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Ghostbsuter's Masterlist!

Every prompt and idea (outside of the multiple parts: section) is free to use! Have fun. Feel free to credit me as well when you do.

Got a prompt yourself? Drop it into my inbox! Chatting is fine too, haha.

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Multiple parts:

Batclan and Catband

Selina is Danny's mom, recently got engaged to Bruce, and now they're meeting!

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine | #the house of Constantine and Nightingale have infinite beef

Batman called for help.

Now, with Phantom's help and Constantines, they might have a chance. If only he knew those two were rivals and enemies in terms of dark houses.

[ chapters: 1 | ] [ao3] (soon!)

[ snippets: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

[ chap 1 snap-shot ]

Wonder MOM

Danny is a godling, born from the stars and son of Diana. Batman rescued him from abduction, and that's how the JL finds out about the son of WW.

[ part 1 ]

Twins, minus the Demon

Demon Twins Au, Damian and Danyal are the sons of the bat, demon and cat.

Implied and referenced past/current Bruce/Selina/Talia throuple.

[ part 1 ]

Magicians way

Danny is the son of Zatanna and John, member of the Young Just us and well... sometimes things don't go as planned.

[ part 1 | 1/4 ]

Team effort

Danny is a member of the Teen Titans!

[ part 1 | part 2 soon! ]

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Stand alones:

Birthday present (read the reblogs!) | (Martian appreciation)

High on fear (read the reblogs!) | (ghosts really like emotions)

Joker's Jr. or not? | (danny being the son of joker and harley)

He's Danny | (Joker's Jr. or not? continuation)

Titan missing! | (phantom is teen titans member and amity got kidnapped)

Wingman | (steph x sam)

Dog-napped | (cujo at it again ft. baby assassin)

One way to crush | (Dani crushing on Lian)

Speed running romance | (Dick x Jazz x Babs)

The Fries | (Nora going ghost)

Arson and consequences | (Roy!!)

Babysitting trouble | (baby yeti outside!)

Visitation | (Sam and young justice)

Syn eclipse | (being chased)

Elephant | (beast boy trolling)

Sibling rivalry | (just dan and danny things)

Team Bonding!!! | (JL + Danny get kidnapped)

Halloween skull | (supersons)

Young Justice Dark | (JLD + their own Jr.)

Actor au | (Team Phantom)

Human born | (Zatanna)

Death defying (not the ship) | (undying)

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Bats!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Bats.

College student shaped stray | (dami befriends teen dad danny)

Mom!cass | (time shenanigans end with conspiracy theories)

Calico (read the reposts!) | (nighttime activities as family bonding)

Paranoia | (bonding activity between Duke and Danny)

Harsh truth | (the plans start the moment Ra's fell)

Meta-child | (dick centric)

Villain magnet | (just danny being danny)

Sweet revenge | (danny and bruce)

Diplomatic immunity | (danny in gotham)

Little Brother | (Danny is a drake)

Another Cain | (Danny Cain)

Buying your own mercenary! | (Danny in his deadpool arc)

Grayson's stray | (one police officer picks up a kid)

Robin manifestation!Danny | (child of gotham)

Governmental shit that is (read the reblogs!) | (dead tired)

1 (+3) new child | (scooby doo but its Danny-Johnny-Kitty-Ember and shadow)

Cell buddies | (Dami and Danny)

Its not a habit | (Tim and danny)

Keeping up with the waynes | (wes theories and denial)

Straying Twins | (demon twins)

Bat plans | (robin needs a new buddy)

Mantles | (cass prepares)

How to spot | (night shift bats)

Apologies | (timetravel is a great plot)

Play along! | (Agnes and Beatrice)

Spoiler alert! | (steph and danny)

Infiltration | (dick and danny)

Doubled | (talia and danny)

Strange animal | (damian)

Left and collected | (everlasting trio + baby tim)

Please leave | (he won't leave)

Annoyance at Patrol | (Red Hood shenanigans)

Catnapped | (Red Hood shenanigans ||)

Time anomaly | (Jason Todd and Danny)

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WONDER W

Prompts and snippets with the one and only! Wonder Woman!

