#maybe lemonade wally!

[vinestaff]

he's saying hello! say hello!!!

based this off of my green pony town wally cosplay! :D

[artsybug0]

How would actor Millie react to like a puppet script writer having beef with Wally (a better explanation here) cause just curious tbh!!

[Love your character! Love your art style! Will eat it if I wasn't anxious af to ruin it kind feels like it would be cherry or strawberry maybe pink lemonade?? No!! Those pixie sticks!!]

Millie’s used to seeing Wally scold a staff member of any kind. She always knew (to be fair though, Wally didn’t put up much effort into hiding it from her like he hides from his friends so she knew before she was important to him)

It’s actually kinda funny because if Wally is having a moment again Millie is basically what they use to make him calm again 😂

I’m not saying she’s the only thing that makes him calm again. But she’s still one of those things!

So when he’s scolding someone who doesn’t deserve it, Millie to the rescue!

Even if you have beef with Wally I don’t think she would mind much. There’s a couple of people who hate him and have beer with him. She’s fully aware of it. But she keeps a close eye on you because if you touch him you will not be able to use that hand again. I repeat, she will do anything to keep the people she cares for safe, happy, and healthy.

But she’ll try to end y’all argument by doing what she usually does to get Wally to calm down!

She simply hugs him from behind and nuzzles her face into his neck to gain his attention and starts talking to him like “honey..please calm down, you’re making a scene” “I don’t think they deserved a scolding, my love” “hun, you’re doing it again..” and kissing his cheek

She acts as a huge distraction basically 😂

(That’s so nice of you! And an interesting taste for my art 🤔)

[oliveebread]

What flavor of snowcone I think each of the Welcome Home neighbors would get.

As someone who works at a Bahama Bucks :]

Wally: Your probably think he would get Apple, but no. It would probably confuse him. I think he would get Blue Raspberry or maybe Cherry.

Barnaby: I can see him liking Blue Coconut, but would also put a bunch of toppings on his Sno, like chocolate sauce and pickles or something. (Yes you can get pickles on a snowcone)

Julie: I feel like she would really like Strawberry or our Strawberry Cheesecake Delight (Strawberry cheesecake flavor with cream and vanilla icecream at the bottom).

Frank: They would probably get Vanilla, but add vanilla or chocolate icecream to their snowcone. I could also see them getting Lemon or Lime.. or maybe both!

Sally: She would LOVE the super sour flavors, specifically Super Sour Pink Lemonade. I can also see her getting Tigers Blood, cause it sounded cool.

Howdy: Instead of Wally, I feel like Howdy would actually be the one to get an Apple snowcone, and he would get caramel and cinnamon sugar on top.

Eddie: I feel like Eddie would really like the more tropical flavors, like Pineapple or Mango, or maybe both! He would also get gummy bears on his Snos.

Poppy: I can see her always getting Pina Colada, maybe Peach as well. She probably got Key Lime Pie as well before it got discontinued. (This made her very sad)

[ragingbookdragon]

I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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[hood-ex]

Dick and Joey? Maybe talking about their fathers?

Joey’s fingers ghosted a little too close to Dick’s busted lip. Dick jerked backwards to avoid the contact, imagining the pain it would cause. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” Joey signed with his hand over his chest. His green eyes were wide and apologetic. “I just wanted to get a better look at it.”

“It’s okay,” Dick said, knowing Joey meant well. He stopped himself just before he compulsively ran his tongue over the wound. “Just do me a favor and try not to make me laugh or anything, okay?”

Joey’s expression conveyed his sarcasm perfectly as he signed, “That’s going to be a bit of a problem since we both know how hysterical I am.”

Dick smiled at the joke without thinking about it and immediately grimaced. “Ow! Shit!” 

Joey winced in sympathy. “Let me go get an ice pack for you.”

“I—” Dick sighed. “Yeah, okay. If you wouldn’t mind.”

Joey signed a word Dick didn’t know and then was gone in a flash, practically running towards the kitchen. Dick knew it would take him some time to come back since Gar’s house was huge. 

Dick walked through the doors of the terrace that overlooked the backyard. He leaned his arms against the railing and looked down at the large rectangular pool that Gar and Wally were swimming in. Raven was sitting on the edge just dipping her feet in. She was laughing as Gar chased Wally through the water in his dolphin form.

Donna and Kory were stretched out on the pool chairs. They were both flipping through magazines and sipping the lemonade Gar’s kitchen staff had made for them. Every minute or so one of them would giggle at a picture they saw and then they’d lean over to share what was so funny.  

Dick didn’t even realize he was smiling while watching them until he felt pain explode across his mouth. He just barely stopped himself from cursing. Mood souring slightly, Dick headed back inside just as Joey was rounding the corner into the room. 

“Catch,” Joey signed, throwing the cold compress towards him. 

Dick easily caught it one handed. “Thanks, Joe.” He sat down on the couch across from the giant TV. The show they’d been watching earlier had changed to a rerun of Family Ties. 

Dick pressed the compress to his lip, wincing at both the pressure on his wound and from the sudden cold. 

“You ever seen this show?” he asked. The couch dipped as Joey sat next to him. “That Alex guy is pretty funny.”

Joey squinted at the TV. “I don’t think so.”

“What? You don’t think Alex is funny?” Dick teased, knowing that wasn’t what Joey was referring to. 

Joey smiled and knocked his shoulder against Dick’s playfully. “Funnier than you.” 

Dick retaliated with a shoulder bump of his own and then they both got quiet and focused on the show. 

Dick had always found these family sitcom shows interesting since the character’s lives were so different from his circus life and his childhood in Gotham. The family dynamics on the show were pretty close to what he had with his parents. The deep, emotional talks that ended with hugs were very reminiscent of what he experienced with his parents when they had problems. 

His experience having emotional talks with Bruce was a little different to say the least. It didn’t compare as much to the family on TV. At least, Dick couldn’t remember an episode where Mr. Keaton slapped Alex across the face when he was upset. 

“Hey, Joey?”

Dick wasn’t sure he could talk without his voice sounding strangled. He decided to talk with his hands instead. 

“What do you do when your dad does something that hurts you?”

If Joey thought the question was out of place he didn’t let it show, but he did go very still. His face, always so soft and expressive, looked glacial for a few seconds. Dick’s eyes traveled to the scar across Joey’s throat. He felt like he had an idea of what Joey was thinking about.

“I try to remind myself it’s not my fault.” Joey kept his gaze on the floor, but his hands remained steady as he signed. “Then I throw myself into my hobbies. Painting. Composing music. Hanging out with you guys. It keeps me—” 

Joey’s hands stumbled and then froze. His brow was scrunched in concentration, probably trying to find the right words to say. 

“Distracted from the pain?” Dick suggested, using his voice instead of his hands to speak this time.  

Joey nodded, his jaw tensing. 

“Yeah,” Dick said, voice a little shaky, “that sounds about right.”

Joey seemed to know exactly what Dick needed. He wrapped his arm around Dick’s shoulders and gave him a comforting squeeze. Dick sank into the embrace, letting Joey hold him together like he always did. Like all of his friends always did.

It was enough.

He took the compress pack away and licked over his numb lip.

It had to be.

[softballum]

A glimpse of what Pride 2020 could have been for Ballum. 🏳️‍🌈 For Katie @halfwayinit​, you inspired me to write this and you are always an amazing support, a true angel 🌻

Title is from Loving Someone by The 1975 cause its my pride anthem.

Yeah, You Should Be Loving Someone

Callum squeals and giggles like an over excited schoolboy as Ben chases him up the stairway of the flat. Ben’s fingertips nipping at the cushion of his hips, goofy expression drawn on his face.

“C’mere you.” He growls, finally getting his hands on Callum’s waist.

They both puff in each others faces, short of breath from running about the square and back home. Their faces are flushed, the colour competing with the painted walls that surround them, giddy from the days events.

———————

They’d sat at the table that morning, softly munching on toast and cereal, to the anthem of hot tea and pop songs on the radio. Callum tapped at the back of Ben’s hand to grab his attention.

“Thought we could go into the city today y’know. Catch the parade?” A hard swallow makes its way down his throat, after he pushes out the words. A small quiver to his hands that sign the odd word.

Callum has tried this week to blank out any thoughts of last year’s Pride events. He’s moved on, a now confident gay man with a stunning boyfriend on his arm. But there’s still that grey cloud that storms the back of his head where rainbow colours should be. He wants Ben to enjoy himself today and he’s happy to throw himself into it.

Ben’s lack of hearing however, has sharpened his sense of intuition, particularly when it comes to Callum. He can sense the forced confidence and it makes him uneasy. He knows Callum will do anything for him and that makes his heart swell. He lets his spoon drop to the rim of his bowl and places his hand on Callum’s thigh.

“Not bothered for all that fuss to be honest, crowds and that.” He squeezes the tender muscle under his fingertips. Callum ducks his head with a tight lipped grin.

“Thought we could go and grab Lexi though yeah? She could get her face painted in the park and then have a bite to eat. And Mum’s having a big do again, couple of Woo-Woos maybe?” The off-hand reference to a certain cocktail only causes Callum to faintly roll his eyes, but a genuine smile returns to his face.

“Yeah, sounds perfect actually.” A soft smile appears at Ben’s mouth and he gives Callum’s leg a soft slap in confirmation.

-

“Two shots, yeah Tina!” Callum’s eyes shot wide in surprise at Ben but willingly accepted the small glass of blue liquid. The taste of zingy bubblegum burning its way down his throat, only adding to the jittery excitement in his veins. The atmosphere was buzzing with happiness and pops of cheers and singing filtered their way through the brightly decorated venue.

Ben caught a glimpse of Callum glancing into the crowds and gave him a gentle nudge with his elbow.

“Everything okay gorgeous?” He signed. Callum couldn’t contain his smile as he arched his arm over Ben’s shoulder, head dropping down to kiss his soft brown hair. So this is what Pride meant.

They spent the rest of the afternoon drinking vodka lemonades and shotting whatever brightly coloured liquids were sent their way. Tipsy and giggly, they danced and sang along to the songs that pulsed through the speakers. Callum encouraging Ben to screech out any words he knew to the classics. Even bumping into Frankie, the flash of her polaroid, capturing only a glimpse of how happy they were.

Eventually their drinking came to an end as the last chords of Whitney Houston played out. Arms wrapped around each others waist’s, they stumbled their way to the chippy, in desperate need of some salty, greasy grub. The sun had started setting over the square, a blazing haze draping buildings in liquid gold. They stood in comfortable silence whilst they feasted on portions of chips, occasionally bumping against each others shoulder’s, a laugh bursting out here or there. Callum watched on as Ben went to fork his last chip, grabbing at it and popping it into his mouth before Ben even had the chance.

“…You? How dare you!?” Ben drawled out his words as the last of the alcohol clung to his body. “You stole my last bloody chip! You bloody thief!”

“Come get it then.” Callum’s forefinger curled up in a flirty motion towards himself. Ben’s papers and wooden fork dumped to the kerbside as his wobbly legs chased Callum back towards the flat.

——————

They’ve stood, just swaying in the dim light of the living room for a few minutes now, enjoying the comfort of each others embrace. Laboured breaths start to even out, working in sync. Ben’s arms managed to wind their way round Callum’s neck, thumbs occasionally brushing the short hair there. Callum’s wrapped tightly round Ben’s firm waist. Their eyes dart over each others faces, just taking in all that they can of their partner. Finally it’s Ben that takes a big deep breath in through his nose.

“I love you.” As he exhales. “So much, Callum.”

He watches on as the biggest grin spreads across his boyfriend’s face, his eyes scrunch up at the outer corners. An expression that’s been a permanent feature of the day.

“I love you too, silly.” A deep chuckle escapes him then.

And God, Ben misses that sound so much but he feels it roll from Callum’s belly and it sends warmth through his whole chest.

“Have you seen the state of you by the way?” He’s trying to keep his snigger under control so Ben can understand him.

Ben tilts his head at him, looks like a confused puppy. Callum shrugs a hand up to the side of his face, gently stroking the skin there.

“You are covered in glitter, you wally.” Callum wiggles his fingertips in Ben’s face.

Tints of blue pink and gold sparkle in what’s left of the faint, evening light. Ben knows that having body glitter stuck to you is a given after attending Pride, even if you never went out of your way to put it there.

“Is that a problem Officer?” Ben teases, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without warning he shoves his face into the crook of Callum’s neck, rubbing the excess glitter over as much of him as he can get to. Callum’s giggles burst from the surface again, trying to grab at any part of Ben’s shirt he can get his hands on.

“Ben! Bennnn, stop!” Struggling to control his laughter he pants out his words. “I’ll never get it off of me Ben, stop!!” But there’s no malice behind his pleas.

Ben pulls his head back, grinning. Callum’s hands cradling him in their usual position behind his ears. Callum always thought Ben had such a beautiful, genuine, smile and he felt honoured just to witness it, never mind be the cause of it.

“You know if you’re so bothered about your neck, I could try and make other parts of you…sparkle.” A cheeky wink follows and Callum revels in him being in this mood. The spark that’s been missing from Ben for a while finally showing a faint glimmer again.

