#stolen body Atlas

[mrsthunderkin]

"This book is incredibly unrealistic, my love"

[arc-misadventures]

Artificial Romance

Jaune: Penny... We... Well, I have a problem... a very serious problem...

Penny: What sort of problem do you have?

Jaune: Since joining the, Atlas AI Corp, General Ironwood assigned me to the Rouge AI Containment Division.

Penny: Yes the, RAICD group. I believe the, General assigned you to, RAICD because your massive aura reserves, and your semblance can be used to bolster your aura so you can handle any rouge AI attacks when you're plugged in. Is there something wrong with your aura when you're plugged in?

Jaune: No, I'm doing find, my aura is dealing with the feed back, and I don't usually have to recharge my aura. However, because of this, General Ironwood decided that I would be of better use if I was to be assigned to deal with the: Strategic Attack Logistic Engine Mainframe.

Penny: The Strategic Attack Log…?! SALEM?! That Anti-Grimm AI, Professor Ozmins made that went rouge because of how he treated it?! That lead him into a feedback loop that eventually killed him?! That managed to break away from the Atlas Grid, and managed to transfer itself to a, Atlas Research Lab deep in the Valian mountain range, and started a building an AI army to protect itself?! And, has started hunting down, Ozmins reincarnated soul because he has been trying to kill this AI?!

Jaune: Yeah.. that AI...

Penny: Why would the, General do that?!

Jaune: Because, SALEM has attacked several, Atlas facilities, and have stolen, Atlas tech from weapons to robot schematics. SALEM has become so sophisticated that it now has an artificial AI body that has aura mimicking abilities. Salem is a security risk to the whole world!

Jaune: Or, at least she could be...

Penny: She? SALEM has a self identified gender?

Jaune: Since she's was the first AI, and has started an army of semi-killer robots; Salem calls herself, The Mother of AI.

Penny: Okay... that's new information, and is a logically sound explanation. Is that the reason why your telling me you have a problem?

Jaune: No... You see, at first when I was trying to get into her systems she detected me almost imminently, and attacked me. I activated my aura as soon as she struck, because she hits hard! Seriously, I had a headache for days after that. But, as a side effect of me using my aura to protect myself, it also bled off of me, and into, SALEM's artificial aura generator.

Penny: What? But, you’ve tried doing that when jacked with other operators, you aura never bleeds of to others, and bolsters their aura. Not to mention you did this to an artificial aura generator; What’s going on, Jaune?

Jaune: I don’t know, my best theory is that because she was talking me when I boosted my aura it melded with hers, thus supplementing, and boosting her artificial aura with my own.

Penny: Hmm… That’s a logical hypothesis. Has anything else happened.

Jaune: Yeah... I think that my aura has effected her... in a manner of speaking.

Penny: What manner?

Jaune: Salem has become rather friendly towards me… I dare say one could consider her behaviour towards me as, affectionate.

Penny: Affectionate? It’s being ‘nice’ to you…?

Jaune: It seems so. At least she’s that way with me... Salem will still attack others that try to enter her domain, or attempt to attack her. But, after our first encounter I tried to enter her programming again, and several attempts after that where I faced the same results: Her attacking me, and the activating of my semblance, and my aura bleeding off, and being absorbed by her. Eventually, instead of attacking me, Salem seemingly welcome me into her domain with open arms. Like welcoming a close friend in your home. And, after a while... I received a message on my scroll, from, Salem.

Penny: It sent you its scroll number? No wait, it has a scroll?! No stop that, what did it say? Waitwaitwait! How did she get your scroll number?!

Jaune: She followed my entry point from where I jacked in, and entered the systems to hack my information.

Penny: The, ‘Locked Gate Protocol.’ You were the reason why we have that protocol now, aren’t you?

Jaune: Yes, but it makes logical sense to have such security measures. Salem, or any other rouge AI were unable to sneak in that way because either the operative, and the AI were locked in combat, or the operatives brain was fried severing the connection.

Penny: True, leaving the front door unlocked as you leave the house is a foolish mistake to make. But, what anout, SALEM, what did it want to talk about?

Jaune: She simply said, ‘hello’ at first. But, after a while we started chatting. It was about simple things at first, music was the main subject for a while; Salem was a love for classical, and orchestral music.l, and is fascinated with, Vaccuoin dessert stonework so much so, she has based her current robotic form around some of their ancient statues, particularly those from the Stllyian Ear.

Penny: How do you know what she looks like? We haven’t gotten close to her base to confirm if she’s even there, let alone what she actually looks like.

Jaune: Salem’s been sending me photos of her latest projects: be it her own attempts at creating art, or sending me images of her robot forms. She tends to update, or redesign her form constantly, ahead of rather picky with her appearance so it seems.

Penny: And, What does she look like?

Jaune: Like this…

Jaune: At least for now. Like most woman she’s picky about her choice in fashion.

Penny: I see… But, there is one thing I don’t understand, Jaune. Why is, SALEM doing all of this? Why is it talking to you, and befriending you instead of trying to, you know… Kill you?

Jaune: Have you read the reports os how, SALEM’s AI went rouge?

Penny: Of course, the reports are standard reading for all new members of the, Atlas AI Corp.

Jaune: Have you seen the videos about those ‘reports?’

Penny: Video? What video! All information, bar what Ozkin has divulged was lost when, SALEM went rou… Unless… unless, SALEM kept a copy…

Jaune: Several copies… Ozmin’s report said he put it through, ‘several high lever stress tests’ in order to, ‘test the AI’s endurance levels.’ The way he worded it made it sound like he was withholding a child’s meal…

Penny: It wasn’t like that, was it?

Jaune: Worse… Much worse than that… These ‘high level stress tests,’ he would run, were akin to severing a leg from a person by brute force, and testing it to see how well it could run.

Penny: Oh gods…

Jaune: If his tests were done on a human, or faunas, Ozmin would be labeled a psychopath, and locked away for inhumane human experimentation. But, because, Salem was an AI he got away with it. Honestly, I’m tempted to let, Salem know where, Ozkin is so she can exact her revenge on the bastard.

Penny: But, why is it so… so kind to you?

Jaune: Because I was kind to her.

Penny: What?

Jaune: You know how I operate; I don’t come in, and go on the offensive when I first arrive. I circle the program, poke, and prod the rouge AI’s matrix looking for a chink I can exploit. And, when I find that chink, I attack, make it worse, pull away, and repeat the process somewhere else until I’ve destroyed the rouge AI’s matrix.

Penny: I believe that’s how you earned the moniker of, The Shark of the Matrix.

Jaune: Correct. This is what I did with, Salem. Salem used to go on the offensive as soon as I entered her domain. But, she eventually stopped attacking me after my, Semblance bled off into her enough times where she would just watch me as I circled her. Eventually, Salem asked me who I was, and we established a dialogue. And, as I mentioned we just talked about random things, and just had some fun hanging around one another.

Penny: Are you lulling her into a false sense of security before you attack her?

Jaune: I have no intention of attacking her.

Penny: You don’t?! But, why?

Jaune: I don’t want to.

Penny: But… why?

Jaune: Salem… Salem is like an abused dog…

Penny: An abused dog?

Jaune: Yes, an abused dog; Is a dog is abused, and mistreated by it’s owner, the dog will become violent, and dangerous. It’s a defence mechanism, hurt them before they hurt you as the saying goes. Now the best way to break a dog of this habit, without killing the dog!

Penny: I wasn’t going to say it!

Jaune: The best way to break the dog of this habit is to show it love, and compassion. It will bite you, but eventually it will stop, and want to comfort you, and be loved. It will take time, but it can be done.

Penny: And, that’s what you’ve done with, SALEM?

Jaune: Not deliberately, but that is what eventually happened. I’m hoping to explain this to, General Ironwood, and I hope we can come to a truce of sorts with, Salem. But… Ozkin has been whispering into his ears for too long, and the, General suffers from a sense of parinoia… I doubt I could say would change anything… But… There is one more problem that I am unsure what to say…

Penny: What is it?

Jaune: Salem… likes me…

Penny: It likes you...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Penny… there's a rouge AI that has a crush on me...

Penny: …?!

Penny: The fuck...?

Jaune: Yeah...

Penny: How do you feel about all of... this?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I’m not sure if I love her… But, I do know that I care for, Salem. And, I want her to know what it feels like to be loved, to hopefully help her forget all the pain, Ozmin inflicted on her.

Penny: Jaune, I don't know where, or how you should take all of... this! I’m an android who’s only a few years old, so I don’t really understand love, and romance. But, if anything is going to happen, whether you develop a romance with an evil AI that wants to kill everyone in the world. I just want to tell you this one thing…

Jaune: And, that is?

Penny: 'Do not fist android girls.'

Jaune: ...

Penny: …

Jaune: But... what about my aura?

Penny: …?!

Penny:

OH MY GODS?!!

[demigods-posts]

How far does the prophecy from The Lightning Thief stretch across the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series? Spoilers Ahead!

"You shall go west and face the god who has turned."

