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1donoow · 2 years ago
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DC REC
PT.1
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♡ - smut
Most of them are fluff
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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post
Batmom
Batfam
Batsis
Bruce wayne
Tim drake
Dick Grayson
Jason todd
Damian wayne
Garfield logan
Rachel roth
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Dc
@myriadimagines - making them breakfast
@gangrenados - the crush state
@thedailyimagines - imagine being the venom host in the dc universe
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Batmom
@ellana-ravenwood - jason todd(ler)
- mama's boy(s)/girl
- is....father drunk?
- each tattoo is a story
- mother's love:bursts of affection
- can you be friend with your husbands ex-girlfriend?
- my mother's apple orchard
- the bat(mom) glare
@xoxo-mylove - missing everything we never had
@reveluving - hugs
@ragingbookdragon - make all the cookies
- GROUNDED
- you're my favorite son
- i have too many children
- i saw it coming when you threw the first punch
@kimberly-spirits13 - batmom with scarlet witch powers
@cipheress-to-k-pop - call mom
@the-daydreaming-show - all of us pt.1
@c-nstantine - milf stuff
- chaperoning
- batmom dying
- fur babies
- ___
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Batfam
@kimberly-spirits13 - how the batfam teacts to dick and jason dating a black widow hc
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Batsis
@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - being the oldest sibling
@strangeshoepatrolbandit - batfam x batsibling
@book-place - sulking at the gala
- way the cookie crumbles (child!reader)
@ragingbookdragon - talk shit get hit
- Possessive hand holding
- Squishing the other's cheek
- ___
@lazydoodlesandfanfic - little daredevil (blind!batsis)
@andieperrie18 - fine line of bs
@c-nstantine - first kiss
- spoiled!black!batsis
- jason and black!batsis
- cooking kiss (hal jordan)
@remakethestars - being batman's daughter would include
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Bruce wayne
@ellana-ravenwood - can the batman get flustered?
- making bruce wayne blush
@alienguts - lost
@toastedkiwi - reader finding out about damian being bruce's son
- unexpected visitors
@reveluving - ___ ♡
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Tim drake
@kimberly-spirits13 - how you earned the respect of the batfam as tim's s/o
@butwhyduh - tim drake with a praise kink
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Dick Grayson
@moonlit-imagines - watching your favorite shoe with dick
- cuddling with dick
@xu-ren - for good luck
@cipheress-to-k-pop - animal instinct
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Jason todd
@ghostdrafts - ___
@blondwhowrites - dating titan!jason todd
@dragon-chica - jason todd mama's boy appreciation
- batmom and jason thought
@lightwing-s - please don't leave me
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Damian wayne
@current-interest-writings - affection
@ladyagagaslefttoe - cartoons and cuddles (batsis)
@thesuperiorrobin - husband!damian wayne
- who?
- ___
- crazy idea let's make out
- boyfriend!damian wayne
@mattmvrdockbabe - sunglasses
@yandereorg - show stopper
@dragon-chica - i want to see my little boy
@skylwitch - just let me love you, my dear
@gatorbites-imagines - platonic alien male reader x damian wayne
@toastedside - banana toast
@multifandom-of-madness - batfam when they're alone with famous!y/n(damian wayne)
@lilxberry - nightmares (batmom)
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Garfield logan
@cipheress-to-k-pop - dating beast boy would include
@myriadimagines - comforting gar after what he went through with cadmus
@romeulusroy - gar telling conner all about you
- taking the fall for you
@6rookie-writer0110 - romantic headcannon
@catxsnow - believe in you
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Rachel roth
@louscartridge - dating rachel hc
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remakethestars · 4 years ago
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CABIN 7 — APOLLO
Headcanons.
❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞
— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive
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Headcanon masterlist.
Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁
Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument. 
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?
They run an underground tattoo parlor.
That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.
Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.
Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.
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🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶
The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).
The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).
When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.
The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.
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Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!
There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.) 
Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.
I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.
I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.
And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.
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Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?
Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.
They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.
Fun Band-Aids™
They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.
I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!
After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.
Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels. 
The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons. 
Kind of germophobic?
They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.
In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.
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The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.
They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them. 
Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.
A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.
They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.
They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.
Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).
Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.
Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.
They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.
Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.
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Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down. 
The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶
The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.
The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.
They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.
Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.
There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy. 
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There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.
Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.
Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.
There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.
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The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)
Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.
There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.
I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.
The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though. 
🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶
Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises. 
A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.
Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.
Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.
So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.
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I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.
They break into song all the time.
Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶
As mentioned in at least��The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.
They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.
🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶
Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously). 
It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.
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Rickrolling. 
The “Macarena.” 
Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.
There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.
A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural. 
Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video. 
It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football. 
C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall. 
The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.
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They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught. 
Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.
There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.
C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs. 
It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.
Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!” 
It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.
They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.
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That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.
The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.
And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc. 
Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.
I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.
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The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.
I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.
A lot of them wear bracers all the time.
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When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.
Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.
And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.
Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.
Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.
Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…
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That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”
There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.
A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.
Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair. 
Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.
Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters. 
They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux. 
Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point. 
While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.
Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t. 
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But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.
And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.
C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth). 
The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can. 
They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.
You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?
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This one's really long. 😅
A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎
Visit my Apollo cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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myheartrevealed · 6 years ago
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Suspicious
Request by @remakethestars:  Hello! I wanted to request a one-shot where a teenage character (like, a friend that lives with them or a daughter or something) was left at the bunker to do research, but the boys's regular check-in texts have stopped. So she turns up and totally saves their asses while in, like, ankle booties or heels or something like a badass, feminist queen. I apologize if this sucks. 😅 — Al ✌🏻💛
A/N: Hi!!! I’m SO SO SO SO sorry that this took as long as it did. I know that it was long overdue. I took kind of a lot of creative freedom with the story, so I hope that is still lives up to your expectations.
Teenage!Vampire!Reader & Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester
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Your phone buzzed loudly beside you. You glanced at it, not wanting to abandon the book you were reading, but when the Winchesters sent something, it was normally important that you respond immediately.
Two possible spots. Around a bar or an abandoned farmhouse outside of town. Thoughts?
What’s the name of the bar?
Sam’s typing bubble showed up not a second later, but it was gone as soon as it came, being replaced by the message: Anthony’s.
Your eyebrows met. It didn’t sound suspicious. You pulled up your laptop and searched the bar, but from what you could tell, nothing about it seemed particularly… unusual.
Farmhouse.
Thanks, Sam responded.
You sighed and put your phone down. The text was just enough distraction to make it impossible for you to go back to your book. Your mind bounced from one thought to the next, but it always ended up in a place of longing.