The comment instantly sends a fire down to the pit of Callum’s stomach but he doesn’t say a word in reply. Slowly his hand smooths its way down the cotton on Bens shoulder to the warm heat of his hand. It’s like a mirror image of last year, days before Pride and Ben comforted Callum with this same gesture after a tender kiss on the cheek. Except this time Callum wasn’t letting go. He takes a small step to the left and makes a tug on the hand clasped in his. A small grin peeks over his shoulder as he pulls them both in the direction of their bedroom, Ben easily falling into step behind him.

This year, Pride would end with Ben wrapped up in the tight heat of his lover’s arms, kisses laid to every part of his exposed skin. The cold, bloodied floor of the Arches a very, distant memory.

[poc-movie-supremacy]

more shitty songs!

Boys by Lizzo and Girls by Rita Ora: Sara constantly but tipping more towards Girls now that she and Ava are a thing

Good old Days by Macklemore: Diggle anytime he is reminded of superpowers being a thing now (more so the name than the lyrics but hey)

Cell Block Tango from Chicago: Rick and Yolanda when asked why they were in jail for hurting people who hurt courtney and beth

Seventeen from Heathers: idk really either wildstar or hournite (they are kids give them a break)

suddenly seymour from little shop of horrors: Courtney and Yolanda about their relationship *note: the audrey’s past relationship, especially to the dentist, is not as bad as yolanda x henry* but like the theme and shit is still the same also henry still wasn’t a great boyfriend but he was slightly better than the dentist

someone you loved by lewis capaldi: Kara after Kate ‘dies’ (what they’re planning for batwoman season 2)

a million dreams from the greatest showman: young!barry and iris 

the reprise is their kids singing

she’s so gone from lemonade mouth: mirror iris mainly to Barry but I guess to everyone 

fucking perfect by P!nk: Linda x Iris 

you are in love by Taylor swift: Iris x Kamilla 

superfriends from the flash supergirl musical: Barry x Kara

stay stay stay by Taylor swift: Iris x Lois

Never grow up by Taylor swift: William to Mia 

The story of Tonight from Hamilton: the older arrowverse heroes about to go on a mission

Dear mom and dad by Us the Duo: Iris and Wally to Joe west

When I was your man by Bruno Mars: Nate about Ray 

Here’s to never growing up by avril lavigne: the current (S5) legends almost always

we didn’t start the fire by billy joel: the legends to the rest of the arrowverse

I love me by Demi Lovato: Zari Tarazi almost all the time

Teenage dream by Katy Perry: Nate Heywood all the time

The time of my life from Dirty Dancing: Jax as he leaves the waverider

Him & I by G-Eazy & Halsey: Zari Tarazi x John constantine but not as dark as the song

do I include love story by taylor swift for steel atom solely for their goodbye episode in legends. maybe

[owlclawstudios]

Favorite drinks

Bendy the dancing demon :hot chocolate, he loves chocolate!

boris the wolf : Coca Cola, he loves it

Alice angel :  ginger ale, she likes something delicate to drink.

Joey drew : he loves black coffee and herbal teas

Henry stein : sometimes he likes to have some  nice traditional horchata, henry and his family are Salvadoran, his mother and grandmother made it a lot on holidays or for gatherings with friends and family, he loved it when he was a kid and still does.

Charlotte walters :  she likes a traditional drink called citron pressé, French lemonade, from her birth country of France.

emma lamonte : she likes Earl Grey tea, she has a cup of it every morning and afternoon

abby lambert : cold brew coffee

buddy lewek : Coca Cola ( he drank it in the novel)

dot : Coca Cola ( she drank it in the novel)

jack fain :  any coffee ( confirmed in a batds audio log)

sammy lawrence : black coffee ( and ink maybe)

Norman polk : any coffee

susie campbell : lemonade and coffee

Allison pendle :  iced coffee

Anthony carter : black coffee

thomas Connor : any kind of coffee

wally frank's : coca cola

grant cohen : any tea and coffee

shawn flynn : beer, doesn't drink it often, and he likes ginger ale

bertram piedmont  : any kind of tea and he likes iced coffee

lacie benton : cold brew coffee

Nathan arch : any kind of  herbal tea

[water-writings]

1-8 basics, 3, 5, an 9 for personality and fun facts for the oc questions for Marnie? 😘

Hi! Thank you for the ask! Love ya, girl! This was honestly so fun to answer!

Basics

1. What’s their full name?

Marnie Riley Hemmings (I literally just came up with her middle name for this lol)

2. What does their name mean? Why were they named that?

Also had to Google what her name means. Marnie means “from the sea” “sparkling”, or “shining”. Which I guess the sparkling and shining part fits with her powers in a sense. But literally I got her name from Marnie from Halloweentown because I loved that movie as a kid and always loved the name Marnie. So figured name my witch superhero OC after one of my favorite witches haha!

3. Do they have any nicknames?

Just Marn right now. Her superhero name is Harmony

4. How old are they?

Currently 16.

5. When’s their birthday?

I am realizing how much of the small details on Marnie I do not have planned out haha. So I picked September 1st. 

6. What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance?

Marnie is a Virgo, Earth sign, and her birthstone is sapphire. Which sapphire fits since her color scheme is blue and I didn’t even plan that haha! Marnie does not believe in zodiacs. I feel since she’s all about books and knowledge she wouldn’t believe in any astrology. But I also wanted to find a zodiac sign that fit her personality just to be ironic.

7. What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities?

Marnie is human. She gains dark magic from a field trip gone wrong so she’s able to use spells. I’m still figuring out the extent of her magic, but so far I feel she’s got the same abilities as Zatanna, but dark magic and speaks Latin rather than speaking backwards. Which I think would fit Marnie better. She has to teach herself Latin which she’d enjoy since she’s a studious kind of person and she carries around a notebook that she fills with the spells she figures out she can use or create. She also uses a staff to help be a conduit for her magic since dark magic can take a toll on the user. 

8. What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor?

Oh god, I haven’t played DnD in forever. I had to look this up. Marnie would definitely be a Wizard. Based on the website I found it says that Wizards are “a scholarly magic-user” which fits Marnie’s personality I think.

Personality

3. What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?

Marnie loves to read. She has a book shelf in her room that’s filled with books. She loves mystery novels. Ones that make her have to think. She also likes fantasy novels. Just fun reads. Her favorite food I haven’t given it much thought, but maybe pretzels? Not sure haha. The book thing I definitely want to use to have her connect with Rocket/Raquel. @oathofoaks recently told me that in the comics Rocket wants to be a writer so she gave me the idea that Raquel and Marnie bond over their love of books. I have this cute idea where Marnie just lights up when she hears this. Like she’s normally a quiet/shy girl, but when she hears Raquel likes to read/write her eyes light up and there’s a huge smile and she kinda just goes off all excited.

5. What kind of things do they dislike/hate?

This one was hard. I haven’t given this much thought, but for sure she hates Math and Science. It’s why Wally helps her out with Science and in turn she helps him with Literature. Maybe she can’t stand sweet tea and it’s either lemonade or a soda if she’s at a restaurant. Or water. She’s definitely about the coffee life so maybe she doesn’t like tea. She’s tried it and not a fan. Which I’m the absolute opposite. I can’t do coffee at all haha! Oh maybe book to movie adaptions. That’d be funny, just to have her complain about what was different and what parts should’ve been. 

9. What are they most afraid of?

Herself. Mostly because of her powers. She’s afraid of them. It took her a while to get the hang of them. When she woke up after the accident in Salem she freaks out when her powers start going haywire in the hospital. She can’t control them and things are either catching on fire, breaking, or she floating. She doesn’t know how to make them stop and it keeps her up at night. She’s extremely grateful for Zatanna teaching her how to control them, but she’s terrified they’ll act up again and she’ll hurt someone. Something happens later in the story that I don’t want to say, but basically it draws the line for her and she’s willing to do anything to get rid of her powers after that. 

[queensdivas]

Hidden Blade Chap 4

(I know it’s not good. Like I wanted to do a few things but I’m working on group projects, papers, a temino, For God's Sake, trying to bring a certain Fic back to life. As you can tell I’m on the struggle bus at the moment. I promise the next chapter will be better because it’s the big heist! JUST KEEP THE FAITH MY FRIENDS KEEP THE FAITH!!!)

Next chapter

Previous Chapter 

For starters I did take Anya to a big cat sanctuary which since I brought her back, I might have persuaded them to let me come visit her every once in a while for some play time. They’re keeping her name which makes me even more happy and hopefully she’ll be absolutely okay there. 

But today we’re heading for Hong Kong! I’ve yet to make it over to China or that far east so I’m a little excited. Plus I’ve been working on a little something that should help four and I when we’re being monkeys across the tower. If I can get it done about the time we make it to Hong Kong. If not I get to be my own guinea pig for the experiment. 

I swung my bag over my shoulder along with my small duffle bag that had all my equipment for this long flight. The other bag is clothing, personal weapons, and some snacks for the flight. Four and I stocked up on some snacks from seven eleven when we left the hotel so we’re set on chips, a bag of sunflower seeds, and a bunch of Palmer Iced Tea and Lemonade cans. 

“Aye. You got my cheez-its?” Four asked as I stepped out of the trailer then reaching over on the desk to grab the box. 

“Yes! It’s about a 13 hour flight and I know they don’t have anything like this.” He told me as I scratched the top of Wallys head for a few seconds till he laid down in the doorway. 

“You’ve been to Hong Kong?” I asked him as we began walking towards the parked jet. 

“Oh yeah. You know their food is already good. Except the cat, I find it way too thin.” I nodded as we joined the rest of the group. One was ahead of everyone as seven was yelling out to him or something. 

“Hey one! You ever plan on calling me six?” Seven yelled as everyone just kind of chuckled. 

“No!” He yelled back as seven shrugged. 

“Okay.” We continued to walk as Seven kept looking around at us expecting like us to do something. Like I know I’m new to the fucked up A-Team, but I get the feeling that we just don’t speak about identities or anything dealing with One's depressing boo hoo past. 

“Hey look I know we don’t get to ask..?” Why the hell is he so damn nosy? 

“Then don’t.” Three told him but I could tell he still wanted to pester about one. 

“But uh...who is one?” He’s so damn nosy! Like oh my god he just won’t stop pushing buttons for answers. 

“A rich guy who snapped. That’s all I got.” Five told him as I slightly nodded. The man has a fucking Chopard. Y’all have any idea how expensive their stuff is cause I sure don’t! Just imagine having that option to buy whatever the hell you want because you did something with magnets or something sciency. 

“Yeah but how did you meet him?” Seven knows how I met him so I’m assuming he’s waiting for the rest of them. 

“We didn’t. He met us. In really weird ways.” After hearing Fours story of how they met. I will say I am kind of curious on how everyone else met him. Sounds like mine and sevens we’re the only normal interactions. 

“Oh yeah. Very very weird. Like basically perfect timing kind of weird.” When you kind of look at it, yes in very weird ways. Not as weird as what Four told me on how they met. Four began telling his story again as three began walking along side me.

“So being an assassin. Do you have any cool gadgets you keep on you? Like a pen that turns into some type of dart?” He asked as I raised my eyebrow at him. 

“Do I look like James Bond or some sort of cheap spy?” We continued to walk as I showed him a piece of paper that had my project. 

“Working on a mini zipline for short distance kind sort of thing. It would be wrapped around my right arm. Just something experimental.” He was ecstatic as he kept looking at it. 

“So you’d turn into like batman.” Batman has money and Fox to build his things. I have online links and How to Do anything for dummies.

“If that makes sense to you then yes.” Four finished his story as Seven was chuckling. 

“Ooh. I never thought I’d meet a family more screwed up than mine.” Seven shook his head along with three. 

“Hey, no. Don’t say that. He hates the word “family”. I don’t know.” I’m really hoping that I win my money and some back on this bet. 

“And if you’re ever left behind in a mission, he’s not coming back for you.” Hold the fuck up what? Wait what? I’m technically dead to the internet? What am I supposed to do if for some reason I get left behind? Eh. Do what I did before but not care as much if anything. 

“What?” Seven was just having a field day with all this new information oh my god. Just gonna let this roll. 

“We Deltas don’t operate like that. Things are gonna have to change I promise you that.” Okay. That’s what happens when you bring a military man into any form of combat I guess. Let’s all gather around the campfire and sing our Girl Scout songs while talking about our feelings. Genius seven! 

One opened the plane door as seven caught up with them since apparently they’re flying the plane. Definitely going to say a quick prayer so that we don’t die! I climbed in after three to see there was a table for my work. I tossed my bags into the empty set next to me as I climbed over to the window seat. Four sat directly across from me as I put on my seatbelt.  

“Can you pass me a Palmer?” I pulled it out of the bag then slid it across the table. 

“Thank you.” He opened it as the plane engine turned on. I think a few hours of crossword puzzle should hopefully kill sometime. I don’t feel like working on my project and watching some sort of movie would just make the ride longer. I reached into my bag for one of my books and pen to get started. Four raised his eyebrow as I looked up from my book. 

