#lightning dad

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[batsandbirdbrains]

This one is pretty much a total AU after season 2 of yj bc tbh I forgot what even happens in seasons 3 and 4 it was kinda a snooze fest but I like most of the characters and the setting SO

The one where Black Lightning finds a beaten up Dick Grayson dissociating on his doorstep

Also I want to age Dick down to like 17 bc I think it adds to the drama of it all.

So like Jeff opens the door to find Dick standing there, blood running down his nose and lips, his eye bruised black, and looking generally roughed up. He has a hastily packed bag slung over his shoulder, and he’s shivering and taking in gasping breaths.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Dick stutters out, his teeth chattering.

Jeff ushers him inside, helping him sit on the couch before grabbing a first aid kit and washing the blood off his face.

“What happened, kid?”

Dick hadn’t winced once when antiseptic was sprayed on the cuts on his face, but he has a full body flinch when asked about it. Jeff doesn’t rush him, just stays quiet and continues patching him up while Dick’s mouth opens and closes a few times without making any noise.

“I didn’t wanna do it,” he finally stammers out. “I said no. And then he - he got really mad.”

Jeff has never heard Nightwing - never heard Dick - speak in such a small voice before. And it hits him that an actual teenager is sitting on his couch with half his face covered in blood.

“Who got really mad?” He asks gently, putting bandages carefully over some of the more gnarly cuts. Dick is quiet for a long time, and Jeff doesn’t think he’s going to say anything before he sucks in a shaky breath.

“Batman,” he chokes out.

And Jeff sees red, wants to go beat the shit out of the overgrown furry, but he tries to stay calm for the distraught boy sitting in front of him.

“What did he want you to do?”

He tries to stay calm, but his voice must’ve been too low, too dangerous, because Dick is quick to defend the man who literally beat him.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says hurriedly. “Not like that, not like - he wanted - I was s’posed to-“

Dick takes in several gasps of air, and Jeff pats one of his hands gently and tells him to take his time, that there’s no rush.

“He wanted me to go undercover,” he eventually tells him. “He wanted me to pretend to - to fake being - everyone already hates me so much.”

The last part shocks Jeff a bit, and he tries to tell Dick that no one hates him, but Dick just shakes his head.

“They do!” He argues. “They think all I do is lie and keep secrets and, and - it’s kinda true but it’s not - it’s not like that!”

“Just explain what he wanted you to do,” Jeff says quietly. “In your own words. However much you wanna tell me. But Dick, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Dick squeezes his eyes shut and looks down, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Jeff gives him a minute, goes to get both of them a cup of tea, and Dick starts looking a little better once he’s holding the warm cup in his hand, even if he’s not drinking it yet.

“He wanted me to go back to Deathstroke,” Dick whispers. “But I’m - last time was - I can’t go back to him again. I don’t think - I wouldn’t-“

He can’t quite finish what he wants to say, but Jeff doesn’t push.

“It’s okay,” Jeff tells him. “You don’t have to explain.”

Seeing the kid let out a choked sob pulls at his heart. He feels like he just got stabbed in the chest, and all he can do is scoot closer to him and put an arm around his tense shoulders.

“What did he do when you said no?” He asks after a few minutes, once Dick has calmed down some.

Dick looks at him with a miserable look on his face.

“He kicked the crap out of me then kicked me out,” he sobs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t - I dunno if I can even - I don’t know who would wanna help me.”

“Dick,” Jeff wants to cry at how utterly lost this kid sounds. “I’m glad you came to me, of course I’ll help you. But kid, you gotta know that anyone would’ve helped you out tonight, right?”

Dick just shakes his head.

“No,” he says, sounding so sure of himself. “No one wants me around anymore. I dunno why you even put up with me.”

“Because you’re my friend,” he says without missing a beat. “And you’re a good kid. One who doesn’t deserve the kind of crap you’ve been putting up with.”

Dick just keeps shaking his head, not quite hearing what Jeff is saying to him. Jeff can see his eyes starting to glaze over, and he holds back a sigh. He ends up bringing Dick to a guest room, and then once Dick is tucked in and asleep, he sits in a chair with his head in his hands. Now he has to figure out how he’s gonna strangle Batman with his own cape.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Percy was left as the long guard of the creek boarder. One week into camp, barely any weapons training, and he was given the important job of stopping Red Team from crossing the boarder.

Something was off.

Studying the tree line, Percy discarded his shield - heavy, burdensome thing, it was more likely to get Percy killed than protect him - only to hear the sharp snap of a dead branch. He whirled towards the noise, back to the stream and hand on the pommel of his sword.

Someone was watching him.

But who? Percy's thoughts raced. He had very few allies here at camp; Grover, Luke (but he was going after the flag despite a loud argument with Annabeth that he overheard), maybe some of the other Hermes cabin kids? But he had made far more enemies than allies so far-

Unless... his eyes turned upward as he searched for a sign of an owl.

Percy always had weird dreams. Dreams of a breathtakingly sad woman he called Mother, a dark man in red he called Father, and a woman in armor who taught him to fight. For a long time, the dreams were vague, like he was peering through morning fog off the ocean. Then he reached camp, and the dreams were clear. He could see his Mother's face now, and dreamed about her chatting with his mom in the after life. He knew his Father's love, a father who'd been lost at sea for years before finally coming home. He knew his friend's name.