The boys had left you behind on this case, claiming they needed you to do research for them. You knew as well as they did that you didn’t need to do any research on a case like this. But they were worried that the vamps would sense you coming. Or better, wouldn’t sense you at all. They thought that was a bad thing.
So instead, you sat in the bunker, answering questions about where the nest might be, based on all your past knowledge. You felt useless.
The brothers had picked you up almost a year ago, pretty soon after your accident. They had rolled into town after hearing about the disappearances of three highschool students and low and behold, you were one of them. They were able to kill the whole nest, letting the other two kids go home. But you had been turned… and you had fed.
Sam and Dean took you in, trying to teach you how to survive in the world as a vampire. Things like, where to get blood without hurting people for it, like animal blood or blood transfusions. They planned on sending you off in the world after a few months, but the three of you ended up becoming fairly close and you hadn’t left yet. Not to mention, you were good help on cases.
You wanted to go with them so bad, but you knew vampire cases were a no-no for them. They had left yesterday evening after hearing accounts of a few bodies being sucked dry. It was very obviously vamps, but it was hard for them to judge what size nest they were looking for, which meant only two of them going could potentially be dangerous. But they promised to text every day at exactly 8am and 5pm, to check in, just as long as you didn’t go with them.
Your teeth grinded together, but you were determined not to let your frustration get the better of you. You just had to find a way to distract yourself.
...back to the book.
~ ~ ~
Your eyes were trained on your phone. You were eating breakfast in the kitchen, a small dose of animal blood. However, your supper had been long forgotten, fingers instead tapping an impatient rhythm.
8:12. No message.
You bit down on your tongue. There was no reason not to text them first, but something in you didn’t want to. You were simply more comfortable having them check in with you, not you check up on them.
Sam was normally the one to text you in the morning, so you opened up his contact and wrote a short message: Updates?
Putting your phone down, you went back to your packet of blood.
A couple of minutes past and you were growing ever so slightly more anxious.
Was Sam sleeping in? It didn’t sound like him at all, but perhaps.
You texted Dean as well, but still got no response. The whole situation was odd, but you weren’t about to start panicking yet. If they had been killed, you probably would have already heard about their bodies being found in some lot or alleyway or something.
You decided to give them three more hours. If they didn’t respond before noon, you were going to get them.
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The silence was deafening. You always hated how quiet the bunker was. It was why you always followed Sam and Dean around. Your hearing was very advanced, but the walls of the bunker were stronger, preventing you from hearing anything outside of the room you were in. So, whenever you could, you would find one of the brothers and be in the same room as them. You would sit there and listen to them type on their computer, or flip through the pages of a book, or just lock onto the sound of their heartbeat.
You ran around, trying to quickly pack a bag and grab some money before leaving. And at the moment, all you could think about was how much it sucked not to have a heartbeat. Because you wished you could hear it right now. You wished you could feel your blood pumping and your heart pounding in your chest, because at least you could lock onto that sound.
All you felt right now was empty.
You checked your phone one last time before stuffing it into your bag. You desperately wanted to see a panicked message from Sam or Dean apologizing that their phone died and they didn’t have any time to charge it and they were fine. But there was nothing.
It was a huge relief to finally step out of the bunker. To hear all the minuscule sounds of nature and smell the earth and sense humanity once again.
You went straight for town, knowing there was a bus nearby that could probably get you at least part of the way there.
And as you approached the bus stop you felt reassured. Those boys were not going to die. At least, not at the hands of a vampire, like you did.
~ ~ ~
You fumbled with the handle of the door as the bags on your arms weighed you down.
People had been giving you weird looks since you left the bunker, because you had your hood pulled tight over your head in the sunny afternoon. As soon as you got into the motel room, you were quick to pull the entire jacket off, closing the curtains to protect your skin.
You first reached for the plastic shopping bag that you had just acquired. You went on a quick shopping trip before finding the motel and bought two things: A slim red dress and black stilettos. They were nothing too expensive, but whoever you met out there wouldn’t be with you long enough to notice.
Then, you opened up the bag you had packed at the bunker, pulling out a couple of items you thought you’d need: makeup, hair supplies,  jewelry, and weapons.
You laid all of it out, planning how you were going to set yourself up, then glanced at the time.
You had 2 hours before the sun went down. Time to play dress up.
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Anthony’s was fairly busy by the time you got there, which worried you, but you knew what you were doing. You glided through the bar, catching the eyes of many older men as you walked. You tried not to shudder.
You sat down at the bar and ordered yourself a drink.
As much as you tried to stop it, your mind kept wandering back to when you were turned.
You remembered walking down the street with your friends, completely unaware of the vamps watching you… following you.
You remembered waking up in the cold building, the three of you tied up, scared for your lives.
You remembered the vampires, there were four in total, circling you and talking about what they should do. Bleed the three of you dry? Or perhaps feed off you slowly? You were convinced you were going to die at the hands of some lunatic cult when one of them stopped in front of you, hungry eyes looking you up and down.
“Hey. Look at this one.” They all stared at you, curious. “She looks mature. I’m sure she’d clean up well. A perfect bait catcher.”
You didn’t like it. You hated the way they looked at you. The way they tugged at your hair and poked you. You were a child to them, so easily corrupted.
You remembered the bite… and the blood.
You were startled back to reality, by the feeling of you figure behind you.
He leaned down, whispering into your ear, “You’re like me.”
He was right. You couldn’t sense a pulse from him. Vampire.
You turned around, flashing him a smile. “You caught me. I lived in a nest a little while east. My family was killed by hunters and I heard that you guys were here, so I thought you could help me.”
He smirked. “Is that why you’re all dressed up? To make a good first impression?”
You giggled. “Of course. Plus, I needed to find you guys and what would catch your eye more than an alluring appeal?”
“You definitely caught my eye,” he agreed, before leading you out.
~ ~ ~
“You really should be more careful,” you added as you approached the abandoned farmhouse that you could only assume was the one Sam and Dean had asked you about earlier. “Hunters might notice if you leave bodies like that.”
His confidence didn’t waver for a second. “Oh, I don’t think we need to worry about hunters.”
“And why is that?”
He flung one door open and strided inside. You followed behind him, keeping yourself as tall and bold looking as possible for whatever was inside.
And what you found shouldn’t have shocked you, but it did. Sam and Dean were both tied to chairs in the center of the room. They looked pretty beat up, and their heads were down, but you could hear them breathing and you could feel their blood pumping. Both alive.
“What are these?” you drawled. You couldn’t show your fear or your relief to the vamp.