“What?” I asked as he took a drink of his palmer. 

“You have any extra ones by chance?” Is that even a question! Of course I have extra ones! I reached into my bag to slide one of my books across the table along with an extra pen. 

Alright alright! I began skimming through then finding the one I was working on before. A four letter word for short smokes? Hmmmm. Cigs! C-I-G-S AHA! Alright so that covers the first letters for 54, 55, 56! 

“Is that a crossword puzzle?” Two looked over me as I looked straight up to her. 

“Would you like one?” I asked as she looked over to my bag as I reached for a spare pen and book. Then I grabbed one for three and five. Guess we’re all doing crossword puzzles for thirteen hours. I’m down. 

About three hours into the flight and we’ve all been asking each other for help on our own puzzles. Four and I were sitting next to each other because he is stuck on a three letter work for Peace, to Putin. I’m still trying to figure out what on earth it even means. I wasn’t alive during Putin so I have absolutely no idea. 

“What does that mean?” We had our online dictionaries out trying to skim through three letter words that started with the letter M. 

“What’s the phrase?” Two’s head popped up again from behind the seat. 

“Peace, to Putin.” Four told her as she thought for a moment. 

“Mir.” She sat back down in her seat as it fit perfectly. 

“Thanks Two!” We said at the same time as I went back to my puzzle. 

“What the hell are you guys doing?” One’s head popped out of the cockpit as all five of us stared him down.

“Crossword puzzle. Want one?” I held up a puzzle and a pen up to him. He grabbed two books and two pens then back into the cockpit. Knew he couldn’t resist a great time of crossword puzzles. 

I finished one and I’m about halfway done with this one. Next one. Blood letters? What’s a three letter word for Blood letters? I began tapping my pen on my forehead trying to figure out what on earth that means. Blood Letters? 

“Blood letters.” I said it out loud as he looked over to see that it was only three letters. 

“ABO.” ABO? OOOHHH! BLOOD TYPES! A! B! O! Oh my gosh I’m an idiot! 

“Who knows geography well?” Three asked as we all turned our heads towards his seat. 

“What is it?” Five asked as he read the question. 

“Loch on the border of the Highlands?” I’ve only been to the UK once and I partied very hard in Southampton in all honesty. 

“Four. You’re from England right?” Three asked as Four was trying to remember his geography. 

“Is it Guillemot?” He asked as I shrugged my shoulders. 

“LOMOND!” Four yelled as three wrote it down. We high fived each other 

“Thanks Four.” Three thanked as I took a sip of my palmer. A very big yawn came out of me as I put my book down. Maybe a quick nap should hopefully make my brain starts working again. I tucked my head into the corner of the seat as I began to fall asleep. 

“OW!” I snapped awake as Three was yelling from his seat. That was two minutes of a nap that I thought would last till we landed. I looked over my seat to see him patching up his finger. I slid back down into my seat trying to get comfy again with my head resting against the left of the head rest.  

JUST LET ME SLEEP!

“Hey guys.” Seven’s voice appeared on the com. 

“What’s an eight letter word for unlaces?” Seven asked as everyone stopped working on their puzzles. 

“Unbuckle?” Five told him as he was silent for a minute. 

“Thank you.” The com turned off as I shut the blind for the window then tried to fall asleep again. 

*Fours P.O.V.* 

Her head slid down and onto the edge of my shoulder as I finished one of the words. Her mouth was slightly opened as she was adjusting herself on my shoulder. A nap does sound nice I’ll admit. Not sure on what the rules are for napping with a teammate but I’m just gonna take the heat from it. 

I rested my head on top of hers as the plane went silent because I’m assuming everyone else was beginning to take their naps. She wrapped her thin jacket around her a little tighter trying to get a little warmer. Guess it is a little chilly in here for us in here. I’d give her my coat but I don’t wanna wake her up. Body heat is a thing right?

The only sound being heard on the entire plane was the sound of the engine since everyone was dead asleep. Her hair smelled like fresh mint which was a little different then what I expected her hair to smell like. Not to mention her hair was actually really pretty, it’s like a red chestnut color and definitely smells nice like I said before. 

“PST Four!” Five asked across the seat as I looked over. 

“Yes?” She leaned over to point at her puzzle.

“Dr. Seuss’ yertle, for one.” She told me as I counted the six letter word. Never had Dr. Seuss growing up so I’ve got no idea. Two has basically been our dictionary throughout this entire thing. 

“Ask Two. I’ve got no idea.” She nodded as she got up from her seat as I noticed Eight was leaning on the other side, with her head resting on the window. Oh well. Probably for the best anyhow. 

I got up from her side of the table to slide back into mine as I took another sip of my palmer then made my jacket into a pillow. We’ve got about ten more hours to hopefully I can just sleep right through this. 

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“Hey team were below the radar. So buckle up cause it’s about to get bumpy.” Seven announced as I began waking up a little bit. Five more minutes please! 

“You know, I usually look at the stewardess to see if I should be scared.” Does he realize that a plane being brought down by turbulence is super rare? 

“Flight attendant. You can look at me.” Two told him as I tried to get myself to fall back asleep. Did they hook up in Vegas? 

“Oh darling, you could be on fire, and you would still have that same creepy, blank expression on your face. No offense.” Oh they so hooked up in Vegas, the sexual tension between them is so thick that a warm butter knife could cut it. Wait I’m trying to sleep! Ah screw it three’s gonna run his mouth till we land so what’s the point of trying to sleep. 

My left eye opened just a tiny bit to see her still working on her zipline thingy and looked really cute. Like I mean really cute. She looked up for a second then her cheeks began blushing a little bit for her to start trying to get back to her work.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” She smiled as she looked up at me again. I noticed she had a box of cheez-its out and on her second can of Palmer. Didn’t realize I slept that long holy shit. 

“Where are we?” I rubbed my eyes as I looked out the window. 

“We’re about to land.” She told me as I the bumpy ride began happening. I was now fully awake as I put my jacket back into my bag as she began shoving everything back into one of hers. 

“Did you finish it?” I asked her as she nodded with a mouthful of cheez-its. 

“Should be ready for tonight hopefully. Or I fall to my death.” She swallowed as I grabbed the box for a couple of cheez-its.

We landed at the private airfield as we began getting off the plane. I was the last off the plane as everyone else was making sure they had all their things for tonight, since it’s technically 8 am here if I did the math right. 

“Anyone else like super hungry?” Three asked as we finished double checking our bags. 

“I heard there’s a really good noodle shop that’s a few blocks away.” Five told us as we loaded ourselves up with everything. 

“Some noodles sound absolutely delicious.” Eight commented as we started walking towards the big moving truck that One had bought for us that would let us sneak in and out of Hong Kong. 

Please don’t let tonight be an absolute shit show! I enjoy working with Eight because I get the feeling she won’t leave me behind. Just loves pushing me into situations, yet stay’s with me. It’s better than my old group of thieves were in Kiev. 

Just let tonight go somewhat smoothly! 

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[schweeeppess]

listen to my aching heart

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“God,” Dick yawned, covering his mouth with a hand. “My first day back on Earth and all I wanna do is sleep.”

He paused.

“Does that make me sound old?”

Jason snorted, taking a bite out of his burger.

“Ya been old, Dickface,” Jason said through his mouthful of food. “Sorry t'break it ta ya.”

“Chew first, then talk, Jay.” Dick leaned back in his seat, taking a long sip of his lemonade as he flashed Jason a quick smile.

If you asked him, Dick would immediately tell you that—for him—being a Blue Lantern was great. He represented hope; he got to spread it and literally glow the color around the galaxy.

It was wonderful.

But, sometimes while he was out with the stars, he did miss home. He missed Bruce when he wasn’t with him, yes, but he mostly missed Jason and Tim and Ms. Esther from across the hall.

Even when he was around on Earth he wasn’t really there. Space was tiring, and when he came home it was to rest.

Today, though, was a day with Jason.

So. Burgers.

Jason rolled his eyes and made a point to make sure he looked Dick in the eyes as he swallowed his food, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out to reveal he'd finished eating.

“Happy?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Smugly, Dick answered, “Very.”

Jason sighed as Dick chuckled, throwing a fry at Dick's forehead.

“Ya always busy on Lantern busin'ss,” Jason whined, leaning his cheek on his fist. “An’ when ya finally home, ya lectur' me ‘n my manners.”

Raising a brow, Dick retaliated by flicking one of his fries at Jason, and commented, “I'm not always busy.”

Jason snorted, dipping the fry into his milkshake with his free hand. “Yeah ya are. Ya got Roy, ya got Wally, ya got work, ya got work, and ya sleep!”

Dick frowned a little. He didn’t spend that much time away from his family, did he? He didn’t remember Bruce ever being as occupied as Jason made Dick sound, and they did similar things.

Well, Bruce didn’t really have many friends outside the corps... But then that would be implying Bruce had friends in his corps…

Dick's frown deepened.

Satisfied he’d made his point clear, Jason sat up and went back to his burger and fries.

Unhappy with the new information he’d received, Dick pushed his thoughts away to focus instead on surrounding conversations. Jason was eating, Dick had stuff lingering on his consciousness, and they both needed a few minutes.

The people in the booth behind him were talking about college. One of them was getting increasingly concerned over their financial aid, their voice getting a little panicked the more they spoke, and Dick was ready to turn around and offer some reassurance when the two others spoke up and comforted their friend.

Satisfied with that situation, Dick went back to ignoring it, letting other conversations process.

Jason tapped his hand and Dick blinked, snapping out of his head to focus on Jason.

His little brother took a bite out of his fry, then nodded over to the table to their right, giving Dick and his ring a very pointed look.

Tilting his head, Dick looked over to the table Jason had pointed out.

A father and his kids were in discussing their meal options and, at first, Dick was confused as to why Jason had implied something to do with the ring and the family.

He shot Jason a questioning glance and his little brother held up a finger.

Wait. Yeah, fine, Dick could do that.

So he did, returning his attention to the family.

“Dad, why're we only getting one burger?” one of the kids—no older than eight, maybe—whined, tugging a bit at her father’ shirt. “M'hungry.”

The father gave his daughter a tight smile, replying, “Money's tight, baby. I can’t afford anything more than a burger and your lemonades.”

An ache started deep in Dick's heart, and his face pinched in pain at what he was hearing. He refocused on Jason, who looked far too sullen to have had the pleasure of not experiencing a similar situation, and squeezed one of his little brother's hands.

“But dad,” the son said, earnestness in his voice, “it's my birthday.”

“I know, Bobby.” The father sighed, his shoulders dropping a little, and said, “It’s why we’re here.”

His kids seemed disappointed, but Dick could see how hard the situation was hitting the father himself. He could see the depressed set to the man's shoulder; the pain in his smile.

“I know we ain’t got much,” Jason mumbled, drawing Dick’s attention. His little brother was staring at what he still had on his plate, hands in his lap, and Dick tried to avoid thinking about how many times this scene must have played out in Jason’s life as Jason continued. “But… Big Bird, we can’t do nothin’.”

Dick cracked a smile, lifting his arm to show off his bracelet. “Blue Lantern, Jay, remember?”

Lowering his wrist and biting his lip, Dick took out his wallet and pulled out the bills he had on him.

Being part of the Lantern Corps didn’t pay. Being a hero didn’t pay at all, if what he'd heard from the others in the League was true (which he didn’t doubt it was). Frankly part of being a hero meant not getting anything in return for helping.

So his actual paying job was… Pretty shitty. He worked two jobs, actually, despite what Jason seemed to think. Bartending paid a few bills. Being a waiter for a prestigious restaurant helped pay the rest of his bills and food.

Which was a long way to say that Dick was barely scraping by, and he didn’t have much money to spare.

He had a twenty in his wallet, about four singles, and a nickel.

“Hell,” he muttered.

Taking a long breath, Dick looked at Jason. Jason, who looked both pissed off at his food and pained at the same time. His little brother.

Dick collected his bearings and stood, walking over to the table.

“Hey guys,” he greeted easily as he approached, smiling.

The little girl pointed her fork at him, squinting. “Who're you?”

Dick stopped when he was beside their table and considered his answer. “I'm nobody important, really,” he settled on. “I just…”

Fuck. He didn’t think about what he’d say to explain himself.

“Can we help you?”

Oh-ho, the dad sounded a little (very) guarded.

People skills, why do thou forsaketh me now?

Sighing, Dick's shoulders slumped a little as he held his hand out, the money held tight in his fist.

“Just a birthday present,” he said as he handed the cash off to the very confused father. “Things were rough for someone close a while ago.”

Dick smiled at the father's wide eyes. “I hope this can buy you a cake, maybe a little present.”

“What…” The father looked from the money up at Dick, then back again. “How can I repay you for this?”

When the man met Dick's gaze again, Dick's smile widened a little.

“Just have some hope,” he said. “Things will get better.”

[queenofcats17]

Sammy Gets A Fish Boyfriend

@lt-lemonade did this cool Mermaid AU picture and I wanted to write it.

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Sammy wasn’t a huge fan of fishing. 

