#huh the end of that was fairly... anticlimactic

[cinnamonanddean]

Right I predict Descent is going to need to be done live:

Dang are we killing Lionel right in the cold open??

Oh wow, so Lionel was in Smallville on purpose? That's wild. And he brought Lex. Father of the Year.

God, I hate Lionel so much, but I'll give him credit: he's spinning this really well

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Rot in piss, old man.

Oooh on the stairs, that's nasty. Splat.

Hey that's the lady from the episode with the strippers

Oooh Clark keeping pace with him, suspicious baby

Is this chick supposed to be Mercy?? She just shows up as Assistant

Oh no, Gina. Hmm I think her lifespan has just dramatically shortened.

Oh honey, you weren't made for patricide. You care too much, even now.

Ah I see we're going to have to use the CSI "enhance!" tactic on this photo. Because that's how it works.

OH SHIT GIRL BE CAREFUL

Gina, you're being waaaay too touchy for someone who only just got a nametag

Uh ohhhhhh

"he's our friend" 🥺

Clark, how DARE you try and put the burden of parental love on Lex. That's fucked up.

What a garbage friend you are, Clark Kent.

Who's the guy??

Jesus Christ, he killed his baby self in a fireplace. Dark.

Lionel doesn't deserve anythiiiiing, I hope he's roasting on a spit.

"how can a son murder his own father" "total absence of love" WHERE DO YOU THINK THAT COMES FROM FOLKS?? Lex didn't get that way on his own!

Sweetie did you have to drop the dirt like you were dropping a mic??

[buckyegans]

“This is unfair!” You exclaimed, holding the loaded Nerf gun to your chest. This game was getting…intense to say the least. At this point, it had been normal for the Wayne children to preoccupy themselves on off-days with fairly immature activities. For example, a few weeks ago it was hide and seek (Damian won) then assassin (Damian won, again!). Now, it was Duke’s bright idea to purchase far too many Nerf guns while Bruce was away at a confrence for the day. Alfred? He was probably hiding away due to all the ruckus occuring in the once neat and tidy rooms of Wayne Manor. The game had been a steady chaotic climb from the moment Dick had declared the start: there was scrambling and running, the constant click of plastic as you all sprinted to hide and ready.

Alfred hated to admit that this was, in all honesty, a good training exercise. It had been all game at first—then, as Jason would say, shit got real. You realised that when you ducked behind the sofa to hide from Jason himself, who was silent despite the click of his guns. There was no outs of this game—if you got hit? Suck it up. Out of ammo? Find some more. It was do or die in this moment—and you? You needed to find a way to get to the staircase without Jason either seeing you or hitting you. In mention of a real scenario like this—there was only room for a handful of risks. Treating the little metal darts like lead bullets—you needed to make it safe and get into the clear.

“Why is it unfair?” Jason yelled.

“I don’t know—you’re like, a killshot!” You exclaimed as if it were the obvious (it was), stuffing darts into your Nerf gun. You knew from where you sat, Jason was in the heap of cushions and pillows. “Okay, and? Roy Harper taught you how to shoot—I don’t wanna hear it from you, dude!” Jason yelled back. You huffed, composing yourself and turned to look around the corner of the couch to assess the situation. Jason was looking down at his gun, reloading it. Just as you had guessed, your brother was stomach down on the cushions, socked feet hanging in the air as if he weren’t shooting at you. Jason looked up, locking eyes with you.

A grin flashed on his face and he aimed at you. You were quick to duck, scrambling back to your base at the couch. He snickered loudly. You looked around you for something—you were resourceful, everyone in the family knew that. So, you needed to use your resources. You looked to the kitchen before looking at the dining room table just some ways away from you. A ceramic bowl had tipped over earlier, its contents spilled onto the floor when Damian had used all his force to shove Dick out of his way when the game had started. Dick didn’t fall, but had lost his balance on the slick wood floor. Aha! You smiled widely, looking at the apple just out of arms reach. It’s not like you’d never thrown an apple at one of your siblings heads—because you had. So, why not once more for the sake of your hypothetical safety?

You stretched your arm and reached for it, fingertips barely touching the fruit. Jason was still firing over your head occasionally. Just as you grasped the apple, the staircase to your left filled with noise. There was half-assed yelling, and the familiar cackle from Steph. “How dare you point that feeble weapon at me, Timothy!” Stephanie yelled, accompanied by the sound of dragging. You and Jason both perked up, watching as Steph drug Tim on a cushion towards the staircase landing. There was more cushioning at the end of the plush stairs due to Dick setting a few ground safety rules. Tim held onto the cushion he was on loosely—looking a little bored. Steph stopped dragging him once she stood at the top of the stairs. “Look at me! I want to watch as you fall!” She yelled.

Tim looked up slowly. Steph’s foot met the edge of the cushion. “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father—prepare to die!” Stephanie yelled, quoting the Princess Bride before shoving the cushion down the stairs. It had been an anticlimactic fall—well, more so a slide down the stairs. But, it gave you the chance to launch the apple towards Jason. It missed his head, hitting his shoulder. You stood with the Nerf bow in hand—eyes wide in a maniac sort of state. “GRENADE!” You yelled.

Stephanie came barreling into the room, making explosions sounds and shooting at Jason as she followed after you. You ditched your previous plan of the staircase due to Tim laying there—probably planning to sleep there until the game’s end, instead you opted to dip into the storage closet. You held your weapon close to yourself as you reached for the light. Once your fingers met it, switching it on, you jumped in surprise at the figure opposite of you. Sitting atop the shelves, knees close to his chest, Dick sat with his gun aimed at you.

“Funny seeing you here. Cass, lock the door.”

Cass slipped from underneath the shelves beside you and locked the door behind you. “Duke, reveal yourself.” Dick ordered after the door was locked. Out of the shadows of the room, Duke stepped into the dim light. “You got away from Jaybird, huh? You must have guts.” Dick said, dropping down from the shelf. You looked at him suspiciously. “I used my resources. Steph caused a scene so I threw a grenade at him.” You informed to your oldest brother. Dick dropped the act for a moment.

“A grenade?”

“An apple.”

“Oh. Anyways, I think you would be a good ally to my team.”

You pursed your lips. “What’s in it for me, Grayson?” You questioned.

Dick thought for a moment. “The bounty on Jason’s head is yours.”

This had turned from training to Star Wars very quickly. “Deal.” You said, holding your hand out. Dick shook it. “Let’s go take him out.” You said.

[ryttu3k]

Already finished Coteries of New York, so on to Shadows of New York! I’ve seen the first bit in an LP, at least, but the bulk of the story will be new. This will have two playthroughs, one for each ending, since at least it has them XD First up - the ‘good’ ending!

Oh dang I like the music.

Julia is a bit on the edgy/cynical side XD

Yeah, she’s got a shit deal :-\ And what’s worse is that it’s all planned out.

Interesting note - at Lodestar, there were shadowy figures in the background, but you could rationalise it as people on the other side of the windows. On the train, you only see the shadowy features, and it’s otherwise empty, so no obvious figures casting them...