1. In The Lightning Thief, Percy, alongside his friends Annabeth and Grover, travels from New York to Los Angeles to retrieve his mother, Sally, from the underworld and confront the god who stole Zeus's lightning bolt.

2. In The Lightning Thief, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover discover Ares is in alliance with a revolt to free Kronos. Percy fights Ares and successfully secures Zeus's lightning bolt.

"You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned."

1. In The Lightning Thief, Percy returns Zeus's lightning bolt. Conversely, Hades, who kidnapped Sally, returns her home.

2. In The Sea of Monsters, Polyphemus the Cyclops is stated to have stolen the Golden Fleece to improve the nature of his Island and lure Satyrs to their death. Conversely, Luke Castellan and his crew are stated to try and steal the Golden Fleece to quicken Kronos's resurrection.

3. In The Titan's Curse, Atlas holds Annabeth and Artemis hostage, and Percy, alongside his quest partners Grover, Thalia, Bianca, and Zoe, travels west and rescues them.

"You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend."

1. In The Lightning Thief, Luke lures Percy into the woods, reveals he stole the lightning bolt and that he's working with Kronos to bring about the downfall of Olympus. In doing so, Luke, Percy's former friend, tries to hurt him and, inadvertently, sets Percy's story in motion.

2. In The Battle of the Labyrinth, Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and Rachel discover that Luke allows Kronos to use his body as a vessel to bring about the downfall of Olympus.

"And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end."

1. In The Lightning Thief, Percy fails to retrieve his mother from the underworld. Thus, his initial motivation for going on the quest remains unfulfilled.

2. In The Lightning Thief, Percy cannot convince Luke that bringing about the rise of Kronos is not an efficient way to dismantle a neglectful system between the Gods and demigods. This conversation is the catalyst for the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.

3. In The Last Olympian, Percy hands Luke the knife. Luke stabs himself in his Achilles Spot, stopping Kronos from rising, and preserving Olympus. It took the death of a hero fallen from grace to dismantle a neglectful system. From the beginning, Luke was destined to be beyond saving.

[roseboysstuff]

Can I get headcannons of Shiro spoiling his ftm stepson both with gifts he gets him and with his cock as he fucks him dumb

Hehe shiro would Spoiling his little stepson and ignoring his spouse lmao Also shiro is gay so he's marrying reader's dad

He married your dad, and it was an amicable marriage

But after a while, it got boring

He was bored with your dad, who was busy at work all the time, while he was waiting for orders to save the universe again.

And so he finds his eyes wandering, to the cute son of his spouse.

You finish your degree, and he's so proud of you.

His graduation present is a new car, and he even gives you a whole wad of money.

He claims it's just to get you started with life, but secretly he just loves seeing your face light up

The flustered look on your face is cute too.

Any gifts that he would have got your dad, go to you instead.

That necklace with your birthstone in it? It's yours.

A new plushie? He's buying them all.

Clothes that frame your body perfectly? Yep, pick as many as you want.

Being the Captain of the IGF-Atlas pays a lot, so don't hold back in asking for gifts.

Your dad doesn't even seem to mind, he's just happy you two are getting along.

Until the night you catch him jerking off.

Your dad is away on business, and you assumed Shiro would be asleep.

Nope.

He's stolen some of your boxers, and is holding them to his nose as he jerks off.

He notices you watching, and beckons you closer, firmly seating you on his lap, as he runs his hands over your body.

"Pretty boy. So gorgeous."

Compliments and praise flow freely from his mouth, and you can feel your boxers getting wet.

Your back hits the bed, and he hovers over you.

"Just let me spoil you, baby boy. You've been so stressed about getting a job, let daddy fuck you better, okay?"

All you can do is nod and spread your legs.

His cock is big as it enters you, and you cry out, clutching at his shoulders.

He just shushes you, and grips your hips, holding you in place.

"I got you, sweetheart. Shhh, daddy's here."

You spend all night, impaled on his cock, begging for him to go harder, and he happily obliges.

He just wants to look after you, and give you everything you need.

Whether it be expensive gifts, or a big cock to fuck all the worries out of your head.

He'll give his baby boy anything he needs.

[bucktommypositivityweek]

☀️POSITIVITY WEEK MASTER POST☀️

it's finally here! enjoy the masterpost for bucktommypositivityweek round 2. we want to give such a huge thanks to everyone who participated for taking the time to spread some love and excitement in this fandom. if you haven't already checked out all these great works, make sure you go and read/reblog/comment on them all now! now that we have the opening disaster of s8 out of the way, it might be especially fun to go back and see what other season openers people came up with for this event a few weeks back! thanks so much again to all the brilliant creators in this fandom, and we'll see you again soon! ;)

Day 1 - Sun 15th - Make You Own S8 Opening Disaster

We're Doomed by @do-androids-dream-ao3acc

Honey, Honey (how he thrills me) by @beastandfirehose

Come Home And Be(e) With Your Man by @ninjatrashpanda

Serious As A Heart Attack - @darkjediqueen

🐝 tween the sheets by @nine-one-wanton

bees? by @firehouse118

Slightly Exasperated But Most Assuredly Fond - @ladyeyrewrites

There must be something in the water by @judymarch15

Everything will bee okay by @aesthetictarlos

Stung by @kneazle

And the high is worth the pain by @salty_autistic_writer

Sorry, the only way out is down by @reyesdiaz

A Day to Remember by @jamesandanthony

Day 2 - Mon 16th - Scenes From A Firetruck

Up On Top by @nine-one-wanton

Kisses so Sweet (And Spicy) by @ninjatrashpanda

Untitled by @daddy-kinard

I'll Meet you In Between by @bangpop91

Chaotic Bliss by @aesthetictarlos

Stolen Moments by @salty_autistic_writer

Scenes Between Engines by @darkjediqueen

I'm addicted to you (you're addicted to me) by @kneazle

I'll Cover You by @rosyhoneydew

Stolen Moment by @rosyhoneydew

Growing Pains by @bibuckkinard

Three Little Words on a Constant Loop by @ladyeyrewrites

You let go of your fears, and your ghosts by @reyesdiaz

The Space Between by @jamesandanthony

Day 3 - Tues 17th - Missing Moments

Is That...Weird by @nine-one-wanton

Growing Pains by @bangpop91

(Please say to Me) You'll let Me be your Man by @Ninjatrashpanda

Untitled by @aesthetictarlos

Day 3: Missing Moments by @magniloquent-raven

dance with me by @hardly-an-escape

Getting To Know One Another by @darkjediqueen

Bring Your Glory, All You Are by @bibuckkinard

I'll Speed Up For You by @ladyeyrewrites

We'll Be All Dressed Up in Blue by @V88SY

to step into the storm by @aringofsalt

Before After by @jamesandanthony

and in a moment, i knew you best by @reyesdiaz

Artwork by @chaussettecanape

Day 4 - Weds 18th - Supportive Boyfriends

He [*bleeping*] Sucks by @nine-one-wanton

I'm Falling Apart (You Hold Me Together) by @ninjatrashpanda

Salt and Cinnamon by @Judymarch15

Someone to talk to by @TillyReads

Finally Content by @darkjediqueen

as in atlas by @middyblue

I know it hurts, but I will carry you by @kneazle

Under and Over, And and Inside by @ladyeyrewrites

Reprieve by @bibuckkinard

Test Anxiety by @bangpop91

Coming Home To You by @jamesandanthony

Day 4: Supportive Boyfriends by @magniloquent-raven

Day 5 - Thurs 19th - Coming Out

Brave by @nine-one-wanton

love and support by @judymarch15

The Breakfast Aisle by @bangpop91

The Other Shoe (Waiting for it to drop) by @ninjatrashpanda

Caught by @kneazle

Past and Present by @jamesandanthony

Short Trip to Ready by @darkjediqueen

Show Him What You've Got by @superstealthaccount

2 Bodies, 1 Seat by @ruby_daiquiri

We're On a Date by @ladyeyrewrites

Stuck by @inchoate

Standing up for himself by @TillyReads

Day 6 - Fri 20th - Epistolary

Be Safe, Love You by @bangpop91

There Are Rules by @nine-one-wanton

Sleepover at Kinard's by @ninjatrashpanda

More Than Words by @jamesandanthony

Dear Mountain View Neighbors by @middyblue

Chat Help by @darkjediqueen

PLAYLIST - racheld93

Handwritten Feelings by @aesthetictarlos

Texts by TillyReads

Day 7 - Sat 21st - Predicting The Future

In Sickness and Health by @darkjediqueen

Moving Forward by @nine-one-wanton

in sickness by @firehose118

The New Kitten by @bangpop91

XOXO Evan by @ladyeyrewrites

Future scenes by @TillyReads

Home (Home is wherever I'm with You) by @ninjatrashpanda

All The Way Home by @jamesandanthony

That Much More Head Over Heels by @ladyeyrewrites

Of Holding On and Letting Go by @bibuckkinard

Art Work by @gwenfr

Art Work by @chaussettecanape

(if we have accidentally missed a link to your submission, please get in touch with us and we'll add it asap!)