Alright, maybe that wasn’t fair. He did like fishing. Just not for his dinner or anything. He enjoyed sitting out on the water in his boat, just him and the waves. He didn’t care if he caught any fish. It was enough to just be alone in the silence. He didn’t much care for cleaning and gutting fish either. It was far too messy for him. Susie always teased him about that. 

“Why do you go out there if you don’t want to catch fish?” She often asked while poking his cheek. “Seems kind of pointless to me.”

“Give him a break,” Jack would then say. “Peace is hard to find.”

Times like those, Sammy wondered why he hadn’t gotten a house of his own. Then again, he did enjoy sharing a home with Jack and Susie. It certainly made paying rent easier when it was split three ways. Chores were easier too. But that was beside the point. 

In any case, fishing served as an escape for him. And what he was escaping today was Susie’s continued attempts to matchmake him. The two had dated for a time before both realizing they were gay and mutually breaking up. Susie had found herself a girlfriend, Allison, but Sammy remained alone. Susie, ever a bit of a worrywart, was concerned. Sammy had a tendency to isolate himself and he didn’t have many friends. So, she’d recently begun trying to set him up with various men in an attempt to get him a boyfriend. 

Sammy appreciated the thought, but if he was going to get a boyfriend he wanted to do it himself. Most of the men hadn’t exactly been winners either. Susie had set up another date that day and Sammy had snuck off as quickly and quietly as he could. He was planning on telling Susie that he wanted her to stop this matchmaking, which he previously hadn’t because he’d been afraid of hurting her feelings. He needed to get up the courage to do it as well. 

So that was why he was out in his boat, his rod in the water and his banjo at his side. It was blessedly quiet, the only sounds around him the screech of the seagulls and the gentle lap of the waves. Sammy tapped his foot against the bottom of the boat as a song surfaced in his mind. It was a song from the record Susie had gotten him for his birthday. He hummed to himself a bit, his head bobbing from side to side as he listened to the music in his head. Eventually, he set his rod aside, picking up his banjo and plucking out the tune while the words spilled from his lips. 

He quickly lost himself in the song, oblivious to everything but himself and the music. These were the moments he lived for. 

Suddenly, a voice broke him from his reverie.

“You sing good!” 

Sammy shrieked, dropping his banjo and almost capsizing the boat. His head whipped around as he tried to locate the source of the voice. It didn’t take him long to find it. 

A guy was leaning on the right side of his boat. He was pale-skinned and freckled, with long and luxuriously wavy ginger hair. The guy wasn’t wearing a shirt and had wet hair plastered against his face, so Sammy initially assumed he’d somehow attracted the attention of a swimmer. Until he noticed the strange fins coming off the man’s face and arms and the red and green spots that were absolutely a part of the man’s skin. Then the man swept his hair out of his eyes, revealing they were abnormally large for a human and the most beautiful shade of green Sammy had ever seen. 

“Uh...hi?” Sammy said slowly, trying to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Hi!” The man gave him a big smile, revealing a row of very sharp teeth. Sammy internally began to scream. This was a merman. He was talking to a merman. He was talking to an honest to goodness merman. 

Oh gods, the merman had told him he sang well. The merman had told him he sang well and was now watching him with the cutest little puppy dog smile. 

“It’s, um, it’s ‘you sing well’.” Sammy awkwardly cleared his throat. “What you meant to say is, ‘you sing well’.”

“Well, you sing well then!” The merman said, slapping his tail against the water in an adorably happy manner.

“Thank you.” Sammy smiled politely at him. “It’s nice to know my music is appreciated.” He awkwardly put his banjo aside, turning to more fully face the strange man. “My name is Sammy Lawrence. What’s your name?”

“Wally Franks.” The merman stuck his hand out to Sammy, revealing that he had webbing in between his fingers. “It’s nice to meet you, Sammy.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” Sammy shook his hand, finding it surprisingly warm if a bit slimy.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Sammy said after he withdrew his hand. “Do you live here?”

“Oh, I’ve been around,” Wally answered, shrugging slightly. “I’m just not supposed to show myself to humans for safety.”

“Like you’re doing now?” Sammy stifled a giggle. 

“.....Oh.” Wally’s face fell as he realized what exactly he was doing. “....Fuck.”

Sammy bit his lip. Oh gods, this guy was cute. He looked like a disappointed puppy.

“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you're worried about.” Sammy tried to reassure him. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re here either.” He'd heard stories about people selling mermaids to traveling sideshows or vivisecting them, and he already knew that he absolutely did not want that to happen to Wally.

“Really?” Wally immediately perked up, his eyes sparkling hopefully.

“Really.” Sammy nodded. “I promise.”

“Thank you so much!” Wally practically launched himself into the boat to hug Sammy. Sammy was a bit startled by this, letting out a shout of surprise as he felt wet arms wrap around him in a rather strong hug. Wally may have looked scrawny, but he most certainly was not.

“Oh, sorry.” Wally laughed sheepishly as he pulled away. “Probably shouldn’t have done that. I just get a little carried away sometimes.”

“No, it’s alright. I didn’t mind.” Sammy gave him a reassuring smile. He could still feel the lingering warmth of Wally’s body pressed against his. His face felt uncomfortably warm. He needed to go home and try to sort his head out.

“Okay!” Wally smiled back at him, revealing his sharp teeth again. 

“I, uh, I should get going.” Sammy awkwardly cleared his throat again.

“Can you come back?” Wally asked. “Later, I mean. I wanna hear you sing again!”

“Of course,” Sammy immediately replied. 

“Awesome!” Wally gave him another hug, then jumped off the boat and disappeared into the water. 

Sammy sat there for a moment or two, dumbfounded. It almost felt as though he’d dreamed the whole encounter. But the evidence was there. His clothes were damp where Wally had hugged him. The boat smelled faintly fishy. But not fishy in the way that fish smelled fishy. It was a different kind of fishy. It actually smelled....rather nice.

Sammy quickly shook his head. He needed to get home. Susie and Jack would be worried if he was gone for too long. He shifted in the boat, picking up the oars and beginning to row back. He thought he caught a glimpse of ginger hair and orange scales as he rowed back, which made his heart begin to speed up and him row faster. 

“You were gone for quite a while,” Susie said when he returned. “Did you get caught up in playing again?” She was in the kitchen making soup. It was her day to cook, after all.

“Something like that,” Sammy mumbled, placing his banjo in its usual place in the corner of the living room. Jack, who was sitting on the couch, wrinkled his nose. 

“It smells like you dropped a fish on yourself again,” he said. 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Sammy looked down at his damp clothes, still smelling of Wally. “I, uh, I caught a fish and it flopped all over me.”

“Let me guess, you didn’t happen to bring it home, did you?” Susie poked her head out of the kitchen, her lips pursed and her eyebrow raised. 

“It got away.”

“I thought so.” Susie’s serious face broke and she was unable to keep a giggle from slipping out. “Why don’t you go take a shower? Dinner will be done soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sammy nodded, heading to go change and take a shower. 

After that, Sammy started going out in his boat more and more frequently. Jack joked that Sammy had finally found a boyfriend, which always got a laugh out of Susie and made Sammy go beet red. It wasn’t too far from the truth. He was going out there to see Wally. He didn’t always see the merman, but more often than not Wally would find his way to Sammy’s boat, drawn in by the sound of the musician’s voice. 

After a few months of meeting, Sammy brought Wally a present. 

“What’s this?” Wally asked as Sammy handed him the object. It was a box, six inches wide and six inches tall, topped by the figure of a cartoon wolf playing the clarinet. There was a key on the back, the only part of the object that lacked the splotches of green rust. 

“It’s a music box,” Sammy explained. “I found it an antique shop ages ago and a friend of mine helped me to fix it so that it will play again.” He’d tried to clean it as best he could, but the rust was too deep in some places to be removed. 

He turned the shiny key on the back and the music began to play. The music was tinny and quiet, but beautiful all the same. Wally’s eyes widened, their green depths sparkling with wonder. Sammy smiled softly at Wally’s joy. That had been the reaction he’d been hoping for.

“You’re...giving this to me?” Wally asked when the music box finally fell silent.

“I am,” Sammy said. “I thought it’d be nice for you to have something to remind you of me.” 

Wally looked slowly up at him. He looked on the verge of tears. For a moment, Sammy was worried. Had he been wrong? Did Wally not like it? Then Wally’s face split in that goofy grin that Sammy so adored. 

“Thank you so much,” he said. “I love it!”

He launched himself into the boat again to hug Sammy. 

“I’m glad.” Sammy laughed out of relief, patting Wally’s back. Wally’s skin felt different than a normal human’s. Smoother. It was like touching a dolphin. Not that Sammy knew what a dolphin felt like. 

“I’m gonna find you a present,” Wally said when he pulled back. 

“You don’t need to do that,” Sammy tried to insist, but Wally wasn’t about to hear it. 

“No, you got me a really nice present, and now I’m gonna get you one,” he said. “It’s gonna be great!” 

Then, before Sammy could say anything, he pressed a kiss to Sammy’s lips and jumped back out of the boat with the music box under his arm. Sammy sat there, just as stunned as the first time he’d met Wally. 

Huh. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe he did have a boyfriend. 

[subukunojess]

Banjo Blues

A Secret Satan Gift for @lt-lemonade

I am sorry this is so late, but a lot of personal issues were going on at the time along with my studies and I wanted to write a good drabble for you! They requested either a drawing or a fanfiction with several prompts and I picked:

“Wally X Sammy- Sammy singing him a song on his banjo”

I decided to get into practice with my BATIM fanfiction by using my Wally and Sammy from my Ink Gluttony AU. Might redesign or add more detail on them on a later date. It’s a nice ship and I tried to convey it as much as possible while also keeping into their character. Also wanted to try out a few concepts as well. I hope you like it and if you’d like more or if you want me to change anything feel free to ask!

By the way, the song that Sammy sings to Wally, I borrowed the melody from a cut Little Shop of Horrors song because it was the only song I could think of that’ll fit Wally’s bounce. It’s on YouTube and if you’d like a link, I’ll provide it!

Without further ado, here is the drabble under the cut! I hope you enjoy.

For Samuel Lawrence, Joey Drew Studios was chaotic and mundane at the same time. Work was much more simple in the early years. Back then, it was a small studio with only a few employees in charge of their own section. Henry drew the cartoons, Joan would help Henry with drawing and writing up ideas, Norman was in charge of projectors, Sammy himself was in charge of music, Wally would clean up the studio, random people would show up to help out here in there including some repair man named Tom, and then Joey Drew would oversee them all while sticking his nose on everything he could.

But now? Now things were much bigger. More complex. It wasn't until recently that Sammy found out he was more content with the old set-up even though he would have said otherwise in the past. He'd stay in his designated room, writing and playing his music for the studio until a bigger musical opportunity showed up for him. Needless to say, it didn't. When he got his own spacious department along with an entire orchestra at his command, Sammy was thrilled that Drew saw his full potential. What he didn't count on was the increased work load. Or the incompetent workers. Or the excessive amount of questionable ink. Or a little ink demon running around. Or a number of other things that made the man pull his brown hair out.

It was just another night at the studio in New York City. Some of the employees stayed overtime to make ends meet. By some, it meant a few animators, writers, and Sammy especially. Sammy walked out of his office, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief to clean some of the ink away. He sighed. The amount of ink Joey provided seemed to increase every year and it was getting everywhere from toilets to instruments to his very office. He'd complain out loud another time. For now, Lawrence wanted to check on his instruments to inspect the day's damages. Sluggish, he trudged down the hallway before turning to what he dubbed the orchestra room, only to stop and stare as he found someone sitting by a piano.

It was a familiar red-haired man with overalls and a light brown cap on, his chestnut, blank eyes staring at the keys below. His shoulders were leaning against his lap as he slowly pressed against one of the keys with a finger, letting out a soft sigh.

Out of all the fools Sammy had ever met in the studio, none of them took the cake like Wally Franks did. Figuratively and literally. Whether it'd be losing his keys, slipping on ink down the hallways, or attempting to eat Sammy's chocolate cake, the young man was quite the cheerful handful. At least for Sammy. To see the sole janitor in such a somber state unnerved him, however.

"Wally, what are you doing? Are you feeling well?" Sammy asked, his voice croaked with at least some concern. Instead of jumping in reaction like Wally would normally do whenever someone was talking to him, the man turned his head to glance at the music director standing behind him. Sammy could see slight bags under his eyes as if he had aged along with the studio.

"Nothin' much, Sammy. I'm just missin' ol' Bubba, that's all." He shrugged, going back to plunking the piano keys. "Jay and Tom says he's gonna be sick for a while. I know he needs ta get betta, but things are gettin' tough around here. Ya know what I'm saying?"

Sammy sat down on the bench next to Wally with a nod. "Ah, yes. That's what you call Bendy. I haven't seen him as of late. And things are always tough here, both in and out of the studio."

"Yeah, but not like this! No one's smiling anymore. All everyone does is rush off and complain. I know some of it's hard work, but we're makin' cartoons for people for cryin' out loud! We're supposed ta be smilin' and laughin'!" Wally threw his arms up in the air, before dropping them to his side. "I dunno... wheneva' I'm with Bubba, we always cheer each otha up. Maybe I'm startin' ta lose hope..."