I guess if you choose the ‘don’t shoot’ option, Julia gets drained and it’s an early game over?

God that Embrace scene is intense. I got goosebumps!

Spirits, huh? Oh yeah, Obtenebration became Oblivion and is now connected with necromancy, IIRC?

I’m glad she had a good few nights XD;;

Valerie Duval, she was... the scourge in CoNY hunting down the Red Hook killer?

Nice to meet you, ‘Katherine Wiese’ XD

Cool ponytail, Qadir! I really dig the relationship between him and Julia, it’s fun. ‘sup Aisling, how’s Agathon? A blood hunt, really? Y O U. Okay yeah probably better for Julia’s long-term survival for Arturo to ignore her XD;; Samira’s so pretty. Ooh this guy is Hope’s sire, yeah?

“You wanted to hear about which member of New York City's Camarilla I dislike the most?"

"Yes?"

"Too bad. They're all my dear colleagues, and I deeply respect every single one of them."

"Sure you do. Wouldn't want to blurt out something that could lock you out of Mr Vanderweyden's legal services, would you, you ass-kisser?"

"I do expect to find myself in need of a good defense attorney when my broke, incompetent, and foul-mouthed assistant finally pushes me over the edge."

THEMST.

Benoit hi!! “Got any news about Sophie Langley?” *sharp intake of breath* Benoit backstory, that’s rad. I wonder if it’ll be uncovered in-game? Like we know Arturo is still around, Panhard is still around. Presumably Adelaide Davis is still around. Callihan... well, I know what happens to him. I think Torque ditches the scene before Sophie dies?

Father Leonard seems like a good sort. I wonder what his deal is?

Dakota is adorable. I’m going to do the ‘good’ end first even though I know it’ll make me feel horrible, but dangit, the ‘bad’ end is totally going to be my canon.

...Vin Diesel? XD

DING DONG THE DOUCHE IS DEAD. ...Deader than usual, I mean.

jfc Panhard that is pretentious as hell. Both the party description and the costume, actually XD Qadir’s mask is kind of funky. Oh my god Arturo you are a Toreador is that the best you can come up with?! Nice horns, Aisling.

...Thought, given their clans, Samira/Aisling could be interesting as hell.

Man, Arturo and Panhard must be pissed off XD Unless they’ve already picked their replacement stooge?

And here’s where the plot starts! Hey, isn’t that the priest’s house? Ohh, they’re meant to be meeting with Mia. I guess they’re just reusing assets.

“It’s a list of four names. ‘D’Angelo. Hope. Agathon. Tamika.’“ *SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH* Okay, that could be the list Sophie gave the fledgling. Which one did Callihan get it from?

Oh criminy Dakota don’t tell me you’re into that Q-Anon shit XD;; Ooh okay that makes more sense. Neat.

Ahhh man I was hoping to get a lead and instead Julia has to punish this poor fuck XD;; Yeesh. Okay, Bunny as a Reporter it is, then.

Almost run over by a limo, huh? *chinstroke*

Oooh this is the lead to Hope! Yeah, I’d say she has a connection with a Montgomery XD Wonder if she did end up eating her? Huh, contact used LeakyGutSyndrome... didn’t Hope end up having to retire that one, or was it the other one? Let’s just... Dominate this guy. Sorry dude it’s for your own good.

Agathon’s missing? :( Damn, he’s like one of the only decent Tremere. Oho, a diary! Oh sweetheart :( Oh, Silvia died :( Damn, interesting past, though... and a reference to CoNY again.

Fucking shadows, I literally glanced over my shoulder.

S C H E M E S. And yeah, looks like I’m on my way to the ‘good’ end :-\

Oh shit, Adelaide or.... whatshisname, Kaiser’s dude? Oooh man who to meet first... Kaiser’s dude. Oh. That was a bit anticlimactic XD

On to see Hope at Double Spiral. I think this is one of those choices that leads to one of the endings, so what’s more ruthless and Camarilla... busting in it is.

Nastya isn’t having a good night, is she XD;; Also Hope’s suit is badass.

...huh. Sounds like she’s actually managed to get shit sorted decently XD

Interesting... the coterie members were a list of heroes for hire that multiple people had, including Sophie. Well, that widens the scope a bit! Anonymous information broker, shall I assume that’s Kaiser? OH. No, it’s her sire!

“The story going around is, he left me alone and I hate his guts. Well, at least half of that is true.” Which half, though...

Aww man I wish I had saved some of those websites! I miss SciFiVine...

You know, I’m not 100% sure Carter’s the murderer (my main suspect is Arturo at this point tbh) but damn, the bit about Stern’s show kinda makes me want to slap him anyway XD;;

Queer Catholic blues, huh :-\

“Haven’t you noticed what’s going on in the news? People are going absolutely insane about this virus, cancelling trips and orders and --” Ahh. We’re in that 2020 XD;;

Okay the scene with the kid meeting his girlfriend was cute but then spooky time?? jfc was that the Abyss?!

Ooooh did she just find Tamika solely by accident? Thanks, Abyss XD I love how Julia’s first response is ‘shit, she’s hot’. And she took out a whole SI squad herself? Nice. Calebros mention! Huh, so the SI are maintaining the status quo... they became an issue because the Camarilla tried to sic them on the Anarchs and Sabbat and it backfired, maybe it actually succeeded here?

Ooh, a history with Torque. Neat. Also not sure with the art, but are those tattoos on Tamika’s arm, or fur? I mean, Gangrel beast marks and all.

Sorry Torque I’m just trying to get the ‘good’ end :(

Mention of the fledgling! Officially ‘disappeared’, that leaves it fairly ambiguous at this point.

Oof. The Circulatory System are... not cool. And yeah Julia’s just been called tf out, I do look forward to this scene in the ‘bad’ end XD;;

COVID strikes back. The Big Beat Burger is closed :( Charlie is sweet, at least! I hope his mom is okay.

Well that rat bit was weird. Hi D’Angelo! Oh my god blood doll rats? Drunk blood doll rats?! Still a damn good detective, though, that’s good shit. On to Kaiser and some answers! ...Yeah, okay, he’s a prime suspect too.

Kaiser, you are a deeply unpleasant person :-\

...good to know pepper spray still works. And, uh, probably satisfying to beat him up XD;; And yeah, there’s the last choice for the ‘good’ ending. Sorry dude.

...huh. Okay, I was at least partially right XD;; Oh Qadir, not you too :-\

Well that’s a bit... weird of Dakota, yes.

lmao oh Benoit you absolute mess. Religion as A E S T H E T I C XD I have a theory he’s from Michael’s line and I also quite sincerely believe that Michael would take one look at him and bitchslap him into the next millennium. He’s a Path follower, isn’t he?

Father Leonard is okay. I wonder who the ‘friend’ is?

This is very Agatha Christie, revealing the killer in the midst, except I have the horrible feeling Qadir’s going to go with ‘it was suicide’ and not ‘it was everyone’.

