#Sandy Travis

[blondebrainpowered]

WKRP Turkey Drop, 1978

[morgansyorkie]

Too Clean 🔥

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[jimothystu]

Hammer! :D

[starhvney]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, laurance, travis

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff? literal hurt/comfort

𝐂𝐖: mentions of injuries but no in-depth descriptions

𝐀/𝐍: me when i spend more time finding the pictures for a good picture header than actually writing. i also did not proofread at all so i'm so sorry for any typos or hiccups in my writing

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

the fight has long since been over, yet after searching every corner of the village, you still saw no sign of the head guard. as your last resort, you hurriedly rush across the ruined plaza, climbing over rubble as you descend into the village mines. 

you find him there, tucked back in the main tunnel and slumped over as he holds a cloth over a gash on his side. his gloved hand fumbles with some medic supplies, though his shaky hold renders himself useless as they tumble to the floor.

“garroth,” you sigh, relieved but also annoyed by his insistence on never asking for help.

he flinches, caught off guard by the blood loss dulling his senses. even now, he stoically has every layer of his armor on except for his chest plate, even his helmet stays firmly against his skull.

“i’ll be alright, my lady,” he starts, though the pained wince he lets out a moment later immediately discounts him for his claims. 

quietly, you approach him, kneeling in front of him and pulling the first aid items out of his grasp. while you can’t see his face, you hear him inhale sharply to protest against you. you silence him with a stern glare, to which he sinks back into the uncomfortable stone without a word. 

“you are much too stubborn,” you chastise, reaching to his other hand to remove it from his wound. “your pride will get you killed.”

you cringe as he peels away the blood-soaked cloth to reveal a deep gash along his side. it's a slash and not a stab, thankfully, but it would still need stitches.

it seems he already knew that, based on the thread and needle he had yet to even tie together. while maneuvering the stitching thread into the eye of the needle, you listen to his shallow and shaky breathing underneath his helm.

“aren’t you having trouble breathing with that?”

“…no.”

your eyes dart up, narrowing at the eye slits of the metal in front of you. 

“it's just me. i understand you want to hide your identity, but when it comes to your health—“

you lift your hands up to his helm, firmly placing them on each side before pausing, waiting to hear for any protests. when you hear none, you slowly lift the metal, sliding it off of his head and revealing what was underneath.

for just a moment you freeze, eyes locking onto his. his hair was a stunning sandy blonde that brushed over his brow line in soft curls. they stuck to his forehead, that had a sheen of sweat over it. you could tell his stunning eye color was dulled over by pain, eyelids drooping and his lips pale.

“…there,” you set the helm down, focusing back on his wound. “now you can breathe better, right?”

“…yes.” he winces, leaning back on your command and revealing his wound again.

carefully, you stitch the wound closed, lifting his linen shirt up enough to allow yourself to wrap the bandaging around his stomach. when you’re done you sit back, wiping your hands against your already dirtied clothes and releasing a deep sigh.

you look up, watching as his jaw clenches and his eyes dart to your feet. he still looks pale, but he at least looks more stable than before.

“garroth.” you call, voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes trail up to yours, hesitant and full of a strange sort of guilt.

“you did a good job protecting me. protecting the whole village. but even the strongest need help,” you take his hand in yours. “at least let one person take care of you in return. i was really worried about you.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you know he understands, swallowing down his deep-set need for independence to put himself in your shoes for a moment.

“there’s a cot down here. why don’t you rest, and i’ll bring you back some food and drink to help you regain your strength.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

you knew something was strange, when the beginnings of the evening cricket chirps grew silent, a heavy feeling settling around your cottage. despite the uneasiness and natural instinct that told you to run, you instead looked around the area for the source.

despite the lack of night critters, you notice a strange fluttering of butterflies dispersing from the other side of some shrubbery. you push through the leaves and twigs, noticing the further you advanced the more wilted the plants became. 

on the other side was a man in strange armor you hadn’t seen before. the metal must’ve been smoldering hot, somehow, because the grass around it wilted and burned away from its touch. despite the strange sense of uneasiness in your chest, you take a few steps towards the man, his form slumped over a large stump.

“sir? are you alright?”

he flinches, hand moving unnaturally quick towards a large sword you didn’t realize he had by his side until now. you stumble back with a startled gasp, hands raising in surrender. dark circles line deep blue eyes, black hair stuck on his face where blood poured from a wound.

“i’m not an enemy!” you quickly say. “that injury looks bad, i can help. i’ll go get some bandages for you.”

you quickly run back to your cottage, retrieving your satchel of medical supplies before he could say a word. whoever he was, he seemed dangerous. and the faster you help him the quicker he’ll be on his way and the less likely anything else dangerous is led to you. when you return, he’s still there, though he’s propped himself up in a sitting position and leaning back against the stump.

“i don’t need any help.”

“well those wounds look pretty deep. and… you’re the one who ended up near my home, so,” you carefully approach him, heart beating erratically fast in your chest. it felt like you were approaching a predator—a wild animal pretending to be a man. “the faster i help you, the less likely whatever did this to you comes near my garden.”

his gaze stayed trained on you for a moment, piercing into you as you kneel next to him. his eyes were a beautiful shade, yet so strangely unsettling and dull. as you glance at them, it almost appears as no light shines from them at all. he smirks, a strangely amused laugh leaving his lips like he found your assistance to be completely entertaining.

“ah, there’s the motive.”

you ignore him, instead using a cloth to wipe away the blood from the side of his head.

“what’s your name?”

“what’s yours?”

you restrain a sigh, biting back the sarcastic quip you wanted to return and instead reciting your name back to him.

“…gene.”

“nice to meet you… gene. how did you get this hurt? are you…” you glance down at his strange armor and sword. “a guard, our some kind of soldier…?”

he says nothing.

“alright, then,” you clear your throat. “no more questions.”

you finish cleaning his head and neck, where another wound was, and carefully place the healing ointment you made from your own magicks herbs. trying to ignore the strange sense that you needed to run away, you finish up your work by placing bandages over the gashes… that seemed to already be healing pretty quickly. 