As Sammy listened in, he felt something tug at his chest. Guilt? Sympathy? Whatever it was, he knew that he didn't like seeing Wally in this state. Plus, Sammy wasn't much of a people or feeling person. He communicated well with music. And it was then that an idea popped up in his head. Telling the other to wait a moment, Sammy got up and went across the room to retrieve his banjo, his favorite, personal instrument. He dragged a stool as well to sit in front of Wally, placing his banjo in position and tuning it. Once it was tuned, Sammy's fingers pressed against the strings when he froze.

What kind of song should he play?

One of Sammy's talents was analyzing a person for a period of time and figuring out what kind of song would they be. What type of instrument and tempo. At the moment, however, he didn't know what type of song to play. He knew this piece called for something to say, but he didn't know what.

He wasn't much for lyrics like Jack Fain, but it was worth a shot to improvise. Sammy wasn't much for prayers either, but there was a first time for everything.

Please, if there is a Lord up there, help me with the right words to say, Sammy prayed in his mind as he closed his eyes. His fingers rested on top of the strings as he slowed his breathing. Suddenly, he felt a presence in the back of his mind that had seeped in from nowhere. It was warm and familiar. He started strumming on his banjo and opened his eyes, his emerald eye changed into a blazing orange while the blue one remained intact.

"When it's time to sweep up the inkwells, who is Bendy's pal?" Sammy sang as he strummed the strings, taking a pause as he looked to Wally, seeing if he would respond. He was met with a couple of blinks in the eyes.

Sammy continued playing, "When it's time to pick up the damn keys, who is there to raise our morale?"

As the music director's song became much more vibrant, Wally's eyes widened as he listened to the words and music. It was bouncy. It was unpredictable. It was... about him? The janitor must have died because Sammy would never make up a song for anyone, especially him. Eager to listen more, Wally sat up in attention.

"In this place of demons and big smiles, here's who you give thanks." Sammy was getting the hang of it now, a smile growing on his face as he leaned forward to Wally with eyes that seemed to glow with life. "Not Alice Angel and Boris, too. Not Tom or Norman or Joey Drew. You tip your hat to the bumbling wonder of Wally Franks!"

He paused for a good minute, then added, "And then Bendy, Alice, and Boris pop up and sing 'Wally, Wally, Wally Franks'!" Sammy tried to imitate Bendy's voice as best he could, tilting his head from side to side as he ended the song sticking his tongue out.

At that, Wally burst into rolling laughter and fell off of the bench, holding his own sides as his freckled cheeks turned cherry red. Sammy blushed as well, averting his gaze to the side as his orange eye faded back to green. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Oh gee, that was great! Ya sound almost like Bubba! Nice voice for 'im!" Wally continued to laugh until his sides hurt, then he gradually breathed and sat up. "How did ya come up with them words anyways?"

"I don't know." Sammy shrugged with honesty as he lifted his banjo a bit in thought. "It just came to me like that." The janitor slowly stood up and wiped a tear away from his eye before placing a hand on Sammy's shoulder.

"Well, whateva' it is, I like it! You should smile more, Sammy. It suits ya!" He patted his shoulder, then tipped his own hat. "Thanks for the song. Ya made me feel betta. I gotta go make sure there ain't too much spills around. I'm outta here!" Wally then left with a wave in his hand and a smile on his face.

Sammy Lawrence watched him leave the room with a dumbfounded stare, his cheeks still blushing in awe. Wally really was a wonder. He placed his banjo down, then wiped his face to inspect the ink. To his shock, the stains in the palm of his hand were glowing a dull orange. He felt the familiar presence sitting in his mind as if looking in. The music director blinked and glanced up at the ceiling.

"... Bendy?"

[imagineyoungjustice]

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A drabble where the team goes to the Kent Farm in Smallville to help Conner with his chores? -Anonymous

Sorry my dumb ass passed out after dinner again. I did say it would be posted late. I will apologize for how short it is though, the edits I made were really harsh in the name of decent flow. Anyways this is set within a year or so after the end of season 1.  -Terra

NOTE: Sentences in complete bold font are meant to be interpreted as being said through a mind ink. I’m not really sure if I’ll keep this format for mind link stuff but for now I’m just trying out different things until I find something that works. Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it though if you want me to change it or not.

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           M’gann wiped at the sweat accumulating on her brow, sighing under the sweltering heat of the sun bearing down from high overhead. She could feel the heat radiating through the small Kansas farm like a suffocating blanket had been draped over the land. She turned her gaze from the field below at the rest of the team, the heat rising from the ground making them look wavy and distorted.

          This had all initially been her idea -coming to the Kent’s farm that is. Conner had started to build a better relationship with Superman ever since they had liberated the League from Vandal Savage’s control, something she was very supportive about, knowing how much it meant to her boyfriend. Part of that relationship, was Conner getting to learn and experience where his “brother” had grown up, with more than a dash of Mr. and Mrs. Kent wishing to meet their “other son.” She had giggled when she heard that part, much to Conner’s chagrin. He didn’t understand how they could already be so trusting and caring about someone they didn’t even know yet. M’gann had just said that how could they not trust someone who shared DNA with someone they considered their son? He had grown quiet after that and it wasn’t until after he left for Kansas that she realized she had said the wrong thing. She was getting better at reading him, at reading other people and knowing what words they needed to hear in order to help comfort them when they needed it, but clearly, she still needed some work. Still, M’gann felt terrible, and so she had resigned herself to pay him a visit after he had called her with a small complaint about the amount of work that went into maintaining a farm. She knew that he wasn’t actually all that bothered by the work, but another helping hand would surely go a long way.

          She had gone to Kaldur initially -he was the leader of the team after all- with her plan to surprise Conner during his stay in Smallville. He had ended up really liking her idea and asked if she believed it wouldn’t be too much of an intrusion if the whole team went. Kaldur had believed that the work he read about being done on a surface farm would be a great way for the team to become closer, and further improve their ability to work together and work efficiently. She agreed, and between the two of them, it wasn’t long before they were able to convince the rest of the team to set aside a weekend to surprise their Kryptonian teammate.

          M’gann knew her breath was becoming more labored as the hours ticked by, but she wasn’t quite ready to admit to defeat just yet. Her physiology, along with her Atlantean companion’s, didn’t quite get along with extreme heat all that well. When they began in the early rays of the morning, the air was still cool, the dew soaking through her shoes as she trudged through the grass. But as the sun climbed higher, so did the heat index, until it was the hellscape she and Kaldur were currently suffering through. In truth, she wasn’t quite sure why she offered to help work the fields –oh wait no she did. A glance to her left, at the shirtless, toned body working the plow along the field, the sweat glistening off Conner’s chest. Yeah, she definitely remembered why she chose the field job now. After all, she was still a teenager.

          Kaldur and Raquel were also in the field with her and Conner. The boys were doing most of the harder, more demanding physical labor of ploughing the new field while the girls were checking the current crops for damages with Mr. Kent, having already helped repair the fences earlier that morning. M’gann’s previous experience in Qurac had proved to be rather useful in speeding up the process. Kaldur had already gone through and watered the fields, and all M’gann had left to do was use her powers to spread the seeds when the new field was ready. In the meantime, both her and Raquel were listening as Mr. Kent continued to educate them on the kinds of things they needed to be on the lookout for, and what to do if they found it. Sure it wasn’t the most labor-intensive thing that she could be doing, but constantly standing up and crouching down for hours on end in the heat was taking its toll on her body, and a look over her shoulder to Raquel showed the other girl was felling the heat as well.

          She almost wished she had taken up the offer with Zatanna and Artemis to help out Mrs. Kent with the garden and other chores for the house. At least then she would have been in the flow of the air conditioning for the better part of the day. However, she didn’t envy Wally and Dick’s job of taking care of the animals in the barn. She had caught a whiff of that when Conner was showing them around last night and she was more than content to not have to go into that in this kind of heat for as long as she could help it.

          She was broken out of her thoughts by Mr. Kent placing a hand on her shoulder. “You kids look like you’re ready to fall over in this heat.” His voice was laced with concern, his gaze going between the two girls and Kaldur who looked worse than M’gann felt which made sense, since he was doing the most demanding of the physical labor.”

          “Martian and Atlantean physiology tend to be a little more susceptible to heat than others.” M’gann found herself wiping at her forehead again.

          He seemed to ponder her answer for a moment and gave a decisive nod of his head. “You know what? You kids have been working hard for most of the day now, I think Ma and I can handle things from here. Why don’t you kids go back to the house and cool off?” M’gann gave an appreciative nod and went to go let Conner and Kaldur know while Raquel went off to gather the other two from the barn. The relief she felt the moment she set foot into the shade of the porch was nearly indescribable. Immediately she felt the temperature difference around her skin. Artemis and Zatanna appeared just as the others were approaching the porch as well, setting up a box fan to blow on the group and placing a tray with glasses of ice-cold lemonade on the table in the middle of the chairs they had arranged.

          “And here I thought the summer heat in Happy Harbor was the worst of it.” Kaldur had groaned as he relaxed under the shade of the porch, pressing the cold glass to his heated skin. M’gann found herself doing the same.

          Conner just snorted. “Yeah I thought the same thing until a few days ago, and I’m the invulnerable one.”

          “Hey Wally, what happened to your arms?” Raquel was glancing to her right at Wally, who had a series of angry, red scratches covering the surface of his exposed arms. Said speedster groaned while Dick burst out laughing.

          Dick couldn’t hold back his grin “Kid Brains over here tried to look for eggs under a rooster.” Even M’gann couldn’t stop the snort that made itself known as she heard the reason.

          “Dude! Not cool!” He elbowed the younger male in the side, only causing Dick to start laughing again. “Besides I’m a genius in chemistry I could care less about being a genius in what animals lay eggs.”

          “It’s a good thing we’re mammals then.” That earned a snicker from most of their teammates. M’gann just gave a polite laugh. She wasn’t quite versed on human innuendos so while she had a vague idea of what Dick was making a joke about, she still didn’t know enough to fully understand the joke. Earthing culture was still something she was getting used to.

          M’gann are you sure you’re okay? She turned her gaze to Conner at the sound of his voice in her head. He had his usual stoic expression everywhere but his eyes, which gazed at her with genuine concern.

          I’m okay Conner, I promise. I already feel a lot better just by sitting down.

          He gave a sigh of relief. Okay, I trust your judgment. I was just worried because I know how heat affects you.

          Her heart fluttered at the concern he was showing her. I’m a lot less fragile than you think but… thank you. I promise that I’ll let you know if it ever gets to be too much, okay?

          The corner of his lip turned upwards in a smirk. Okay.

          The two of them left it like that for a while, listening to their friends’ conversations and occasionally joining in themselves. She was almost startled when she heard Conner in her mind again.

          Hey M’gann?

          She turned her gaze to him. Yes Conner?

          I’m really glad that you came -well everyone else to but- you know what I mean. And I’d uh…

          She placed her hand on his. Take your time.

          I’d really like it if we do this again sometime. He glanced around at their teammates, as Wally was again getting teased about his mishap with the rooster. But maybe next time it should be just the two of us.

          She stifled a laugh. I’d like that very much.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Over in Food Truck Alley (so to speak) at Winona Steamboat Days:

MAGILLA GORILLA, somewhat confused though stopping short of stupified: Uh, let me see--roasted sweet corn, roasted potatoes ...

[From behind]

BINGO, per The Banana Splits, waiting in the general queue: Uh, remember me?

[MAGILLA GORILLA turns around on cue of a tap of the shoulder]

MAGILLA GORILLA, somewhat surprised: BINGO--?!!

BINGO, surprised at the sight of an old acquaintenance after some while: MAGILLA--?!!

[The two simians hugging each other, to the sheer surprise of attendees in a nearby tent with picnic tables--as well as--]

YOGI BEAR, close by and taking bemused notice close to the Southern Smoke and Chrome BBQ trailer: Awww, isn't that wonderful ... Magilla Gorilla and Bingo, just as surprised to know they might actually be close relatives....

BOO-BOO, sipping on a fresh-squeezed limeade not far behind: I'd be surprised as well, Yogi. [Pause] Or, for that matter, maybe not.

YOGI BEAR: After all, Boo-Boo, we're just spending some time here at a wonderful summer festival such as Steamboat Days is--

[Somehow equally surprised to notice the Hair Bear Bunch, with baskets of grilled turkey wraps]

SQUARE BEAR, as confused as ever: Wasn't that a surprise there, Bingo and Magilla hugging each other!!

HAIR BEAR: Isn't friendship wonderful? [Whereupon the ursine trio makes a confused double-take at the presence of YOGI BEAR in the vicinity]

YOGI BEAR: Am I perhaps the only bear not to be stunned by the presence of fellow cartoonish ursine types?

HAIR BEAR, with a little snark in the delivery: Hardly. [Presently:] YOGI!! BOO-BOO!!!

BUBI BEAR: And ain't it half the wonderful sort of the clyde, ain't it amazing to see such a hero like Yogi Bear? COME ON, EVERYBODY, Yogi is in da house!!