Denouement! Before it ends, Julia’s traits:

Loyal only to myself

Glass half-empty

A little abuse of power never hurt nobody

You can’t be a writer and not lie

The ends justify the means (duh)

Honestly she may have just blackmailed her way into power, set up Carter to take the fall, and sent poor Dakota to final death, but the drama was impeccable XD Good luck not ending up in the Abyss, Julia!

[sholiofic]

If you think I am going to pass up a fic fall for Iron Fist prompts, you are WRONG. Can I suggest a prompt where Danny and Matt are basically ninja bros and Ward and Foggy are being badass support team bros trying to be serious while their ninja counterparts are trying their best not to break things and failing miserably?

It's Chinatown on the edge of Little Italy, it's 3 a.m., and Foggy is at the back door of a restaurant carrying a bag with a change of clothes for Matt when he almost runs into someone similarly skulking around.

"Franklin Nelson?" the shadowy figure whispers, and Foggy drops out of the half-assed self-defense stance he'd tried to fall into (Matt's been trying to teach him a few things; he's afraid all he's ended up with is more of a desperate urge to cover his vital areas with both hands). He takes a closer look and realizes that despite the hood pulled up over the newcomer's head, he knows this guy; he's certainly seen him on TV enough.

"Ward Meachum?" he says in disbelief, and goes through a brief mental flowchart of possible reasons why one of New York's corporate elite 1%-ers is hanging around a delivery door in the middle of the night wearing a dark hoodie and carrying a duffel. ("Buying drugs" is at the top of the list.) Then, as Foggy bends down nervously to pick up the backpack he dropped while trying to remember the various self-defense poses Matt tried to teach him, he figures it out.

... because right, Ward is Danny's brother; Foggy sort of knew that, and he's even met Ward a couple of times at Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz corporate functions now that the firm is representing the Rand Corp. They just never really talked, and he kinda never put two and two together until now. Actually, he wasn't ever sure if Ward knew what Danny got up to, and it wasn't like he was going to ask.

"I'd ask what you're doing here," Ward whispers in a tone so dry it could strip paint. "Except it's fairly obvious."

"Yeah. Same." Foggy takes in Ward's skulking-around outfit, a dark charcoal-colored hoodie and black jeans. It's annoyingly stylish. Foggy, on the other hand, is wearing a ragged Columbia University hoodie and a Yankees cap, and he can't believe this guy is making him feel dressed down when they're both dressed like teenagers trying to avoid their parents while sneaking out after curfew.

Ward clears his throat, and Foggy realizes all of a sudden that Ward looks even more nervous, embarrassed, and out of place than Foggy feels. "So, are you going in, or --"

"Right. Yeah." Foggy reaches for the door and punches in the code on the keypad that Matt gave him. The door whirrs and unlocks, and as Foggy holds it open, he adds, "I go by Foggy, by the way. Franklin's just the name on the door of my office."

Ward grunts, and Foggy lets the door fall shut behind them. They're in the sort of hallway where (in Foggy's experience) ninjas or drug dealers tend to attack you, lit only by the faint flickering of a dying fluorescent bulb. Can Matt pick 'em or can he pick 'em, Foggy thinks, noticing that Ward looks nervous too, as the two of them head up the stairs into the restaurant's back room.

"You're an idiot," Ward says, and throws the duffel at Danny, whose clothes have been ripped to rags and look like they might have been partly burnt at some point. At least he's not covered in blood the way Matt is.

"Hi, Foggy," Matt says from the sagging couch opposite Danny, before Foggy has a chance to say anything. "Thanks."

"Yeah, well." Foggy passes him the backpack, and Matt starts pulling items out of it. "I brought some basic first-aid stuff, but do you, uh -- need a hospital? Or Claire?"

"No, I'm okay. Danny healed me."

"Goddammit it." Ward is sitting on the arm of Danny's couch. "I hate living a life where people just say things like that."

"Oh hey, I'm Danny, by the way," Danny says to Foggy, sounding exhausted but cheerful. "I think we've met, maybe?"

"Yeah, a couple of times." One of which was at the 29th Precinct after Midland Circle, a time in his life that Foggy has no intention of thinking about ever again.

"And you're Daredevil, I'm guessing," Ward says to Matt, while leaning down to give Danny a hand getting into a T-shirt from the duffel of clean clothes.

"Danny," Matt says, as ominously as he can when he's half naked, covered in blood, and has a sweatshirt halfway over his head.

"You were dead at the time! I had to tell a few people why I was out half the night and kept coming back covered in bruises -- ow, Ward --"

Foggy turns away; thinking about that year ties his stomach into knots.

"Foggy," Matt says quietly, and he still forgets, he always forgets the way that Matt can read position and heartbeat and, God only knows, skin temperature and whatever else to figure out people's emotional state. It's really not fair, and he thinks that if Matt apologizes to him, Foggy really might punch him. But instead, all Matt says is, "Thanks, man."

"Yeah, I love coming out three hours before I have to get up just to bring you pants," Foggy says, and Matt grins, and they're going to be okay; they're getting there.

"So did anyone but me bring a car?" Ward asks from the arm of Danny's couch. "Okay, yeah. That's what I thought."

And so they end up in Ward's car. Foggy is expecting a Bugatti or something, and it's a little bit anticlimactic when it's a pretty ordinary-ish Lexus -- a nice Lexus, but not like a "I had to sell my private island to pay for this car" kind of car. Foggy deposits Matt in the backseat, and Ward is handling Danny, whose legs don't quite seem to be working right. Ward stuffs him into the backseat with Matt, and Foggy claims shotgun.

"Ordinary night?" Foggy says to Ward, who rolls his eyes and gives a halfway grin, and huh, just like that, Foggy is apparently now on a friendly terms with not just one but two billionaires (although one is Danny and therefore doesn't really count). It's a weird frikking world.

[itispossibleihaveissues]

Another Perfect Catastrophe -8

AUTHOR: Mikimoo PAIRING: JayDick RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Non Consensual drug use, Non Consensual touching, Non Consensual kissing, humour, slight mayhem

SUMMARY: Dick goes undercover as himself in order to catch a gang of international thieves. Jason reluctantly tags along as his long suffering bodyguard. During the ensuing mayhem they get to know each other again and build a few bridges.

Thank you to burkesl17 for the beta!

Notes: An embarrassingly long time ago, the amazing and very, very talented Pentapus invited me to do a reverse bang style exchange, and drew me an amazing prompt. I have no idea how this story was the one that emerged from the many options I had, but such is the creative process I guess! Anyhoo, many thanks to Pentapus for both encouragement and patience, and of course the incredible art! (which will be included at the end of the appropriate chapter)

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 4 5 6 7

GO HERE FOR THE AMAZING ART BY THE AWESOME PENTAPUS!

When Jason next woke, Dick was staring at him from inches away.

“Oh my God, Jason. I'm so sorry!” he said. He was flushed, at first Jason thought he was sick or upset but as he blinked the sleep away he recognised the expression on his face: Acute embarrassment.

“Why, what ya do?” Jason asked, his voice still croaky from slumber.