“The hunters that came for us. They didn’t get very far.”
You eyed the boys over. “Why’d you leave them alive?”
“We’re going to kill them, of course. We just need some information first,” he explained, but you were distracted by something else. After you made your last comment, Dean’s head started to rise, as if recognizing your voice. You turned back to the vamp before he could make eye contact with you.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
That was it. You had put up with the condescending comments and lewd looks all evening to get here, but right then, something snapped in you.
Tied to the side of your leg was a long knife, which you whipped out from under your skirt in a second. He only had a moment to look startled before you swung forward, effectively decapitating him.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
You whipped around to face the boys, but before you could look at them, another vamp ran in from a side room.
“Hey,” she cried, running at you. As she did so, she flashed her teeth at you, probably a scare tactic. So, you flashed your teeth right back. She stumbled backwards and you leapt towards her, also taking her down with no hassle.
You paused, not wanting to drop your guard until you were certain that no one else was going to charge you.
Then you turned to the boys. “You guys okay?”
Both the brothers stared at you in awe. Sam’s mouth was actually hanging open.
“That was so badass,” Dean commented.
You shrugged and walked around him to let him go. “Are there more?”
“Yeah. A few. But I think they all went out tonight,” Sam offered.
“How did you do all that in high heels?” Dean questioned, taking the machete from you while you undid Sam.
“How did you two end up being caught by a couple of vamps?” you retorted, ignoring his question.
Sam thanked you for letting him go and the three of you began to leave.
“You really saved our asses back there, Y/N,” Dean said.
You smirked. “Hell yeah I did. But honestly. Please don’t ever frighten me like that again. Or force me to save you by grabbing attention like this.” You gestured down at your clothes. “It is so uncomfortable for a girl to walk into a bar in these clothes.”
Sam nodded in understanding. “No worries. We’ll get you back so that you can change.”
Your smile widened. You were always glad to be back with the boys.
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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Roy: *heads to the door* I'll get it --
Jason: *holds him back and shushes him* No, no. Wait for it.
Doorbell: *buzz buzz ... buzz buzz buzz*
Roy: What? Why? Might be the pizza.
Jason: Shh shh. Trust me.
Doorbell: *buzzzzz*
Roy: Jay --
Doorbell: *buuuuzzzz buzz buzz*
Jason: Hey, want some breakfast?
Roy: Dude, the door --
Jason: *grabs him and leads him to the kitchen* Come on, I'll make pancakes.
~ ~ ~ 30 minutes later ~ ~ ~
Doorbell: *BUZZZZZZZZZ*
Jason: *chuckling* Ha. Knew it.
Roy: *burps* We're really just gonna ignore that?
Jason: *wiping his mouth* It's Morse code. It's Damian.
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Let's just say Jason wanted to hear everything Damian had to say first, @remakethestars .
At the safe house…
Doorbell: *buzzes*
Jason: *sighs* It’s Morse code. It’s Damian.
Roy: How do you know?
Jason: Because the doorbell just said, “It’s me, morons”.  
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damn-stark · 5 years ago
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Lost legacy Ch.3
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A/N- wow okay I hope you guys like this chapter.
Warning- mentions of abuse
Tagged- @ellaorelizabeth , @camu-winchester , @reinyrei , @remakethestars , @euphoniumpets , @moonbearmeliox
(Let me know if you want to be tagged)
Chapter 2 - Chapter 4
You always dreamed of having parents like any parentless child would. Every birthday wish would be the same, just a family who would pick you up from Hydras grasp and take you with them. But like very wish you made every year it never came true. One time at night before going to bed you got on your knees and put your hands together and prayed something you had seen on tv on the occasional times you did watch tv, you prayed to whoever was above, the big man above, the many gods or the big bright star it didn’t matter you just prayed. Prayed for a loving family, you remembered you felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you kept saying the same words. “ I wish for a family. Please.” Over and over again. But that night while you were doing that one of the doctors came in to your room and caught you. He rushed to your side and grabbed your hand pulled you up to your feet.
“You have no family! Only us! Your Mama you pray for left you here because she didn’t love you! We saved you so you could become what you are now! Your Mama doesn’t love you and no one will come save you!” The doctor yelled as he dragged you down the hall. After that interaction though you still remained hopeful, that maybe one day she would come or maybe even your dad. Even if they reminded you everyday after that day that you had no family you still hoped until you got older and it slowly died down. But even still, now you still had that bit of hope.
That’s why now when you asked the avengers of your request you got nervous. You got scared to know the answer to your long awaited question, what if the truth was not one you were going to like? What if what they had said was true? But yet even with the doubt you had you still needed to know. To atleast know how they look. 
“while we wait for Tony to return why don't we get you situated in your room?” Black widow told you and you just responded with a simple nod. Its not like you had much say in the matter. You followed behind her and she soon presented herself to you, revealing herself as Natasha Romanoff. She also presented Captain America as Steve Rogers. He was in front of you next to Natasha but it seemed that what he had asked you before had his mind miles away. Natasha talked and gave you a tour throughout the rest of the facility. You weren't really paying any attention though. Your mind was somewhere else, it was on the thought that this whole thing was just an act and that at any second they were going to turn you back to Hydra or even kill you. That's why you didn't let yourself get excited at the place you were going to call home from now on because you knew that any moment they'll leave you to yourself. 
Yet when she showed you the room where you would be staying at from now on you couldn’t help but look at it amazed, like how a child looks at a toy store. But you kept your amazement hidden to yourself only letting them see your poker face. “We’ll let you settle in and then we can present you to the rest of the team if you want.” Natasha said as she stood by the door. You looked around and arched an eyebrow. You had nothing with you nothing that you could actually store in a room beside the clothes you had been wearing when they had caught you. Oh and your bracelet. “I’m sorry...uhmm I’ll be back.” Natasha responded noticing what you had also noticed. She awkwardly left the room leaving you standing in the center of your new room. Before you could fully take in the room Natasha came in one last time and put your silver bracelet on the bedside table.
When you made sure she was actually gone your looked at the every inch of the room. It was bigger than any room you had stayed in at Hydras base or when you were living in the streets. You sat on the bed and noticed how comfortable it felt. You let your hand sink into the pillows. You turned your head and noticed a tv. You felt excited and happy to have a room like this one but you had to keep reminding yourself that nothing good like this comes for free and will eventually end. You let your little bit of happiness die down and you grabbed your bracelet. You looked at every window for a possible way to escape. You stood up from the bed and got a closer look. Their was no way you were going to stay here like a prisoner but first you needed to know who your parents were and then you could leave.