[purpleblch]

Apologies if I missed it but if not, would you mind telling some more about your Atlas AI Rhys AU? I legit can't stop thinking about your designs because Rhys looks like such a beautiful feral bitch 👀💓

You shouldn't have asked because now I won't shut up with my bad sketches

Atlas collars are the product of Rhys' manic fear after Yvette betrayed him (he got the scar from her)

Rhys was killed by vault hunters on his own space station - Athenos

After Rhys' death, Atlas was taken over by his haters (literally)

Jack works for Hyperion, but his position is unknown

Tim and Jack wear stolen Atlas collars, this trick was supposed to fool Rhys and the Pandorian departments of Atlas

AI Rhys is visible to everyone because he's a projection from Jack's watch

Jack's goal is Atlas' information and money

Rhys' goal is to get to the station and transfer himself into a replacement body

Timothy's goal is to survive

Rhys loves to watch people's mental suffering, doesn't like guts and blood Rhys changed his last name to Atlas Rhys' tactic is to appear weak and stupid so that others will do all the work for him Jack sees Rhys's manipulative nature and doesn't give in to it Timothy is easily manipulated, which is why he was named a favorite pet Angel is also a siren in this universe and it takes a lot of money to care for her, Rhys promised Jack he'd spare no expense for him and his daughter Vaughn left Atlas after Rhys' death, he will help Jack in the future

[ameagrice]

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chapter thirty | fine line

percy jackson x fem reader

There are silver streaks shared by Annabeth and Percy, scattered through their hair.

It’s something that will connect them forever, you know for certain. It’s a symbol of a shared strength.

It’s just one more thing to make your heart melt.

Realistically, you should feel nothing but proud of them both, and in your own way, you do. But there has been too much loss to feel any sort of good from the ending, and you can’t get Zoe Nightshade’s death from your mind.

“I can see the stars, my lady,” she whispered, so gently you’d barely heard her at all. The wound on her side gaped, and bled, the golden ichor of an immortal on her way out. An inch of a smile appeared on her face, struggling, before it dropped, and the light faded from Zoe Nightshade’s eyes. A wisp of silvery light lifted from her lips, drifting up into the air, before it, too, faded.

In the sky, the stars showed an image of a girl, running across the sky. Zoe Nightshade had, finally, found her peace.

Atlas was in his rightful place. His daughter had been stolen from the world. Luke Castellan was kicked to his death by Thalia’s action.

Except, they couldn’t find a body.

Body, upon body, upon body. They just kept piling up.

Bianca; Zoe; Luke. Lost lives; people who could have had so much more than they were given.

But Gods who couldn’t care any less.

And if you had to, you’d bet they didn’t even know their names.

You could see now, just why Luke was so angry. Because you felt it too. And it was terrifying.

“You don’t believe me about Luke,” Annabeth said, sounding faded amongst your thoughts. “We’ll see him again. He’s just under Kronos’s spell.”

Thalia jolted away, somehow seemingly unbothered by the height at which you travelled in the sky, Artemis in the lead. “There it is,” she pointed, sitting up. “It’s started.”

“What’s started?” Percy leaned forward, catching your hair between his hand on the seat he held onto. You didn’t say anything.

High above the Empire State Building, Olympus was its own island of light. A mountain ablaze with torches and braziers.

“The Winter Solstice,” she breathed. “The Council of the Gods.”

In the early-morning darkness, torches and fires made the mountainside palaces glow twenty different colors, from bloodred to indigo. Apparently no one ever slept on Olympus. The twisting streets were full of demigods and nature spirits and minor godlings bustling about, riding chariots or sedan chairs carried by Cyclopes. Winter didn’t seem to exist here. The scent of the gardens in full bloom, jasmine and roses and even sweeter filled your senses. Music drifted up from many windows, the soft sounds of lyres and reed pipes.

Towering at the peak of the mountain was the greatest palace of all, the glowing white hall of the gods.

You touched ground outside towering, silver gates, just inside the courtyard. Pegasi travel was rather terrifying, and you were much more than glad to be alive and on the ground. Olympus glowed with warm, the kind that settled in your bones. The warm wind, blowing from nowhere, shifted your hair when you clambered down to the ground.

“Yeah,” Percy muttered.

“Huh?”

Percy froze. “Uh—the horse. Sorry! Pegasi.”

A laugh escaped you, startling in the night. Thalia turned, eyebrow raised. “Why are you talking to a horse? It didn’t say anything.”

“Didn’t I tell you? Haven’t I told you?” He averted his gaze.

“What,” you landed your hand on your hip, waving the other to the pegasi. “You talk to animals now, too, like Grover?”

“Just sea creatures. And horses. Pegasi, sorry!”

“Yeah, you’ll really have to explain that later,” you trailed off. “We’ve got more important matters at hand.”

The Pegasi flew off, leaving yourself, Percy, Thalia and your sister together. You liked to think, years later, laying on the glass floor of a ship, that you were all trying to gather the courage after everything to step inside the giant building, and face gods you had once only ever heard about in stories.

Side-by-side, you walked into the throne room.

Twelve enormous thrones made a U around a central hearth, just like the placement of the cabins at camp. The ceiling above glittered with constellations—even the newest one, Zoë the Huntress, making her way across the heavens with her bow drawn.

All of the seats were occupied. Each god and goddess was about fifteen feet tall. Under their judging eyes, despite your own mother being one of them, you were uncomfortable.

“Welcome, heroes,” Artemis said.

“Mooo!”

That was when you noticed Bessie and Grover, the latter standing at the side of a pool of water which Bessie swam in.

“Grover! You made it.”

He started to run towards your friends, then stopped, and looked back at Zeus, who up close, felt a lot scarier than he looked. You only realized then, that there was a major difference in terror of humans, and the intimidation of gods. You could deal with this kind.

“Go on,” Zeus nodded once. But he wasn’t looking at Grover—he was looking at Thalia.

None of the gods spoke. Grover’s hooves echoed on the marble floor, Bessie the Ophiotaurus mooing warmly at your arrival.

You took the time to observe the gods up close, because you might never get the chance to again. Artemis, looking as if she hadn’t ever even been hold hostage, watched the exchange between Percy and Grover. Percy’s father, Poseidon, dressed so casually you might have laughed in other circumstances, had this sort of barely-there smile on his face, bright eyes shining just the way Percy’s own did, too. Apollo, sunglasses covering his eyes, had his earbuds in, golden head of hair tilted back to the ceiling. And…

Ares. It was impossible to not feel him looking at you. Why the special interest, you wanted to ask. Do you see yourself in me? You wondered. Do I see myself in you?

Your eyes met his dark ones, a stark difference, between the extreme fatigue, and the colors. Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the tears you had shed since yesterday. He wore his signature black leather jacket, dark, dark hair being tousled by Aphrodite’s touch. When it was obvious her husband wasn’t looking at her, perched at his side, her love-ridden smile slowly fell away, and those sparkling eyes fell on you as well.

Or maybe it’s you, I see myself in. Too romantic. Too caught up in feelings. After all, you only had so much love to spare between friends, and the dead ones.

What do you see in me? You were desperate to ask, curiosity clawing at your chest. Why am I the way I am?

Gods sometimes took a special interest in heroes. All the tales told you so. You just had to wonder, what would come of this.

Ragged and bruised, you felt as though you were being picked apart under the watchful eyes of so many olympians.

You hadn’t realized Grover was doing the rounds until he yanked you into a hug. You found it in yourself to hug him back—at least he was still alive.

“Glad you made it,” you whispered.

“You too.” He nodded. Neither of you smelled amazing after this quest, but it went uncared for. A trouble shared is a trouble deeply understood.

“You have to convince them,” he said to the remaining four of you. “They can’t do it!”

“Do what?” You blinked.

“Heroes,” Artemis called. The goddess slid down from her throne and turned to human size, a young auburn-haired girl, perfectly at ease in the midst of the giant Olympians. She walked toward your little group, her silver robes shimmering. There was no emotion in her face. She seemed to walk in a column of moonlight.

“The Council has been informed of your deeds,” Artemis spoke loudly, addressing everyone in a steady, clear tone. “They know that Mount Othrys is rising in the West. They know of Atlas’s attempt for freedom, and the gathering armies of Kronos. We have voted to act.”

There was some mumbling and shuffling among the olympians, as if they weren’t all happy with this plan, but nobody protested.

“At my Lord Zeus’s command,” Artemis said, “my brother Apollo and I shall hunt the most powerful monsters, seeking to strike them down before they can join the Titans’ cause. Lady Athena shall personally check on the other Titans to make sure they do not escape their various prisons. Lord Poseidon has been given permission to unleash his full fury on the cruise ship Princess Andromeda and send it to the bottom of the sea. And as for you, my heroes…”

She turned to face the other immortals.

And that, was the moment you saw your mother for the first time.

Dressed in a beautiful white dress, draped over one shoulder, her eyes, as gray as your own, as gray as Annabeth’s appeared lost in thought. You took the chance to just look at the woman you never thought you would meet.

“I gotta say—” Apollo cleared his throat. “These heroes did okay.” He began to recite. “Heroes win laurels—”

“Um, yes, first class,” Hermes interrupted with a side-eye in his brother’s direction. You were unable to help the smirk. “All in favor of not disintegrating them?”