“I'm not entirely sure, but I’m fairly sure I remember molesting you at some point. It's not super clear.” Dick squinted and scrunched up his nose, trying to force his memory to work through the effects of the drugs.

Jason could only remember snatches of his own experience, strange sense memory of being in the water, and of heat and cold sending shivers over his skin. “Yeah?” he asked, “I was off my face, don't really remember much.”

“I started to come down from it in the water, I guess I got dosed before you so it wore off quicker. So I remember bits of it. I think I was trying to do a recall when we hit land, but got stuck on the part where I was molesting you and wanting to...” he cut himself off. “Well anyway, I remember bits, but it's fuzzy. First thing I recall after telling you to put your jacket on and you having a sulk...”

“Hey!”

“...was being in the sea and um, making out with you, I think.” He looked so embarrassed and guilty, it was ridiculously charming. Jason felt he needed to actually remember what happened, because not remembering making out with Dick was so deeply unfair.

But he couldn't. Nothing much past snapping Garners neck and running... somewhere. Then it was just flashes of being in the water.

“Anyway,” Dick said, sitting up against the headboard. “Sorry about that, even if you don't remember, it was still out of order.”

“Forget it, we were on drugs. For all we know it might have been me who started it.”

“I doubt that.”

Why? Jason wanted desperately to ask, but held back. Now probably wasn't the time to act like a dumb teenager with a crush.

“So,” Dick continued. “What now? Tim sorted things for us?”

“Yeah.” Jason gave him a rundown of events as he knew them, leaving out Dick being molested by Garner and the bastard’s death at Jason's hands. Why borrow trouble, after all?

“So, we're in the clear?” Dick rubbed at his bruised face. “Kind of anticlimactic not being able to wrap it up ourselves.”

“I'm just happy it’s done. I don't want to see their stupid faces again. This whole thing was an embarrassment and a fucking ridiculous ordeal.”

Dick smirked. “Agreed.”

“So, the question remains, what now?”

“We wait for Tim to sort out our documents I guess.” Dick looked at Jason, a small smile tugging at his mouth – and Jason had a sudden flash of memory – the heat of his skin and pulling at that plump lower lip with his teeth. Huh, so they did make out. Or at least his brain seemed to think so.

He was so busy trying to dredge up more hot images he didn't even flinch when Dick reached out to his hair and tugged on it.

“Your hair is amazing this morning, Jay,” he said, some sort of barely restrained glee in his voice.

Seeing as this statement was coming from someone whose own hair was sticking up into a giant quiff of sea salt and tangles, that did not bode well. Jason reached a hand up to find his own unruly mop had become big, slightly crunchy feeling curls. The copious amounts of product he used in it to restrain it had stood no chance against the sea. He hoped Tim had sent hair gel as well as some pants. He wouldn't though, because he was a bastard.

“Shower for me, I think.” He heaved himself up out of the bed. His t-shirt and shorts had that same, sandy, salty feel to them, like they were slightly crusted to his skin. He stripped his shirt off and half the beach fell out as he tossed it on the chair. As he moved towards to bathroom, he could swear he could feel Dick's eyes on his back.

 His hair had looked as bad as it had felt, and it took Jason an annoyingly long time to deal with it. Luckily, while he had been trying to restore order to himself in the bathroom, Dick had been busy. He had called down to reception and ordered fresh coffee and some sandwiches to tide them over until dinner. Thankfully Tim had also put his superior online shopping skills to good use and ordered them essentials like toothbrushes and clothes. No hair products though. 

Brushing his teeth was wonderful, but not as wonderful as the sandwiches, Jason couldn't even remember the last time had eaten, he had missed dinner last night before and before that it had just been a couple of candy bars in the car on the way up. And now he was mostly recovered from his hangover he was ravenous, and he wolfed down four sandwiches, hardly even bothering to chew.

 Dick came out of the bathroom with his hair dripping water down his bare chest, Jason tried to tear his gaze away but somehow it got caught on the scar that ran through his nipple. He stared, then scowled when he remembered Garner's fingers tracing the path of the blade.

“Um, Jason?” Dick looked bemused, one eyebrow raised into his damp hair. “Are you okay?”

Jason tugged his eyes up and felt himself flush slightly. “Yeah, why shouldn't I be?” he said defensively.

“Because you were looking at me like you wanted to eat me, and then a second later like you wanted to murder me and bury me under the floor,” Dick said, annoyingly direct.

“I was just looking at that scar.” He pointed. “How'd you get it?”

Dick didn't look at all convinced but he hopped back on the bed, pushing himself up to the headboard and dripping on the pillows. “Gang-banger got me with a kitchen knife.”

“Your suit is thin enough that a kitchen knife will slice through it? Priorities, Dick.” 

Dick laughed. “Nah, it was a day job thing. My uniform is hardly knife proof.”

Jason grunted, irrationally angry at Dick being hurt in such a dumb-ass, preventable way.

“You're making the same face Bruce makes every time he remembers I'm a cop. It's not a great look on you, I gotta say.”

“I just think you getting stabbed to death for the sake of the illustrious Bludhaven police force is fucking stupid.”

“I'm not going to get stabbed to death, Jason. I'm perfectly capable of doing my job.”

“Yeah, but it’s a shitty job and doing it well might still get you killed.”

“I'm not a fan of this weird protective, judgey crap you've got going on – I liked it better when you were looking at me like I was a tasty snack.” Dick looked momentarily pained, and made another of those guilty faces. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. Again.”

“I don't mind,” Jason admitted, he kind of liked the possibilities this conversation seemed to be opening up.

“You don't mind inappropriate flirting?”

Jason shrugged, “I'm enjoying all the traumatized expressions you're making.”

Dick made another face at him, and Jason smothered a smile. “You weren't making them before, when we were practically humping for the cameras,” he said.

“That was work.”

“And the drugged up times weren't? Because they kind of were, in a way.”

Dick looked uncomfortable, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “Yeah, but it’s different. Now it's kind of stuck in my mind.”

“Was it hot? Because I don't remember,” Jason lied. “Seems a shame that only one of us recalls it.” As come-on’s went, it wasn't that subtle, but at the same time, it was guarded enough it could be completely ignored without too much damage being done to their tenuous friendship.

Dick gave him a measuring look from beneath his bangs and Jason wondered if he was pushing his luck. Dick seemed pensive, but at the same time he could have easily laughed it off or shot Jason down. And he hadn't.

“It was pretty hot,” he said at last. “At least I think it was, it's a bit fuzzy. It seems a shame not to remember properly.”

And that was all the permission Jason needed. It was all very well beating around the bush, but that was valuable time wasted that could be better spent making out. So he leaned forward, grabbed Dick by the ear and pulled him in for a kiss.

Once the first move had been made, Dick didn't waste any more time and after the first press of lips his tongue was suddenly in Jason's mouth and his hands were clutching at Jason's shoulders, trying to push him down, trying to dominate. So Jason rolled them, pinning Dick beneath him without stopping the kiss. He felt Dick's lips curve up into a grin and then he was on his back in turn. And then it was on.

