For The Ask Thingy, 70 & 71 ??

Dear People of Tumbler

i am. an idiot.

basically i decided the perfect time to start writing on here would be at the very end of my 3 week break. Stupid i know i tend to make bad decisions when it comes to time management. However, i have a solution. from now on i will only be posting on weekends and holidays (and when i’m avoiding homework)

you can still make requests during the week (info for requesting is here) but i probably won’t be able to get it out till Saturdayish.

thanks for reading!

I think it may be a relative of edas at the NYCC panel like 2 weeks ago someone brought up the resemblance between Edas dad and phillip and the owl head stopper on the vile of Titans Blood looks remarkably similarly to the owl house aesthetic so it seems to me that Edas long ago grandma was also a portal hopper and her and Caleb fell in love

I like this idea because that would mean hunter had a real actually family to be apart of and would kind of make him a luz canonical siblings

ok this one might be way out there bc it Was like 2am when i watched thanks to them, but during the hay ride scene i thought “hm. i wonder if ‘evelyn’ is a misremembering of the human realm since it’s been so long and they never had all the info to begin with. ‘evelyn’ is awfully close to ‘edalyn’”

twitter is dissolving into chaos on a Liz Truss timeline

You said you take headcanons and i wanted to send a easy but kinda fun one if u take platonic/batsibling ask but like one. where the reader was like a big villain (not even like jason who was a anti hero sorta just a straight villain) and, maybe now is going through the redemption phase and feels alot of guilt for hurting all of them.

Do this if it intrest you of course!! i just wanted to send you something that whould be fun or just a little bit interesting to do headcanons about 💖💖💖

we love a good redemption arc

i actually really like this idea so if this does well i might make it a full fic

again i did not edit this so read at your own risk

it all started with an apology

but the first one wasn’t from you

it was from bruce

you were standing on top of the Gotham clock tower about to complete your master plan when he apologized to you

he said what you did wasn’t your fault and that you were just a kid living out an unfortunate circumstance

he say you could still make things right, all you had to do was take his hand and start over

so you did

you shut down your city destroying machine and went with him to the cave

you met all the gotham heros in their home base and it was really weird to say the least

then the rehabilitation process began

life on the “good” side was waaaaay different from what you were used too

you learned that scheming was generally frowned upon unless it’s in a game of nerf wars

murder was also not an acceptable way to deal with problems

(unless your with jason and damian)

you learned a lot from the heros

like how giving instead of taking feels a hell of lot better

and why The Robin Dictionary: A Complete Collection of Robin Catchphrases and Sarcastic Remarks is a thing

but it wasn’t all fun and games

guilt is a strong emotion and you had a lot to feel guilty for

once you came to terms with who you used to be you had to make things right

jason helped you the most with this part

you made anonymous donation to most of the buildings you had destroyed in your career

most of the things you did were anonymous and the rest were under your new hero alias

there were still hard days when you just wanted to set the world on fire but you had people behind you now

people who truly cared about you despite everything you’d done

being a villain made life easy but being a hero made life worth living

Alfreds cooking was a plus too

i’ll go drink some water just for you 💚

hewwo, i’m here to bother you again and remind you i look up to you a lot, take care pls 🥺

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you have no idea how much this means to me🥺🥺🥺

honestly i’ve been feeling really shitty about writing because it takes me so long to post and i’m always scared people will lose interest in my stuff but this genuinely made me so happy

you were like my first follower and you continue to interact with my stuff and every time i see that you liked or commented or reblogged my heart dose this little happy dance

the pfp is cursed but the art beautiful

they’re a little shy sometimes

going to the search page and constantly refreshing the trending tags until I see a fandom i’m in or something wildly controversial

bookends, bestfriends, deadends

Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x reader, 1.6k Warnings: slow burn, once again and as always with my love Jason this is NOT canon-compliant, Jason may be a tiny bit ooc but I tired Summary: In the months between saving Hera and setting sail for New Rome, Jason finds himself making a friend Authors note: ok, y’all, here’s the deal; I took a nap and woke up with an idea, so I started writing; then I realized I needed set up, so I wrote this. Now I have a full fic that doesn’t include my original idea, so I will have to make pt: 2, but at least it’s already almost all the way written

Camp was far too busy this year; even for the off-season, it felt like there were campers everywhere. With all the bustle, it was hard to find a moment of peace. That’s why you’d taken to the woods that day. Following the path you’d walked a million times to a little outcrop of ruins not far from the beach, deep enough to not be disturbed. You’d taken a thick blanket and draped it over a vaguely couch-shaped block of stone ages ago to use as a reading nook. It was calm and peaceful and empty, usually.

This time, when you got close enough to see your little piece of peace, there was already someone there. A blonde boy with a scar on his lip sitting on your faux couch and squinting at the book in his hand. Jason Grace. Of course, you knew who he was, everyone knew of him and Piper and Leo, all working to get ready for the next great prophecy. 

Sneaking up on a former Roman soldier didn’t seem like the best plan, so you’d spoken out. “Guess this place isn’t so secret after all,” geez, what an opener.

Jason looked up with a start and got to his feet before you could say anything else. “Hi, hey, sorry, is this your spot? I wasn’t sure who’s it was, so I stayed to read some. I can go.” 

“Oh no, please, you don’t have to,” you were quick to put up your hands and stop him from leaving. You two hadn’t necessarily talked before, but he had always seemed nice at meals and campfires, if not a little awkward. “You were here first. I can leave if you want to be alone.”

Jason paused, it seemed he was actually taking you in now, noticing the book in your hand, Don Quixote as opposed to the copy of War and Peace he held. “I don’t mind company,” he offered you a small nervous smile, it was so pure you had to just stare at it for a second before responding. 