A few tentative hands went up: Aphrodite, Demeter, Apollo—waving his iPod.

“Hang on a minute,” Ares growled, sitting up on his throne. He pointed at Thalia and Percy, on the other side of Annabeth. “These two are dangerous. It’d be much safer, while we’ve got them here—”

Don’t say anything, you begged yourself. Even Annabeth elbowed you.

“Ares,” Poseidon interrupted. “They are worthy heroes. We will not blast my son to bits.”

“Nor my daughter,” grumbled Zeus. “She has done well.”

You leaned forward around your sister, who visibly shook, pale, in need of a lie down from the looks of things. Thalia blushed—you grinned wickedly. All the things you could do with this moment in the future.

Athena cleared her throat. Annabeth sighed. The goddess leaned forward. “I am proud of my daughters, as well. But I agree—there is a security issue with the other two.”

Annabeth elbowed you a little too late, this time.

“Mother!” You exclaimed.

Your heart dropped and splattered on the ground. Never had you addressed her as such. And never had she looked you in the face the way she did now.

Too late to back out, now.

“How can you just—”

Athena cut you off with a girl, but calm look. “It is unfortunate that my father, Zeus, and my uncle, Poseidon, chose to break their oath not to have more children. Only Hades kept his word, a fact that I find ironic. As we know from the Great Prophecy, children of the three elder gods…such as Thalia and Percy…are dangerous. As thickheaded as he is, Ares has a point.”

“Right!” Ares said. “Hey, wait a minute. Who you callin’—”

He started to get up, but a grape vine grew around his waist like a seat belt and pulled him back down.

“Oh, please, Ares,” Dionysus sighed. “Save the fighting for later.”

Ares cursed and ripped away the vine. “You’re one to talk, you old drunk. You seriously want to protect these brats?”

Dionysus gazed wearily. “I have no love for them. Athena, do you really think it wise to destroy them?”

“I do not pass judgement,” she said. “I only point out the risk. What we do, the Council must decide.”

“I will not have them punished,” Artemis cut in hotly. “I will have them rewarded. If we punish heroes who do us such a great favour, then we are no better than the titans, are we not? If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it.”

“Calm down, sis,” Apollo scoffed. “Chill. Jeez, you need to lighten up.”

“Don’t call me sis! I will reward them!”

“Well, perhaps. But the monster must be destroyed. We have agreement on that?”

“Bessie?” Percy burst out. “You want to destroy Bessie?”

Your heart swelled. Gosh, he cared. It was lovely.

And then you wanted to slap yourself.

What was up with the emotions lately?

Poseidon frowned. “You have named the Ophiotaurus Bessie?”

“Dad,” Percy said. “He’s just a sea creature. A really nice sea creature. You can’t destroy him.”

Poseidon shifted uncomfortably, a trait Percy shared with him, you noted. “Percy, it’s power is considerable. If the titans were to steal it, or—”

“You can’t,” Percy insisted.

Zeus opened his mouth, looking as though he was getting antsier by the second. But you had experience with this sort of thing that needed a good negotiation, so you cut in.

“Controlling the prophecies never works. Isn’t that true?” You tried, stepping forward. All eyes landed on you, and you swallowed. “Have we not just experienced it? Are we not experiencing it now? The Ophiotaurus is innocent. Killing something like that is wrong. It’s as wrong as Kronos eating his children just because of something they might do.”

Zeus looked to be considering it. You breathed heavily, in a mild panic after consulting the king of the gods head on. If he wanted to, you could be zapped out of existence in less than a second.

“And what of the risk? Kronos knows full well, if one of you were to sacrifice the beast’s entrails you would have the power to destroy all of us. Do you think we can let this possibility remain? You, my daughter, will turn sixteen on the morrow, just as the prophecy says.”

“You have to trust them,” you tried, pleading with your eyes. “Please, you have to trust them.”

Zeus scowled. “Trust a hero?”

“She is right,” Artemis nodded slowly. “Which is why I must first make a reward. My faithful companion, Zoe Nightshade, has passed into the stars. I must have a new lieutenant. And I intend to choose one, but first, father Zeus, I must speak with you privately.”

Zeus beckoned Artemis forward, leaning to listen as she whispered to him.

“Annabeth,” Percy whispered from behind you. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Look, I need to tell you something. I couldn’t stand it if—I don’t want you to—”

Artemis turned. “I will have a new lieutenant, if she will accept it. Thalia, daughter of Zeus, will you join the Hunt?”

Your jaw almost dropped. Stunned silence filled the room.

“I will,” Thalia said firmly. She moved to your side, and then a little bit further ahead. Confident.

Zeus rose, his eyes full of concern. “My daughter, consider well—”

Don’t let him change your mind, you prayed. Hold your ground.

“Father, I will not turn sixteen tomorrow,” she shook her head. “I will never turn sixteen. I won’t let this prophecy be mine. I stand with my sister Artemis. Kronos will not tempt me again.”

She knelt down before Artemis, and repeated the same words Bianca had uttered what felt like years ago at the cliff side in the snow and weary sunlight.

When she had finished, she hugged each of you and said a few words. You felt awkward, putting your hands into your coat pockets, when Thalia stood in front of you. For once, there was no spiteful comments from either one of you. She smiled small, looking rejuvenated the same way Bianca had, as if the quest had never happened.

“You’re a good friend,” she nodded. “You’re brave. You’ve got what it takes to help them with this prophecy.” And then she leaned in, and hugged you just as she had with Annabeth and Grover and Percy. “Trust yourself.”

Thalia went and stood with Artemis, and the atmosphere changed instantly.

“Now, for the Ophiotaurus.”

“The boy is still dangerous,” Mr. D. opposed. The beast is a temptation to great power. Even if we spare the boy—”

“No.” Percy said firmly. “Please. Keep the Ophiotaurus safe. My dad can hide him under the sea somewhere, or keep him in an aquarium here. But you have to protect him.”

“And why should we trust you?”

“I’m only fourteen. If this prophecy is about me, that’s only two more years.”

“Two years for Kronos to deceive you,” Athena uttered. “Much can change in two years, young hero. It is only the truth. It is bad strategy to keep the boy alive. And the animal.”

Poseidon stood. “I will not have the creature destroyed if I can help it. And I can, help it.”

He held out his hand, and a spear shimmering with blue light appeared. “I will vouch for the boy and the safety of the Ophiotaurus.”

“You won’t take it under the sea!” Zeus stood suddenly. “I won’t have that kind of bargaining chip in your possession.”

“Brother, please,” Poseidon sighed.

Zeus’s lightening bolt appeared in his hand, and the whole room filled with the smell of ozone.

“Fine,” Poseidon nodded. “I will build an aquarium for the sea creature here, with the help of Hephaestus. The creature will be safe. The boy will not betray us. I vouch for this on my honor.”

Zeus thought about it. “All in favor?”

A dozen hands went up, besides Mr. D, your mother’s, and Ares just sat looking bored.

“We have a majority. And so, since we are not destroying these heroes, I imagine we should reward them.”

—

There are parties, and then there are Olympian parties. And Olympian parties are filled with gold and beautiful colours, exotic flowers and the Muses music, braziers of fire, and delicious food and drinks. It became busy very quickly, and before you knew it, you found yourself stumbling into a corner to get yourself together. All you wished to do was go to your cabin and cry. To let it all out.

“This doesn’t look like you’re partying.”

“What the hell are you? A spy? Just leave me alone.” You shoved yourself further into the corner just away from all the partying, a quiet corridor devoid of anything but cold marble and tall, golden ceilings.

Ares hummed lowly. You didn’t have to see him, shoved into the corner like a child, but you knew he was just on the other side of it.

“I’ll let you off just this once, demigod.”

You rolled your eyes. The marble edges dug into your back uncomfortably from how hard you were trying to disappear for a few minutes. “What do you want? Spit it out.”

“If you weren’t her’s, I would say you’re one of mine. You’ve got the fire, I’ll give you that. And my wife has taken a special interest in you and that boy. Her business is my business, you’ll understand. Since you’re her business, now, you’re my business, too.”

You wanted to scream at him to leave, to go away so you could breathe for five minutes. But…you really wanted to know what he had to say. Curiosity always got the better of you.

“I don’t want to be anybody’s business,” you settled on, weakly. “I’m my own person.”

“Whatever, kid. I’m just here to pass along a message.”

“Which is?”

“She says, you’re doing exactly what you should be doing.”

“Oh, really?”

You shoved away from the corner, and paused.

He’d already gone.

—

Making your way back into the crowd was the last thing you wanted to do, but it would be best to show your face for a little while. Eventually you made your way back to Percy. He smiled as you popped up next to him, and then slowly frowned. His green eyes glistened under all the lights.

“You’ve been crying,” he reached up, and then lowered his hand, unsure of what to do.

You laughed pitifully. “Yeah.”

Because, really, what more could you say? It was rather obvious. And you sounded as if you’d just developed the world’s worst cold and stuffy nose.

Percy still stared at you, concerned. It was touching, really.