[The crowd just couldn't resist the very sight and presence, yet meanwhile, over by another barbecue stand known to sell poutine ...]

LOOPY DeLOOP, taking a poutine basket and a Pepsi, not to mention trying to find a seat: I just have to acknowledge that Quebecoise soul food is getting some respect at last--poutine, tourtiere, Whippet cakes....

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND, no less than: My my my, Loopy DeLoop himself!

LOOPY DeLOOP, surprised at the sight: Ain't it Huckleberry Hound!

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: However did you guess?

LOOPY DeLOOP: 'Tis obvious. Huck, have you ever heard of poutine?

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: I think I vaguely remember having some at the Minnesota State Fair a couple years back.

LOOPY DeLOOP: Which, I will have you know, is what I am having. To connect with my inner Quebecoise self, you might say.

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: You don't say ... I think maybe I'll get me a mess of that, uh--

LOOPY DeLOOP: You mean poutine?

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: Yes, I mean poutine!

LOOPY DeLOOP, taking stock of the situation as he seats himself: Loopy, I says to myself, what would exactly preclude your being an ambassador of poutine, or even tourtiere, in the way Wally Gator is for the Everglades ... or Crazy Claws is for Wisconsin Dells?

[Close by at a battered cheese curds stand--]

SANDY, leading DINKY DOG on a walkaround: Wouldn't some batter-fried cheese curds be wonderful for supper?

MONICA, somewhat bemused: Interesting idea, but--to actually find such in not just plain, but also Garlic, Cajun and Jalapeno ... it'd be pretty hard trying to figure out which ones to have next--

SANDY: But on the other hand, I can assume Dinky can handle any leftovers, can you?!!

BABALOOIE, close by: I kinda like those gals and their dog ... yet to imagine jalapeno cheese curds is a little crazy, even for my buddy Queekstraw!

QUICK DRAW McGRAW, perked up by the remarks of his compadre: But then again, how about seriously trying out those cheese curds at any rate?

[Returning to the Southern Smoke & Chrome wagon for the nonce--]

GROOVE, per the Cattanooga Cats: Barbecued pulled pork, I just cannot resist!!

SCOOTS, also per the Cattanooga Cats: Wavy chitlins ... can you imagine a smoked turkey barbecue wrap?

[At any rate, such is the attraction of the Cattanooga Cats to barbecue that plenty of visitor photos, selfies--and autographs--ensue over barbecue of the highest order. Meanwhile--]

SNAGGLEPUSS, none other than, walking towards the carnival area: Heavens to Mark Twain ... and didn't those Cattanooga Cats sing once about "cotton candy and a ferris wheel,/A country carnival is what I feel"?!! Ahhhh yes, to be in a people-watching mode this evening, even if the crowds seem rather thin for the most part, but sure to improve over time ... and ahhh yes, there's no doubt much of our funtastic selves will be out and about! Pardon me while I get a rather substantial lemonade, fresh-squeezed even ...

[fireandgloryrpg]

Unity Feast || Group Chatzy

Roman’s and Greeks gather together to celebrate their unity. Piper loses her purse and the night has a dramatic ending. 

Percy had lived in New Rome for most of his adult life and he had yet to see it in such a beautiful condition. He didn’t know who was responsible for it, but the progress in the cities reconstruction was astounding. Where they hadn’t completed work, delicate decorations such as fairy lights or neon signs had soften the atmosphere around the square where the festivities were taking place. Striding through the crowds of people, he greeted friends left and right. He was wearing one of the few pieces of his wardrobe that he’d managed to salvage after he’d returned to his apartment at the war’s end. A dark navy blue suit with a light pink shirt and blue tie. Brown belt and brown shoes of course. Heading towards the bar, he ordered a drink. This was going to be a good night, at least that was what he hoped.

Wally had left after Z. The pair decided to meet each other at the feast separately. Wally came in a dark purple tux with a dark tie to match. He had added a laurel wreath to his head for the evening, something he felt was a nice addition. Wally was openly nervous, looking around every few minutes, waiting for something to pop up. It felt like nothing could be enjoyed anymore. The smell of food was quick to reduce his fears. Maybe if he ate something he’d feel better. As trays of food passed around, Wally picked up what seemed to be a fried ball of filled with stuffing and mashed potatoes. “Holy shit, has anyone else tried this?!” Wally snuck a few more of the things off a tray and made his way over to the bar to order a drink. He smiled when he saw Percy down a few seats. “Hey! You look good, man.��

As a general rule, Abigail was not a party person. Partially because bumping into other people was inevitable, partially because talking to other people was inevitable, partially because it meant getting all dressed up when she’d much prefer to lounge around in her couch, braless, hair tied up in a bun, wearing an oversized shirt covered in Cheeto dust and with her cat, Shelley, curled up on her lap. Counterpoint: she liked drinking, dancing and eating fancy snacks. So this was kind of a conundrum. In the end, she solved it by giving into peer pressure and going to the friggin’ party. Wearing a full-length light blue gown (with full sleeves and gloves, of course) and with her hair in a neat braid, Abigail was thoroughly enjoying the open bar, ordering the drinks that looked the fanciest and the wackiest. Later, once her legs had rested from the walk over, maybe she’d dance.

Noticing the two children of Hecate that had arrived around him, Percy finished his drink order. “Hey Wally,” he said as he finished ordering a pint of beer, turning to look at Abby and then leaning back and engaging both his friends, “you and Abby definitely know each other right?” he asked with a gentle smile. He’d known both Wally and Abby separately. Both of them were children of Hecate and though he’d spent time in New Rome and Camp Half Blood with them separately, this might’ve been the first time that he’d seen them together. “Is it too early to start really drinking? I’ve been considering when the appropriate time to start doing shots would be.”

While Jason wasn’t the world’s biggest fan of overly formal events, he couldn’t deny that he looked pretty good when he attended them. Anxiously smoothing down the front of his dark gray jacket and adjusting his dark red tie he strode purposefully into the half-finished Senate house, marveling at the beauty of the edifice. As he turned slowly to take in everything around him he caught a familiar bearded face from across the room, and wandered over to his best friend, snagging two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray as he did. “It might be too early for shots. However I think you’re in the clear for some bubbly.” He squeezed Percy’s arm and nodded to the people he was talking to, brushing his hair out of his face. “Evening. You both look lovely.”

While Percy was all fussy about when was the right time to start drinking, Abigail was on her third tequila shot. “Uh. Wally? Never heard of him. Sounds like he got jealous of my nickname, though”, she said, deadpan, before licking off the salt from the back of her hand and downing her shot like a pro. “Evening, Jason. Thank you, I always do. You two look nice, too.” Unable to help herself, she added, teasingly: “For guys, I guess.”

Annabeth had never been one for much dressing up, and she much preferred her shorts and t shirts, but in the spirit of the Unity Feast she was now sporting a long blue gown. Praying to all the gods that she didn’t trip over it somehow in the course of the evening, she headed over to where a cluster of her friends stood. “ Hey, what’d I miss? ”

Wally nodded. “Yes we know each other, sadly.” He smiled at Abigail and thanked the bartender when his drink arrived. “I think we all look pretty sexy, myself included, of course.” When Annabeth came over, he shrugged. “Nothing yet. We’re getting drinks, but it seems Percy is apprehensive. But my guess is: put something blue in front of him and he’ll drink it, no matter what.” Wally took a look around and showed his plate of kind-of-stolen delicacies to the small group. “You guys gotta try these. There is mash potatoes and stuffing mixed in. It’s like . . . I don’t know. It’s the kinda stuff the gods hoard away from us.”

Turning, Percy accepted the glass of champagne off of his best friend and took his place besides Jason. Smiling graciously, he shrugged. “I want to be clear, I’m not the type of person to shy away from a good drink. I definitely don’t think that I’m the type of person to turn down a shot, I was simply musing as to whether or not it was worth considering if there was an appropriate time for shots. Four for shots perhaps?” he smiled gently and looked to Annabeth, winking gently at his friend before taking a sip from his champagne flute as the music filtered through the evening air. The sound of violins singing in the background.

“I never really associated this outfit with pounding shots at the bar,” Jason laughed, straightening his tie and vest, but if we’re lining up at the rail, I’ll do my duty and uphold my collegiate honor.” As Annabeth joined their group he gave her a small wave, sipping from his flute. The entire scene was a little surreal, but he didn’t all together hate it. They had earned this party, with blood sweat and tears and hopefully it would give them all a chance to heal some of the ugly wounds the war had opened. “I hope there are more than canapés at this thing or we’re going to be drunk in a corner in the first five minutes.”

Connor took his time arriving at the party. Sure, he enjoyed them, and all the things that came with parties, such as food and alcohol and pickpocketing, but he just wanted to take it slow tonight. Walking through the crowd, he wore a white button up shirt with floral patterns on, half buttoned down, along with navy pants and matching brown shoes and a belt. Flashing flirty grins at most people he passed, his eyes fell upon his friends at the bar. “I see we’re forming a sub-party over here, is it invite only?” He joked before ordering himself a whiskey and lemonade. “Glad to see we all turned up, everyone looks stunning.” His eyes flickered over everyone before finally landing on his drink. Tonight would have been great, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was terribly missing someone.

Marcus leant against a building on the outside of the square, tapping his ring against his glass. His eyes gently scanned through the crowd making mental notes of everyone he knew. So far, he hadn’t noticed anyone who caught his particular attention, other than a couple of greeks that had started to gather at the bar. Sighing he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards the centre of the square, slipping past people with ease. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips as he spotted his co-centurion and began to move towards her. “Cat, imagine seeing you here.” He joked.

It was strange to think that once upon a time Marcus had been Cat’s subordinate, but now they were partners in leading what was essentially her life’s work. Marcus had been the most suitable choice after Jax had left, however without him here, now, it felt strange. “Marcus,” she drawled, raising a glass of red wine to her equally crimson lips, “a pleasure as always to see you here.” Wearing a sleek black silk dress, Cat reached up and played with the black diamond she wore around her neck. Absently taking everything in. “It has truly turned out well, morale should benefit from the extravagance, don’t you think?”

Brock had been there since before the event started. He offered to act as guard but his higher-ups still felt he was a bit too off balance to be working. They believed it would be better for him to enjoy the event, as if he could. The entire feast, while he was happy to see Romans having a good time, it felt like a joke. Seeing Marcus and Cat, Brock got into stepping. Seeing familiar faces, ones incredibly friendly took a weight off of Brock he hadn’t been aware of before. “Marcus, Cat, how’re you both? You both look nice.” His eyes strayed from Cat but he kept an even smile. Brock had come in a suit lent to him by his friend, tailored of course. A dark green suit with a thin belt around his waist, similar to those of the strings tied around a tunic.

In her defence, Piper hadn’t meant to get so tipsy. She’d only meant to stay for a little while, have a couple of drinks, and then go home. But that wasn’t what happened. She was on her second drink by now, a complete and utter lightweight, swaying in time to the music as she swallowed the sweet taste of cranberry-vodka down her throat. She hadn’t put much effort into her appearance tonight, wearing a tight red dress and pair of heels. She looked great, however, but didn’t feel on her A-game. Nonetheless, she wanted to see everyone. Following after Connor, she said, “Hey, has anyone seen my purse? Pretty — pretty sure I left it somewhere. Don’t know where, but it’s got to be here somewhere.” Even when tipsy, she could talk eloquently.

Eyeing the drinks available, Annabeth was torn between making a conscious decision to stay sober, or throw caution to the wind, because let’s face it, they all deserved a night to get shitfaced after everything that had gone on. “ Cheers to the night? ” She lifted her own glass at the group, raising her eyebrow as Conner and Piper joined them. “ I haven’t, but I could go with you to take a look around if you’d like? ” She offered, noting the slightly slurring girl. There was a voice in the back of her mind telling her that if the beginning of the night was any indication, it might be safer for there to be at least one sober person. God knows what might happen when you mixed a bunch of demigods and legacies who had still unresolved tension and alcohol.

Despite everything that had happened in the last few months, Percy found himself relaxing and enjoying himself. Swallowing a few mouthfuls of champagne, he glanced between Annabeth and Piper wondering whether Piper had even brought a purse with her, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Percy replied with a smile as he reached for several more glasses of champagne and passed them around the group, ensuring that anyone who didn’t already have a drink was well provided for. “If I can just take a moment, I’d like to toast us all, Roman and Greek alike, we’ve been through so much and we’ve come out stronger. So a toast to the years to come, with all the friends we’ve made along the way.” He raised his glass towards the small group they’d formed by the bar. Completely oblivious of all the people they were blocking from gaining access to said bar, but in that moment they couldn’t care less.

Despite his love for these events, Aidan was nervous with how things would go. If he’d know anyone there, if he’d be dressed well enough. He fidgeted with his outfit in the storefront windows as he made his way down, feeling over the soft pink lace sewn over his creamy white jacket. Matching pants, and rose gold cufflinks. He stared at the lights of the party before entering, putting on his best smile. His anxiety washed away seeing people he knew. “Hope I’m not too late to join in?” He asked, picking up a glass of his own, knowing to be mindful of how much he had, eyeing Cat. Aidan wasn’t about to embarrass himself further. Everything felt surreal. Calm. Okay for the first time and Aidan felt good about the night. About the future a little bit too.