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Natasha did as she had said. She introduced you to your new house and team mates. Some of them greeted you with smiles and others didn’t but it’s not like you greeted any of them with a happy and warm smile either. You examined all their faces, some were new members that you had little knowledge about like the red robot Vision and the girl Wanda. She seemed nicer and seemed to be one of the only ones here to have powers beside yourself of course. You didn’t know much about the new members like you did the older ones, because after leaving Hydra you stopped learning about them which is why some seemed new to you only knowing them from the news you would read in newspapers or see on the TVs while walking in the streets.
While waiting for Tony to return to the facility you waited in an awkward silence. You kept to yourself but it was not like any of the team members tried to talk to you and even if they did try you wouldn’t try to take the conversation far.
At the sound of the door opening you looked up and saw Iron Man or... Tony. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on you. “Come on kid let’s go.” He said as he waved you over to him. You got up and followed behind him in silence. “So what you can bend water and air?” He spoke up. You rolled your eyes at his comment. You also saw that Natasha hit his arm but it didn’t seem to be in a hurtful way. “what it’s just a question.” You heard him say to her quietly.
“You could say that.” You grumbled under your breath. Their was much more to your powers then just water and air but earth and fire too. And it also wasn’t called bending it was called manipulation. “What are you some sort of Tin Can?” You asked with a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. He scoffed but you heard him chuckle lightly at your lame excuse of a comeback.
“You could say that.” He answered. When you arrived at the lab inside still inside the facility you got more nervous then you already were.
Out of habit you let your eyes wander the room for any possible exits. Something that caught your eye was one of Iron Mans suits. It was displayed there in the lab behind a glass box. Out of curiosity you walked closer to it to take a closer look. When you were in Hydra you had heard many stories of Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers they were played out as the enemy that did nothing good and only destroyed. You never believed the stories though as much as they told you them repeatdly to try and brainwash you, because you knew the real enemy was always and will always be Hydra. Yet as you saw your brown eyes reflect themselves through the glass that had the Iron suit inside it, you couldn’t help but get chills.
“I’m going to need some form of DNA from you. Preferably hair I don’t want to clean your spit.” Tony said and you did as you were told. He said some stuff into his computer and you waited. The time seemed to slow down as you waited. The anxiety of waiting and finally getting to know the answer to your longed awaited question ate at you. You took a deep breath and began to fidget your right hand because of the anxiety you felt. You were finally going to know. Finally atleast see their face.
“I’ve found two viable matches Mr.Stark.” The computer announced making you even more nervous knowing that the computer had been able to find both your parents.
“Okay read them off please.” Tony said to the computer and you walked closer to the screen. Your left hand was on your right wrist fidgeting with the silver braclet you had on.
“I’ve found DNA that match’s that to Giuletta Kristina Nefaria.” The computer said and your eyes went wide at the sound of name. You didn’t know who she was but just the sound of your mothers name sent you down a whirlwind of emotions.
“Is there any recent activity on her?” He asked and you felt your heart pounding at the question.
“No it seems that she was last seen fifteen years ago.” You sighed at the answer and felt as if your heart broke a little at the news. You looked at the picture that was next to her name and saw you and her shared similar features even if half of her face was covered with a gold mask you could still see similarities like the same hair color and other smaller things.. then again you only hoped you shared similarities with her you didn’t actually know if you did. ���I’m sorry kid.” You heard Natasha say to you. You looked at her and couldn’t find words to say.
“Okay tell me the next match you found.” Tony said. Even if the news of your mother had upset you and set your hopes low you still had them. Maybe your Farher was alive.. then again what would you do if he was?
“Are you sure Mr.Stark perhaps this is news you would like to listen to in private.” The computer said only causing you to worry. You looked over at Tony and then at the computer.
“Yes it’s fine FRIDAY.” Tony said and once again you felt your nerves getting the better of you. You took another deep breath as you kept your eyes glued to the screen.
“The other DNA match I found matches to... Anthony Edward Stark.”
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(A/N- so Giuletta Kristina Nefaria or also known as Madame Masque. Is an actual character in the comics and is love interest with Tony at one point in the comics of course. So I thought I would add her onto the series more of a cameo but I still added her. She’s not going to be significant to the plot at all I just wanted to add an actual character tony has been with instead of just writing a random name so yeah. So please take note that she’s not going to be important to the plot she’s just a cameo!)
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remakethestars · 4 years ago
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CABIN 5 — ARES
Headcanons.
❝We shouldn’t equate being a badass with never feeling scared, with never needing self-care, with never being affected by the world. I mean, I think ‘badass’ comes with knowing what makes you feel comfortable and secure, and when something doesn’t, unabashedly saying, ‘Nah.’❞
— Kim Rhodes, The Wayward Podcast
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Headcanon masterlist.
Ares is more than just the god of war.
He's also the god of civil order, courage, fear, masculinity, rage, rebellion, & violence.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of homophobia, blood (there’s a gif of bloody knuckles), mentions of death.
C5 kids have excellent posture because they're always training, so they're always wearing breastplates. And I assume breastplates improve your posture the way corsets do.
A lot of them do that thing cops & army people do with their vest where they kinda hang their hands from the collar? Bane does it in The Dark Knight Rises, though I must admit he kind of looks weird with his elbows out like that?
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Also because they're always training, they've got a lot of scars.
They've got a lot of year-rounders.
Kicking the bed above to wake your bunkmate up.
Steel-toed boots.
Parachute cord laces with knots at the ends for quick donning & removal.
Laces are wrapped around the top of the boot & tucked in rather than tied — U.S. Military style.
You'd think C5 would have a really messy interior, but actually, their bunks are made with military corners, & they all live out of a tidy footlocker. Because most of them have an active-duty mom (Ares seems like an a$$hole who feeds on toxic masculinity, so if he is gay, I feel like he'd take it to the grave), so Ares expects them all to be dutiful — at least under his roof.
The laurels they receive are mounted above their bunk.
Most have a staple jacket or vest. Every time they win laurels, they find a patch on their pillow from Ares to be stitched on to their staple clothing item.
Which means they're all pretty decent at the backstitch or whipstitch.
A lot of them wear camouflage.
A.C.U. jackets over bronze breastplates.
There are no little strings hanging off their clothes. (I’ve heard them called I.P.s?) They burn that sh¡t off with a Bic lighter. 
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They grew up bouncing around all over the place. None of them really have a solid answer for, "Where are you from?"
Which means they're used to being the new kid & can make friends easily if they want to.
It also makes them very adaptable.
A lot of their belongings have those military moving stickers on them that never got peeled off.