“there. you’re set.”

a small, “thanks,” leaves his lips, and the two of you met eyes. he seems to contemplate something, before another huffing out another amused laugh.

“you’re very…naive. you should be careful.”

“…what?”

his hand is suddenly in front of your face, cold fingers touching against the skin of your forehead and dragging down, brushing your eyelids closed. somehow your eyes grow impossibly heavy, your head too much to hold up as you slump over, landing in the arms of ge…

…of…who again?

the birds chirp the next morning as you groggily wake from what felt like a coma of slumber. you feel like there was something important you needed to take care of, but you must’ve fallen asleep early last night. you must’ve been exhausted… you don’t even remember carrying yourself into bed. 

oh, that’s right! you had to help… you had to… what was it you were up to last night?

your slump from where you sit, blinking at the floor in confusion.

it must not have been too important.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

it’s terrifying, looking into blood red eyes where iridescent pale blue ones had been before. it had only been a split moment—you two were ambushed, a thief’s sword grazing against your cheek and knocking you backwards in surprise as a whole gang of them emerged from the tree line.

laurance suffered an arrow wound, but before you could panic it wasn’t his blood that soaked the ground… but instead the whole dozen of men who tried to attack you.

you stare horrified as dark red drips from him, unsure if it was his own or from the bodies around him. he’s breathing, so heavily, face turned away from you as he stills in the center of his carnage. a few moments pass like this, your eyes trained cautiously on the dulled shade of caramel hair that lays messily on his head. 

“…laurance?” you call out quietly, your voice barely a timid whisper.

he turns to look at you, eyes red and glazed over as he begins to trudge towards you. something about the dark circles and his paled skin splattered with blood frightened you, your uncertainty heightened by his silence and now much taller frame. he towers over you, breaths heavy and sword still tightly gripped in his hand.

“it’s me!” you shakily yelp, regretting your reaction immediately when he flinches, eyes widening.

“…and i’m me.” he frowns, his larger hand brushing against your injured cheek. “you’re scared of me.”

“…no.”

he stares at you, eyebrows pinched together. he doesn’t call you out on your bluff with words, but the look he gives you is enough.

“i felt that something was off. i should’ve done something sooner.”

“it caught me off guard, too. we’re both tired, so—“

“i’m supposed to protect you. now you’re hurt.”

“it’s only a graze, laurance.” you silence his anger towards himself, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “you’re hurt more than me.”

you reach in your satchel, pulling out some healing ointment and bandages you were sure to pack for the journey. he begins to shake his head, hand engulfing yours as he stops you.

“i’ll heal on my own. you know that shadow knights—“

“this will help you heal faster. and help with the pain.”

he sighs, taking a seat on a nearby rock and complying with your insistence despite the lack of need for it.

there were only a few gashes that were deep enough to not be sealed up immediately, dark red blood oozing from the lacerations. you put your focus on cleaning each one, swiping on the ointment and wrapping the bandages carefully onto his wounds.

when you look back up at his face those calm blue eyes have returned, staring back at you as they dart over your face. he takes the ointment from your hands, and with two fingers he motions for you to come closer.

you do so without much hesitation, allowing his finger to dip into the ointment and dab it across your injured cheek. he lingers his hand there for only a few moments longer, before looking away and putting your things back into your satchel.

“thank you, laurance.”

“stay right next to me,” he looks back up, tone and eyes insistent. “for the rest of the way. okay?”

it’s more of a demand than a request, but you simply nod in agreement, unable to refuse him.

“okay.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“take your shirt off.” you sigh, sitting next to travis as you dig through your bag.

“woah!” he laughs, a cheeky smirk stretching across his face. “way to be direct.”

you pause, glaring over at him with an unimpressed stare.

“i will add to those injuries. just do it—“

“okay! okay!” he raises his hands up, wincing at the pull of his skin against his wounds. “ow…”

he begins to peel his bloodied tunic from his skin, wincing as he attempts to lift it over his shoulders. you restrain another sigh before you take a glance down at his injuries, instead feeling pitiful at the state he was in. standing in front of him, you help him slide the fabric over his head and off his arms, leaving his whole torso exposed. 

a few previous scars litter across the skin, dipping into different divots of chiseled muscles. he was well built—he had to be for the large claymore he wielded—yet he was still lean, muscles standing out due to the low body fat he had.

“like what you see?” he smirks, catching your gaze that lingered a bit too long on his bare skin. 

“no.”

he flinches at your quick refusal, jutting out his bottom lip.

“ouch, you’re so harsh.”

“why would i like seeing all of these wounds you’re covered in? you’re lucky it wasn’t any worse or you wouldn’t even be conscious right now,” you scold. “what were you thinking?”

“so you were worried about me…” he peeks up at you through his lashes, lips once again turning up in a satisfied smirk.

you roll your eyes, not saying anything as you begin to clean up his wounds. you can never catch a break with this guy, can you? despite his annoying flirtatious jokes, though, you really couldn’t help the worry and care you felt for him. 

he hisses between clenched teeth as you accidentally press against a laceration too harshly, one of his hands reaching up to clasp against your wrist.

“a little more gentle, sweetheart.”

“sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head as you realize what you were thinking.

he doesn’t say anything, instead going quiet as you continue to patch him up. it’s not until you’re dabbing on ointment and healing potions that he speaks up again, his voice strangely soft and unsure.

“you were worried about me, right?”

you pause, glancing down at him. his eyes are strangely… pleading, cool green shining as he searches for an answer on your face. 

you gently place your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft white strands and pulling him forward and pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“yes, i was. don’t be so reckless next time.”

when you pull away, his cheeks have turned a soft shade of red and his eyes have widened, practically bulging from their sockets. slowly, his jaw opens, mouth gaping as he starts to speak.

“you–”

“shut up.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! I saw your Percy Jackson asks where open and I wanted to send in a request! How would Percy react to a fem reader who is the child of Morpheus the God of dreams? Like I imagine being a child to the God of dreams would make one fall asleep randomly when they are still new to their powers, so how would the scenario play out if perhaps one day reader falls asleep on him during a movie night? Would he stay as still as possible as to not wake her up or would he do something else like gently wake her up/move her? Hopefully I made this detatiled enough but in anyway thank you!!

