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[awkward-bob-reynolds]

A little blurb of a one shot I’m working on.

The main focus is Boblena but here are some GhostWalker crumbs.

[raccoon-bubbles-killer]

HOME AT LAST

CH3 of COMING HOME

ch 3/10 — 5.020626

Years after running away from home, Percy Jackson returns to Gotham, or well, Blüdhaven, after much convincing from his boyfriend. hopefully he'll catch Dick in a good mood. — Dick Grayson is pretty sure he's hallucinating when his missing-supposedly-in-a-cult younger brother comes knocking after years of no contact. it wouldn't even be the first time he sees things, and the concussion from last night's patrol is definitely not helping him differentiate reality from fantasy. he's probably hallucinating. that would explain the frankly ridiculously massive dog sitting on his doormat. — or; Percy ran away from home after Bruce thoroughly failed to properly manage his grief over Jason (Todd)'s death. over five years later, (Jason) Grace convinces his boyfriend to give reconciliation a try, even if it's just to tie up loose ends.

Turns out reunions are bit more complicated than shoving the two concerned parties in a room together.

"incoming. keep B and Jay out of the house. further planning after first contact. act HUMAN."

Tim Drake was going to murder Dick. He had it all planned out to the last detail, and it would be grandiose. No one would find the body because there simply wouldn't be a body left to find. It would teach him to send cryptic ass messages with no context. He wasn't even answering his phone anymore! He just sent a metaphorical bomb in the group chat and turned off his phone, refusing to elaborate on the frankly alarming message. What did it mean? Why those words, in that order, at that moment? And what the hell is 'act human' even supposed to mean?

Did he manage to knock his head on something again, so soon after his concussion? It would make sense. It would make a lot of sense actually. It was also the kind of thing he would manage to do; overexertion ran in this family like a plague. Wasn't he still recovering from that, too? Tim might just tie him to a bed in the manor, screw Alfred's order of rest and relaxing environments. If he couldn't sit still, Tim would do it for him.

The manor was relatively empty already when Dick's message came through; all of them were spent from the last few days of tireless work, and the tension that weighed over the estate was almost unlivable. Too many things were happening all at once; Bruce was — as per usual — failing to communicate in a healthy way, Jason was on the brink of throwing all the progress they made in mending their relationships out of the window, and Dick was supposed to be resting after his most recent bout of head trauma, rendering him unable to play buffer.

And of course, just add oil to the fire, their rogues were playing hard to get after their latest breakout.

Most of everyone had, reasonably so, fled the premises soon after Dick got benched and ferried back to Blüd. Steph and Cass had improvised themselves a sleepover, Jason had retreated to whatever safe-house he was living out of lately, and what was left of their Gotham-based allies were avoiding the Cave like their life depended on it.

That left Tim himself, who was practically immune to Bruce's specific brand of bullshit and worked around their absolute dumpster fire of a family like it was an everyday occurence; Damian, who predictably took to the toxic work environment like a fish to water — Tim wasn't going to be the one to snitch on him and his nightly escapades to the Bowery; the kid, as irritating as he was, deserved those breaks — and Duke, who was blessedly unbothered by all the infighting.

Tim was pretty sure he heard Duke make a joke about it the other day. He chose to believe it was a sleep deprivation induced hallucination, for his own peace of mind.

Alfred didn't count; after so many years, the old man was pretty much part of the furniture and had made no move whatsoever to diffuse the situation.

Thankfully though, Bruce was momentarily out of town to attend a Justice League meeting — or was it an appointment with a Wayne Enterprise investor? They so often overlapped or were used interchangeably, Tim couldn't tell from the top of his head which one it was — and thus couldn't put his foot in his mouth and worsen the situation through sheer cluelessness. The man may be a genius, but that intellect certainly didn't extend to interpersonal relationships.

All of that to say that the "conditions" listed in Dick's message were already met, leaving Tim with nothing better to do than to spiral over the eldest's half-assed cryptic text.

He had nothing to go off from, and not for lack of trying; he had checked —once, twice, thrice, and been locked out of the system by an overworked Oracle — whether any of his trackers, civilian or otherwise, were on the move and got not results. His patrol car was still in its designated parking spot, his civilian bike hadn't moved an inch, and Nightwing's was still in its hiding place.

Nightwing's costume hadn't been taken out of its cache since Dick got benched, and the secondary weapon storage that he naively believed no one knew about had gone undisturbed.

There was nothing to refer to that Tim could use to confirm Dick's intentions beside his original ominous announcement and the updated ETA he must have sent as he was exiting Blüdhaven. There were no further explanation, no GPS activity, no nothing.

Tim was going to give him a piece of his mind when he finally showed his face if it was the last thing he did.

Tim was pacing trenches in the manor's entrance when he heard the long awaited knock on the front door. He jumped to open it, almost slamming it into the wall with his furious enthusiasm.