Those belongings are actually pretty few. They're not materialistic; they travel light.
Obviously, I'd like to think of Ares as the god of army brats. 😅
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They know their social security number on rote. And their mom's. And they probably still carry their I.D. card if they become year-rounders because their mom was K.I.A.
Set up a Missing Man Table in the dining pavilion for fallen half-bloods & a Missing Man Bunk in their cabin for their fallen siblings.
Work on 24-hour-time & the metric system.
Even the kids who don't have a military mom measure their lives in increments of 2–4 years.
Surprisingly punctual.
Know when to be quiet & respectful. If they got into trouble, their mom got into trouble too.
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A lot of them take J.R.O.T.C. if they survive to high school & aren’t year-founders.
If you don’t know what that is, basically, the U.S. Army employs ex-Air Force, Coast Guard, Military, & Navy personnel to high schools across the country to teach classes that help kids develop into good leaders & overall citizens. They focus on current events, drills, government, history, & technology awareness & teach kids to do well with job interviews, studying, & test taking. I think they also do P.T. (physical training) once a week, so it gives a P.E. credit. (Source.)
It’s not for army recruitment, but if one does join the army, it helps.
Here’s a Tabbes video on it. She’s great.
Not innate weavers like C6, but they all know how to make a quick-deploy parachute cord bracelet & actively wear at least one.
Their E.D.C. (Everyday Carry) game is better than yours.
Boys probably wear their hair "high & tight" or in a crew cut.
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Girls probably wear theirs in boxer braids.
They call camp rations M.R.E.s (Made Ready to Eat).
They jokingly call camp M.W.R. (Morale, Warfare, & Recreation).
They can all spot landmines instinctively — that's why none of then are worried about having them around their cabin.
C5 kids call each other by either a demeaning nickname or their surname.
R.B.F.s to end all R.B.F.s.
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Some of them can instill anger or fear in someone just by looking at them. Just not as strong as their father or Phobos/Deimos, obviously.
One of them glares at you, & you feel an inkling of fear & think maybe you should reconsider.
Motor cycles & classic cars.
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The older kids will teach the younger kids zippo tricks.
I like to think all of them have read Sun Tzu's The Art of War. C5 has a copy that's full of notes & diagrams in the margins.
I also think if they'd've been in the Battle of New York from the start, it would've gone differently; one of them would have questioned Percy's order for them to split up by cabin to cover certain places because, as verse seventeen of chapter six of The Art of War says, "For should the enemy strengthen his van, he will weaken his rear; should he strengthen his rear, he will weaken his van; should he strengthen his left, he will weaken his right; should he strengthen his right, he will weaken his left. If he sends reinforcements everywhere, he will everywhere be weak."
Of course, some C6 (Athena) kid would’ve countered with verse sixteen of chapter seven, which says, “Whether to concentrate or devide your troops, must be decided by circumstances.”
Honestly, I'm surprised none of the C6 kids said anything either; their mother's the goddess of battle strategy; you'd think The Art of War was their Bible.
Bloody knuckles.
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Brass knuckles are for cowards.
Always armed to the teeth.
Some of them can turn every day objects into weapons, but it'll only last for a little while.
Knives that can be used against monsters & knives that can be used against mortals.
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T5 has stab marks in it from where the older kids challenged the younger kids to I Have All Five Fingers.
🎶 i have all five fingers, and the knife goes chop, chop, chop 🎶
Carve their initials into their bunks & trunks.
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My fancasts for Ares are Skeet Ulrich & Jon Bernthal. Jensen Ackles would kick a$$ too, though.
Visit my Ares cabin Pinterest board & my headcanon masterlist.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ I'm not a military brat, I wasn’t in J.R.O.T.C., & I.D.K. jacksh¡t. ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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remakethestars · 4 years ago
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RAVENCLAW 💙🦅🤎
Headcanons.
❝Even in the blackness, light can be found. My enemy can be outsmarted.❞
— Alex Hirsch, Journal 3
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This is my house, y'all; buckle up!
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, & Slytherin. Headcanon masterlist.
The door'll let you in for witty responses.
We prop it open during exam season, when everyone's coming back from dinner, on party nights, & when no one can solve the riddle.
Questions become more difficult to answer after curfew.
Everyone waits outside & pretends not to know first night until the first-years figure it out.
Today's riddle & answer posted on the back of the door every morning; check before you leave just in case.
Sometimes you find the prefects debating over what the answer is; no one leaves the common room until someone's figured it out, so sometimes, the entirety of Ravenclaw is late to breakfast.
Again, if we absolutely can’t, we’ll prop it open.
If the door’s propped open and you remove the prop, we’ll use the guillotine on you.
Everyone has at least one hill to die on.
There's a podium by the fireplace with a record book on it of all the books in Ravenclaw's library that you can ask for help finding books from (pages flip in their own). 
If you’re in a reading slump, describe what you're looking for; we've probably got it!
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If you don't like writing & highlighting in the books, it'll disappear while you have it, but everyone's free to mark in them. 
So good at reading their own messy notes and the notes their friends wrote they can read a doctor's handwriting.
And there are notes everywhere. As organized as some Raveclaws wish they could be, you can't make notebooks & journals as organized as Google Doc & Word documents. Unless, ya know … someone made a spell for that — hold on, I gotta write that down!
Professors find notes — ideas for spells & potions — on the back of homework & tests. More knowledgeable teachers will add their ideas or advice before handing it back.
Everyone leaves a copy of their favorite book with annotations before they leave seventh year. 
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There's a coffee/tea cart in the common room. 
Hallways to the dorms are covered in graffiti from students long passed.
Dorms branch off based on your year. 
Girls can walk into the boy's dorms & vice versa. 
All rooms are extended for more space.
Beds are built into the wall like window seats & have bookshelves where the head and footboards should be. 
Dark blue curtains can be drawn shut if you're feeling introverted. 
Trunks go under the bed, so they're kinda high off the ground.
Cast an extension charm if you’re claustrophobic.
At the end of every year, everyone congregates in the common room, someone casts glisseo on the stairs to Ravenclaw tower, & everyone slides their trunks down (it's called "the trunk shoving").
No one gives a single sh¡t about house points.
Ravenclaw’s are always blowing something up & losing points.
Dramatic about stubbing their toe, but super casual about ending up in the hospital wing because they "wanted to test a hypothesis."
If you have a question or don't understand something, ask it loudly in the common room; someone will undoubtedly answer or direct you to another who can.
Just don't use bad grammar, or sixteen people will correct you in unison. 😅
Learn (a) new language(s) in the common room 20:00–21:00 Mon.–Fri.