You were just halfway from dozing off when Percy’s voice brought you from the cusp of a deep sleep to ask:

‘Does your dad look like-‘

‘For the last time Percy no, my dad doesn’t look like Tom Sturridge from The Sandman.’ You replied before he could even finish his question. It wasn’t the first time he asked this question after watching the Netflix show ironically about a man who bore the same name as your godly father, Morpheus, the god of dreams; Something that you now had a bone to pick with Neil Gaiman over.

‘Sooo he doesn’t blow golden sand at people’s faces to make them fall asleep?’ Percy continued to ask but at this point you knew that he was only doing this just to get a rise out of you and also to keep you from falling asleep again.

‘No-will you pack it in, in trying to get some rest from today.’ You said as you lightly smack his arm whilst readjusting your head onto his shoulder for more comfort, already feeling the lull of sleep beckoning you to fall further when Percy once again spoke up.

‘But you already do enough sleeping as it is!’ He cried but tried his hardest not to move too much in fear of agitating you, knowing firsthand how much you hated your sleep being disrupted. ‘And I can’t help that!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’ve been falling asleep at random ever since Morpheus claimed me as his own. It’s almost as though I’ve suddenly developed narcolepsy or something.’ You were still getting use to your powers that for some reason would backfire now and then, causing you to have bouts of almost narcoleptic episodes where you could just be talking to someone then boom; there you were, fast asleep in the strawberry fields or on the sandy dunes of the lake as though it were the most comfortable place known to man.

It worried to everyone to begin with but upon being claimed, it started to make a lot more sense that whenever you did spontaneously fall asleep, it was easier to be accommodated for; letting you sleep because you were mad cranky when woken prematurely. Connor and Travis learnt that the hard way when for an entire week their dreams consisted of being chased by a very angry humanoid goose, as if being chased by a regular goose wasn’t scary enough. Just one of the few perks of being the child of the god who could morph dreams and enter them however he saw fit.

The subject of your tendency to fall asleep at random was soon dropped entirely as you and Percy went back to watching the movie that was already well within it’s third and final act. Well Percy was, you on the other hand…were fast asleep on his shoulder, uncaring of the crook in the neck that you were surly developing from your uncomfortable position. Percy doesn’t notice until he goes to look at you to make a joke on a certain scene but stopped and the words died on his lips as he stared at you adoringly. ‘Why am I not surprised that you’ve fell asleep. Again.’ He says softly to himself as he watched how your grip on his arm would occasionally tighten as though your dream had taken a tonal shift, only to loosen up and relax not a moment after.

Not that I needed my arm or my shoulder anyways. Percy thought to himself as he tried his absolute hardest to stay still for your benefit but he might as well have asked Medusa to make him into stone instead because he was doing such a shit job at not moving at all. It was almost as if all his limbs had minds of their own as they’d move or his fingers would tap against his thigh impatiently as the movie ended and the credits began to appear on screen; With the remote too far for him to reach without waking you up and nothing else to occupy his restless mind, Percy felt as though he was in his own personal hell and heaven, or fields of punishment and Elysium.

For one, he got to admire you as you slept, completely at peace and safe within his presence as you would oftentimes shuffle further into him, making noises of discontent when you thought you felt him move away and tightening your grip; Something he found undeniably adorable as he watched the twitches in your face and tries to guess what kind of dream you were having based off them. Secondly he desperately wanted to move, his brain was telling him to move, but Percy would rather not risk having an angry human sized goose chasing him in his dreams for the next week because he accidentally woke you prematurely from your nap. He knows you wouldn’t do that but in cases like these, it he’d know it be better to be safe and sure then expect special treatment; which upon retrospect sounded a lot worse then getting chased by a human sized goose.

So Percy allows himself the fate of being your makeshift pillow, though not before pressing a kiss to your head, wishing you the sweetest of dreams before inevitably falling asleep himself as he rested his head atop of yours, crook in his neck be damned.

[dcdreamblog]

Honestly, in all reality the concrete answer has probably been lost to time and tide. The sources we have aren't saying, even when Matt Wagner got access to the entire Dodds estate (even access to the man's dream journals going back to 1938, which is a story in itself) he remains mum on the ending of this particular caper. Which is in itself mysterious for a man so famously detail oriented in his writings. The entire affair is only barely recorded in said journals and most comments are about Crimson Avenger, not The Phantom. Most of the rest of the writing around the dates of the Fair show a personal epiphany Dodds was having about homosexuality. Which is one of the strongest links tying The Phantom's appearance to the Zimmerman case. And I'm loathe to simply hold out hope for us stumbling upon a heretofore totally unknown war journal from Lee Travis' perspective. Even if it did exist, no one alive would know where it is or who it belongs to. Travis' partner Wing How predeceased his mentor during the early days of the Justice League As far as we know those two men were the only souls present for the last moments of the Phantom's rampage and both are more than 25 years deceased. The historian part of me wants to know for sure. But the only "heir" to either estate is Sandy Hawkins. He already let one historian paw through his uncle's archives and if we started rubbing pencils on the pages looking for erased clues he'd have every right to react poorly. The human part of me thinks that if both Wesley Dodds AND Lee Travis thought this particular story should go unwritten, they had good reason.

@terriwriting That's actually a great question. I assume you're thinking of "The Phantom of the Fair" Very mysterious that one. Though he's known as "The First Supervillain" in many respects his actual story is unclear even to this day. I can share what I know though.

This is probably the clearest photo ever taken of the man, from very early on the morning of April 30th, 1939 taken by a photographer from the New York Globe-Leader. The photographer assumed it was some kind of statue only "it" vanished when he went to take a second picture. No one was prepared for what would occur during the opening ceremony conducted by then mayor Fiorello La Guardia

Another photo, this time from the Planet capturing the moment where the Phantom dropped in on La Guardia, causing a panic in the crowd and taking the microphone The Phantom spoke the now famous works "Men and women of New York City—this World's Fair is now declared officially haunted by the Phantom of the Fair!" before vanishing back into the rooftops despite the best efforts of the NYPD

Now you would THINK that he would instantly be marked for arrest but World's Fairs aren't cheap so Mayor La Guardia, in his infinite wisdom, treated the guy like a publicity stunt for the next several days.