Jason raised his glass as Percy launched into a toast, nodding along to his friend’s words. “Here here. To the friendships we’ve made along the way and to the peace we now work to construct. May they both last an eternity.” He downed his glass and passed it off to a passing waiter before snagging another full one. He was more than his usual amount of awkward; given that this was the first event he’d been to where he didn’t have a title and job to hide behind, but he was bound and determined to make it work. Which meant acknowledging the presence of the bitch in the black dress across the circle from him. “Ms Karavadra.” He half bowed “you look lovely this evening. Hopefully you’ll save a dance for me later, provided your dance card isn’t already full.”

By the time Abigail came back, she was still a little tipsy and her feet -- foot, her foot hurt. She slid delicately onto the stool, propped her elbows up onto the bar. Her cheeks were flushed with the exercise, her hair only slightly out of place. “I missed the toast?” she asked, then ordered a side of French fries, one of her few guilty pleasures. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Karavadra, promptly deciding to ignore her. It had always been obvious how Karavadra felt about the Greeks, so Abigail felt no obligation to go out of her way to be nice.

Honestly, as Cat, Brock and Marcus made their way past the group of merrymakers toasting and loudly talking about shots, food and the food time that they were having. Cat’s emotional mask slid into place as she gave Jason the most beautiful smile that she could muster. “You look positively ravishing yourself, that suit really brings out your eyes.” She smiled kindly at him as she continued gliding past. “I shall endeavour to save you a dance,” she gestured to Marcus and Brock as if to indicate that she was already inundated with potential prospects, “but as I am sure that you can see Mr. Grace, my dance card is filling up fast, so make sure you get in while stocks last.” She gave him one final sickly sweet smile, a mischievous glitter in her eyes as she imagined what disembowelment would be like for him. She hoped painful. His self righteous smug nature was almost sickening.

Cat had a way with people, she knew what to say and how to seem elegant and hide her true feelings. Marcus however, struggled with it despite his natural gift with the mist and his illusion spells. Instead, he opted to simply showing his true emotions, one of disinterest towards the group. He remembered all the Roman legionnaires they had lost through the war, not to mention their legionnaires on every other day too. He might have seemed old fashioned with his ways, but blood must have blood, just, not now. Leaving Cat’s side, he flashed a chaotic smile at Jason and then the others. “You don’t mind if a join you right? You did make a toast to Romans and Greeks alike, that includes me right?” A tone of mischievousness danced in between his words as he placed his empty glass on the table and ordering a new one, purposely leaning over and Greeks in the way.

“Oh, Zeus”, Abigail said under her breath. She didn’t mind the Romans’ company on grounds of them being Romans, but she didn’t like the atmosphere they’d brought with themselves. Growing up in a hostile environment, she could pick up on the slightest of signs of someone getting angry. Her magic probably had something to do with it, too. Always a hater of physical contact, but too stubborn (too fucked up) to display weakness, Abigail didn’t even twitch as Marcus leaned over her to get a new drink. Her plate of fries arrived, and she used a toothpick to stab at them, eyes flicking between Jason and the Romans.

Connor rolled his eyes as Cat showed up. He recalled their previous conversation and couldn’t help but feel a taste of disgust in his mouth. “Piper, I could also help you look for it if you like? I’d rather be anywhere but in the presence of her.” He felt like spitting her name out of his mouth but held himself back. Besides, it honestly wasn’t worth it. “I haven’t seen anyone steal it, perhaps you left it on a table and a waiter picked it up?” Connor had been drinking but he was sober enough to help look for a purse.

Wally turned himself around when Cat showed up. He prayed to his mom that she was passing by. If he never saw her again, he’d be fine. Wally poured back half of his drink and signaled the bartender. This would be more fun, and a lot easier to get through if he was a lot less sober. “Whiskey shot,” he chimed. Wally vaguely heard the daughter of Aphrodite talking about a missing purse. He knew somewhere in his room there was a locator spell, but that was all the way back in his apartment. ‘Sides, Connor’s already offered, he reasoned. Waiting for Z might just be his best option.

Brock grinned at the Greeks and caught the eye of Annabeth and Jason. Even before the war, after the Greeks had shown up, word of Annabeth’s skill in battle came around quickly. He had imagined a few times what it would be like to fight her, what he could learn from her. Jason on the other hand made him feel agitated and annoyed. It was aggravating to see an unfaithful Roman, but Jason wouldn’t allow himself to get too deep into thought on that. There was mystery on both sides and it was easier to just protect the civilians. “Cat, maybe we should go somewhere less rowdy? You wouldn’t want to get anything spilled on that dress.”

It wasn’t like Z to be so terribly late. He had always been the punctual sort, but times were changing and he had a bit of elephant business to take care of before making his way to the festivities. As he slipped past people with faces he knew and treated, he fiddled with the cuffs on his suit jacket. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the prior inkling to get anything new tailored and his recent surplus of physical activity was making his clothes fit a little snug. It couldn’t be helped. “Oh; excuse me,” he politely exclaimed as he passed by a couple talking privately amongst themselves. His shorter stature easily snaked beyond them, only for him to come to a complete stop when he nearly bumped into Aidan. “Lace? To an event like this? You’re bolder than I thought you’d be.” The tease came easily as he reached over and wrapped his fingertips around a glass on a tray passing by. He eyed the contents warily. The last thing he wanted was alcohol, but this was clear. The squint he gave the glass was almost threatening.

Percy winced internally as the Romans moved over to the side of his group and Marcus made it clear that he was welcoming himself to the proverbial party. Reaching into a small bowl of olives, Percy chewed on a thick green one soaked in chilli oil and made sure that it was crushed into nothingness before he even considered opening his mouth. “Yeah can I get two shots of tequila with lime and salt,” he turned to a Jason whom he knew couldn’t stand Catherine Karavadra, especially after what he considered to be her wrongful arrest of former Praetor Reyna and Frank, “down the hatch bud,” he grimaced as the tequila poured down his throat. The tension in the room was near unbearable as Connor and Cat seemed to glower at one another from across the room. However Percy was determined to ease things off, he knew that the easiest way to do so was probably to break the group up. Turning to Piper and Annabeth, he looked at Jason and grinned. “Ladies?” he asked as Boogie Wonderland began to play in the background, “may we have this dance?”

Cat knew that she was the least popular Roman in miles, and considering the high density population of this square that was truly something to say. The Karavadra family hadn’t done itself any favours by funding and leading the war effort. But Cat knew deep in her stomach that she had done the right thing. She’d been protecting her city, protecting her people. “Yes, I think we should move along Brock, are you coming Marcus?” she asked as she strode away and moved towards Aidan and Z. “I agree, lace was certainly a very bold choice, however I am not convinced that Aidan’s got it in him to be anything less than bold, it has always been a trait that he has possessed.” Despite the fact that he’d previously drunk too much on a mission, she had to admit that the guts which that took was impressive to say the least, she didn’t know many Legionnaires that would survive an ordeal or even risk it.

Piper, ever the eloquent one, grinned at Annabeth, giving her an appreciative glance as she did so. About to accept the offer, she was interrupted by Percy. “I wouldn’t worry about it usually,” she replied. “But I’m pretty sure I left a few important items in - in the bag.” A hiccup sounded, soon followed by another giggle. She was about to say more — perhaps launch into a great speech herself — when Percy beat her to it. Honestly, his way of speaking was much better — and more eloquent — than hers was, so she let it slide, lifting her glass in the air and saying, “Hear, hear!” in response to what he had said. Then, noting Connor at her side, the young demigod latched onto him, curling an arm over his shoulders as she said, “The more help the merrier! I really, really need that bag. Seriously.” She’d already forgotten what she’d put in there, beside a pack of gum, but she was sure it was important. And whoever Connor (and Jason) were trying to avoid, Piper would happily help them do so. However, the thought of her bag was soon forgotten upon Percy’s invitation to dance, and with yet another grin in Jason and Percy’s direction (and with a slight stumble), she said, “I’d love to. Annabeth, what do you say?”

On the surface, this was the time for Greeks and Romans to make up, but as the daughter of a strategy goddess, or even someone with a smidge of common sense, Annabeth knew that things would never be that easy. She nodded in acknowledgement, smiling slightly at the ones who recently arrived, feeling the need to set an example, but it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t wary, especially of Catherine. Grateful for Percy, she silently commended him in her mind, knowing that if they continued here any longer it wouldn’t end up well. “ Don’t yell if I step on anyone’s toes, though. The rest of you want to come? ” She grinned, moving in their direction and extending a hand to steady Piper. The responsible part in her, though, couldn’t help but question Piper again. “ Are you sure you don’t want to go look for your bag first? If there’s important things in it … ”

Frowning at the situation, Percy decided that before any dancing was to be done they would have to discover the whereabouts of the bag. “Has anyone asked some of the staff?” he turned around to the bartender behind the bar and turned to look at Piper. After a hurried conversation, Percy turned to the group. “The bartender says he hasn’t seen it but there is apparently an official lost and found across the way,” he turned and strode off, unsure of which way to go, but he led the way all the same, doing everything that he could to indirectly combat the tension growing between them all. “What colour is your purse?” he asked curiously as the music shifted from Earth Wind and Fire to something a bit more modern that he couldn’t place his finger on.

Connor grinned as Piper placed an arm around him but simply slipped away when she left for a dance. He wasn’t in the mood to dance right now, not after the atmosphere that Cat brought with her. He was about to suggest that he go look for the purse whilst they danced, but then Percy set off on a mission. With a skip and sprint, he caught up to Percy’s side. “I can check the square entrances? Perhaps someone picked it up and dropped it off there. I don’t think it was stolen, and if it was, I could find that out too.” Without waiting for a response, he turned to face the others. “Anyone want to join me?” He then turned and made his way to the entrance that he had come through.

Marcus picked up the drink the bartender had whipped up for him but before he could say anything else, the group seemed to split up and Cat somewhat summoned him to follow her. Sipping his drink he grinned and followed behind Cat, free hand in his pocket. He wasn’t exactly impressed with how Aidan acted during the raiding of the Greek party, but it was amusing. He wasn’t there but he had definitely heard about it. It had been brought up at one of the Centurion meetings so that the Centurion of the 5th could deal with it. “Can you handle your alcohol tonight Aidan?” He said with a teasing smile. He then turned to look over the crowd. Frankly, he was rather bored. “Brock, interested in doing some rounds? I wouldn’t mind reprimanding a few legionnaires that have gotten themselves drunk during the festivitie?”

All the Greeks seemed, suddenly, very concerned with Piper’s bag, and Abigail suspected -- no, she was certain -- that, while their concern was real, they were all the more grateful to get away with the least popular demigod in New Rome. It was a pity that Marcus was so heavily associated with her (at her beck and call, in Abby’s opinion), because, as her mother always said: she was always Hecate. That was why she’d been the least affected by the Roman-Greek split. In her opinion, Marcus and the other children of Trivia were almost as much of her siblings as their Greek counterparts... “See you ‘round, brother”, she said, stabbing another fry with her toothpick. Deciding to help out, Abigail stood. “I’ll come with you, Connor.”

Cat gently watched the majority of the Greeks depart from the large part of the bar that they’d been occupying. “Make sure that you don’t pick on too many of them, I’ve got a nice 10 mile run in full gear for any of our Legionnaires returning to the barracks intoxicated underage, and anyone late for duties will be joining them.” It was a tradition she and Jax had formerly run, and one she intended to continue running in her brother’s absence. She didn’t mind her soldiers enjoying themselves, but they had to always put their duty first. Arriving to duty hungover was unacceptable and it was not something she was willing to tolerate. “But do make sure that our soldier’s are minding their manners. I’d hate for anyone to get upset in such a tense time.”

Aidan’s face flushed and he shrugged. The situation had grown increasingly uncomfortable with Cat and Marcus’ presence, and it felt weird to receive what felt like a compliment from her. “Thank you Z, thank you Cat. And don’t worry, Marcus, I will be watching my intake. I’ve learned that lesson. The rather hard way.” He said remembering how hot and heavy that armor had been the full 10 miles. His muscles ached from the memory. “But maybe go easy on my fellow legionnaires? Gods know we could all use tonight as a break. All work and no play, you know.” He watched as the group split, most people going after his sister’s mysteriously lost purse. He wondered if she’d even brought it. “How’ve you been Z? I haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”

There was a lot to unpack at once. Z recalled, during the final declaration in front of the senate, that there was some sort of tension between Cat and Aidan, but the wording tonight from the centurion and also the man following her alluded to something more. The child of Hypnos would’ve given why a bit more thought, only the voices of a few familiar people caused his head to tilt away from those closest to him to garner a glance at the slight commotion. His ears could faintly pick up on them deciding to split up to look for Piper’s purse. He thought it was best to join them, since it would give him a chance to avoid whatever was about to happen before him with the Romans, but their talking drew him back in and his honey eyes snapped back to them quickly. “Never a dull moment for the Legion, I suppose,” he mused over the rim of his glass. Wagering a sip told him it was very much not water and he hated how smoothly the small bit of clear liquor went down without causing him to wince. “I’ve been as alright as I could be. It’s hard not falling victim to the ‘all work and no play’ sort of thing nowadays. I take it that it’s been fairly similar with people on your end as well?” His words were in the addressing of all the parties before him, not simply to Aidan. He didn’t want to be rude, no matter how much his skin crawled and itched at the thought of what sort of snap could possibly come from Cat or the, frankly, curt man with her.