Spiderman meme | (featuring Dani and Diana)

Demigods (read the reblogs!) | (fake it till u make it)

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SUPERS

Prompts and snippets with the local superfam

Metropolis | (hiding)

Twitter beef | (ft. Superman)

Super representative | (confused Clark kent)

New kid dropped | (they're so confused)

Fake it till u make it | (Jon dug his grave)

Civilian life | (danny is just trying to live)

School way | (Jon and Danny meet!)

Clone Club covers | (kon jumps in as elle)

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SPEEDSTERS!!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Speedsters.

Bart & Danny | timetraveler & immortal (read the reposts!)

Bart & Danny | playdates

Barry & Danny | Found family via Villain

Bart/Danny | Crushing

Bart & Danny | displaced

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Godly shenanigans | #Billy and Danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes

Prompts and snippets of Billy and Danny trying to survive in the world of adults.

JL's own trouble kids

Double the trouble

Pranksters in disguises

Grounded

Challenge

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Anything with Connie

Prompts and snippets of various ways of Danny interacting with John Constantine.

Troubled and Dad shaped

Imprisoned but not dead?

Breaking in

Hell adventures

Zones

Rush hour

He when (head wanted, not alive)

Haunted menace

Nail polish

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 9 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 28.5

Chapter 28

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May get somewhat dark here. If you don't know much about the Crones, you really do not want to fuck around with them. Take from someone who has played the game.

Johnny led Aemma towards the path that was decorated in what appeared to be sweets. As Aemma and the godling got closer to their destination, the place where the Crones resided, a sense of foreboding started to dwell within the princess. There was something off about this place, and if it was enough to make a grown dragon run off in terror, if it was enough to make Cirillia all but abandoned her rider, Aemma was not sure what to expect. She wondered if a place like could make her father's dragon Caraxes or even Vhagar flee in fear. If Balerion was still alive, would the Black Dread have dare to set foot or wing where the Ladies of the Wood resided...or would any of those dragons have just merely burned this place till there was nothing left but burning ash.

Johnny suddenly stopped in the middle of the path, "this is as far as I go," he announces before further pleading with the Targaryen princess, "it's not too late to turn back, Aemma. If the Ladies are expecting you, it can't be for anything good."

Aemma had thought about it for a moment. Whatever was up ahead, it was silently calling out to her. Even if these Ladies were expecting her, if they had something planned for her, she could very well be walking into a trap. Nevertheless, Aemma had no other leads to go on, and she was determined to ask her questions. "I have to do this," she tells the godling.

Johnny sighed, knowing the danger the princess was about to walk into, "follow the rest of the trail," he directs, "there is a cottage in the middle, that's where the Crones reside. Be careful, Aemma." Aemma nods and takes a deep breath before continuing on her journey. During this time, she kept telling herself she was a dragon, and nothing scared her...except that was a lie. Her own dragon fled without her because she was clearly scared, what good would this mantra do for her in this situation?

Once finding herself in what seemed to a small, abandoned village, Aemma cautiously looked around, finding the cottage in the center as Johnny had said. The door to the cottage slowly opened, and a light from a single candle shined inside. It was almost like fate, or more rather, these Crones really had been expecting her and were beckoning, almost tempting her to step inside and test her fate. Aemma knew she turn back at this point, but if she did she would never find what she was looking for.

As Aemma step closer towards the entrance, she could her breath became shallow and her chest start to compress from the anxiety that started to creep inside. Looking back, Aemma took a closer look at the trees, and saw there were strings of severed ears decorating them. Human ears, she realized, covered in dry blood. What was this place?

Aemma shook her head, turning back and trying to shake the image out of her mind. She felt a certain sense of shame in this; dragons do not fear blood, but how could she even live up to that reputation when this whole place was reeking of fear?

She stepped inside, trying to keep her breaths even as she took a look of her surroundings. There was silence at first...deathly, unnatural silence.