Athena.

There were no birds in the branches, nor any feathers on the ground. But he wasn't alone, because he could still hear the soft swish of fabric against fabric. Percy tightened his grip. "Show yourself," he demanded. The noise of the forest faded in his mind as Percy tried to triangulate the sound. "I know you're watching me. Show yourself!" A sharp gasp, quickly muffled. Percy glared in that direction. "I can see you..."

"What!?" Abruptly, Annabeth appeared. It wasn't like she jumped out of the trees, or a bush, but she literally wasn't there one second, and was there the next. Annabeth stormed over to Percy, scowling. "What do you mean, you can see me!? How did you do that?"

Percy stared back at her blankly, then snorted. "I was lying, and you fell for it." He held back from laughing in her face, but just barely. She wasn't his friend, but when she was angry like this, her eyes looked just like...

Annabeth reared back, a ruddy flush blooming over her cheeks and down her neck. "Well, good job! Liar." She sneered, slapping her baseball cap in her hand. "You're supposed to be guarding. What were you even doing, looking for me?"

"I wasn't looking for you- Actually, why are you here? I thought you'd be too busy micromanaging your plan to win-" Percy stopped, thought, and reassessed, coming to an unfortunate yet obvious conclusion. "...That's exactly what you're doing. I'm the plan. You're using me as bait." No wonder Luke was so mad!

Annabeth crossed her arms. "I am not!"

"You want those Ares kids to focus on kicking my butt instead of capturing our flag! You're practically sacrificing me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you're being dramatic. I'm not going to let them hurt you."

"You're not the one they want to kill!" Percy snapped.

Through the brush on the other side of the stream, five Ares kids, led by the big bully herself, Clarisse, crashed into their argument. Clarisse's ringing "Cream the punk!" signalling of his and Annabeth's very unfortunate team up.

[bogslob]

Not Sally having taught Percy ancient greek and Percy having only remembered one word

[theleeryder]

“Hello?” Crepus shouted into the storm, the downpour and lightning easily overpowering him. “Hello! Is anyone else out there?!” 

The small child in his arms didn’t react as the read-headed man hefted him up higher, setting the child on his hip. Barely clinging to his consciousness as exhausted and fatigue clawed at him. 

Crepus could feel how feverish he was even now. The boy was racked with shivers. Archons knew how long he’d been out there by the time Crepus happened to notice him. 

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up and then we’ll find your parents. Yeah?” Crepus shouted over the rain as he tucked his coat further over the child’s head. Keeping the rain off him as best as he could with the wind trying to yank the cloth off the both of their heads. 

The child said nothing. His visible eye dull and his fingers pale with cold as the clutches at the man’s chest. It was a haunted expression. One that spoke of horrors no child should know. 

Even as Crepus whispered reassurances and promises of finding the boy’s family, the feeling in his chest knew that they were only lies.

 As did the child in his arms.

Day 3. Storm

[lilith-is-off]

[ineedmorevat7kinmylife]

I love toa so much, I personally think it’s Rick’s best series. Like, I love pjo and hoo obviously, and magnus chase is amazing, but there’s just something about toa that just makes it better. I don’t know, maybe it’s cause I love a redemption arc or that Meg exists. I just love it so much.

[localaceken]

Redraw of this comic by @taddymason of their fic Lightning Pin [GO READ IT NOW‼️‼️] because I'm obsessed with these 3

And wanted to draw this scene for a while but Taddy themselves did it before me sooooo redraw. lol.

[g3othermal3scapism]

harry potter and the problematic gay dads

[dailydccomics]

Black Lightning in The Flash #16

[mo-mode]

Zeus: this is COMPLETELY IMPERTINENT!!!! If that boy and his friends weren’t recovering my bolt, I would have already fried them!!

Poseidon and Hermes:

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Wally when looking at Roy:

Wally when looking at Garth:

Wally, I swear to god, Garth is the same age as you. You cannot mentally adopt your peers.

[makorragal-312]

Thanks to Tim Minear, every day that passes since 8x15 is another day where Buck shoots Bobby an "are you okay" text and he never gets a response

[ducktracy]

i've made variations of this post before but it really is funny how in-my-own-head i get about, well EVERYTHING i do but ESPECIALLY drawing Porky and Daffy in particular. i am the Porky and Daffy person. all of my friends online and even irl know this. my coworkers know this. my PARENTS know this. i'm always joking/BEING joked with them about it and i love it. this is who i am. and yet i'm like "...but if i draw Porky and Daffy again, what if people think i'm some sort of.. Porky and Daffy obsessed feak"

here is also an image that is totally unrelated and also now outdated, as i have more.

[eaterofdust]

SoD is much undiscovered (but very shaky/dubious) lore but honestly I can both accept the implications that Snotlout eats eggs whole (feel free to correct me I could've read that wrong but did he not just swallow the three raw eggs straight up?) and completely attempt to disregard how often he must be getting food poisoning from that

[thewalrusespublicist]

Thinking today about the shit show that would have been the George-John dynamic in Beatles anthology in an AU reverse 80’ scenario.