Because they were two of the most stubborn and competitive people ever, they stopped kissing in favour of wrestling, Jason had size and strength on his side, but Dick was flexible and ruthless. He cheated too; when Jason finally pinned him, Dick wiggled and squirmed grinding his body up into Jason's until he couldn't even see straight any more, then when he loosened his grip to chase the amazing friction, Dick worked an arm loose, stuck his fingers into Jason's ribs and tickled him. Jason shrieked in a way he would deny forever and fell off the bed, taking Dick down with him.

Dick landed on top of him again, but was overcome by breathless giggling.

“Dammit, Jay, I don't have the energy for this!” he said, panting like he had been fighting a horde of angry goons instead of being a dirty cheater.

Jason had to agree about the lack of energy and momently accepted being flat on his back. He was pretty sure he could still win from this position anyway, he wasn't above a bit of cheating himself. He reached up and smoothed his hands over Dick's lean, muscled back and down to his narrow waist, before edging lower to hold his ass. He couldn't quite reach and Dick shifted helpfully so he could get a better grip, then leaned down for another kiss.

“This is so wrong,” he said, against Jason's lips. He didn't sound worried, he sounded really turned on.

“Don't care.”

“Good.”

Jason grinned and pulled him further down, so they were flush against each other, then wrapped a leg around Dick's waist, lifting his hips to rub against him. He was gratified when Dick moaned, low in his throat.

“I don't suppose Tim sent rubbers in his care package, did he?” Dick asked, hopefully.

“You know he didn't. And I'm not sure it would be a good idea to ask the Hobson’s since we told them we're half brothers.”

“Not sure they entirely believed us, but you're probably right. So fucking's off the table. Want me to suck you?”

Just the words in Dick's mouth made Jason's cock throb in his boxers. “Has anyone ever said no to you making that kind of offer?”

“Haven't made that it often,” Dick said, shifting his hips distractingly.

“Really? How many guys?” Jason asked, it was irrational to feel glad it wasn't many and he knew it was kind of out of order, but the hot jealousy suddenly pooling in his stomach was hard to ignore.

“Just two.”

“Who?”

“None of your damn business, is who,” Dick said, mouthing his way down Jason's chest and tonguing at his nipple.

“Roy? Wally?”

Dick poked him, hard in the stomach. “Ruining the mood, Jay.”

“Sorry, just curious. Can't help picturing it, wanting it to be me,” Jason admitted.

“It can be, I've only been fucked by one guy – you can be the second.”

Jason groaned, grinding up and pulling Dick's face towards him for a kiss. “Only one person’s fucked you?” he asked. Even if they had to wait, he couldn't deny he was seriously turned on by the images their conversation was bringing up.

“Only one guy, couple of girls before that though.”

“They've fucked you?”

“Yeah, it was pretty awesome.”

“God, that's hot.” Jason rolled them over and mouthed at Dick's neck. “Tell me more,” he demanded.

Dick laughed, the sound rumbling against Jason's lips.

“First time was with Kory when I was seventeen. We were celebrating her birthday and I bought her some really tacky underwear.”

“Such a classy boy.”

“I was a horny one, that's for sure. So, when she decided she wanted me to wear them instead, I felt should agree – it was her celebration, after all.”

Jason was too far gone to even pretend to be ashamed by the noise he made at that image. “What colour were the panties?” he asked.

“Lacy purple satin. Anyway, one thing lead to another and I ended up bent over the bed with these panties on while she fucked my brains out with a strap-on.”

“Jesus,” Jason took a moment for that image to sink in before pulled Dick's shorts down and pumped his cock in his hand, spreading precome over the shaft. Dick groaned and wiggled beneath him and Jason struggled to tug his own boxers over his ass so he could rub against him, skin to skin. There was no way they were even going to get to sucking, they were too far gone.

“The best bit,” Dick said breathlessly, moving his hips to meet Jason's. “Was I could feel her breasts pushed against my back as she fucked into me,” Dick's voice was stilted and horse and his skin was flushed with arousal.

Jason sucked at the juncture of his neck and thrust harder against him, his hand working in time. “Keep talking, Dickie,” he muttered.

“She was so strong, she just held me down as she screwed me, and it was hard, I could feel it for days. But she was gentle too, with the things she said. God, it made me feel good.”

“You like rough sex and lots of praise, then? I'll remember that.” Jason shifted pushing down harder with his hips and loving the feeling of Dick's muscles tensing with how close he was.

“I would do pretty much anything to see you in a pair of frilly panties, Jay,” Dick said, his own hand joining Jason's to pump them together. “Red, of course.”

Jason was both a little shocked and a little embarrassed that the image of himself being fucked in the way Dick described was what sent him over the edge into orgasm.

 Dick was sprawled naked on the bed, talking on the phone when Jason came back into the room after a quick clean up in the bathroom. He waved and hung up as Jason hovered awkwardly by the table.

“So, we’re heading back to London by cab,” Dick said. He apparently didn't do post sex awkwardness and was openly leering at Jason's bare chest. “Then we have a room in another hotel for two nights while our papers get sorted, then we can fly home.”

“Two nights? It couldn't be quicker?”

“Well, it could, but I figured a couple of days to hangout before the family gets stuck into our business might be good? And as well as all the sex we are going to have – and I'm really counting on quite a lot of sex - we should have enough time to see some sights and visit a few places without having to be Richard Grayson and 'hunky but moody bodyguard'. I thought it would be fun.” 

“It will be. But ask before you make plans for me, I might have shit to do.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “What shit do you have to do? I just thought it would be nice, that's all.”

Jason flopped down on top of him and kissed away his scowl. “You drive me fucking crazy with your bossy bullshit,” he said. He suspected when they weren't screwing or sleeping they were going to be fighting. May as well get started now.

“I'm not bossy! You're bossy!” Dick was grinning at him, and Jason couldn't help but smile back.

“I foresee a lot of fist fights in our future,” he said

“Or we could just have lots of angry sex?” Dick asked, hopefully.

“Right then, angry sex and sightseeing. I like the way you think. At least, I like it when you're not being bossy.”

“I knew you would see it my way.” Dick smiled like the sun, and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, undoing all his hard work at flattening it to a manageable level.

Jason mock scowled at him. “I hate you. You're hot, but I hate you.”

“Feelings mutual, Jaybird,” Dick said, smugly.

 End

[maddie-grove]

The Stark Romance Saga--Book #3: A Fire in Winter

Previous Installments: Loved I Not Honor More (Book #1, Robb Stark/Jeyne Westerling), The Iron Scoundrel (Book #2, Theon Greyjoy/Asha “Not His Sister in This Universe” Harlaw), and Kissing the Kingslayer (Book #2.5, Catelyn Stark/Jaime Lannister).

The Style

Sweeping old-school Susannah Leigh or Jennifer Wilde, but less offensive.

The Leads

Jon Snow, 20 years old, rising star in the Night’s Watch and (HE THOUGHT!) Lord Ned Stark’s illegitimate son. Tries very hard to be good and never admit to himself that he wants anything that the Night’s Watch can’t give him. Secretly full of hurt feelings and pent-up sexual energy, but he’s hoping to wear himself out with fighting, ranging, and Wall-maintenance for the rest of his life so he’ll never have to deal with it. Has a bad-ass albino wolf-dog, Ghost.