It was becoming unsettling, when a howling wind sent a chill up her spine and slammed the door behind her. Aemma's eyes widen and she quickly scans the place before directing her attention to a tapestry in front of her as more candles lit up. It depicted three women in raggedy and provocative clothing. The one in the middle held a basket in one hand and a knife in the other. The women in the tapestry seemed to have blood splattered in different places on their bodies. The way they were positioned, it seemed something akin to a ritual.

Aemma wondered if this were the Crones, the beings who could answer her questions. Hushed whispers were heard, startling the princess. Aemma looked at the tapestry again, wondering if the whispers were coming from there. She squinted at the tapestry, trying to make sense of it when a harsh, high pitch voice spoke, "what are gawking at, girl?!"

Aemma jumped back, containing a yelp from spilling out of her mouth, though she failed to let out a gasp in surprise. "You...you," she pointed, "it's..." "Use your words, girl," another voice spoke, this one being a little softer but not any less scary, "speak."

Aemma's eyes widen when she realized the voices were coming from the tapestry. She stood straight and spoke back, "I wish to speak to the Cr- the Ladies of the Wood," she says. "You come to the right place," a third voice confirms, "you wish to see the Ladies. You're looking right at them." Aemma tilted her head slightly as she gazed at the tapestry, "are...are you in the tapestry? Is it a curse?" "Rest assure, girl, we fall no victim to curses," the first voice called Weavess answers, "We cast them." "We have been expecting you," the second voice, Brewess says as Aemma approaches the tapestry, "we have been expecting you for quite some time."

"How?" Aemma asks them. "The omens told us," the third voice Whispess speaks, "a girl of silver blonde hair and violet eyes, astride a gold and black she-dragon would come to this place. From a far away land." "A girl who comes with questions," Weavess speaks with a knowing tone, "questions that no one can answer."

"I...do have questions," Aemma confirms. "Well then, ask away," Brewess coaxes. "But none too many, girl," Whispess warns, "We've not all day, nor we the patience." Aemma look back at the closed door, certain she heard something running amok outside. She brushed it off as best she could and turned back towards the tapestry.

"What can you tell me of a woman that was known as the Lady of Larks?"

There was silence. Aemma holding her breath as she started to wonder what the Crones were going to say to her. She was starting to have doubts that these beings knew anything at all.

"Blood," Weavess hisses, "the blood child, give us some of your blood." "And only then shall we reveal all," Whispess adds.

Aemma was hesitant at first. She looked down to see the dagger attached to her side. She slowly took the dagger and unsheathed it, then looked to her palm. She took a deep breath. Dragons do not fear blood, she says to herself, hoping that would at least hold for what she was about to do. She took the dagger and slid it across her palm, wincing as she did do. Blood seeped from the cut. Aemma wasn't sure what to do next, so she took a step closer to the tapestry and smeared her blood against it. The material felt strange to her, it felt like that of human hair.

The blood absorbed into the tapestry, disappearing in mere seconds.

The Crones made certain noises right after, "oohhhhh, delicious." Weavess moans, "delicious blood." "The blood of Old Valyria," Whispess says, like she recognized the taste, "so rare and so...divine." "We've not tasted blood like this in so long," Brewess adds, "not since our services were required for blood magics." "There is something else," Weavess speaks up, "something about this blood. It is mixed. It is...unlike anything we have ever tasted."

Aemma frowned a bit, not quite understanding what the Crones were implying from their statements, "can you tell me about my moth- uh, the Lady of Larks now?" she asks, feeling agitated at this point.

"Ah, yes, the Lady Lark," Weavess begins, "the woman from the Continent who traversed the Sea to lands far away." "Poor, poor thing," Whispess laments, "mother and daughter separated by the a narrow strip of water. Fighting with the fiber of being to return to her beloved child." "Stolen away from what was once her home, from the man she loved," Brewess says, "by a dragon." "A wrym red as blood," Weavess adds. "That's...that's Caraxes," Aemma realizes, "wait, did you say stolen?"

"You do not know?" Weavess asks, tone of surprise in her voice, "surely the father would have said something." "My, my, secrets in a family are never good," Brewess says, "what other secrets lurk in the House of the Dragon."

Aemma was confused by this information; this went against what bother sides of her family have told her about her mother, whether it was her father telling her that the Lady was Larks was stolen away by the White Wolf, or her aunt and uncle implying her mother left willing with the witcher.