A photo of the Phantom taken on the evening of May 3rd, 1939 as a spotlight is pointed up at the building. No attempt is made to apprehend the Phantom It wasn't until the visit of the UK's King George VI and Queen Elizabeth that the Phantom made a move. Somehow "reprogramming" the mechanical marvel Elektro in the other room and sending it to attack the royal couple.

The police escort was caught totally flat footed and the royal couple was nearly smashed beneath the robot's heavy iron boot until...

The appearance of two strange men. One in an inhuman gas mask and the other in a blood red cloak. Courtesy of the Gazette Up until that point "The Sandman" and "The Crimson Avenger" were considered myths, legend, yellow journalism crafted by a New York in the midst of the Great Depression and an organized crime spike. A modern day Spring Heeled Jack. But there they were. Their fight with the rampaging Elektro and the Phantom lasted for upwards of two hours across the interiors and rooftops of the Fair's central buildings. In the end the broken robot was left sprawled across the dance floor of the central hall and the Phantom was nowhere to be found.

Now this one, taken after the defeat of the Phantom by a photographer from the Planet is one of my favorite shots in history. Beneath this picture, a reporter would coin the term "Mystery Man" and it is at that very moment that the age of the superhero is born. The Sandman and The Crimson Avenger had made themselves known as not just specters in the dark but honest to god crime fighters known the world over. This is the photograph that christened an era. Within the next year we would move from "Yellow Journalism" to the foundation of the Justice Society. As for the Phantom, no one really knows what happened to him. but there are two popular theories. The historically attested theory and the one that was unquestioned for the longest time is that The Phantom was a Nazi saboteur attempting to assassinate King George VI on American soul to alienate the two nations and remove a powerful symbol against fascism (possibly attempting to secure the throne for Edward VIII who was more sympathetic to the German cause) In the early 90s however historian Matt Wagner put forward a theory connecting the Phantom to a man named Gerald Zimmerman as the suspect in a series of anti-queer hate crimes that occurred near the fairgrounds in the days leading up to the Fair itself. The crimes, as one can expect of anti-gay killings investigated in the 1930s, were never conclusively solved but circumstantial evidence and modern psychological analysis of the Phantom and Zimmerman gives the theory some legs. As a historian myself, I can't make conclusive proof one way or another. Rest assured the Fairground has LONG since been scoured for every single scrap of proof that might grant us insight one way or the other Perhaps the Phantom was one last Penny Dreadful style unsolved mystery to open the door to a newer age. When these "Mystery Men" would, for once and always, step out of the shadows as the world sat balanced on a knife's edge.

[zeglyth]

current list of journalists who signed this letter:

Caspar Salmon

Sophie Monks Kaufman

Hannah Strong

Hanna Flint

Amon Warmann

Swara Salih

Clarisse Loughrey

Sarah Cook

Katie Smith-Wong

Christina Newland

Kelechi Ehenulo

Helen O’Hara

Leila Latif

Kambole Campbell

Josh Slater-Williams

Savina Petkova

Caitlin Quinlan

Shaheena U

Iana Murray

Ellen E Jones

Charles Bramesco

Juan Barquin

Jourdain Searles

Flavia Dima

Tariq Ra’ouf

Tim Robey

Ellis Lamai

Edward Hong

John Nugent

Patrick Sproull

Kayleigh Donaldson

Callie Petch

Justine Smith

Lillian Crawford

Douglas Greenwood

Kelli Weston

Glenn Kenny

Luke Hicks

Josh Spiegel

Scott Tobias

Matthew Morlai Kamara

Laura Venning

Hugo Emmerzael

Vikram Murthi

Wendy Ide

Brandon Streussnig

Jason Bailey

Jake Cole

Kimber Myers

Lauren Lola

Maryam Ahmad

Isaac Feldberg

Patrick Heidmann

Catherine Bray

Manuela Lazić

Tom Beasley

Charlie Shackleton

Rory O’Connor

Stephen A. Russell

Tom Huddleston

George Fenwick

Leslie Byron Pitt

Max Borg

Leonardo Goi

Jill Vranken

Scott Davis

Sarah Bradbury

Charlie Brigden

Matthew Turner

Linda Marric

Paul Devine

Kat Brown

Ryan Lambie

Freda Cooper

Jordan King

Sean Wilson

Mel Campbell

Jaime Rebanal

Jenna Mahale

Alistair Ryder

Jesse Hassenger

Mike McCahill

Sean Gilman

Jude Blay Yawson

Alex Milan Durie

Jon Lyus

Clint Worthington

Sean T. Collins

Brianna Zigler

Steph Green

Theo Rollason

Soraya Nadia McDonald

Steven Nguyen Scaife

Billie Walker

Jacob Stolworthy

Robert Daniels

Reuben Baron

Scott Renshaw

Jason Adams

Katie Kasperson

Oscar Goff

David Jenkins

Scott Dagostino

Rory Doherty

Jeremy Smith

Federica Battiato

Marya E. Gates

William Goodman

Debopriyaa Dutta

Devin Meenan

Quinn Bilodeau

Jennie Kermode

Sandy Schaefer

David Daut

Courtney Enlow

Sheila O’Malley

Steven Sloss

Andrew F. Pierce

Brian Tallerico

Katherine Rife

Jordan Maison

Anam Abbas

Andy Greene

Lindsey Romain

Fatima Sheriff

Erin Musset

Lex Briscuso

Joel Robinson

Angelica Jade Bastién

Carmen Paddock

Mark Asch

Johanna Griesé

BJ Colangelo

Billie Melissa

Rendy Jones

Vince Mancini

Jannat Suleman

Sabina Stent

Dana Stevens

Daniella Shreir

Ziyad Saadi

Travis Johnson

Cameron Ward

Saffron Maeve

Edward Frumkin

Tommaso Tocci

Lieven Trio

Ben Rosenstock

Yasmine Kandil

Dennis Tracy

Patrick Cremona

Mattie Lucas

Richard Fink

Danielle Ryan

Fiona Underhill

Jessica Scott

Heather Wilson

Keith Phipps

Jaime N. Christley

Ian Wang

Maria Lattila

David Daut

Hannah Wales

Rose Dymock

Nadira Begum

Amelia Emberwing

Erik Anderson

Matt Cipolla

Kyle Turner

David Willoughby

Pepe Ruiloba

Arjun Persaud

Ricardo Gallegos Ramos

Akash Saran

Rebecca Sayce

Clem Bastow

Briony Kidd

Sarah Manvel

[aphroditeinthesea]