Ygritte, 23 years old, a wildling spearwife who longs for unity among the Free Folk and an end to the Others. Fiercely proud and righteously angry with the “kneelers” who have trapped her and her people beyond the Wall. Otherwise has a friendly and mischievous nature. Fond of archery, music, and pretty lads. Quietly grieving for family and clan members lost to the Others. Will never admit that her loss and displacement has made her feel lonely.

The Prologue

The confrontation between Jon and Catelyn at Bran’s bedside, largely unchanged. Jon, half-determined to prove himself in the Night’s Watch and half-resentful that all the adults responsible for him agreed so swiftly that he should join, visits his comatose half-brother despite his reluctance to anger Catelyn. He says goodbye to Bran and tries to offer sympathy to Catelyn, only to be harshly rebuffed. (Catelyn probably just snaps at him to get out, as in the show, rather than offer up the book’s crueler, more deliberate “it should have been you.”) He also reflects on how much he’s going to miss his dad and siblings.

The Set-Up

Not that different from canon, except for the part where she dies. Jon, marginally wiser and older, is on a dangerous mission in the Skirling Pass with Qhorin Halfhand, grizzled old Night’s Watch veteran. Jon reflects a bit about how he came to this literal and metaphorical pass (basically, he learned not to be a thoughtless dick to his smallfolk peers, plus it turns out White Walkers are real). Then Ygritte and her raiding party descend upon Jon and Qhorin. Jon manages to capture her, but they have a Moment and he lets her go instead of killing her. Later, he and Qhorin are surrounded by the Free Folk (including Ygritte, who personally captures him right back).  As per the mission, Jon kills Qhorin and pretends to join the Free Folk. Despite their differences and the complicated situation, Jon and Ygritte find themselves liking each other. They’re sleeping under the same furs at night, and one thing leads to another. (The consent issues in the book might still fly in a romance novel today, but I found it unnecessarily unpleasant and complicated even in ASOIAF; didn’t Jon have enough painful issues around sex with the bastard stigma?) They keep on doing it, and the cave scene happens verbatim. 

Then comes the raid on the Gift, where the wildlings attack an old man and Jon, horrified, comes to his defense. Having blown his cover, he rides back to the wall, full of arrows and regret. Ygritte consequently realizes that Jon turned his cloak on her and vows to hate him forever.

And that’s when things get weird. 

The Middle 

After making it back to the Wall and recovering from his injuries, Jon finds himself in another pickle: some of the senior members of the Night’s Watch  want him executed for killing Qhorin and doin’ it with a wildling. Despite Maester Aemon’s arguments on his behalf, things aren’t looking too good for Jon...until he’s kidnapped and thrown on a ship in the dead of night by some mysterious Essosi dudes who turn out to be Unsullied. One of the Unsullied (a Common-Tongue-speaking fellow who named himself Drogon the Human after one of the instruments of his freedom) eventually explains that Jon is secretly the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. It turns out that Daenerys Targaryen left Slaver’s Bay in the hands of the former slaves (who are doing quite nicely, as they had a plan in place that only needed some judicious use of dragons to work) and sailed to her birthplace of Dragonstone, where her people discovered Rhaegar’s secret diary (sample passage: “I’m going to use dishonest means to get fifteen-year-old Lyanna Stark to run away and have PROPHECY BABIES with me!”). Now Daenerys wants an alliance between her forces and the North...and how better to do that than to marry the half-Northern, half-Targaryen Jon Snow?

Jon’s not so sure. He’s going through a crisis, feeling undermined in his Northern identity and family relationships but definitely not feeling like a Targaryen either. He’s doubts that his illegitimate Targaryen half brings anything to the table politically, partly because he doesn’t share Daenerys’s view that Westeros wants a Targaryen restoration. Finally, although Daenerys is lovely and charming and kind and brave, he can’t feel anything romantic for her...and it’s not just because she’s his aunt, which is kind of weird. No, he also misses Ygritte, and it kills him that he’ll never see her again. After Daenerys guarantees that she’ll help all his family members and the smallfolk and the wildlings, though, he knows marriage is the best choice. Because nothing will get them good PR like marrying in the Sept of Baelor, they agree to postpone the wedding until after they take King’s Landing.

Meanwhile, Ygritte has been having a rough time. After surviving the Battle of the Ice, she and a small band of Free Folk try to eke out a living north of the Wall while planning their next move. (Without Jon’s leadership, the Free Folk never have the option to go south.) Her group is attacked by White Walkers and becomes even smaller. Heartbroken and lonelier than ever, Ygritte is at a loss...until she realizes that she’s pregnant. At first she feels happy, then pissed off about being happy, then worried how she’s going to raise a child in this frozen horror show. At last, she swallows her pride and resolves to go see Jon at the Wall. Obviously he doesn’t love her, but she figures he’ll feel obligated to help her, the baby, and maybe even the Free Folk as a whole. Unfortunately, when she sneaks into Castle Black, she finds out that Jon mysteriously disappeared right before he was supposed to be executed. “Oh, fuck, no,” she says, but she’s not sure what to do other than go to Winterfell and inform his family that some bullshit is happening. 

During Ygritte’s journey to Winterfell, Daenerys and her army successfully take King’s Landing. I won’t go into details, but the victory is just difficult enough to keep the battle from being anticlimactic. It happens just after Tyrion’s escape from King’s Landing, so the only remaining Lannisters are Cersei, Tommen, and Kevan. (Jaime is, at Catelyn’s secret request, in the Riverlands searchng for Arya.) Kevan dies in battle; Cersei and Tommen disappear mysteriously. The Tyrells and most of the other families shrug and side with Daenerys fairly quickly, because she has dragons. The smallfolk are like, “Huh, well, maybe she won’t be a volatile sadist like Joffrey; after all, most of the Targaryens weren’t like Aerys.” Their doubts are further assuaged when Daenerys’s policies turn out to be relatively egalitarian. Jon is happily reunited with Sansa (more about her later), even though they weren’t super-close as children, but is heartbroken to find no sign of Arya. He and Daenerys begin to make wedding plans.

Ygritte gets to Winterfell and is greeted by sympathetic new mom Jeyne Westerling and a moody, troubled Bran. (Robb and Catelyn are fighting in the Riverlands again; Rickon’s actually doing swell for once.) They’re both happy to offer a home to their unborn niece/nephew and its mother; Bran even takes her reports of the White Walkers seriously and starts to confer with the other bannermen as the Stark in Winterfell. Yet Ygritte isn’t anywhere near happy. Seeing Jon’s home has made her see how different their worlds are, plus she’s angry and hurt that he was off marrying his aunt while she thought he was dead. She’s about to head back north when Bran and Jeyne persuade her that Jon would never truly want to marry his aunt and sometimes you just to risk everything for love, respectively. Ygritte realizes they’re right and rides hell-for-leather to King’s Landing.