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Tutoring sessions are in the common room at 21:00–22:00 Mon.–Fri. Or ask for private lessons to work around your schedule.
If a particular teacher's sh¡t, we host a class in the common room after dinner.
Also, there're just classes for random stuff: art, budgeting, codes & code-breaking, cooking, dancing, darning, fencing, ice skating (in the winter months), knot tying, lock picking, makeup, Morse code, muggle martial arts, sewing…
First years are all offered a class on note taking.
A lot of us do our homework on Friday night so we don't have to worry about it all weekend, so there're no party activities tonight, but you can play a muggle board game if you want.
Karaoke on Saturday nights.
Dungeons & Dragons on Sunday nights.
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D&D’s swapped out for a play once a month; screw the theater ban! (For an explanation of Hogwarts’s theater ban, see Albus Dumbledore’s notes on “The Fountain of Fair Fortune” in The Tales of Beedle the Bard.)
Morning yoga in the common room — feel free to join; we'll teach you some poses.
Ask around; whatever you're looking for — info, candy, contraband — someone probably hands it out, sells it, can get it for you, and/or can tell you where to find it.
Pass around a spell that allows them to clean themselves. Who has time for showering?
And a potion that gives them the same feeling & energy as if they slept. Who has time for sleeping?
Yes, we're building a guillotine in the common room.
Please don't utilize it in the decapitation of any living person or thing (unless it's the Snape or Umbridge)!
Our next project is a carousel. With working lights & everything.
Yes, we're building a house of cards in the common room; please don't blow on it.
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Be quiet until noon on the weekends or get hexed.
Thank Merlin they teach sign language in the common room every year & everyone knows enough to get by.
Parties are highly regulated.
People volunteer to walk people back to their dorms & put up protection charms so you don't get assaulted. Those people are vetted with Veritaserum first to confirm the authenticity of their intentions.
People often get into academic debates, which can get a bit loud; just silencio them & move on.
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The entrances to the dorms are hidden behind moving bookshelves.
The Ravenclaw copy of Hogwarts: A History will tell you more than you realized you needed to know; there're enough notes in the margins to make a second book, including how to enter the kitchens, how to sneak out if the castle, how to find the Room of Requirement…
They've located more secret passages & rooms in Hogwarts using spells they created than the Marauders were aware of.
First-years are told how to put extension charms on their backpacks so they're not heavy — that's a crap-ton of stairs.
There's an incredibly thick book by a armchair near the fireplace that's full of testaments of Ravenclaw's alumni. "What's one thing you wish you'd known when you started Hogwarts?" First-years are encouraged to flip through it.
And taught a low-concentration spell for levitating books while laying down so your arms don't get tired (flick wand to turn page).
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Common room's extended to fit all kinds of activities (and the bookshelves).
Some third-years built an aquaponic system on top of one of the window seats; take a cucumber, if you want, or stop to look at the fish.
Again, explosions are not uncommon. (Please don’t drop any explosives in the fish tank. As water isn’t as compressible as air, this will kill the fish.)
Everyone just kinda glances over to make sure you’re okay before going back to what they were doing.
There's always a record playing.
They host a hike through the Forbidden Forest once a week, because what even are rules?
If you hear an intelligent conversation taking place, feel free to sit down & listen or jump in!
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The wind whistles against the windows all year round, but they've been charmed to keep water out.
Played The Floor is Lava before it was a meme.
There's a two-way mirror on the wall above the fireplace. There's a muggle television on the other side. No one's sure whose T.V. it is, but a lady comes in in the mornings in hair curlers & watches the news.
She puts in V.H.S. tapes of Disney movies at the start of term. Hypothesis says it's for the first years & this person's a half-blood or a muggle-born.
Sometimes, people work together to solve the Friday crossword in The Daily Prophet. It's the hardest all week.
Look at each other like they're the camera in The Office when someone says something stupid.
Oh, boy, if someone's found a really good mystery book… That sh¡t’s getting magically copied & passed around. We discuss theories at meals, pass notes in class, & set up a murder board in the common room.
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Actually, Ravenclaw house has solved a number of murders in its free time.
Visit my Ravenclaw YouTube playlist & Pinterest board.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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remakethestars · 4 years ago
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CABIN 10 — APHRODITE
Headcanons.
❝I want to apologize to all the women I have called pretty before I’ve called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains. From now on, I will say things like, ‘You are resilient,’ or, ‘You are extraordinary.’ Not because I don’t think you’re pretty. But because you are so much more than that.❞ 
— Rupi Kaur
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Headcanon masterlist.
They’re the camp hairdressers. You need a trim? You want it cut? You want it died? You want to shave it all off? Hit ‘em up.
The type of people that will straight-up chop their hair if it doesn't match their outfit. Somehow, it always works out? I'm looking at Micarah Tewers.
They also run a secret ear piercing — or anything else you need to pierce — parlor.
Okay, but consider: children of Aphrodite that grow up to be models.
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They can charm speak the photographers into letting them pick their own poses & not make them do seductive ones if they’re not comfortable with them.
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Some create clothing lines that represent sustainable fashion & have big names but small carbon footprints.
Some are spies.
Think about it! They know how to switch subtle bits of their personality to fit in with everyone they come across, when & when not to use their charm.
The hide outfits under other outfits & can slip one off in public to reveal the other & lose a tail.
And they'd probably be great at disguise makeup. Add a prosthetic chin, contour their nose differently, pull off their wig, & they're a completely different person.
Plus, their combat training at C.H.B. makes them the perfect agent.
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The floor next to their bunk is scattered with fabric cuttings, pins, needles, their sewing machine, serger, & measuring tape.
The number of times someone's gotten a needle or pin in their foot's a tad concerning.
Will absolutely not wear a top with an overstitched collar. Fast fashion is so tacky! Understitch is the way to go, the staple of a quality garment.
Vintage is better. Not because it's in style (that's a plus, though), but because the seams are big enough for you to let out, & it's made to last.
Experts at thrifting. Not just 'cause it's trendy or whatever, but because they're excellent at upcycling & far too many perfectly good clothes go into the land fill each year.
Make stunning dresses out of Good Will table cloths & curtains.
Or stitch two items together into one better whole.
They iron their clothes; they're not animals.
Really good at getting stains out?
Totally in on the corset bustier top trend, but they're using spiral steel boning in place of zip-ties. Because, again, they want things to last & they're not tacky.
Pass each other tips. Like to tuck your top into your tights to avoid the bulge under your skirt.
Some found big-name, organic makeup companies that don't test on animals. They use packaging that can be recycled or that's biodegradable.