can you do connor stoll x reader where the reader got to camp a month ago and they havent talk yet. there personalities are both loud and defined and over time they become really good friends. then they start to realize they like each other as more then friends... but the reader is a child of Poseidon and has to leave with the argo two.

“ i’m such a fool for you ”

connor stoll x daughter of poseidon 🐍

reader comes to terms with feelings for her best friend while trying to deal with the disappearance of her brother

tw none

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Y/N found herself befriending the younger of the Stoll brothers after a prank he had pulled on her only a little after she had arrived at camp. On a morning where her brother had left the cabin early, so she was alone in cabin 3, she found her cabin surrounded by cups of water as she tried to leave. At first she thought she thought this was the dumbest prank to pull on her, after all, she could control water. However, when she tried to empty the cups, the water wouldn't budge. No matter how hard she tried, the cups stayed still, unaffected. She began to panic, wondering if she had somehow lost her powers overnight. So, she grabbed the cup closest to her, just to find that it wasnt water at all, just clear jello.

“Hey, L/N!” she heard called. She looked up to find Connor Stoll standing in front of her, holding a cup identical to the ones that surrounded her, “how’re the water works going?”

She huffed, “Did you two do this?!”

“Actually,” he smiled, “I did this one myself.”

“Good to know,” she watched him take a sip of his cup, “by the way,” she began.

“What?” He asked before his drink was entirely splashed onto his face.

“You're cleaning this up, Stoll.”

Despite her initial annoyance, she had to admit the cleverness of it. She only wished she could find a way to return the favor.

Which she did, as she was somehow able to get Travis on board. During a game of capture the flag, she snuck back to camp and hid in the Hermes cabin, where after the game, while everyone was still celebrating the winning team, Travis would tell Connor they needed to talk in private.

She watched Connor follow behind his brother as they walked in, “dude, is it something serious or like-” Before he could finish, a puddle of water that had been floating above him, poured down like a rainstorm.

“So,” Y/N laughed, walking over to him, “how’re the water works going for you?”

He wiped his eyes, “good one, L/N,” he sarcastically sighed.

She nodded, beginning to walk out of the cabin, “by the way, thanks for the help, Travis!”

“You helped her?!” She could hear Connor exclaim on the other side of the door as she giggled to herself.

The joy of her revenge was short lived though. The day after, she found her older brother to be missing.

She sat on the sandy beach, asking her father for help, but hearing nothing in response. She tried to calm her anxieties by drawing circles in the sand.

“Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice call from behind her.

She took a deep breath before forcing a smile and turning her head, “hey, Stoll.”

“I heard about your brother,” he sat down next to her.

She nodded, “yeah, I’m sure he’s fine, but still…”

He bit his cheek, “you know, if you weren't all upset and everything, I would have totally gotten you back for yesterday.”

She chuckled, “You’d really start a prank war with me?”

“You bet,” he smirked.

“Try me.”

So then on, the only thing that could cheer her up through the months that her brother was missing was the same person who annoyed her most. Or so she said.

“Seems like Annabeth’s pretty stressed about that one shoe boy, huh?” Connor mentioned as they walked through the forest.

“Yeah,” Y/N answered. She didn't want to admit how hopeful she was about the prophecy. She was sure there were lots of demigods who could lose a shoe, gods know she has plenty of times.

“Pretty embarrassing for him though,” he joked, “you get back to camp after months and you're a mess.”

“Connor,” she spoke as she stopped walking.

He paused, “yeah?”

“I know it’s not gonna be my brother,” she added, “I just know. And I really just don't wanna think about it right now.”

He nodded, “oh, sorry,” he awkwardly responded, “but you gotta admit, it’d be embarrassi-”

She grabbed a stick off the ground and poked him in the side, “shut up.”

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed his own stick, “make me.”

“You!” She yelled, trying to stab him with the stick again, but he instead began running.

He ran backwards, looking back at her, “you have to admit, I’m pretty fast.”

“You're such an idiot!”

“What do you mean-” he asked right before slamming his back into a tree.

Y/N cackled as she reached him, “that’s what I mean,” she smirked, poking him with the stick.

“Kick me while I’m down, that’s real nice.”

She smiled and helped pull him up. She lingered her grip on his hand for a little too long before letting go, but she noticed his hand not even budge enclosed in her fingers. They both awkwardly stayed silent for a moment, feeling like there was something on the tip of their tongues that they both wanted to say.

“Y/N!” Annabeth’s voice rang through the forest. Annabeht stopped as she stared at the two of them, “Y/N, he’s here, come on.”

Y/N nodded, “right,” she began walking towards Annabeth, “see you later, Connor,” she waved.

He stood still for a moment, “bye.”

She walked alongside Annabeth, trying to shake the feeling in her chest.

“Let me get this straight,” Connor questioned. He was in the middle of training with Y/N when she told him about the plan, “you’re going to the Roman camp with Annabeth, Jason, Piper, and Leo?”

She nodded, resting her sword down, “yeah.”

He shook his head, “you can't just go like that, L/N.”

“What?” She breathily laughed, not believing what he had just said, “it’s my brother, I have to go with them.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, “but that’s- what am I supposed to do with that?”

“You have friends other than me,” she replied, “this isn't about you, Connor.”

He sat down on a nearby bench, “I know but…”

She sat next to him, “but?”

“Y/N,” he egan, “I’ve been really wanting to tell you something and I can’t yet.”