The Conclusion

The wedding’s about to happen. Sansa, initially enchanted by her secretly royal half-brother’s imminent marriage to a beautiful young queen, senses that all is not well and asks Jon if he really wants to go through with it. He says no, but he has to go through with it because it’s his duty and he’ll lose what little honor he has if he backs out. Sansa realizes that his motives are all wrapped up in bastard stigma and talks about how she used to think that everyone, including herself, would be okay if they just did what society told them to do, but then she discovered that the world was wrong. Her speech affects Jon, but not enough for him to call off the wedding so late...until Ygritte appears on the steps of the Sept of Baelor, out of breath and vocally angry with him for leaving her behind. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells Daenerys, who nods in a gracious and dignified manner. She’s secretly relieved that she doesn’t have to make a third political marriage and can just concentrate on ruling for a while (plus banging Daario Naharis on the sly). 

Then Jon tells Ygritte everything he’s learned: he thought he was wrong to love her and break his vows, but instead he was wrong to leave her. He never dared to hope she would want him back, but if she’s come all this way, maybe she would be willing to marry him? 

“You’re only saying that because I’m pregnant!” Ygritte shouts. Then she goes on for a little while about his precious duty and precious honor.

“You’re pregnant?!” Jon finally interrupts.

“Wait, what?” says Ygritte. But she’s convinced, finally, that he meant what he said. Otherwise, why would he give up marrying Daenerys in such a publicly embarassing way? 

Daenerys gives a hastily improvised speech about how Jon and Ygritte’s marriage symbolizes unity between all different types of people in Westeros. The crowd is like, “huh,” but the wine is flowing pretty freely and it’s something to talk about. 

Jon and Ygritte head north the next day, Sansa in tow, and are joyously reunited with Bran, Rickon, Jeyne, Robb, and the rest of the Winterfell household. (Theon and Asha send them a pineapple from the Summer Islands for the wedding, but it’s probably called something stupid like a spineapple.) In private, Catelyn stiffly thanks Jon for bringing back Sansa and apologizes for being unkind to him as a child; it doesn’t really change the past, but he can appreciate it for what it is. Jon and Ygritte are married in the Godswood. Afterwards, there’s a feast. It’s not entirely a happy occasion, though, because they all feel the absence of Arya deeply. A place is set for her at the table, though, in hopes that one day she’ll come home.

The Epilogue

Jon and Ygritte are living together at the Wall. Reforms have been made to the Night’s Watch, partly thanks to Daenerys’s unconventional views and partly thanks to the North’s commitment to fighting the White Walkers. Members can now enlist for ten-year shifts, not just for life; women can join; and, perhaps most pertinently, members can marry!!! So Jon goes down on Ygritte and it’s 100% legit.

Subplots

Sansa goes through most of her A Storm of Swords plot. Now released from her betrothal with Joffrey, she thinks she’s found allies in the Tyrells; however, her planned escape via marriage to Willas Tyrell is scotched when she and Tyrion Lannister are forced to marry by Tywin. Under the circumstances, she cannot love him, yet she appreciates his decency towards her and feels sorry for him because his family is cruel to him. When Joffrey dies, she and Tyrion are both arrested, leaving her to wonder whether he left her to share the blame for the crime; she feels betrayed, somehow, by the possibility. (Littlefinger tried to get her out, but there was a hitch in the plan, so he shrugged and sailed to the Vale without her.) She’s overjoyed to be returned to her family, yet she feels like she doesn’t quite fit with them after her experiences.

“Arry,” still suffering from amnesia and now calling herself “Nan” (short for Nymeria), has escaped from Harrenhal with her friends Gendry and Hot Pie. They join up with the Brotherhood without Banners, where she finds some small measure of peace. However, she’s still massively traumatized and troubled by her lack of identity. It becomes less painful, eventually, to stop wondering who she was and move on with her life. (Let’s assume that Beric Dondarrion et al never got a good enough look at her in King’s Landing to identify her.) At one point, Sandor Clegane tries to kidnap her, insisting that she’s Arya Stark, but she thinks he has worse intentions than ransoming her and manages to run back to the Brotherhood. 

Bran, also traumatized by the events of The Iron Scoundrel, continues to have troubling psychic visions. Taking action against the White Walkers as the Stark in Winterfell helps, but he still struggles with feelings of helplessness and isolation. Also, he knows his mom is secretly in love with Jaime Lannister and understandably thinks that’s really fucked up.

Sam and Gilly fall in love as they journey from Craster’s Keep to the Nightfort and then try to deal with all the crazy shit happening at Castle Black. They get married once the Night’s Watch reforms take place (perhaps in the epilogue?) in a subsequent novella.

[niennavalier]

And time for more Prison Break thoughts because I was watching parts from that too. Again, I dunno how closely the writers necessarily followed to the Odyssey, but there are certain parallels that are pretty interesting, so it’s fun to guess what other ones might crop up.

So in the Odyssey, Poseidon is essentially the Godly antagonist of our hero, Odysseus, and also the one who ends up lengthening Odysseus’ voyage home (by 10 years, not 7, so the show is sorta mixing and matching bits - Odysseus is stuck on Ogygia for 7 years, though). Generally, that’s a lot like Poseidon thus far in the show - he’s the reason Michael had to fake his death.

Interesting thing though, Poseidon is only doing this to Odysseus as revenge for his son, Polyphemus. Long story short, Polyphemus is a cyclops who imprisons Odysseus and his crew and plans to eat them. Odysseus tricks him, calling himself “Nobody” (aka “Outis”, hence the reference in PB), stabs his eye out, and escapes, but not before telling Polyphemus his true name, giving the cyclops the means to ask his father, Poseidon, to curse Odysseus. (Because pride is always the villain in Greek myths).

In terms of PB, Michael doesn’t exhibit that same sort of pride (my own analysis I’ve done of him makes me think he’s prideful in different ways - more like what you see in the flashbacks in “Brother’s Keeper” - but not in a loud way like Odysseus). But he’s still known to people. In particular for the circle of people affected by him and the rest of the cast taking down the Company. My point is, Poseidon (the Greek God) doesn’t go after Odysseus without provocation, so what if Poseidon (the rogue CIA agent) is doing the same? Someone who had intimate ties with the Company who is now getting revenge on Michael for what he did. Essentially tying even more of this whole season back into what happened in the original series, beyond explaining stuff from The Final Break.  Given the fact that that call (the one to Michael in the flashback) seemed to happen fairly shortly after the Company fell - I mean, within a few months at most which means wow, Michael and Sara settled into total domestic bliss real fast - it could make sense that the events of Season 4 are the catalyst for Poseidon caring at all. Couple months to be able to mastermind the plan and then put it into action that quickly because of personal reasons. Why does personal reasons matter? It seems like Poseidon is a mastermind type villain, so someone who doesn’t mind playing the long game - no need to act quite that quickly unless for a personal reason, aka the Company.