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Borrow their clothes, sure, whatever, but double-dip in their makeup & die. The bacteria will give them acne. (Or is it the oils? Either way, you'll perish.)
Happy to drop their skincare routine, though.
You need to cover up that tattoo you got from C7? They got you.
Flawless makeup on a budget. Expensive doesn't always mean better.
They're taking you to the pool for a first date? Take a seat, C10 knows just the stuff. They use what Disney Princesses use.
Can guess the right shade of foundation/lipstick for you on the first couple tries.
A lot of them invest in magnetic lashes because glue's a b¡tch.
Reusable makeup wipes.
Rick says C10 kids just sit around the lake & check their reflection, but consider: working out gets them their dream bod. So, yes, they do, in fact, train.
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They just do it with intricate braids/hair gel & stylish sportwear.
And if a potential partner finds it unattractive that they’re “too muscly,” they’re no longer a potential partner.
Weapons disguised as jewelry or chapstick/lipstick.
Thalia had a mace canister that turned into a spear, & I gotta say, I.D.K. how she planned to get that through security. Imagine, alternatively, a tube that appears to be full of bright red lipstick when the T.S.A. agent opens it, but actually turns into a spear when opened by a half-blood.
(I have a headcanon that Riptide would just be a pen in the hands of a mortal. Bounced around for years as random objects until Poseidon nabbed it & took it to Chiron — recall that pen you lost?)
A pink, velvet choker that turns into a kopis with a dove embossed in the handle.
Many choose to train in heels. Might as well wear in training what they’ll be wearing when attacked in the street.
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They’ve got no time for internalized misogyny. 
“C10′s weak ‘cause they like being pretty!” Good way to lose a kneecap, Annabeth. You’ve grown up in this camp, you knew Selina, & you should know better.
They confront Piper’s misogyny pretty early on after The Lost Hero, but Piper still takes some time to get over her bias toward pink.
Are we not gonna talk about Rick’s fashion choices for Piper throughout the series? “She looks so fashionable.” To whom, Rick? To whom?
You couldn’t’ve done a little internet surfing just to see what was in style? I never leave the house in anything but jeans, Converse, & a graphic t-shirt from Walmart, & even I know she’s dressed like a middle-schooler! Probably because that’s how I dressed in middle-school… That’s not the point.
The point is just because a character likes makeup or fashion or the color pink, doesn’t mean they can’t/won’t fight for their lives & the lives of their friends if/when the time comes. And it doesn’t mean that they’re stupid or judgmental.
I don’t know a lot about makeup. Hades, I don’t even wear makeup — you can’t rub your eyes or scratch your face; it would drive me crazy. I don’t know a lot about fashion either. I don’t understand it, but I can respect it.
❝‘Jesus,’ Sara says as Branley walks past us. ‘Too cold to show off cleavage, so instead she goes for jeans so tight I can see her thong.’ ‘She looks nice,’ I say, and she does. Branley always looks put together in a way that tells me she spends hours in front of a mirror before going outside. And while I don’t understand that, I can respect it.❞
— Alex Craft, Mindy McGinnis’s The Female of the Species
According to The Lost Hero, all children of Aphrodite intuitively speak French. Cool, cool, cool — but consider, all of them also intuitively speak the language of flowers. 
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They see a red rose, and they just know it symbolizes love & passion. They see an orange lily, to contrast, & they know it symbolizes hatred. 
There’s a copy of The Language of Flowers in their cabin, and it’s full of annotations, like, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so for Valentines Day! And, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so after their kiss on the Fourth of July; they obviously didn’t do their research! 
They work together with C4 (Demeter) to provide flowers for funerals & the like.
C10 bookshelves also contain a lot of romance novels. 
Beaten up copies of Pride & Prejudice & The Fault in Our Stars with faded highlighter over the beautiful lines & annotations in the margins.
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The outside walls are a dusty pink, & the wood’s stained a dark brown that goes surprisingly well with the pink.
Inside, the walls are covered in faded wallpaper.
The southwest wall has a bay window with extra storage in the seat. (There’s not a body in there; they swear.)
(That’s an Arsenic & Old Lace reference, for you youngsters.)
The curtains have one chiffon layer closer to the window & a thicker floral fabric for inside. The thick curtains are replaced based on the season & whether or not someone’s decided to make a romper out of them.
They have a real bell jar with a real rose in front of the window. Legend has it it’s from Aphrodite herself.
Said window is a stained glass image of a dove.
The chaise lounge was probably beautiful when it was brought it, but it’s got fingernail polish & makeup stains on it now. Honestly, someone should really have that thing cleaned.
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As you might have noticed, I placed a gif of swans at the top instead of a fancast for Aphrodite. This is because I think, as I believe most Percy Jackson fans do, multiple people should play her. I'd cast Arden Cho, Camila Mendes, Candice Patton, Diane Kruger, & Gal Gadot to start with.
Visit my Aphrodite cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ I know I got a tad political with this one, but I didn’t & don’t intend to offend anyone. ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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CABIN 4 — DEMETER
Headcanons.
❝Hell yeah, I’m a botanist! Fear my botany powers!❞
— Mark Watney, The Martian
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Headcanon masterlist.
A lot of their dads/parents are farmers & gardeners.
Bonsai trees.
People expect them to be all save the bees!, but actually, honey bees in America are an invasive species brought over by the colonists & are slowly taking over the other polinators, so f*ck bees.
C4 works together with C10 (Aphrodite) kids, who can intuitively understand the language of flowers, to provide flowers for funterals & the like.
They maintain all the plants around camp & keep the grass growing short so they don’t need to mow it.
They're constantly stealing sediment, sand, & pebbles from the canoe lake for their jarrariums.
C4's also host to a number of ecosystem jars.
Legend has it the one by the stained glass window is from before the American Civil War & has never been opened or watered.
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Some of them carry those leaf bags — you know, like the mini rucksacks with the leaf flap over the opening — that C20 kids spell with undetectable extension charms that make them bigger on the inside or able to hold whatever's placed inside & maintain a light weight.
If they go on a quest, they look like something out of a tabletop R.P.G.
Plants are more fun to be around than people. At least they don't judge you.
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Some of the C4 kids are into pottery; they like making their own pots for their plants.
C4 has a moss roof & pristine flowerbeds.
Ivy climbs up the sides.
The cabin's on the ground, but it's like one big tree house.
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There's a tree growing unperturbed directly in the center. The hardwood floor is cut around it to accommodate, & so is the roof. Limbs sprout through the walls.
I imagine it as a maple tree. I also think it's huge because it thrives off the C4 kids.