She nudged his shoulder, “you're my best friend, Connor. Come on, hit me.”

He sighed, “you're really going?”

“Yes,” she muttered, “now, will you just tell me?”

He stood up, “can we talk somewhere else?”

“Alright,” she obliged. He suddenly grabbed her hand and led her away. She might’ve said something if she didn't enjoy the feeling of his hand in hers so damn much. When he walked into her empty cabin she knew whatever he had to say was important.

He hesitantly let go of her hand, “Y/N, I- uhm- I really, really like you,” he whispered, “I get that you have a lot going on right now, but-”

She smirked, grabbing his face and kissing his lips. She couldn't tell how long this went on. All she knew was that he immediately relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding her waist to pull her closer to him. She knew that she could feel his lips curled into a smile that mirrored her own.

When they pulled away, their faces were still only centimeters apart and a trail of saliva reached between their lips, “I kinda like you too, Stoll.”

He just smiled even more, quickly pulling her into another kiss.

[anakinskywalker-and-theolympians]

Sand pits-Walker!Percy Jackson x f!reader

Warnings/Notes: Slight mention of trama for a few seconds, Spoilers for Mark of Athena, established relationship, tripping into holes(if that bothers you steer clear), flufffff(fr tho), Stoll brother pranks🥺

Summary: Percy takes reader for a walk on the beach at camp on their 2 year anniversary. Takes place way after HOO. Percy and reader are 19 and 20.

A/N: bare with me where, I don't write to often, hence the current lack of skill some of ya'll have😔. I was also writing this as well as writing a D&D campaign so you could only guess how absolutely scattered my brain is. Not proof read

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Sunny. Just how it was the day Percy asked you to be his girlfriend. Officially, that is, because before you two got together, you guys had spent lots of time together, held hands, and exchanged "friendly" kisses on the cheek and lips. Maybe it was denial? Or perhaps just obliviousness? You weren't sure, but more than two years later, it was all worth it.

"Beautiful day today.." You say with a warm smile as you hold Percy's hand, walking along the sandy shore of the cold lake.

"Just like the one when I asked you to be my girlfriend," Percy responds with a smile. He looked so happy, walking with you along the shore, blonde hair blowing in the soft breeze. Despite his happy smile and bright face, his body looked tense. Most of the time, You'd overlook it as him being sore from training or sleeping funny, but this wasn't either.

"Percy, are you alrig-" Your sentence gets cut off when you suddenly fall into what seemed to be a hole. You let out a quiet yelp as you fell into the hole quite far down. Your hand slips from Percy's as you fall to the bottom.

Suddenly, a flash of a few years ago floods your brain. When you fell into Tartarus. But you had Percy then now you were just fallin-

Your body hits the bottom of the hole with a thud. You look up and see Percy's slightly worried but amused face as he sees you in the hole. The hole wasn't deep. Maybe three or four feet. But when you fell in, it felt like time froze, leaving you back in Tartarus again.

You breathe heavily, panting since you hit the bottom so hard the wind got knocked out of you.

"Y/N! Are you okay!" Percy calls out as he falls to his knees, reaching into the hole to grab your hand and help you stand.

"Yeah... I'm alright..." You say as Percy pulls you out and pulls you into his arms.

"Good... You had me worried there... Your eyes... Your eyes had the same look from when we fell into Tartarus..." Percy says as he holds you tightly against him and kisses your hair softly. "Either way, I got you now...." Percy says as he pulls you away from the hole.

When Percy pulled you into his arms, you felt safe immediately. No matter where you were, Percy was always your safe space, especially in Tartarus.

"Thank you, Percy," You say as you pull away and smile at him. He gladly smiles and pecks your lips softly before intertwining his fingers with yours before walking again. "I also think that was Travis and Connor's doing." You say with a soft chuckle. Percy nods, smiling, putting his other hand in the pant's pocket.

The two of you kept walking down the beach, completely forgetting what had just happened and enjoying the time you were spending together. As you reach the further part of the beach, Percy clears his throat.

"So, um, Y/N?" He says as he stops walking and faces you.

"Yes, Percy?" You respond and look up at him, smiling.

"I need to ask you something important.." He says nervously, his hand still in his pocket.

"Yes..?" You respond, slightly worried.

He pulls something out of his pocket and goes on one knee. "Y/N, I've loved you since I laid my eyes on you. Whether I realized it at the moment or not, I knew you were the one I'd always love unconditionally. As we've grown closer together, I've really realized that I want to spend every moment of my dying breath with you. Y/N M/N L/N, will you marry me?"

[blondebrainpowered]

WKRP in Cincinnati - Pilot episode on September 18, 1978 

Dr. Johnny Fever awakens from the dead.

[theswarmkeeper]

alexandra ‘sandy’ lykaios ✶ member of the ‘wolf pack’

shauna glanced towards the trio of girls that always followed in her footsteps, waiting for a command, the eyes beneath their masks following the girl currently doing her best to get a headstart on her death. “be good dogs and fetch us our meal. it's getting away.”

✶ cheerleader turned enforcer of the antler queen's rule, one of shauna's most devout followers. always found with the other cheerleaders, adriana and harper.

✶ volunteered to be apart of a small team of cheerleaders accompanying the girls to nationals- the school didn't want to send the whole squad- ended up being one of only three that even offered.

✶ originally a ‘morale booster’ for the group, trying to keep everyone's spirits high as they waited for rescue, then while they starved, and then as they were forced to turn to more extreme measures to survive.

✶ sandy naturally gravitates towards power, a cheer captain, a popular girl, a prophet, a butcher, a queen. she's at her best when she's being told what to do, and whatever the order, she'll fulfill it.

✶ it's tough watching a sweet- only slightly sarcastic- girl turn into something bitter and hardened, but the wilderness shapes people into what it desires, sharp and cruel and animalistic.

✶ they become the wolf pack when they first don their wolf pelts and masks during the first hunt, matching outfits calling back to cheer uniforms, and their inseparability. they're not fully apart of that hunt, staying behind to keep travis from interfering.