"You—!"

Dick wasn't alone on the porch.

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[bat-in-the-machine]

Miraculous World Tour: Gotham

After Gabriel Agreste makes his wish and the new world begins, Marinette takes some time away from Paris while repairing the Miraculous that he had stolen as Monarch to joing Jagged on a world tour honoring the superheroes of each stop along the tour. Unfortunately, once the European leg of the tour is done, the first stop in the US leg is Gotham, New Jersey.

Surely, nothing will go wrong in such a notable place.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I know, I know, this is not one of my already existing Owl House fics. Writer's block and a fickle muse have made those harder to focus on, so here, have my new fixation: Maribat.

As usual, preview beneath the cut!

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Oswald "The Penguin" Cobblepot did not think of himself as a supervillain. He thought of himself as more of a businessman with flexible morals. The GCPD considers him an organized crime boss. His "employees," on the other hand...

"Will one of you... FUCKING IDIOTS please tell me what in the hell this is?!"

"The shipment?"

Penguin rounded on the unfortunate henchman who'd answered.

"The shipment," he seethed. "Tell me..."

"Frankie," the henchman offered.

"Frankie," Penguin said. "Can you please tell me..." He opened the back of the semi trailer, exposing its contents. "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A TRUCKLOAD OF TOP-OF-THE-LINE LASER-GUIDED SURFACE-TO-AIR MISSILES TO YOU?!"

"No, Mister Cobblepot."

"Would you mind telling me what in the hell you expect me to do with a truckload of SUPERHERO COSPLAY?!?"

"Uhhhhhhhh..." Frankie could see his life flashing before his eyes.

"It's really good stuff, tho," another unfortunate henchman opined. "Like, real 'hot cooter' stuff."

"I don't give a rat's ass how good it bloody is!" There was a pause. "Wait, are you attempting to say haute couture?"

[legionworldproject]

Quinn was pressing his hands against the thick, slightly warn text book and leaning close to it. He looked like he was either really into what he was reading or regreting his choice of reading locations. His brown eyes were narrowed in thought and he was mouthing the words on the page. Kara was tempted not to bug him but she hadn't expected running into him here. Shouldn't he be back at the rally? "Doing some late night studying," Kara asked, pushing her glasses up as she leaned down to look at his book. Quinn turned towards her, just as she caught sight of what he was reading. "Quantum Mechanics?" "Light reading at its finest," Quinn replied, smiling at her. He had a good smile, he didn't show too much teeth or gums and it lit up his eyes. "Glad you could make it to the rally." "I thought you would be over there with your team. Aren't you the assistant coach?" Quinn shrugged, standing up to stretch. "They don't need me around once the partying starts. I'm... what did Rick call me? Oh yes, wet blanket. Why aren't you there. You look like the partying type." "Eh, no point when you can't get drunk." The look of surprise on Quinn's face was priceless. "I can't drink. Messes with me too much." "I don't like the effect it has on my mind," Quinn said, leaning over and picking up the book on Quantum Mechanics. When he was standing straight again he turned towards her. "Have you been to the little coffee shop on campus yet? They have this amazing peppermint frappe you should try. You seem like a sweets person." Kara couldn't hid her surprise. "Second meeting and you are already asking me on a date?" "Coffee date. And it doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. I just want some coffee and someone new to talk to." He shrugged, beginning to turn away. "I'll come along, for the coffee." "So..." As they began to walk away from the field Quinn smiled. "How have you enjoyed your first day?"

[sapphiraskwigelf-blog]

sample of fanfic i am writing

Toki grunted as he stuck his tongue out concentrating on his video game he was playing. It was late at night the only light in his room, coming from the game on his TV.

   “Ugh stupids games..” he grunted as he watched his character get assassinated from behind thus tossing the controller on the bed beside him. He then looked around his dimly TV lit room and sighed it was so quite, so lonely.He then rested his head against the wall before he got s idea.

“ I cans texts Skwisgaars and see if he ams still ups “ Toki said to himself  aloud as he reached for his cell phone, on his nightstand table beside his bed. Once he had it in his heads did he once again stick his tongue out  in concentration and text the Swede.

Skwisgaar groned once he eared the beeping of his phone

“ Ughs goods gods, who ams textings me this lates at nights..” he said tiredly as he rolled over grabbing his cell and checking it. He then made a annoyed faical expression once he noticed it was toki texting him

Heys skiwsgaars, ams you ups, I ams lonely and woundering if you wanteds to hangs out maybes plays x box ors somethings Tokis text said. Skwisgaar sighed texting back

I ams ups NOW. He texted back, Sures mights as wells since I ams wides awakes nows..

Once Toki got his text he almost jumped on his bed in joy, SKwisgaar was actually going to spend time with him.