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i promised you 🦋

(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

thinking of other trauma related reasons, if you have anymore questions feel free to ask.

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

here you go, sorry it took so long. But here’s another job-batfam. We get a look at Jon and his mental state in this one.

part two:

please comment what you think!

(Jon is 17.)

(Damian is 17.)

This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.

“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”

Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.

“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bruce glowers.

“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”

“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.

“I know about the weed business.”

Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.

“Rumour?”

“4K.”

“Dammit!”

Bruce glared.

“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.

“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“

“And not cut me in?”

Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.

“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.

“Is this entrapment?”

Bruce ignored his question and started again.

“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”

“My dad?”

“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”

“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.

Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.

“It is now!”

“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.

“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”

“Are we still talking about the same drug?”

“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“For you?”

“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”

Jon blinked at him, before responding.

“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”

Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”

“No, there red because your up all the time.” 

Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.

Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, really?”

“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”

Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years. 

“Jesus.”

“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.

“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”

“Yeah that tracks.”

poor Sevika's been embarrassed ever since, yet still stuck around😔✊

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.

Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.

By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”

“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”

Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”

Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before  he yanked back, staring at the other.

Hr was so cold.

“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”

“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”

“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”

Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.

“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.

Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”

“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.

Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.

As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.

As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”

“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.

“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”

“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“

“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”

Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.

Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”

“And?”

“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”

“Barley anything hurts now.”

“well- ok, but could you stop?”

“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”

Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”

“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.

“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”

“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“

“Die. Just die Barry.”

(Hello! Its me and I’m back with another chapter! Two in two days, wow, crazy right! Ok, just saying I edit grammar and spelling and try really hard on it, and whenever I post any fic, I make sure its atlas above 1,000 words just to make sure it’s a good read. Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the tag list above just say in comments, id really appreciate if you told me things you like in comments, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this instalment! Bow, the first one is linked at the top!)

lol

i decided to up the goals for the others u guys got them too quickly :p

EPIC: the musical x JayVik

ok, this is my first attempt of an iteration so, please, give me feedback.

Odysseus: Jayce

Penelope: Viktor

Telemachus: ???

Anticlea: Ximena

Argos: ???

Athena: Mel? 

(Not sure about that one, feedback needed. If so then I could go god games like, mages. I could do LeBlanc as Zeus and if there’s other confirmed mages make them gods, if not then ask for peoples OC’s that fit the role.)

Zeus: LeBlanc (see above)

Astyanax: ??? 

(Also, any ideas for me to fill in the names for -the horse and the infant- will be taken.)

That’s all I have so far, please let me know about any ideas or any characters, I’m -suffering- trying to do this myself.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.