✶ as time goes on, it becomes harder to tell her apart from the other cheerleaders, as they begin wearing their wolf-masks more and more often, eventually sandy puts it on, and it doesn't come back off.

born from the realisation that there are not enough ‘evil/savage’ yj ocs, the wolf pack were created with @tsoudeluxe and @xxwhateverxx23 !! go check out their girls when you have the chance :]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[kn-1013]

been recently coming up with this sally face au where the cult is still there, except like in real life, what they believe in is bullshit. there's no magic, because magic isn't real, they're just batshit, and the main focus of the story involves the sally gang + travis taking them down with the help of the FBI or something for all those murders.

jim johnson went into witness protection after witnessing the murders of greg, stacy and megan, which is why he isn't there. sandy was murdered by charley after stealing the book from the cult years later when sal moved in. rosenberg is the only survivor of that group that tried to take the cult down and has since lost hope of ever taking them down. terrance addison's entire family was murdered by the cult, and he's become severely agoraphobic as a result.

the ghosts are real, but they can't do much except tell their stories in the hopes that they'll be able to eventually move on. they tell their stories to the sally gang, who work on trying to piece together a timeline of events + evidence to send off and take the cult down.

when travis turns 18 and his father starts really indoctrinating him, he talks with the sally gang and agrees to help them take the cult down by joining and being their inside man, and they keep evidence of the cult's deeds in the secure shed-thing in the backyard of the college house.

when the cult gets taken down, jim johnson is able to come back and explain why he left, and travis and madeline testify against their father in court, betraying their sister mary, and throwing a number of prominent nockfellians into jail.

i like to keep travis as a middle child, so i'm imagining that when this is all done, he ends up having to take care of madeline through the rest of her high school days while they're living on their own now, getting insane amounts of therapy/exit counseling.

i don't know if i have the energy to write an entire fic for this but i'd really like to explore the idea, especially if other people are interested/willing to engage.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

I read the cookie virus au by anxietymonstrr on TikTok and Twitter.

And I decided, "What if there was a multi crossover au, where crossover from many shows got caught up in this cookie outbreak?" So here we are.

Survivors:

1.MLP

.Rainbow Dash

.Applejack

.Rarity

.Fluttershy

.Shining Armor

.Spike

.Applebloom

.Sweetie Belle

.Scootaloo

.Lyra

.Doctor Hooves

.Zecora

.Starlight Glimmer

.Smolder

.Gallus

.Snips

2.Bluey

.Bluey Heeler

.Mort Cattle

.Radley Heeler

.Frisky Heeler

.Judo

.Wendy

.Snickers' Dad

.Winton

.Cornelius

.The Terriers

.The Terriers' Mum

.Rusty

.Rusty's Dad

.Dusty

.Pat

.Chucky

.Jack

.Jack's Mum

.Lila

.Rover Cattle(my oc that supposed to be Brandy's son)

.Juniper

.Indie

.Indie's mum

3.Adventure Time

.Finn

.Jake

.Cherry Cream Soda

.Princess Bubblegum

.Marceline

.Fool

.Moon

.Empress

.Hierophant

.Vampire King

.Flame Princess

.Lemongrab

.Sweet Pea

4.Helluva Boss

.Blitzø

.Loona

.Mallory(my head cannon oc of Moxxie and Millie's child, based on a dream I had where Millie decided to keep the baby and it looked like a female version of Moxxie)