Two stories.
The second story has a giant, stained glass window that shows a wheat field & farm with a line of trees in the distance.
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Both stories have a door on the back wall that leads to the green house (also two stories). On the bottom floor, the hardwood turns to brick, & on the top floor, the hardwood turns to rougher wood like what is used in the loft of a barn.
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On either side of the door, there are shelves upon shelves of books on farming, plants, & critters.
While most of the cabins used footlockers & trunks, C4 is partial to chests. Usually from redwood.
Absolutely hate tree topping — you know, when the people that maintain the power lines come along & cut off the tops of the tree. Without bark on the top, water runs down inside the tree, causing it to rot &, well, die.
They came to my grandma's door once, like, Hey, is it cool if we top your tree? And she was like, No, but you can cut around your lines if you have to. And they were like, Why not? And they didn't believe her when she told them the tree would die, but it did anyway.
Now every time we drive past a topped tree, I can feel the silent judgement. Like, whelp, that’s not gonna be there much longer.
C4 used to grow all of C.H.B.'s vegetables & the like by way of aquaponics system.
You may be thinking — Demeter? Fish? But hear me out. Now, the reason I don’t believe in hydroponic systems is because they don't use fish, which just makes the vegetables taste like water. Aquaponic systems, to contrast, use fish waste to fertilize the soil, which makes the vegetables taste like vegetables (& presumably provide more nutrients).
You know my great grandma abhorred the idea of using cow manure to fertilize her garden because she didn’t want to eat poop-food? Well, I think poop-food tastes better.
Anyway, when you grow one crop over & over again in the same spot, it depletes the soil of the nutrients those crops need to grow — it’s called monocropping — & it forces the farmer to rely on putting things into the soil themselves — no one cares about that. To summarize, farmers rotate the crops to keep the soil rich (though I can never remember what goes in which field for how long).
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After Percy came to camp (& had a conniption), C4 switched from aquaponics to crop rotation.
They also irrigate the soil with ollas.
Ollas are unglazed clay pots buried with the plants that can be filled with water. They're porous, so the water seeps into the soil over time & keeps your plants hydrated.
Farmers today use drip systems & such because they (& their "experts" — my grandma hates that word) think they know better than ancient peoples, but those systems clog & the water's more prone to evaporation.
Sorry for the agriculture brain-barf. I'm from a family of farmers; I like to think I know my sh¡t when it comes to plants. My grandma says I used to know the name of every plant & flower on our property when I was little. Maybe I should be from C4 instead of C7…
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I fancast Alex Kingston as Demeter. She has that certain je ne sais quoi.
Visit my Demeter cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.
DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.
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remakethestars · 4 years ago
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Headcanon Masterlist
This is a list of my headcanon lists. Most if not all of them are Would Includes. The Hogwarts Houses are things that are considered to be canon in my fanfictions. I’m still working on some of them & may not add the links for some time.
D.C.
Batman’s & Catwoman’s daughters.
Black Canary’s & Green Arrow’s protegees.
Dick Grayson’s & Jason Todd’s little sisters. Damian Wayne’s twin.
Being an Amazon & a Kryptonian.
Harry Potter 
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, & Slytherin houses.
M.C.U.
Bucky & Nat’s, Steve Rogers’s, and Tony Stark’s daughters.
Percy Jackson 
C.H.B.
Huntresses of Artemis.
Zeus's, Poseidon's, Demeter's, Ares's, Athena's, Apollo's, Hephaestus's, Aphrodite's, Hermes's, Dionysus's, Hades's, Iris's, & Hecate's Cabins.
Supernatural
Sam’s & Dean’s daughters.
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🎶 99 bats in the cave; 99 bats in the cave. One goes down, murdered by a clown; 98 bats in the cave. 🎶
[several dead Robins later]
🎶 One brooding bat in the cave; One brooding bat in the cave. Well, orphans are poor, so he'll adopt some more; 99 bats in the cave. 🎶
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Percy Jackson’s solution to every problem is to challenge todays ✨bad guy✨ to something only a fourth grader would agree to -- a fight to the death, hundred-handed rock-paper-scissors, the poison version of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans -- if I win, you have to let me and my friends go/save the day; if you win, the Literal Earth will Perish™. You don’t agree, I guess I’ll just appeal to your deadly pride then, you coward!
Funny thing is, it always works. 
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So, my mom's had one of those E-cigarette things for a while, right? Trying to quit for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-odd years? I spend the night at her house, and notice the distinct shape of a pack in her back pocket.
"I'm getting too fat," she tells me. "I have to come up for a breath between shoes now when I'm tying mine."
Like, yeah, great idea, mom; I hear chemotherapy's a excellent weight-loss plan. And I'm sure filling your lungs with more tar will really help with your breathing problem.
(ノ-_-)ノ ^┻━┻
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When I was in 8th grade, I went to a private school, and we only had 5 kids in our class, including me, right?
And this one day, we got done with History class early 'cause we had a test, so my friend and I pulled out our books and read. And I glanced up at the clock to see how much time we had left and noticed the History teacher staring at the paper tray across the room from her and holding her hand up, so I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was trying to use the Force to levitate the papers to her to grade.
And then she turns to me, squints, makes this motion with her hand, and says, "You will get me the papers from the tray."
And my dramatic butt, who had never seen Star Wars before in my life, said, "I'll get you the papers from the tray," and shoved a bookmark in my book.
Needless to say, everybody lost it.
She must have noticed I was confused, 'cause she asked if I had seen Star Wars before, and of course, I hadn't yet, so I told her, "No???" and she said, "That's exactly how the Force works!"
I have now seen a couple of the Star Wars movies.
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This is not the paper-retriever you're looking for.
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God told His coworkers He was taking a bathroom break in 2016, and He's been playing on His phone eVER SINCE
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ME: I'm a boss-ass bitch. I ain't afraid of shit; shit's afraid of me!
FRIEND'S MOM: Stay outta trouble.
FRIEND: *tells her not to worry because they're with me*
ME: Friend's right. I have a knife, and I ain't afraid to cut a bitch. Fear not.
HORROR MOVIE GIRL: *screaming, literally bleeding out from a stab wound*
ME: Oh, shove a tampon in it; you'll be fine.
BOOK CHARACTER: *fighting for their life*
ME: PUNCH THEM IN THE THROAT, YOU DUMBASS!
SPIDER: Howdy --!
ME: *screams, scrambles in the other direction, has to ask my grandma to get rid of it*
ME:
ME:
ME:
ME: Nope. Ain't 'fraid of nothin'.
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