Now I’m just spitballing stuff, but things like if Jonathan Krantz had other relatives; his daughter, Lisa, is mentioned, but there’s no confirmation or denial regarding if he has other family who might’ve been involved. Like, say, a son who was Company and also CIA (because they had people in high places, and would also explain how someone could have the resources to remove themselves from the record of being a government agent. I mean, how the hell does the CIA not know who went rogue?). Plus, I feel like this would be interesting in terms of turning the tables of father and son compared to Poseidon and Polyphemus, if that makes sense.

And honestly, this could work for a lot of different people, cause it’s not specific to a person, just who that person’s backstory is. I mean, it could work for Jacob, cause I know a lot of people suspect him.

As for me, I’ll definitely guess he’s evil. In some way. I’ll hesitate from saying Poseidon for a bit, though. For one, in terms of writing, I feel like that’s a bit too easy to guess. (For comparison, if anyone reading this watches Flash, the Savitar reveal, while satisfying because it’s the most narratively interesting choice, was objectively anticlimactic - i think most people were already onto that pretty early). The other thing comes back to the Odyssey. I know there was a post a little while ago looking at Jacob’s name.

Jacob Anton Ness. 

The main suitor of Penelope in the Odyssey is named Antinous. In comparison to Poseidon being Odysseus’ godly antagonist, Antinous is his mortal antagonist (I think these are terms from Sparknotes but whatever, they make sense). Poseidon is the mastermind behind Odysseus being away for so long; Antinous is a smaller, more immediate threat to his private, family life. But they’re not related. Antinous and the other suitors become a problem as a result of Poseidon’s work keeping Odysseus away (and the length of the Trojan War, but that doesn’t parallel PB, so I’m leaving it out). So...what if Jacob isn’t Poseidon, and there’s something more to come in later episodes? In all honesty, a lot more of his actions can be attributed to a suitor. Throwing out Michael’s notes, keeping Sara from looking for him - can be just cause he doesn’t want her to get back with Michael, because he know’s she’d pick him in a heartbeat (which really does make her quite like Penelope...huh). Why the assassins didn’t kill him is a bit harder to put together and doesn’t parallel anything from the Odyssey, but him meeting with them and offering them money (if that story is true) would also fit if he’s the part of a suitor. He does want Sara for himself and wouldn’t want her to die. He just doesn’t want Michael back in the picture. 

Also, I feel like if Poseidon had found out Michael had been trying to send notes to Sara, there would’ve been more grave consequences, because his power is more far reaching. Antinous or Jacob doesn’t have much more power than to just get rid of the notes. (But I’ll say, the notes could correspond to the beginning of the show and Lincoln being targetted, though I suppose that depends on how long the origami cranes have been sent and intercepted; no details on that yet).

Timeline wise, this also seems to work. I don’t think Antinous and co. are a problem right after Odysseus leaves - they come along because the hero hasn’t returned. I don’t know exactly how much of stuff in the last scene of the last episode of season 4 is necessarily canon now, but there’s that “Four Years Later” scene of them reuniting in, I’m assuming, Panama. There’s no indication Sara’s remarried (although, to be fair, there wouldn’t have been when they filmed that back in ‘09) but if you take that as canon, Jacob didn’t come around til later (I suppose, after 2014, then, in this adjusted timeline). And his showing up at all really doesn’t make much sense, outside of the “be where they least expect you” type of logic, if he’s Poseidon. Which, even then, is a bit flawed, considering he didn’t seem to be around until the last few years. Had he needed to be somewhere inconspicuous, I would’ve thought the time to do that would be shortly after the Company had fallen and people would’ve been on higher alert - nice time to go hang out in the suburbs. And if he had to be near Sara to send Michael a message about the kind of power he had, that would’ve been more helpful to be there while Michael could even get close to Sara - like in the flashback scene - than when Michael was stuck in Ogygia.

So there you have my long ramble about Prison Break speculation. 

[ameliajessicapond]

For the fandom question thing: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

my all-time ultimate fave character: nope. literally can’t do it. it’s like a ten-way tie. i guess NICO DI ANGELO gerts the most VISCERALLY EMOTIONAL RESPONSE out of me so probably i should say NICO DI ANGELO bc every time i think about NICO DI ANGELO i need to CRY and LIE DOWN

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: jason grace. like i think almost everyone had this experience of WHERE PERCY???? outrage and abandonment while reading the lost hero and i just....i didn’t care about the new trio i wanted PERCY AND ANNABETH AND GROVER. piper had an amazing intro tbh and leo was just COOL, MY GUY LEO VALDEZ, but jason i....didn’t care about until a while later.

a character I used to like but now don’t: i don’t think there are any??? i mean like, LUKE, but i still think he was super well-written and turned into this great sort-of-antagonist.

a character I’m indifferent about: i suppose i’m indifferent about jason except in the context of thalia? like, MAN, SIBLINGS. but apart from that what does he even do except that one amazing scene with NICO DI ANGELO.

a character who deserved better: i cant think of any except maybe LEO VALDEZ? like.  i know he’s fine and stuff. but MY POOR CHILD. also im a sucker for self-destructive child with a guilt complex tropes lmao.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: i meeeaaan jason/piper just BORE ME? they feel so safe and steady and Percabeth 2.0-y. and like piper’s a lesbian so.

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: alright look i’d say solangelo but they’re v new and not really a focus in HOO but know that i am Not Over It At All!!! but like obvs percabeth. OBVS PERCABETH!!!!!!!! SEAWEED BRAIN!!! WISE GIRL!!!! UNDERWATER KISS!!!! TALKING WISTFULLY ABOUT GOING TO COLLEGE IN NEW ROME WHILE LITERALLY WALKING THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD TOGETHER!!! SHE’S HIS ANCHOR IM FUCKED UP I LOVE THEM. WHEN SHE SAID THE THING IN THE MOST RECENT MAGNUS BOOK I STARTED CRYING.

a cute, low-key ship: obvs they’re pretty central in HOO but i ship frank/hazel in a low-key way bc they only grew on me fairly late and like, while i care SO MUCH about each of them, i don’t have any major like OMG OTP feelings about them as a couple i guess? they’re v cute though.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: okay now the previous answer will make a lot of sense lmao HAZEL AND LEOOOOOOO. i know!! i know!! i always fall for the wrong side of the love triangle!!!! i dont know why either!!!!!!!!!!

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: luke/percy being so major in fanfic makes me SO MAD AND SAD. SO SMAD. RRRRRAAAAAAAGH

my favourite storyline/moment: NICO DI ANGELO. ALL OF IT BUT ESPECIALLY THE SCENE. U KNOW THE ONE. BUT LIKE. ALL OF HIS STORY. I LOVE HIM I LOVE NICO DI ANGELO.

a storyline that never should have been written: i meaaaan the ending to BOO felt a bit. anticlimactic? i enjoyed reading the hell out of it but im coming up a complete blank on the actual Action Plot? idk. i love these books sfm tbh there’s nothing where i’m like UNACCEPTABLE!!!!!!

my first thoughts on the show: huh kari nat and shannen are sure upset about those kids who jumped off that thing.

my thoughts now: I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. RICK RIORDAN IS THE ONLY MALE AUTHOR I TRUST.