#what will happen to them next??

[moonfromearth]

the end

From Daniel Bard's Journal: Annabel has a plan. She doesn't know if it's going to work exactly, but she says we have to leave. We can't stay with Mom anymore. I know it's true... But it's still hard to go... As long as we're together, though, I guess it'll turn out alright.

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Annabel: Yes!! Freedom!! Are you coming? Daniel: Yeah, but could you slow down?? Annabel: Alright, fine. We'll go together.

[st-hedge]

I hadn’t drawn the house of hades boys in years! Curse me! This isn’t exactly a remake of an old painting but it’s in the vibe of how I used to draw them all the time. Poetic and stealing kisses

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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[slavhew]

two guys enter a closet

[girlatrocity]

trauma-induced haircut

bonus:

[aheartofgold]

Reblog for sample size etc etc

[lucabyte]

A belief in Nominative Determinsim

[pixelizedgenocide]

Laios encountering a shapeshifter who uses Kabru’s image and everything is normal at first until Laois stills and grabs it by the neck so hard it dies immediately.

Kabru watching this from behind in and being both terrified and unbearably horny as Laios brutally kills this thing and then walking up to Kabru after like he’s a puppy (or a hunting dog who did a good job and wants affection)

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 5-11

1 - day 2 - truth - 3

[anna-scribbles]

chapter cards for thirteen: november - april

read on ao3

[rileyclaw]

sorry im really into this owlcraft thing and i WILL be making more comics about it

[octarineblues]

can we appreaciate carla sunday, who wanted to support her daughter in finding her biological mum and instead got the front seat to see the beginning of a potential apocalypse

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The penisest of tunes.

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[aithusarosekiller]

Barty: bet you're standing in the corner because you're scared that you'll get turned down if you talk to anyone

Regulus: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to

Barty: Oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and I'll believe you.

Regulus, approaching James: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here?

James: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE

Regulus: perfect 🥰

Barty and Sirius:

[soup-of-the-daisies]

i know we as a species (tomarrymort fandom) are largely over the whole “snakemort’s face is a deterrent for hogwarts age tom riddle because he’s horrified he’s ugly” thing because we all think snakemort is hot BUT you’ve got to admit that tom coming out of the pensieve gasping crying throwing up etc going “WHERE’S MY NOSE” is intrinsically funny. like when it’s not the whole chalky lipless white dementor thing in general that he’s so upset about, it’s the fact that he’ll lose his nose. in these fics the kid basically makes a living off sticking said nose in other people’s (harry’s) business and then he loses it, like a loser who loses all the time. like yeah tom where did your nose go? did harry hex it off after you got too nosy? should’ve kept your sniffer out of harms way, huh? you fucking douchenozzle

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.