She wanted to ask more, but the sudden lurking sounds she heard from outside the cottage caught her attention. Aemma had a feeling she was not going to be able to ask all her questions, so she decided to move on to the one she needed to have confirmed.

"My mother- the Lady of Larks. Is she alive?" "The Lady of Larks resides in another world, one of death and darkness and ice," Weavess answers, "the White Frost consumes all, no one can hide from it." "The White Frost will be upon us," Brewess says, "the Seed that bursts into flame shall determine the fate of this world." "That doesn't answer my question," Aemma huffs, "is Lady Lark alive?"

"...the Lady of Larks runs with the Wild Hunt," Whispess tells the princess, "she runs astride a black stallion. Her final fate in unknown to us. Only she who carries the Elder Blood in her veins can save her now."

Aemma suddenly thought back to what Helaena had said before absentmindedly, of a Lark running with the Hunt...with the Wolf. However, her cousin had said only the Swallow could save the Lark from her fate.

Aemma was going to ask more questions, but the lurking, menacing sounds were becoming louder and more apparent outside. The fear creeping up inside her, Aemma couldn't stand being in this place anymore. She was beginning to realize now why Cirillia was so adamant to get away from here.

"Uh...I am grateful for what information you could give me," Aemma says, slowly backing away from the tapestry, "but I should be going now. I must go find my mother now. Farewell."

Aemma quickly runs to the door. "What is your hurry, girl. Stay awhile," Brewess insists as Aemma tries to open the door, but it turned out to be locked. "It is rude after all to snub one's hospitality," Whispess agrees as the candles blew out from the wind.

The door suddenly barged opened, and inside stepped a hulking, ugly creature stepped in. Basket covering the face, torn rags covering the body, with barely the upper torso. Eyes wide, Aemma backs away. "It would be unbecoming of gracious hosts to send a guest on her way before we tend to her injuries," the creature's voice says, which Aemma recognized to be the voice of Brewess. Two more of these beings appeared, slightly smaller, but no less ugly and rotting looking. These were the Ladies from the tapestry, Aemma realized. The Crones.

Aemma back away, daring not to say anything concerning the Crones' appearance, "I'm not hurt," she assures, reaching for her dagger.

"You took quite a fall off your dragon," Weavess says, gesturing to Aemma's scraped need, "wounds like that can fester and become infected." "The blood of Old Valyria must be preserved," Whispess says, "as must that of the Elder Blood."

Before Aemma could say anything or ask what that meant, Weavess took a handful of powder and blew towards Aemma, causing the princess to fall into a deep sleep.

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In Aemma's next dream, she found herself in some muddy village. She didn't know where it was exactly, but she had a feeling it was still somewhere in the village.

Once again, Aemma could not be seen by anyone walking through the village, and once again the man in the center of it all was that of the White Wolf, astride a chestnut mare, rain soaked and keeping a cloak over his head. Behind him on the saddle was some kind of creature under a bloodied sheet.

The scene blurred.

The village was near empty, almost deserted, save for a group of men that confronted the witcher, weapons in hand. Each man came at the white hair witcher one at a time, each one struck down in mere seconds.

A girl's scream caught the man's attention, and he turned to see a woman with a dagger pressed close to a girl's throat, threatening to slit it open should the witcher try anything. The witcher spoke, but Aemma could not hear what he was saying, nor could she hear what the woman was saying back to him.

She could see the look on the witcher's face when the woman came at him with her sword. The look on his face told Aemma this was something he didn't want to. The fight lasted for some time, until the Wolf got his sword pressed at the woman's neck, urging her to yield.

Aemma waited in anticipation, wondering what was going to happen next.

But she was suddenly pulled from the scene right as she witnessed the witcher stick a dagger through the woman's throat.

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"Does the girl sleep?" "Like a lamb." "No point dawdling sisters. The cauldron bubbles. The table is set. Let's get on with it." "We cannot." "Valyrian blood runs deep within her. The blood of the Dragon. The Conqueror. He who dreamed the Song of Ice and Fire." "Blood tainted with that of the traitoress. The Elder Blood."