“I’m just tired.” You nodded. “I promise. When we get back to camp you might not see me for a couple weeks. I’m about to fall off the face of the earth in sleep mode.”

He smiled, tight-lipped, those eyes dancing across your face. For the first time ever under Percy’s eyes, you felt self-conscious.

“I’ll clean up later. My dad always says I look like I’ve just done thirty rounds of coke after crying. It’s funny because it’s true,” you tried lightly.

Percy’s dark curls shook. “No,” he denied. “I think you look…I think you look pretty—uh—I mean—”

Your heart jumped into your throat, and suddenly it was difficult to breathe. Because AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

“Uhm—” you frantically tried for something to do; hair behind your ears, leaning back and forth on your heels. “Thank you. Thanks.” Heat flooded your cheeks. Percy was already scarlet in the face, nodding frantically, avoiding your eyes.

When you looked up, Athena watched from a distance, and then looked away, as if she hadn’t been interested at all. But you weren’t about to let her ruin what just happened—Percy called you pretty.

“I was thinking,” he shoved out. You turned your head, blinking expectantly. “I owe you a dance, don’t I? We got interrupted at Westover Hall, right?”

This time, you allowed yourself to smile, your heart and lungs expanding.

“Right.” You took his hand, shaking.

The music played on, a gentle tune of the future, the past, and the present.

—

Chiron greeted you all at the Big House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. Grover went off to his satyr friends, telling them all about his brief experience with Pan.

Annabeth, Percy and yourself sat with Chiron by the fire. A couple of others joined you, too—Clarisse, back from a quest of her own it seemed. Her hair was cut short, like somebody had hacked it with scissors without a care, and there was a jagged scar on her chin. For once, she kept quiet.

“I got news,” she said glumly. “Bad news.”

“I’ll fill you in later,” Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. “The important thing is you’ve prevailed. And you’ve saved Annabeth!”

The Stoll brothers were there, too. You hadn’t even looked Travis in the eye. The high of the short dance with Percy had worn off, that tiny spark of normality had gone, and left you with the sadness you’d been feeling before it. You struggled with getting Bianca and Zoe’s deaths from the front of your mind, and Thalia’s moving on. Everybody was leaving, it felt like. And everybody was too happy for what had happened along the way.

Percy, sitting next to you in front of the fire, felt the same. You could tell by the sheer look of something bordering on a deep sadness he had.

You didn’t speak.

Annabeth talked about Atlas, and where she had been kept. She yawned the whole way through, still shaking with weakness even after some ambrosia.

Chiron’s positivity spread a little bit to you tired campers, but in the end, the unwavering need to go somewhere and cry won. You set down your mug of hot chocolate, and walked away. Another chair scratched the floor behind you, as you walked away toward the fields.

“Let her be,” you heard Chiron utter. “She needs time.”

You heard happy babbling just as you wandered away, boyish, childish talking. You looked to the left, and there was Nico di Angelo, two figurines in hands, talking to himself the way children tend to do. Every organ in your body twisted painfully, and you got away before he could see you. You couldn’t be the one to tell him Bianca was long gone. You still didn’t want to believe it yourself.

The air was bitter cold, your fingertips numb already. Snow fell lightly as you wandered into where you probably shouldn’t have been. You didn’t get far until his voice caught you up.

“Scout?”

You stopped, the snow crunching quietly. Behind you, Travis grew closer until he was right in front of you. You hadn’t even realized how tall he’d gotten until you saw him again, like seeing him in a different light.

Bundled in a red sweater and jeans, a coat and scarf atop of that, he still shivered.

“I just need to go for a walk. I’ll be alright later.” You shrugged.

Silence captured the air. Until he said, “Chiron…mentioned what happened to Nico’s sister. And the Hunter girl. Zoe. I’m—I’m so sorry.”

The first tear fell without any effort. And then you grew too cold too quickly. And crumbled.

He enveloped you instantly, as if without thought—like the action would be unknown, to hesitate in your arms. Against his warm, soft chest, Travis’s heart beat gently against your ear, his hands coming up carefully to your back, to your shoulder.

Safety.

And at the end of it—Travis.

You allowed yourself the tears. Your hands scrunched at his shirt. He smelled of the outside weather, of wind

of life.

—

PAIN. So, we’ve reached the end of Titans Curse! How are we feeling so far about relationships and eve thing? Feedback is always appreciated!

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[hearmeoutworthypoll]

Koh the face stealer from ATLA pleaseee

Stolen from the wiki:

Koh the Face Stealer is one of the most ancient and knowledgeable spirits in all of the Spirit World. He is a malevolent entity with the body of an enormous centipede-like creature and resides under an ancient tree in the Spirit World. His self-chosen name reflects his ability to literally steal the faces of other beings who express emotion and use them at will by "blinking"

He possesses a sadistic personality and constantly tries to goad the slightest bit of emotion out of his visitors, even if it is the Avatar, by frightening them with his monster-like appearance or taunting them with his many faces. However, Koh's actions suggest he is amoral rather than purely evil […] He also is cryptic and often speaks in riddles. Another spirit derogatorily described Koh as "chatty" due to his readiness to talk with humans

Stealing an entity's face will not kill them, as proven by a faceless monkey living outside his lair, and Rafa, another victim, did not require food or oxygen, though his victims will enter a state "somewhere between life and death" that can persist for years

[azrakaban]

Mr Corrigan - Lorenzo Berkshire

a/n: finished it ends with us at 2:30 am last night and was inspired to make this so enjoy this randomly put together one shot :) 

WARNING: CONTAINS A SMALL IT ENDS WITH US SPOILER THAT MAY OR MAY NOT RUIN A BIT OF IT. GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. TRUST ME. IT'S WORTH IT. I WOULD PAY MONEY TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN. Bye :D

Edit: I started writing this months ago, but I just couldn't get it to a standard I liked. So finally, I have it to the point where I'm satisfied with it, and can present to you: Mr Corrigan <3

...

"and then he said 'in the future... if by some miracle you find yourself in the position to fall in love again... fall in love with me.' And I SCREAMED Enzo! I screamed! I woke up everyone in my dorm and read it to them and they screamed too!" you said, flopping back onto your pillow.

"Atlas Corrigan has well and truly stolen my heart! I'm in LOVE!" you said, sighing and laughing at Enzo's raised eyebrow.

"I hope you're sparing some of that love for me then darling. I'm not sure how I feel about sharing your heart with your Mr Corrigan. I'd rather have it all to myself, you know? I'm kinda selfish like that." He said, smiling down at you.

"When you write lines like that for me Enzo, I'll kick him out and you can be the full time resident." you said, laughing and hitting him with a pillow gently.

"challenge accepted y/n. challenge accepted." he said, grabbing a pillow and hitting you back. "And I mean to the pillow war, don't get your hopes up, I'm no genius when it comes to writing." he said, shielding him from the cascading blows of your pillow on his head.

...

You dropped your bag onto the floor of your room, pulling your notes from your bag and sorting through them.

Throughout the various notes about Grindylows you found five scraps of paper, each with a tiny note from Enzo that he'd passed you earlier.

your eyes roved over each word, taking them in once again and smiling.

"I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as much as I do."

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings"

"thanks for being mine darling"

"not once have I looked at you and not had to blink to check that you're real."

"I'll take any portion of your heart you'll give me."

you laughed at the last one a bit, remembering his reluctance to share your heart with Atlas. But hey, what could he do? It was Atlas who was fictional, not him. (dear readers... I'm sorry)

you moved to lie back on your bed, sliding the notes into the draw beside your bed. you looked at the books beside your bed, reading the titles over and over again.

You were no Juliet, but you had your love story with Enzo. He completed you. your other half.

you noticed something poking at your neck and sat up, looking at your pillow. A slightly crinkled note sat on it.

you checked it was to you, before unfolding it. A magnet fell out, small and rectangular. You turned it over quickly to read what it said. "Boston: Where Everything Is Better." 

So he'd read it ends with us for you. That's it, you were sold, he was the one, you would marry him.

you smiled and decided to keep the magnet in your hand, waiting till you had finished the letter to put it somewhere. you unfolded his letter, and started to decipher his handwriting.

"dear y/n. I don't really know how to explain the effect you have on me. I don't even really know how to begin this letter to be honest. I'm no fictional character, and naturally I am not going to be incredible with words, so please bear with me while I try to get this onto paper. I might not be a certain Atlas Corrigan, Rhys Larsen or Edward Cullen (although he bears a striking resemblance to a certain Cedric Diggory), but I can at least try to get this onto paper.

People say "I would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would walk on fire for you. I would die for you. But I can't say that. I can't genuinely say that I would walk on fire to save you from something. Because, for starters, i wouldn't let you get into the position where you have to be saved. I want to be your protector, the focus of your mind, the only person you think about. 

It's not about having you as mine, it's about making you sure that you know I belong to you. Ask me to jump, I'd say how high. Ask me to give up my friends, I would (reluctantly though, so please don't)"

You paused to sniffle at that. Wait. Hang on. Sniffle? Oh merlin, there were tears in your eyes. What on earth? Must be hayfever. Your eyes slid back to the lettter, which was still going somehow. 