.Mrs. Mayberry

.Sallie May

.Fizz

.Stolas

.Octavia

.Vortex

.Verosika Mayday

.Coco

.Josh

.Kiki

.Andrew

.Gigi

5.Hazbin Hotel

.Charlie

.Vaggie

.Alastor

.Husk

.Velvette

.Vox

.Zestial

.Carmilla

.Clara

.Odette

6.Animal Crossing

.Tom Nook

.Timmy

.Tommy

.Isabelle

.Mabel

.Sable

.Label

.C.J

.Daisy Mae

.Whitney

.Boomer

.Biff

.Merengue

.Phoebe

.Henry

.Elvis

.Bangle

7.Spongebob

.Mr.Krabs

.Mrs.Puff

.Pearl

.Gary

.Plankton

.Sandy

.Larry

8.Gravity Falls

.Dipper

.Mabel

.Stanford

.Stanley

.Wendy

.Soos

.Sheriff Blubs

.Debuty Durland

.Melody

9.Regular Show

.Benson

.Eileen 

.Carter

.Briggs

.Hilary

.Margaret

.Pam

10.Sonic the hedgehog

.Sonic

.Shadow

.Blaze

.Vanilla

.Cheese

.Chocolate

.Eggman

.Rouge

.Knuckles

.Charmy

.Espio

.Tangle

.Storm

.Silver

Smiling infecteds

1.MLP

. Diamond Tiara

.BonBon

.Granny Smith

.Derpy

.Cheese Sandwich

.Flitter

.Pipsqueak

.Cherry Fizzy

.Yona

.Silverstream

.Thunderlane

.Sunburst

2.Bluey

.Chilli Heeler

.Bandit Heeler

.Bingo Heeler

.Chris Heeler

.Stripe Heeler

.Trixie Heeler

.Lulu

.Digger

.Snickers

.Snickers' Mum

.Chloe

.Lucky

.Calypso

.Daisy

.Buddy

3.Adventure Time

.Betty

.LSP

.Gunter

.Peppermint Butler

.Turtle Princess

.Abracadaniel

.Tree Trunks

.Mr.Pig

.Wildberry Princess

.Breakfast Princess

.Fern

.Boobafina

.Charlie

4.Helluva Boss

.Millie

.Stella

.Apple

.Wally Wackford

.Keenie

.Loopy Goopty

.Lyle Lipton

.Emberlynn Pinkle

.Vikki

.Vassago

.Chaz

.Kat

.Oliver

5.Hazbin Hotel

.Angel Dust

.Nifty

.Cherri Bomb

.Mimzy

.Travis

.Fat Nuggets

.Razzle

.Dazzle

.Rosie

.Missi Zilla

6.Animal Crossing

.Blathers

.Celeste

.Flick

.Poppy

.Sherb

.Audie

.Frett

.Shari

.Axel

.Bree

.Eugene

.Reese

.Dr.Shrunk

7.Spongebob

.Squidward

.Mermaid Man

.Margaret

.Harold

.Craig Mammalton

.Granny Tentacles

.Judy

.Billy

.Narlene

8.Gravity Falls

.Pacifica

.Gideon

.Abuelita

.Grenda

.Jeff

.Shmebulock

.Davey

9.Regular show

.Mordecai

.Rigby

.Stef

.C.J

.Muscle Man

.Coffe Bean

.Peggy

10.Sonic the Hedgehog

.Tails

.Amy

.Vector

.Jet

.Sally

.Pearly

.Marine

.Ray

.Rotor

Frowning infecteds

1.Mlp

.Silver Spoon

.Big Macintosh

.Cloud Chaser

.Button Mash

.Octavia

.Comet Tail

.Soarin

.Sandbar

.Ocellus

.Minuette

.Vinyl Scratch

.Carrot Top

2.Bluey

.Brandy Cattle

.Bob Heeler

.Socks Heeler

.Rusty's Mum

.Jack's Dad

.Janelle

.Honey

.Marcus

.Coco

.Bella(Coco's mum)

.Mackenzie

.Juniper's mum

.Juniper's brother

3.Adventure Time

.Melissa

.Ice King

.Rap Bear

.Lady Ranicorn

.Slime Princess

.Little Dude

.Jermaine

.Flying Lettuce Brothers

.TV

.Viola

4.Helluva Boss

.Moxxie

.Ace

.Andrealphus

.Milky

.Martha

.Opal

.Barbie Wire

.Tim

.Collin

.Cash Buckso

5.Hazbin Hotel

.Crymimi

.Arackniss

.Helsa von Eldritch

.Katie Killjoy

.Egg Bois

6.Animal Crossing

.Cyrus

.Mitzi

.Genji

.Agnes

.Wolfgang

.Mathilda

.Hans

.Pinky

.Drago

.Digby

.Gracie

.Phyllis

7.Spongebob

.Spongebob

.Barnacle Boy

.Bubble Bass

.Sam

.Betsy Krabs

.Fred

.Tom

8.Gravity Falls

.Beardy

.Candy

.Robbie

.Shandra

.Preston

.Priscilla

.Tambry

9.Regular Show

.Starla

.Lazy Dave

.Manny

.Mr.Maellard

.Celia

.Denise

.Doug

10.Sonic the Hedgehog

.Sticks

.Mighty

.Wave

.Rough

.Tumble

.Akhlut

.Big

.Whisper

Dead characters

1.Mlp

.Berry Punch

.Written Script

.Merry May

.Lemon Hearts

.Meadow Song

.Snails

.Flash Sentry

2.Bluey

.Unicorse

.Jeremy

.Maynard

3.Adventure Time

.Mr.Fox

.Rootbeer Guy

.Raggedy Princess

.Mrs.Cow

.Tiffany

.King of Ooo

.Toronto

4.Helluva Boss

.Crimson

.Striker

.Glitz

.Glam

.Cleetus

.Shrimp

.Dennis

.Ronaldo

.Paimon

.Robin

5.Hazbin Hotel

.Henroin

.Valentino

.Tom Trench

.Dia

.Frederick von Eldritch

.Baxter

6.Animal Crossing

.Sarah

.Leif

.Pascal

.Coach

.Elise

.Beardo

.Jambette

.Ricky

.Cashmere

.Olaf

.Twiggy

7.Spongebob

.Patrick

.Dirty Bubble

.Frank

.Perch Perkens

.Squilliam Fancyson

8.Gravity Falls

.Thompson

.Lee

.Nate

.Carson

.Steve

.Gabe

.Fiddleford McGucket

9.Regular show

.Muscle Bro

.Buttonwillow McButtonwillow

.Chuck

.Kessler

.Gene

10.Sonic the hedgehog

.Cream

.Doctor Starline

.Kip

.Clutch

.Surge

.Max

Characters who are immune

1.Mlp

.Princess Celestia

.Princess Luna

.Princess Cadence

.Twilight Sparkle

.Flurry Heart

.Discord

.Terek

.Pinkie Pie

2.Bluey

.Muffin Heeler

3.Adventure Time

.Prismo

.Cosmic Owl

.Life

.Death

.Glob, Grob, Gob, and Grod

.Golb

.Hudson Abadeer

.Life Giving Magus

.Bmo

.Neptr

.Kim Kil Whan

.Jake Jr

4.Helluva Boss

.Satan

.Beelzebub

.Mammon

.Asmodeus

.Leviathan

.Belphegor

5.Hazbin Hotel

.Lucifer

.Lilith

.Lute

.Adam

.St.Peter

.Emily

.Sarah

.God

6.Animal Crossing

.Wisp

.Jack

.Blanca

.Coco

.Cephelabot

.Sprocket

.Ribbot

7.Spongebob

.Neptune

.Amphitrite

.Triton

.Mindy

.The Flying Dutchman

.Karen

8.Gravity Falls

.Bill Cipher

.Pyronica

.Time Baby

.Keyhole

.8 Ball

.Teeth

.Xanthar

9.Regular Show

.Pops

.Skips

.High Five Ghost

.Gary

.Every God character

.Death

10.Sonic the hedehog

.Infinite

.Metal Sonic

.Belle

.Omega

.Orbot

.Cubot

[gaybae1021]

Doodle page!

Individuals and context under cut

Silly werewolf Aphra design, following my werewolf design rules. So I guess it’s the dark timeline where she married and was turned by Fenrir. Kept the husky influence but went for a sandy husky to match her vibe better.

Wolf and human Khira design

Playing with the idea that Travis goes back to his natural hair and eye color later in the series

Lucinda and Bigglesworth enjoying a cold one

Just Zane, because his sleeves are a pain and I needed to practice. He ended up a bit bobble headed lol

Gene design, switched up his hairline to match Dante’s

Teenage Garroth and Nicole having a nice moment. They both think the engagement is bullshit, but they do actually get along. And hey, it’s lonely being a royal kid.