Aemma moaned somewhat as she started to come to. She could hear the witches, the Crones talking in the other room. She tried to sit up, but noticed her hands and legs were bound. As quick as she could, she reached for her dagger that was still attached to her side.

"Ooh, just a sample," she heard the Crones continue their conversation, "Valyrian blood. I can hardly remember the last time I have had a taste." "We cannot. The blood is special. We must saved it for him. He will want to know." "He will have her. Just not whole. We can lobbed off her legs. She won't need those."

While grabbing her dagger and cutting through the ropes, she noticed the injury on her leg was left untreated, as was the cut on the palm on her hand. Based on the conversation in the other room, the princess realized the Crones did not want to help her, they wanted to eat her. She never should have given them her blood.

Once free from her bonds, Aemma made a jump out of the window.

"You'll regret that girl," she heard one of the Crones sneer as she ran as far away from the cottage as she could, "you'll regret that dearly!"

Aemma could hear the Ladies of the Wood calling out for her, telling her to come back to them.

She ran past monsters and the like as she sprinted through the swamp, refusing to look back, scared that if she did she would be drawn back to that awful place.

As Aemma ran, she noticed the sudden drop in temperature and snow was starting to fall. In a fit of foolish curiosity, she took the risk and turned to see a large man on a giant black horse running after her. Not looking in front of her, Aemma trip over an exposed tree root and fell face first into the mud.

She groaned in pain before she wiped the mud off her face. The armored man on the horse stopped and dismounted, giant club in hand. Eyes wide in fear, Aemma back away as fast as she could. She could not see the man's face, but she was certain he a menacing look, like he was fixing to kill her. Now Aemma was wondering where was Cirillia when she needed her? Where was any dragon when you were in need of one?

As the man came closer, Aemma turned and crawled away, but the man grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. "No!" she pleads, trying to hit him, "let go! Let go! Let me go!"

Aemma closed her eyes tight, about to brace for the worst.

She kept them closed, waiting for the worse to happen to her. Whatever it was, she dare think of it, but she knew it was going to happen.

It didn't happen. Whatever she was expecting to happen to her, never occurred.

Aemma dared to open one eye. Sunlight temporarily blinded her, until her eye adjusted. Aemma opened her other eye, and took in her surroundings once both eyes adjusted to the light.

She was no longer in the swamp, the weather was warmer then it was before, and the trees were taller. She was in some kind of forest. But how she even got here, she could not say.

One thing Aemma was grateful though was she was safe from the terrifying horseman.

As she got back on her feet, Aemma began to contemplate the information the Crones had given her prior to them trying to eat her. Her mother stolen away from her home on a wrym red as blood. She assumed that to be Caraxes, her father's dragon. Her father stealing her mother away?

It couldn't be. Her father never stole her mother, if anything, he tried to save her...from the White Wolf. Aemma remembered her vision when she was trapped in the Crone's, the one where the witcher butchered those men and then presumably slayed the woman who confronted him.

None of this was making any sense to Aemma; first her vision showed the White Wolf to be a hero in one story, then the next showed him a butcher. Though the woman he faced wasn't exactly a saint herself, given that she had taken a young girl hostage, one that didn't seem much older then Aemma at that time.

Here Aemma was, looking for answers, but it felt she was left with more questions.

What was she to do next? She couldn't go back to the Crones, as they clearly wanted to drink her Valyrian blood...that was apparently tainted with this...Elder Blood? That's what they called it.

As these thoughts swirled through her head, Aemma stumbled upon what appeared to be some kind of nest. She frowned a bit, wondering what kind of nest it was. That was until smallish white creatures with sharp teeth and claws popped from the ground and growled at her, hungry looks in their soulless eyes.

Aemma's eyes widen as she recognized the monsters. She had wondered into a nest of nekkers.

"Here we go again," Aemma muttered as she turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction as these monster given pursuit.