"Anyway, besides that y/n, I want to be the person who gets to memorise everything about you. The way your nose crinkles when you're confused, the look you get in your eyes when you're explaining your latest book to me, the un-natural ability you have to be able to guess what I'm thinking...

Other than when you're overthinking and you trick yourself into worrying that I don't love you anymore. In those instances when I have to remind you that I love you, I'll just pull out this letter for you to read. And if that's not enough of a reminder, then I'll hold you until the obsessive thoughts stop and you fall asleep in my arms, where you belong.  

Because that's one of the simple things I love. Just sitting, holding you. We don't have to be talking, holding you is enough. I just need to know that I still have you. And honestly, you consume all my thoughts. I won't say every minute of every hour, because lets be honest, I would not pass a single exam if you were on my brain 24/7. Sorry darling. 

I'm not going to ask you for another letter like this in return, because honestly, you didn't ask me to write this, and to be honest, I like that I'm the source of the love letters in this relationship.

 So y/n, once you've read this, you can ignore it, you can sleep with it under your pillow (little obssessive but I can excuse most things you do - this does not include murder, but does extend to Arson, Organised Theft and Kidnapping and Fights), or you can just keep it and treasure it.

Do whatever you want with it. It's yours. I'm yours.

Your own personal Mr Corrigan." 

The tears were freeflowing by this point, streaming down your cheeks. You flopped back onto your pillows, trying to act like the girls in movies when they lie back on their beds holding a photograph, book or diary. Unfortunately, you failed miserably with this attempt. 

You promptly banged your head on the headboard and cursed. So much for movie girl.You re-read the letter, and fresh tears sprang into your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. 

Enzo. He'd written this for you. Oh my merlin. All you wanted was to do something for him. But only one thing came to mind. Something he had mentioned in his letter. Big gestures could wait for later. All you needed to do right then was get to him. Find him. 

You sprung up off your bed, tears still falling, and grabbed one of his hoodies from your bedpost. Pulling it over your head, you ran to the Slytherin boys dorm. You quickly knocked on the door and the door opened. It was Blaise. He quickly looked back into the dorm and yelled: "BOYS! OUT!" 

They came quickly, Mattheo, Draco, Theodore and Blaise, filing out like a fire drill. It seemed almost practiced. Actually, knowing them, it probably was. You walked in tentatively, looking around the door. 

You could see him, sat on his bed, fiddling around with a scarf you left in his dorm once. "And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house" (ALL TOO WELL REFERENCE I'M SORRY I KNOW ITS THE WRONG CONTEXT BUT MOOOOOVING ON) 

He looked up and gave you a nervous smile, mouthing a quick 'hey.' That did it. You ran across the room to him, into his opening arms and he held you tight to him. His arms closed around you as you cried into his shoulder, the letter still held in your hand. 

"Merlin y/n, if I'd known the letter would have made you like this I might not have written it. I hate seeing you sad." He said, smiling sadly at you. You half laughed at that, choking back a sob, pulling back to look into his eyes. "Happy tears" you said, looking into his eyes.

 There was some confusion in them, but overall, just love. Overwhelming, brain shaking love. And what he did next rendered you unable to speak. 

Leaning forward, he kissed away your tears, fingers dusting your cheeks. Once he was happy there were no tears left, he leaned back and mouthed to you, "I love you." 

Unable to speak, you leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his, trying to put a lot of unsaid words into the kiss. His lips pushed back against yours, knowing what you were trying to say. 

You pulled back after a while, trying to speak.

 "Enzo- I-"

 A finger touched to your lips, silencing you. 

His eyes locked with yours. 

"It's okay. I know." 

You nodded, still slightly breathless, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, returning his hold. Your lips neared his ear and a few words escaped your lips. 

"I guess I'm yours too, my Mr Corrigan."

I'm lazy but I have decided to dedicate this part to @lavenderorlilac for being easily my favourite reader and follower both on TikTok and over here. Thank you love ❤️

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Nothing Left

by skripsy Based off of the prompt: Danny becomes that one random civilian casualty. He’s akin to the “my cabbages!” fellow from AtLA. One-Shot: The Joker stood cackling over a too still body, emptied needle in hand and held in the air. “Too late Batsy!” The monster crowed and kicked the body over with a foot. Black veins spread over the neck, fingers curled toward it as if trying to hold it off. Mouth open in a last gasp. The Joker had a long stint in the hospital before he was taken back to Arkham. Batman received a call days later. The boy’s body was gone from the morgue. No one knew what happened. No cameras caught who stole him. He had flashbacks to Jason. Dead then stolen. He began a new case. Words: 1187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Fanaroff's Danny Phantom Plot Bunnies and One-Shots Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Other Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Nightwing, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Graphic Description of Corpses, Dead Danny, immortal danny, Danny is Immortal, batfam, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Death, Blood, tired Danny, posted from tumblr, Tumblr, prompt via https://ift.tt/eJROjZB

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

fic writer twenty questions

thank you @cookiemonsterv3 for tagging me <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What's your AO3 word count?

87,808 (scary number . did not realise it was so high)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently star wars (most of my fics are star wars)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

from the ashes (my greatest shame. unfinished atla fic 😔😔)

love in your body (you can’t get it out)

know it well/ugly and sweet

the sun will rise despite your heavy mind

(to) kiss like real people do

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yeah! (sometimes takes me a while). i have many many thoughts so with the slightest prompting i will share them

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angsties ending?

hmm genuinely difficult to answer i writing love angst <3 i think for me it might be try not to breath, because it just feels hopeless (or that was my aim at least)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

love in your body (you can’t get it out). hopeful codywan <3 <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, i’ve avoided hate so far

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

i do not. partly bc it doesn’t really appeal to me currently, partly bc i would have no idea how to go about it. respect to anyone that does 😔

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

again, boring answer. i haven’t before, though i might at some point if a particular idea strikes me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge !

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

also no, it would be very cool though

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, though @anakachow and i keep talking about a coruscant thing (there’s many many ideas heh)

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

current brainrot says codywan <3 this may change but who knows 😌

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

hmm difficult question because i always intend to finish a wip until i move away from it/the fandom. at which point i maintain no hope that i’ll ever finish it. though there’s a few ideas in my drafts that may or may not ever become fics (i really want to write something cosmic horror based for star wars, don’t know specifically what though)

16. What are your writing strengths?

i love writing imagery and metaphor and that sort of thing !! i am the annoying person going well actually when talking about why the curtains are blue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action. to a lesser extent dialogue. when the characters have to actually do things in a scene i am Struggling

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

would be very cool if i spoke another language well enough to do it !!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

possibly ironically, it was star wars (i think i was like 12? 13? writing about an oc that i now remember nothing about 😔). it’s taken me a while but i’ve finally come back to star wars !

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

there’s a few fics that i’m really proud of for different reasons, though i think my top two would be my tragic codywan fic (longest thing i’d written in years and i was proud of myself for finishing it), and (to) kiss like real people do. which i just really like

no pressure tags - @eightbitpale @tapemonkey21 @anxiousotters @crowleying

[ran-orimoto]

If you could give the frontier kids a different spirit what would it be and if you could change the designs how would they be

Among the asks I’ve received in a month ,this feels so connected to my mood and I’m happy it gave me a kick-start for a new asks row!

Takuya: THUNDER⚡️. Face it: Junpei and Takuya are two sides of the same coin and have been given the most explosive elements matching that bursting bomb of personality they have got. There’s no other element I can see for someone as impulsive as Takuya ahahah. He also ends up in the Thunder circle when they land in Sephirotmon. HHHHH MY THUNDER-FIRE WISH CONNECTION. Due to ATLA, it works so perfectly to me, idk HHHHHHHH. And also imagine an Agnimon with electric hair… He already has got a mane similar to mine when my freaking hair gets messy.

Kouji: Wind🍃. Besides the fact he also ends up in the sphere of the Wind in the Sephirotmon, I think he has always had some sort of connection with the wind? Like, in ep 2 he comments about Digiworld’s wind, he is often represented with his long hair in this wind and he’s a free spirit. Wolfmon couldn’t be absolutely called such any more ahahhahah. But tbh he could also be a sort of ninja moving as fast as the gusts of wind? Kouji can use things such as steel bars (again, ep 2) and climbs mountains, can hide pretty well (the tickle scene episode), can survive to falls. He should take on kendo imo.

Izumi: Fire🔥. The concept of the phoenix, I beg? Imagine the arc of the stolen spirit being handled much better with not only Junpei caring about her own well-being, but also with her coming to terms with a little depression about being the weakest and going through a symbolic rebirth? I’m so obsessed with Izumi’s stolen spirit arc and how dirty it has made her because it barely focused on how she felt FROM HER PERSPECTIVE It’s not right Junpei had to be the vehicle of her emotions? And do things for her while she sat there?????? Izumi???? Moreover, if she got Fire, she would be the mc and I would love it; we would, wouldn’t we?

