a grudge.”

“Just give it some time.” 

About two months ago Lenny threw a surprise party for himself, however the fuck that works, and invited the usual crew and then some. He rented out a party hall because quite frankly we were tired of helping him clean up after his usual weekend shenanigans; and it was his birthday so ideally he wanted to get fucked up without being responsible for any mess he made. 

As the night goes on we’re all chopping it up and getting lit and I spy this gorgeous girl, I’m talking ten out of ten baddie. Now I’m far from shy, especially when it comes to something that I want, so I slid over to her, hit her with some of my best lines and made that shit official like a referee with a whistle. We end up clicking instantly. She’s downing drinks back to back with me, fucking up the dance floor with me, and even tried her hands at skiing the slopes for the first time. 

All in all things are going better than expected, hell I'm starting to think it's my birthday. At some point, we start taking body shots and somehow her trying to wedge the lime from my teeth ends with us liplocking, that slice of citrus long forgotten as it hits the floor. Our makeout session ends abruptly, both of us yanked apart with a fuming Lenny in front of us. 

Apparently she was a coworker of his who he’d been eyeing for a minute and I swooped in and ruined the possibility of something more. But the thing is, he had no chances with this woman in the first place and had he paid close enough attention through those bullshit conversations that he forced on her in the break room, he would’ve realised that sis was gay. 

Truth be told, I bruised his ego more than anything. And the fact that he pulled such a stunt like that, in his drunken state, in front of friends, family and coworkers has him a little more embarrassed than he lets on. 

I think Lenny is the bees knees and I would’ve never approached his crush had I known, but it still stings that he’s essentially beating a dead horse. I feel like he tolerates me these days because of the crew and quite frankly I’m over the silly nonsense. He’s my absolute fave of the bunch, our personalities being so similar and all. But after tonight he’ll hear everything I have to say whether he likes it or not. 

“Anyway I’m off to, as you so eloquently put it, air this cat out,” I joke. “Later sugar.”

“Dammit, is nothing sacred?” She screams. 

Chuckling, I make it to the back door, walking over to one of the nearby trees to light a joint. Bringing it to my lips, I inhale the smoky goodness, eyelids heavy from fun. Swallowing it down, I rest my head against the branch as the crunching of leaves takes me out of my daze. 

Spinning around, a small smile dangles at the corner of my lips as I eye the familiar face. Exhaling, I hand over the joint, a question that doesn’t need to be asked. Hands swiping over mine, the blunt slides from my fingers and between their lips in response; a newfound sense of serenity as we enjoy the low thumping of the music. 

Halloween aside, autumn is my absolute favorite season for the beautiful, warm colors that it produces - from the red tinted leaves, to the orange pumpkins, and the golden sunsets. The air is crispier and the breeze blows a little cooler and the wind tastes a little fresher. I don’t know but it’s something about the way the earth turns on its axis around this time of year that brings a newfound joy to me. 

Eyes closed in blissful solace, I listen in as another crunching of the leaves ensues, only this time I’m the reason for the noise. A fist to my jaw has my face slamming against the tree trunk, body tumbling to the ground as I try my best to recover from the force of it all. 

Hands desperately grabbing at the earth, dirt and debris get painfully wedged underneath my fingernails, watching the droplets of blood seep into the soil. 

Trying my best to scramble up off the ground in my drunken state, a kick to my temple makes all my efforts futile, vision blurring as I lose my fight with consciousness. 

|~~

My body feels cold and heavy, lungs intensely burning while my head feels an insane amount of pressure. Eyes shooting open, I see what looks to be the moon, a full one at that. Can you imagine, a full moon on Halloween? I see the universe has a sense of humor. 

I feel my body sink further into the cold, wet depths, limbs thrashing against whatever has me restrained and it occurs to me that I may not be able to talk my way out of this one. The more I struggle, the more water pours into my lungs, filling my chest with a fiery ache; salty tears submerged as my nose splatters furious bubbles at my body's pitiful attempt to cough up the water and relieve my chest. 

They say it takes about 40 seconds to drown and though I’ve only been down here for about half that, it feels like twice that time. I’ve always wanted to go in my sleep, peacefully and without a clue. But as I stare up at the hazy moon, surrounded by a deep blue sky, stars sprinkled in between, I figure this isn’t the worst thing to see last. Relaxing into the water, I give up my struggle and take a big gulp, ready to accept my fate. Vision darkening, I look up for a final peek at the starry night in all its blurred glory, or as I’d like to call this one “the party night” and take comfort in the fact that I got to live it up one last time.

[aglaophonosx-a]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

physical appearance

5' 5", 160lbs, her curves are soft and so is her body! She is indigenous of Cherokee descent. She's described in the books to have deep brown choppy hair and tanned skin, with hazel eyes. She also has hormonal acne that gathers typically around the chin(i don't write it having 'disappeared' after her aphrodite blessing. there's nothing bad or ugly about acne! it's normal!) I personally imagine her to have grown out her hair to a long shaggy 70's look, and to have a really thick 'valley girl' accent you find with that cali vocal fry.

gender / sexuality/ birthday /age

✨️𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭✨️ 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘦 3𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥.

basic breakdown

daughter of handsome, famous actor tristan mclean, and the greek goddess of love: aphrodite - piper mclean growing up always had a hard time fitting in, but this is because she was always destined to stand out. piper is one of the demigods from the prophecy of seven, and was vital to the quest to put gaea back to sleep. she is currently head counselor of cabin 10 and has the special ability of charmspeak, an ability that gives power to the speaker to suggest or persuade anyone to their will. her main weapon is katoptris, originally owned by Helen of Troy. piper mclean is defined by her empathy, her kindness, and her cunning strength.

FOR THE RECORD:

STILL UNDER DEVELOPMENT !

this may not look like your typical piper mclean blog! i understand that my portrayal may not be the most 'canon' interpretation, but i feel very inspired to give a little breath and insight into this character. please do not treat my character like she is a 'pick-me'. i will not tolerate any sexism ( or tbh any kind of bigotry ) geared towards her. she is learning to embrace femininity and what it means in in her own terms. she is a girl's girl. a big part of her earlier storylines have to do with her learning that authenticity is always going to triumph over superficiality. she doesn't hate her siblings. she doesn't hate girly things. come on now.

the gods: i'm a practicing pagan in my own personal life, and i definitely have my own views of the gods and their relationship with humanity that may seep in this portrayal. how i view aphrodite is a little bit different from canon. i love this series but i am dedicated to cultivating a more nuanced perspective and relationship between them. i would love to work with every mun out there to create fun interactions!

hey like. what's your default verse: i haven't finished trials of apollo, so as of right now: piper exists in some weird post heroes of olympus verse where things are still a 'bit up in the air'. as a default, jason's alive, leo's back. this might change as i finish the series and decide what i want to do with her!

shipping: if u want my opinion on piper and jason and leo's dynamics, it all kind of boils down to the fact that i think they are a unit as three even if uncle rick disagrees with me. let them all hold hands. i like piper and jason so like. you're not going to find me hating on that ship. i also think that piper should be able to kiss any girl she wants. i write a daughter of aphrodite so like. obviously i want to write romance and ships and things of that nature on here. not only am i multiship but i write piper very non-monogamous. so. whether or not it's 'canon' is not a concern of mine. bring me women, bring me ocs, i want to explore it.

if you want more info, make sure to check out my guidelines!

updated on 6/19/24