Chapter 29

#hotd #the witcher #oc #wild hunt #witcher 3 #crossover #ladies of the wood #eredin breacc glas #Imlerith #caranthir #Youtube

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sonofahero · 3 months

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«—◦—→ Kit Connor, Bisexual, Cismale & He/Him, Fighter«—◦—→ Well met, Evander Althea! The godling born child of Heracles. It’s been 21 years and now he has answered the song in their veins. Can he change the course of history with his positivity, lovingness, & strong-wiliness or will his nativity, air-headedness, cockiness hinder him? Only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

🏺 ︰ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

Name: Evander Althea Nicknames: Evan or Vander Date of Birth: May 4th, 2003 Place of Birth: ‎Greeley, Colorado Age: Twenty-One Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Bisexual Divine Parent: Heracles. God of Strength and Heroes. Mother: Melody Althea Companions: Melody Althea ( Nemean Lioness Cub ) Education: Some College ( Major: Undecided ) Occupation: College Student

🏺 ︰ 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

Hair Color: Ginger Eye Color: Brown with hints of gold Height: 6'1" Build: Athletic Dominant Hand: Right Tattoos: None Scars: None Notable Features: Pale skin with constant blushed cheeks and nose, splattered with orange-brown freckles that litter his cheeks, shoulders and chest. A small tuff of ginger chest hair in the center of his pecs. Brown eyelashes. Fashion Style: Sportswear usually. tank-tops, t-shirts or long sleeved shirts pair with mainly shorts or joggers. At home, he goes for a cardigan, some lounge pants and a baggier t-shirt which he tucks in and let's hang over the sides of his pants.

🏺 ︰ 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞

MBTI: ENFP - The Campaigner Enneagram: 7 - The Enthusiast Moral Alignment: Neutral Good. Astrological Sign: Taurus Habits: When Evan isn't working out at the gym ( which he does everyday ) or when he wasn't at school, Evan was at home with his mother, a total mama's boy. He is full of energy and is always on the move, going on hikes, rock climbing, swimming. Quirks: He loves physical affection, hugs, cuddling. He does believe in bad luck and tends to avoid things that would give him bad luck ( Black Cats, Ladders, Splitting the path when walking with friends.) Pet Peeves: Poor treatment of anyone ( animals or humans ) and littering. Hobbies: Working Out, Hiking, Swimming, Rock Climbing, Video Games ( Fighting and Hack-and-Slash ), Music. Personality: Evan is a golden retriever in human form. He is extremely friendly and empathetic to others. He is strong-willed, loving, and very positive but is also not the smartest in general, he is easily tricked into believing things, doesn't pick up on social cues from time to time and is a little vain when it comes to his looks and physical appearance. He loves love and loves people, so loves being around them and isn't the biggest fan of spending time alone, except for when he's working out and in the zone.

🏺 ︰ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Disney's Hercules. Johnny Bravo. A literal golden retriever. Chris Hemsworth's Thor. Kronk from An Emperor's New Groove.

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TW: Some financial instability Evander Althea grew up the only child to a single mother in San Francisco, California. Evan didn't let the lack of a father figure get to him, he loves his mother with all his heart and is fiercely protective of her when it comes to men she dates and people who treat her poorly. He grew up fast, being the 'man of the household', he took that to heart as a kid and did all the chores around the house, taking care of the home as his mother worked for their only source of income. Evan got into working out in high school, taking up a job at a fitness center, spending everyday there with his friends, he loved it. It wasn't long before he was off to college, leaving his mother for the first time ever. The distance from his only family was tough, but Evan is quick to making friends and found his own posse of people in college. One late night as Evan, who may or may not have been drunk, was walking back from a sorority party to his frat house, was accosted by a mugger. Evan was going to comply but the other didn't leave him alone even after giving him all the cash he had. What Evan meant as a small push to get the man away from him since the mugger flying, crashing into the grass a ways away. Evan ran home, it was clear that it wasn't his own physical strength that made the man sore through the sky but something deep within him, crawling to get out. He was contacted shortly after that night about Camp Godlings and his mother confirmed it, his father was Heracles, did that make Evan a Disney's prince? He had so many questions, and with honestly no real direction in his life in college, he decided to drop out and moved to Camp Godling, he could feel this was his destiny.

#godlingintros

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