“Neither would I,” you finally said, returning the smile. You walked over and sat down tucking your legs under you and leaving plenty of room for Jason to sit on the other side. 

He joined and read next to you for what felt like both hours and minutes. Two days later, you had beaten him there, so when he arrived, you smiled and scooted to the left, giving him room again on your right. Over the next month, you crossed paths at the ruins what must have been a dozen times. There was never much conversation; it was more of a silent agreement to enjoy each other’s company, and each day, the distance between your shoulders seemed to get ever so slightly smaller. 

After a while, you got comfortable being directly next to him. Your shoulders would brush each time Jason moved to turn the page, and you couldn't help but notice how warm and strong he was. Silent meetings became small discussions about your current read, which turned into talks about other books you’d recommend to each other, which eventually morphed into a solid friendship. You would invite him to eat with your cabin since he had no one else at his. He would update you on the progress of the ship and the quest, you even got to know the other campers involved. 

Over the next few months, your lives became completely intertwined. You spent most of your day with each other. You watched him train for the quest, pushing his limits in sparring sessions until he was too exhausted to do much of anything. You would drag him out to your spot in the woods on days when he’d gotten so focused he had to be forced to take a break. You’d even tried to help him get some memories back. He would eat with you, read with you, help you with whatever chores you had around camp, anything to spend more time with together. 

He was the first person you turned to when you had something to say. He was the only one who remembered which campfire songs were your favorites or which books you’d reread depending on your mood. You cared about him so deeply, and you weren’t even sure how you’d come to feel so much in so little time. You truly hadn’t realized how much you needed him around you until you thought about just how soon he’d be leaving.

Of course, he would go back to Camp Jupiter; you knew that. This was never meant to be permanent; you were sure he missed his old life, his old friends, his old home. But part of you, somewhere in the deepest, most selfish part of your heart, wanted him to stay. You wanted him to forget about Rome, and Jupiter, and the quest. You wanted him to stay here with the strawberry fields and the books and the beach and with you. You wanted him to forget his sense of duty to a place that never cared and stay with someone who would give their whole heart away just to see him be happy for a moment longer. It was a feeling that filled you with guilt every time it crossed your mind.

It had occupied your thoughts nearly the entire day when Jason came to your cabin that evening. He knocked on the door until one of your siblings answered, and they called you over, muttering something about stupid and lovesick and so annoying that you hadn’t totally caught. 

You stepped onto the porch and closed the cabin door, leaving Jason and you alone in the dim light of the setting son. He was handsome as ever, a fact that you had resolved not to dwell on; plenty of people found their closest friends to be stunningly beautiful, it wasn’t a big deal. 

In fact, it was totally normal for someone to notice exactly when their best friend had skipped their usual haircut and started letting the military style grow or how their eyes exploded with color when the sun hit them just right. And, of course, there was no deeper reason for why you would pick up on every scrape or bruise he’d gotten from training. You were just hyper-observant, never mind that it only applied to one person.

As you took him in, scanning for the weariness you so often saw and he so often dismissed, you noticed more than anything how nervous he was. “What’s up?”

“Hey, um, I just wanted to, well.” He took a deep breath and let his words spill out a mile a minute. He told you that the Argo II would be ready to fly any day now. He told you how they were going to find Percy and how the first place they were going to check was New Rome. He brought up his old life, a life he wanted to remember, a life he thought he would remember when he got back there. These were all things you’d know and that filled you with dread, but you let him talk without interrupting. His rambling soon turned to a topic you haven’t expected, it turned to you. He told you how important you were to him, how much you’d helped him adjust to life at camp, and how much he appreciated everything you’d done for him. 

As he went on and on, you felt your heart begin to pound. The way he was talking lit a spark inside your gut, and the borderline desperation in his voice made you dare to hope. The emotion in his eyes made you think maybe, just maybe, he felt the same kind of connection that you felt with him. You could tell it was going somewhere important, somewhere that made him nervous and hopefully at the exact same time.

“I guess I just realized while we were planning in the bunker,” he began to close in on his point. “How important you are to me, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without you. You can say no of course, it’s a lot to ask of anyone but,” he took another breath. “Do you want to come with me to New Rome?”

That wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. The funny feeling in your gut shifted and morphed, flashing through disappointment for a brief moment. As Jason waited for an answer, you had to process exactly what he’d asked. Going back to New Rome meant he was going back to his old life, a fact you were all too aware of, but now, maybe you didn’t have to lose him to it. He still wanted you by his side. He still wanted you to be a part of his life.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “Yes, of course, I’ll go,” you watch the relief wash over him, his nerves visibly dispersing as one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen etched itself across his face. 

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around you. It was a bone-crushing hug that squeezed the air from your lungs, and you wrapped your own arms around him as tightly as you could. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispered to you as you tried to stop your heart from exploding. This wasn’t how you wanted it, but at least for now, this would be enough.

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There's pt1 :) part two is almost done already because I wrote most of it before I even started all this, but what I can say, the keyboard got away from me. let me know if any of y'all want to be tagged in pt2 or in my general Jason taglist.

hey im not sure if you got my request for kon kent can you get back to me whenever you can? im wifi been acting up and stuff wont go through.

hiya babe, sorry it took so long to get back to you i was violently puking into my toilet when you sent this (i’m fine now...kinda) and didn’t check my inbox till today

i did get your ask and i’ve added it to my list :) i’ve never seen reign of the supermen but i’ve always wanted to so your ask is the perfect excuse lol 💙

Y’all I need to make a decision that quite literally will change the course of my life for the next 8 years /srs

I’m indecisive so I’m asking for the opinion of the people. Answer based off vibes