Junpei: Water💦. To be honest, Junpei would fit Wind as well and it would be hilarious because he wouldn’t go along with his element at all, a bit what I can see Izumi x Water to be, since she always drowns in lakes and seas. Junpei has got a little funny scene featuring him wanting to understand how to orientate through the wind and failing miserably (ep 2). Then, you also have got the EXHILARATING, well-known moment from ep 4, where he tries getting Izumi’s spirit and Fairymon just surpasses him at high speed🤣 (even if Junpei being attacked and Izumi yelling his name is what wakes Fairymon up). EHM, yeah, I could joke about that and also about someone heavy getting an element making him feel as light as a feather yet still retaining his weight. Again, funny, I’d be into it, I have got my hcs about a bond between Fairymon and Junpei, but I prefer imagining Thunder and Wind bonding with each other.

So I’m giving Junpei Water because he sings like a merman tempestous boy can get an element making it rain, generating storms but in another kind of form, in a more active fashion. No, I don’t want Junpei to completely part from his element because that’s an amazing part of his writing, despite how little attention it has got: his fear of thunders, which in a similar rewrite could become fear of storms in general. I don’t think Junpei has got that great relationship with rain, either, if I have to be sincere. That day he forgot the umbrella mustn’t have been that nice on his body. Moreover , do not forget his Beast spirit was found in the sea like Ranamon’s and Fairymon’s and I have always found it so fascinating. Wind x Thunder x Water, my beloved *cough* *cough*. Idk his spirit could be based on a whale and its chants. Kill me.

And now the same suffering point to overcome: Kouichi and Tomoki, whom I don’t think about that much and I always show it. I’m sorry, guys. I’m sorry. Junpei gets two paragraphs and he balances this miserable last part.

Tomoki🪨: Earth. And don’t ask me why Train of Hope has given me this idea of Tomoki ending up being so strict and determined and kinda “I’m a person with my feet firmly pressed against Earth”. In truth, in the anime he kinda was peetty determined and down to Earth (lmao), despite being such a baby? He had his values and held onto it during the Asuramon episode, showing how much he cared about them. Idk? This is my half-assed idea and I hate it, thank you. He could still be a bear, if you ask me. Something similar to Ursaluna.

Kouichi❄️: Because Kouichi can’t be parted from his near-to-death experience in any rewrite, if you ask me, and the only thing I can connect with death is ice and cold. Do I need to explain it…? No idea how he would look like. Something closer to Duskmon than Loweemon.

Thank you for the ask~💕

[secretly-a-catamount]

Let Me Avow

(This Story Can Also Be Found Here On Ao3

Part One Can Be Found Here

Note: Although This Is Technically Chapter Two Of This Fic It Can Easily Be Read As A Standalone)

  It had been raining the day Annabel Blackthorn turned nine.

  It was always raining.

  At least the Blackthorns’ house was dry, Malcolm had thought idly as he watched his friend wring the rain out of her hair, the orphanage had always been wet and leaking, the sagging, patched roof and broken window offering no protection against the harsher of the elements. The water droplets caught in Annabel’s hair looked like the diamonds Mrs. Blackthorn occasionally took out of the family vault and wore around the house. She looked like a bird, poised on the edge of his cot, ready to fly far, far away.

  “Malcolm?” She was the only one who ever called him by his name, to the rest of the Blackthorns and their servants — who feared the retribution that would surely be dealt to them if they dared be kind to him — he was simply “warlock” or “boy” or “you”. Not Malcolm, never Malcolm, never to anyone who wasn’t her. (He wondered, sometimes, if that was the reason why he loved her name in turn. He knew it wasn’t.)

  “Yes, Annabel?” Her voice was steady, his was too, as if he were an equal lightly chatting with her during a social call, instead of a servant she’d tracked down in the depths of her family’s house, where she was expressly forbidden to go, to let him tend to the discolored bruises her father had left across her face.

  “Would you tell me a story?”

  “What kind?”

  “Something true.” Her eyes seemed to burn in their sockets, blue-green flames flickering behind a brittle, paper mask. “But not so true that it . . .”

  “Hurts.” He finished softly, her bruises fading as his fingers slid over her skin with all the light grace she had herself possessed when she’d glided across the surface of a frozen pond earlier, knives she’d stolen from the Weapons Room tied to each foot.

  She sighed, shoulder slumping. Whether her relief was that of the pain and swelling was gone or that of the fact that he understood what she felt without a measure of doubt, Malcolm couldn’t tell.

  “There was a boy at the orphanage.”

  “Not you?” Her voice was a whisper.

  “Not me.” His voice was a whisper too.

  “His name was Tobias Finch. He had red hair, and freckles, and a book of stories. It was green and had a rather particular color on the lettering that made up the title, like gold or copper, although it wasn’t either, it was tin painted to look like something valuable. It was an atlas, this book, and it had stories. Those stories were tales, really, places where the people could dance and where they could hide and nothing bad would happen to them because of it. The writers called it a masquerade.”

  “How did they hide?” Annabel seemed to be drinking in the words. Body angled towards him, hands gently folded in her lap, her face glowed as if she had just seen her first glimpse of the sun after a fearsome storm.

  “They wore masks.” He answered, his hand still fitted to the gentle, oval curve of her face (he knew he should draw away, but he simply couldn’t make himself, not from her, not from Annabel, the only one who still spoke to him with kindness, the only one who had ever touched him gently), “covering their faces but not their eyes. So they could see but not be—“

  “Seen,” she interrupted, the singular word a rushed exhale, “so they could see but not be seen.”

  A stab of relief. “Yes, yes, that’s it. That’s exactly it.” He was glad to know that the understanding that they shared went both ways. He understood her, and she understood him, and he knew that, knew it all the way down in his bones, but it felt good to be reminded anyway. There were days where her family made him doubt. He hated them on those days, instead of nearly fearing and disliking them.

  “I wish to go there someday.” Her voice was wistful, as if she was seeing past the wooden beams and bricks and stones and mortar to a place that was better — a place that deserved to house her.

  “I’ll take you.” It was a reckless promise, one he couldn’t stop himself from making. “I’ll take you there.” His words were softer now, almost reverent, like how Annabel had said people spoke in the church neither of them were allowed to attend; Annabel, of course, had snuck in a week or so ago to steal several bottles of pink-reddish wine, her parents and brothers off in Idris, the two friends had drunk the church-wine until they’d been sick.

  Annabel suddenly seemed uncertain, as if she had just really realized where she was, had just realized who she was spending her time with, had just realized what her family would do to her if they found out she was doing either of those things.

   She was beautiful and kind, she was wonderful and goodness, she was light and his friend, but — he suddenly jumped up from his cot, limbs a tangle of nervous motion as his mouth jumped over the moon and ran away with both the spoon and his thoughts.

  “I understand if you want to leave, your parents, we can meet later, I’m got down to the village, buy some spell ingredients, I know you have a landscape painting you want to finish, we can—”

  “Malcolm, you’re being incredibly jumpy all of a sudden. Whatever is wrong?”

  “You’re apprehensive. Or you look it, at least, and that bothers me, because we’re friends. I don’t want to be the cause of your strife or—”

  “Malcolm. I look apprehensive because I bought you a gift and am uncertain if you will like it or not.”

  “Oh.” He hadn’t expected that, he knew she loved him, that’s what friends did, but gifts? She never gave him a gift before. He blinked owlishly, wringing his hands. “If I might ask—“

  “You know you can.”

  “Where is this gift”—gift? she’d bought him something? he hadn’t quite been aware that he meant so much to her—”my room isn’t quite big enough to hide a box.” Indeed it wasn’t, the room behind the great house’s boiler was barely large enough to hold the cot and two children. In true, his room wasn’t really a room, but a old, crumbling storage closet with a makeshift bed shoved into it. There wasn’t even enough space to put a nightstand, the lit candle placed in the small alcove Malcolm had carved into the wall using magic.

  “Of course, there’s no box. I made it. It’s a bracelet.” She held out her arm, on her wrist were what looked to be pieces of colored glass strung together on a thin metal wire.

  “But that’s you’re sea glass”—the sailor had told him to give them to someone special and without even thing Malcolm had turned and handed the smooth shards to Annabel, saying that they matched her eyes—“and that’s your bracelet, and it’s your birthday; you’re supposed to get gifts on your birthday, not give them.”

  She pulled him back down to sit beside her on the cot. “Shadowhunters don’t celebrate birthdays like Mundanes, so I’ve decided that I can do my birthday how I want it. I want to have the greatest gift and the greatest gift you can give me today is your happiness. And besides,” she said, unclasping the bracelet with her teeth, and than re-tying it around his wrist, “you already gave me four gifts today.”

  “I did?” It looked wrong on his wrist, something so surly hers on his body, something that would never truly belong to him no matter how much he went along with it to please her. “What were they? Healing your bruises?”

  “No, you silly boy, you gave me a story and a wish and a promise.” She was speaking in a whisper again, leaning in much, much closer than was proper. Her breath was warm against his face. Her eyes glistened in the faint candlelight like deep pools to the ocean, not for the first time Malcolm thought he wouldn’t mind drowning in them.