Brock laughed and shrugged, picking his head up to look around at all that was going on. “Sure, though I think Aidan’s right, Marcus, go easy on them tonight. It’s not everyday that we get to go to a feast.” Roman life was hard and as understatements go, that was certainly one of them. But it made their parties, the times when they did relax all the better and everyone was more grateful for it. If he couldn’t relax tonight, on day when everyone was suppose to be thankful for things, maybe his superiors were right and he was too rigid. “Maybe have a drink first, Marcus.”

Wally watched the group of Greeks leave as he stayed at the bar, deciding to wait on Z. It was a few more minutes until he heard the sound of his boyfriends voice. Turning around, he saw him talking to the kid who Wally had looked after children with. He smiled, happy to see that Z was making friends. He looked back and realized his shot had been sitting there, waiting for him. He threw it back and grabbed his other drink, and went to join Z by putting an arm around his waist and saying hello to both him and Aidan. “Nice night for a party. How’re you boys?”

“Definitely.” Aidan replied. “Reconstruction efforts, civilian complaints…” He sighed, shaking his head and grinned. “And children watching. Wally here sure knows his way around the kids.” He greeted the man as he appeared. Aidan felt like gushing over how cute the pair were, but he held himself together for his current superiors. “I’m pretty good, and how are you? Did you get called back to the daycare since last time? I’m sure the kids wondered why you haven’t been back yet.”

Nico was never huge on social gatherings. The whole idea had his anxiety skyrocketing, but given the general atmosphere of New Rome following the full blown war he'd completely missed out on, he figured making an appearance would be a good thing, especially considering his history of attempting to maintain peace between the Romans and the Greeks. He arrived in an all black three piece suit, despite the fact that he absolutely hated dressing up, but a dress code was a dress code. The decor was breathtaking, and the reconstruction seemed to be heading in the right direction. Deciding against immediately seeking out human interaction, he made his way over to the bar and, after a millisecond long internal discussion about just how old he was (sometimes he forgot his exact age, given the fact that he was technically almost a century old), he ordered himself a Guinness and took a few small sips from the glass.

Percy had checked three bars across the square, doing his best to find Piper’s lost property. He had been enjoying the night well enough, and it only improved as he spotted the black three piece suit of Nico di Angelo. Drinking his typical pint of Guinness, Percy wondered if his friend drank Guinness for the aesthetic or whether he genuinely enjoyed the taste. Either way there was something striking about his appearance. “Nico!” Percy beamed, “I was wondering if you would show up.” Turning to the bartender he ordered himself another drink. The waiters that were moving around the room with Champagne seemed to have disappeared for the moment and Percy wanted to try reconnect with his friend, if he possibly could. “Isn’t the party going well?” he asked as the bartender passed him a pint of Blue Moon. Sadly the drink itself wasn’t actually blue, but the name at least made up for it a little bit.

Nico had no intention of moving from his spot at the bar just yet. Social interaction was draining, something he had to work himself towards. He’d blown through a quarter of his Guinness before he made out a familiar face moving through the crowd and towards him, a small smile forming on his lips. “Figured I'd at least make an appearance.” he responded, turning his body toward his friend. “I think so, yeah. Part of me forgets you guys were at each other's throats not too long ago, but then I spotted a couple Legionnaires giving me the stink eye.” he added with a light laugh. “I think things are going in the right direction for the most part, though.”

Percy had to admit that he was pleased to see his friend. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, he reassured himself by patting the pen which would transform into Riptide on the inside pocket of his jacket. Sipping at the hoppy larger he’d been given, Percy shrugged. “We were all manipulated into fighting one another, that’s something that’s going to take time to adjust to that,” sighing gently he took another long drink and sat silently. “The tension seems undeniable.” He sighed gently and shrugged. “But these things are the best worked out in social situations with a shit tonne of booze and food, right?”

Connor accepted the company and began checking the entrances. “No luck, this is really strange. I’m sure it’ll show up sometime though. He shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets, slowly heading over to a bar and ordering shots. “I suppose we should reward ourselves for the effort.” He states as 5 shots per person were poured. They were called sours and weren’t potent but 5 of them were surely to get the party going. He took all 5 swiftly and tilted his head back to enjoy the head rush. Spinning, he turned to locate everyone. He noted Percy’s location, watched as Marcus seemed to leave the party and finally his eyes fell on Cat. He stared as anger boiled. He couldn’t believe how stubborn and selfish someone could be. Not offering help to refugees simply because she’s helped the Romans already and was busy rebuilding. Perhaps it was the alcohol crowding his judgement but he spat on the floor and pulled a subtle middle finger at the Roman before turning and ordering his favorite drink. “I hate her.” He said to whomever was still with him after the shots and the purse hunt.

Cat hadn’t seen Connor’s less than subtle attempt at swearing at her. Mainly because as she had been crossing the square, she had noticed a small bag. Squatting down delicately, she scooped it up and returned to her less than lofty heights. Although the heels she wore allowed her to stand above her usual stature. Opening the purse, she flicked through it to find an ID. Piper Mclean. Interesting. Cat hadn’t exactly ever talked to Jason Grace’s former flame, and though she was sure that Piper was as insufferable as the rest of the heroes of the prophecy who had earned their fame through a few lucky quests, unlike her prestigious career through the Legion, leading and fighting for her people as it should be done. She was aware that a purse had been lost, and set out to return it to its owner. They had to at least pretend to play at peace right?

Connor turned and leaned his back against the bar, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes scanned the crowd again. It was a habit of his, searching the crowd for potential targets even if he had no plans of stealing anything. That’s when his eyes landed on Cat yet again. Seeing the purse that clearly did not match her outfit, he squinted and pieced things together. He launched himself off the bar and stormed off towards her. “I see you’ve found a purse, how convenient after Piper’s had just gone missing. I don’t suppose that’s hers is it?” He stood in her path, arms folded across his chest. “If you’re done doing who knows what with her belongings, I’ll return it to her thanks.” He held his hand out for her to hand the purse over.

Cat had no intention of speaking to impudent Greek that was angrily crossing the square across from her. However it soon became clear to her that Connor had every intention of speaking to her. Not even bothering to suppress the roll of her eyes she tutted at him. “Are you always this arrogant and rude?” she asked with a sneer quickly dancing across her face before she composed herself. “For your information, I only just picked this up, unlike you children of Hermes I have no intention or desire to steal. If I wanted this purse then I’d simply purchase it. However as this is hardly my sort of taste,” she looked somewhat disdainfully at the purse and frowned gently, “now if you’ll excuse me then I shall return this myself, I don’t need your interference, please step aside and next time remember who you’re speaking to. I’m not one of your cabin mates from Camp Half Blood. I’m a centurion of the twelfth Legion, I don’t owe you any explanation.”

“Actually, yeah I am.” Connor spat. “Especially to people that have given me a clear reason for me to be rude to them.” He spoke with confidence and met her gaze. “It’s not the purse you wanted, it was the information. Like you said, you’re a Centurion of the twelfth Legion, it’s your job to collect information on people who could be a threat, maybe you’re just collecting knowledge of the Greeks so that next time you declare war against us, you’ll have a better fighting chance.” He laughed dryly. “Yeah, so you get your henchmen to do everything else for you, but this you’d like to do yourself? To paint yourself as a hero when you stole it in the first place? That’s the thing with Hermes kids like myself, we don’t just steal things, we know other criminals moves as well.”

Laughing quietly and mirthlessly at Connor, Cat actually had to place a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from really shrieking with laughter. “Ah, you’re truly a fool, I am more committed to the peace process than any of us, if you don’t remember it was my orders that had the senators taken into custody.” She would’ve liked to say that she hadn’t collected information on what she considered to the main strengths and weaknesses of all of the most powerful demigods who could be seen as a threat to her or to the Cult. “However, just because you’ve developed a vendetta against me and my people, like so many of your people is not of interest to me. I have nothing to benefit from painting myself as the hero over something so petty. You’re drunk and making a fool of yourself. Now I’ll ask you one more time step away from me and allow me to continue on my path. This is none of your concern. Go back to your drinks.”

“Connor.” Abigail said, resting her hand over his chest to stop him from possibly advancing over Cat. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm, commanding respect. In another life, she would’ve made a good commander. “Stop. It’s not worth it to pick a fight. Actually, it’s downright a bad idea. Peace is fragile right now. Don’t. Blow it.”

Past experiences had trained Annabeth to sense trouble brewing pretty quickly, though she was too far away to stop the confrontation between Connor and Catherine. She’d never been much of a peacekeeper herself, one much more likely to fall victim to her own pride, but even then her analytical mind knew that de-escalation would be the correct path here. Noting that there was already someone attempting to hold Connor back, she caught his eye for a moment, hand slightly tapping his back as she passed, hoping that he would take the hint to back down. Instead, she turned her attention to Cat, smile on her face. “ Thanks for finding it, but Piper’s a little tipsy at the moment, and would probably end up losing it again if you gave it to her now. We’ll take care of it for now, but I’ll let her know that you found it. ��

Raising an eyebrow at the situation, Cat dipped her head gently and nodded. Handing the purse gently and carefully over to Annabeth before taking a step away. She had no intention to further the conflict with Connor, she wasn’t nearly childish enough to do so, perhaps that wasn’t entirely true but she had airs to keep up. Her professionalism was meant to be the core of her personality. “Hopefully she doesn’t lose it again,” she turned and strode away, moving towards Marcus with a slight smirk. That had been somewhat satisfying.

The Legionnaires had a lot on their plates, but this was certainly not a concept localized for just them. Z couldn’t quantify the amount of work the Greeks were also busy with. His own workload was enough to make him dizzy sometimes. “That does seem like quite a bit—Oh!” he gasped out softly as an arm snaked around his form. He looked over, and then subsequently upward, to see his boyfriend’s face, and his heart skipped a beat. Thank the gods it wasn’t someone random. “Aidan was the one you were working with at the daycare? What a coincidence. We met while I was keeping some children company in a game of hide and seek.” The universe worked in mysterious ways, it seemed. It was basically fate that they meet, just as it seemed to be fate that some sort of loud conversation broke out at an event for peace. As short as he was, he couldn’t quite see over the heads of other partygoers, but he did catch the faintest of sights of Connor and what sounded to be Cat’s voice as well over the cacophony of others. A frown graced his face as he fiddled with the glass between his hands.

Aidan sighed, thinking about how cute Wally and Z were, wishing he too would someday find something like they had. Or at least had thought to bring a date to dance with. It felt like a middle school dance, as tensions kept most the groups to the bar and food areas. Chatting quietly. At least it was passive until he heard the commotion, and felt a vague sense of dejavú watching Connor drunkenly yell at Cat. He just felt glad it wasn’t himself, not having even finished the glass in hand. Aidan downed it and trying to keep a smile on his face as he began to feel suffocated from the ensuing silence cleared his throat. “Brock- would you uh, would you care to dance?” He asked, trying to change the subject. “I love the-the cha cha slide, everyone… knows it…” He trailed off, hoping someone would jump to his aid. Surely he wasn’t the only uncomfortable one.

The Dominus has watched eagerly as the party had progressed. Tension burning bright after all the chaos they’d caused for them lingered in the back of their minds. Placing their empty palm on a sphere of crystal they stepped forward and cleared their throat before exerting their will on the magical artefact in their possession. Across the city, in the unity feast a shimmering apparition appeared before darkening into a silhouette made of pure shadow. With a voice like nails being dragged across slate, the Dominus began their first address. “Demigods. I hope you have enjoyed tonight’s festivities as it may be one of your last.” They pause for dramatic effect, drinking in the silence that had fallen on the crowd. “I appear before you tonight with some information for all if you. An omen, a warning. By now, you are aware that there is a cult that has burrowed and wormed its way into the city’s roots and corrupted almost every aspect of this society. The members of this cult are among us as I speak, yet in the shadows, they hide. The cult is one of the most powerful forces in New Rome, and it obeys my bidding now. I have poisoned this city, and used the cult to do so. Watch in despair as your hopes rot away, leaving nothing behind, you are witnesses of the end of New Rome. Your city will soon collapse in terror and despair. You may be asking yourself who I am, well that’s easy. I, am simply known, as the Dominus. A name that will be on your tongues as you die in the rubble of this fallen city. Enjoy tonight, as soon the time of reckoning will be upon you.” The Dominus stepped away from his artefact and the vision cut off, a moment later the unity feast exploded into a chaotic roar of questions and shouts, confusion and concern enveloping the whole group.