  “That’s only three things.” He whispered back snakily, uncertain, if this is going to progress in the way that he thought it was, uncertain what he would do if it did. He’d fallen in love with Annabel Blackthorn a long time ago, he just never thought she’d reciprocate his feelings.

  “Yes, it is. But that’s okay. What you’re going to give me I can you back.”

  She smiled, a slow, dazzling thing that stole the words from his mouth.

  And then she kissed him, and that stole all the thoughts from his head.

[mostly-mundane-atla]

If you could write your own indulgent episode of atla, what would it be about? By indulgent, I mean super indulgent. You write it in any style you'd like, happen whenever during the timeline, focus on any character you'd want (even making it completely about some ocs), anything!

Oh man, my tastes have changed so much since first watching the show (the value I put in it is more sentimental than anything tbh) that an entirely self-indulgent version would be completely unrecognizable. Instead of the love letter to animoo and kung fu movies we got, it'd be more like an amalgamation of Princess Mononoke, the Song of Ice and Fire books, the Táin Bó Cúailgne, Inupiaq orphan hero stories, Light Chaser Animation, Lone Wolf and Cub, the True Grit remake, Cultist Simulator, The Handmaiden, and my favorite operas. Also, it would have vampires. And maybe reference Homestuck. And the theme song would be a cover of Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones

For something that could actually exist in the Avatar: the Last Airbender we all know and love, however, i'd like to have an episode that leans into horror elements where Aang has to relive Avatar Kuruk's memories of fighting for his life in the spirit world. I'm thinking it would start with Aang in a very fitful sleep. We hear his heartbeat ring in his ears and it flashes to his dream where he is Kuruk fighting off dark spirits, and then it flashes back to Aang's sleeping face, but zoomed in a little, and this goes on, flashing to Kuruk and then back at Aang, a little closer each time, until Aang's eyes glow, suggesting he's in some altered form of the Avatar State.

The dream/memory plays out like a survival horror, where Aang as Kuruk is at all times just inches from death at the hands of beings that are not of the mortal world. Kuruk's voice is there too, asking Aang if he remembers Ummi from all those lifetimes ago. Aang says "she was stolen, wasn't she?" Kuruk also asks how Aang managed to push his mind into such a shameful time, but Aang says he just fell in.

Meanwhile in the mortal world, Sokka, Katara, and Toph are trying to figure out what's wrong with Aang. He's not just sleeping, it's more than that. He's not moving at all except to breathe and he feels cold.

Aang in Kuruk's body eventually finds the home of Koh the Face Stealer, intent on taking back Ummi's face or at least taking revenge. Koh, however, is not there, denying the avatar his catharsis, and no amount of shouted demands for the spirit to show itself compels it to appear. Kuruk falls to his knees in despair, he is swarmed by the same evil he was fighting off but now there is no will or energy to continue.

And Aang's eyes snap open.

Everyone tries to ask him if he's okay; if he can move; see; hear, feel, but he doesn't process any of it. He sits up and says in a shaky voice, "you know Avatar Kuruk didn't die an old man?" His body trembles as he says this and a tear rolls out of his eye. He's so terrified of failing the world. He's so terrified of dying.

Katara pulls him into a hug, and Sokka and Toph join. She promises him "but you will. We'll make sure of it."

[rnlacc]

Bringing back my headcanons(sfw and nsfw) about James Ironwood, most of them are silly af:

-James’ ears are the first things turn red when he consumes alcohol.

-James’ neck is sensitive af, especially, his adam’s apple. He won’t show his neck to anyone unless he trusts them.

-His waist is smaller than other hunky men around him.

-He doesn’t have time to shave or even groom his beard. He just…lets it grow. Sometimes, there’s a couple of thick, black hairs on his working desk because his beard sheds…

-James’ hair is soft af and his soldiers always want to brush his hair by their hands once.

-James will let children(maybe random children in the party or his soldiers’ children) play with his beard. But children are full of energy so they would grab and pull his beard for fun but he wouldn’t be angry. James Ironwood just loves to play with kiddos.

-James has candies and some snacks in his working desk’s drawer. He won’t leave his chair for meal until he has everything all done so he’ll be starved if there’s nothing he can eat in his office.

-James can only have coffees for the whole day without eating anything else. He can work 16 hours straight if no one forces him to go home.

-Clover usually passes by James’ office, opens the door then looks inside without saying anything and leaves. He just wants to check on his boss.

-James will let his students help him to roll his sleeves if his arms are acting up. The kids would love to help their Headmaster-General…

-Half of his students see him as their father figure and their parents always complain that “The General has stolen my kid.”

-James’ hand writing is quite nice because one of the the first things he had to learn after lost the half of his body was writing by himself.

-James Ironwood has PTSD and depression is canon. But in my headcanon, his PTSD and depression cause to another mental health problem such as GAD. James has to deal with too many mental problems but he always refuses to have a personal therapist because he thinks his “little” mental problems aren’t worth.

-Young James Ironwood was called “National treasure” by many broadcasters after what he has done for Atlas.

[werethehellami]

Runaway Toy Bee AU

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TW: objectification, previous non-con body modification, unconsentual touching (non sexual),

Don't read if you are in any way uncomfortable or triggered by these, remember to take care of yourself and your mental health.

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B-127, or Bee was silently fuming as he was shown off like a Fancy toy. His small frame being handled by strangers, pulling at his limbs and shaking him about. He couldn't help but grimace at the action.

Bee hated his 'master', hated his slimy grin, hated his sea green paint, loathed his large almost giant hands. Yes, Bee hated a lot of things, he has hated these things for years now. But that didn't matter here, not as StoneEater paraded him around as the toy he saw Bee as.

Bee didn't know when his Master, StoneEater, first got ahold of Bee. All Bee knew was that he had a family before, a sire and a carrier who would kill and die for him in the same breath. That he was stolen away from them. Not that. It mattered, while StoneEater paraded him around like the toy he saw Bee as.

Bee sat in the plam of StoneEater's hand, so small compared to the fingers alone. His tiny frame rattled with each step the giant took. Unfamiliar faces jeered and quaked at him as if he was some exotic pet, and not the individual he was.

"He is so tiny, how do you even manage to feed the little thing?" Someone asked, their finger too close to Bee's face. A bot a little older than Bee but much taller stood by the stranger's side. "Oh that was a fairly simple obstacle, just some simple hand feeding, and a little bit of convincing to get him to corporate. He still needs a little bit more training, but soon he'll be ready for tricks." StoneEater said with nothing but enthusiasm.

Bee's teeth grinded against each other, listening to them talk about him like he was a pet. Oh how he wanted to start them apart. But he was small, weak, and currently on a leash. If he tried to swing, throw a punch, kick to the pit and back, it wouldn't do anything. At most it would lead to Bee being locked up in a kennel for a couple days again. So Bee bit his tongue and tried to focus on literally anything else.

Bee's fingers twitched, wanting to touch his neck, his fingers brushed up the smooth metal collar around his neck. It was a gaudy looking thing, silver in color but adorned with yellow and orange gems, it was uncomfortably tight. If Bee were to breathe too quickly, he'd probably choke for second. He was half tempted to just let it choke him out, if it got him out of this place. But knowing his luck, it would only end up with more restrictions on what little crumbs of autonomy and choice he had. StoneEater had the unfortunate ability to know what were genuine accidents and what was Bee's own doing.If choosing what color of shiny rock to fit a collar meant to keep you lock up counted as a choice.

Bee silently hissed as the bright lights burned into his optics. Everything about this stupid party was overwhelming and exhausting to look at. Bee glanced at the ground, and decided he loathed the neon colors for the floor. Bee closed his optics, his arms wrapped around his legs. He really wanted out of this.

"looks like the little thing tired himself out, it's almost his bedtime anyways," StoneEater chuckled softly. His thumb rubbing against Bee's back. If he had his voice Bee would scream at StoneEater, but Atlas, his voice was the second thing Bee lost.

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Bee wondered how long until he lost everything that made Bee himself.... He didn't want to know that. He wanted his family back, his voice, his future. He wanted his life, his choices back. Bee wanted to steal them back, tear them from StoneEater's servos and beat him with them.

Nee couldn't help but wonder about how hard and futile it would be. He couldn't help but also think about the satisfaction of his defiance. But Bee was but a sparkling, and the collar had purpose besides showing off his master's wealth. A painful shock shot through Bee's body, and he opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out.

"Oh little one, did you think I didn't notice that ugly expression earlier? It was quite embarrassing, you know, having to explain it away. And here I thought you were trained enough to handle this. No matter, I shall see to that your are next time" StoneEater said as he clutched Bee in his hand, fingers painful tight.

Bee wanted to snarl, hiss, bite, and growl like that animal his master thought him of. But no noise escaped his mouth. Yet he struggled, squirmed wildly, and kicked. All of his movements meant nothing, they didn't scratch the paint, didn't dent the metal; However it brought a smile to Bee's face when he saw the disappointed face of his master. It was oddly satisfying to be half hardly thrown into the metal kennel.

Bee would get his freedom. He would fight and steal for it. Maybe even kill, but that would happen much later.

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