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Part two! The pendent left behind.

“Excuse me?” Jason said back, a bit disbelieving. 

“What? It’s simple.” The boy said back, crossing his arms with a huff. He looked at the taller man and pointed to the crossbow.

“Just shoot it already.”

“Excuse you, no one tells me what to kill. Or when. Not some child, not some pice of jewellery, no one.” Jason said back, thrusting the arm with a crossbow out as he spoke. Unfortunately, the wepon fired shooting one of the men in the head. The child hummed.

“No one. Wow, that lasted about five seconds. You gonna finish the job, misfire?”

He sassed back, crossing his arms and looking up at Jason. Jason glared at the child.

“Don’t call me that- and I guess I have to now huh? Brat.” Jason took care of the other three guys, before glaring down at the child still looking at him.

“So how do I fix this?” He asked, gesturing to the face that he looked like a divine being. 

“Just said you’ve dealt with it.”

“What?”

“Idiot. Tell the pendent you’ve delt with it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Brat-“

“Just deal with it!”

“….fine.” 

Jason did do as the child said, even if he felt more then a little stupid. When he did it flashed again and the pendent settled against his chest. He tore it off, much to the child’s amusement.

“You can’t do that.” 

Jason glared at the child.

“Yeah? Watch me.” He said, reeling back and throwing the pendent far away as he could. He heard the pendent clutter and a smashing noise as it fell down the drain. The child laughed at him, putting his hand on his mouth.

“Oh- oh your a riot.” He grinned.

“What are you laughing at? I threw the stupid thing away.”

“Oh, yeah. Check yourself.”

Jason stared at the child with a glare, looking down and seeing the pendent again. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“The fuck?-“

“It’s chosen you. The last person with it left it to you, you can’t get rid of it. Least not for a couple of years.”

Jason cursed, looking at it. This was bullshit, he didn’t ask for this! Wait-

“But my da- nevermind.” Bruce had given it to him. Did Bruce know what it was? He had to have. But- then he’d have to talk about Bruce. And he didn’t want to acknowledge him. Or his death. And that slip up… Bruce. Not dad. 

He refused to acknowledge the small child as he walked home, ending patrol early. The child followed him, seemingly unbothered. He just kept talking about nothing at all, Jason getting more and more ticked off.

“Can you just fuck off, kid?” 

The child smiled up at him, enjoying himself.

“Nope!”

“Why?”

“Attached to the pendent. Your stuck with me, misfire.”

part one

well how dose it taste?

I eat Zeus’s hair the wire thing.

What is wrong with you guys lmao ?

Ig zeus overreacts and throws you in tartarus

Technoblade, 300 years old warrior still in his prime, getting his first crush ever because he's demisexual and Dream was the first person in three centuries to hit the mark just right: Phil! You're married. How do I rizz up someone I like?

Phil, thousand year old angel of death who has been married for most of his life: the way I did it was I went to her altar and did a dance with my wings I copied from another bird

Dream, later on seeing Techno flail his arms outside his house: ...why is this kinda hot?

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

What kind of parent Octavian is:

Well Octavian was around 16-17 when he got shout out of that cannon, and I imagine by the time he was able to do things properly again he’d be 17. 

The thing was, Khan is kinda a freaky child. Octavian could be doing something random at night, and Khan would wake up and stare at him till he put him back to bed.

And keep in mind Octavian is barely an adult, with shit loads of ptsd and anxiety, and since he was manipulated so *bad* by Gaea he struggles with knowing if his thoughts are his own. 

He dose his best with Khan, keeping him away from monsters, acting on his best judgment, trying not to be surprised when Khan obliterates a small level monster with just punching it. Yeah. Normal kid stuff. Octavian wasn’t a normal kid, how the fuck is he supposed to know normal kid things.

If Khan disobeyes or goes against instructions there are various levels. Like if he didn’t put out their camp fore, Octavian would just softly rant to him about *everything* that could go wrong, literly everything. Scares the 8 year old unintentionally. The fire never gets left on again.

If he disobeys and decided to speak out it’s more sever and he has to deal with Octavian literly grabbing him and carrying him back, he dosent get punished the first day though because Octavian is still calming his anxiety that the child he’s supposed to protect isn’t dead. He accidentally got attached to this small child. 

Khan gets punished the next day. He has to help Octavian scrub the guts off their wepons. Ew.

@shattered-glasswork 

Omg

Every Iliad generals meeting in a nutshell (featuring Odysseus peak stress level' Agamemnon being himself, Menelaus trying to stop his brother from being himself and Diomedes cheering on for his angry war husband)

Ok, so can we talk about Punz for a second? Because like when I rewatched that stream the other day, not only did I notice that is was Punz who avenged Dream by killing Tommy and returning all of his stuff, after Sapnap and Tommy had ambushed Dream and refused to return it [details] (making him truly the mvp, who really doesn’t get enough credit). But I also noticed some other fun things.

Specially this.

And this.

Tommy punches Dream -> immediately killed by Punz [clip].

Like okay maybe we could make the point that Dream pays him to kill Tommy and reclaim all of his stuff [clip], but pretty sure Dream isn’t paying him to be so protective.

Mer au JL:

(Btw they haven’t met Bruce yet, Superbat centric.)

Open to any suggestions about others but have only planned Bruce and Clark’s species.

Bruce: Flashlight fish mer. Google those fish, their cuties.

Clark: Humphead Maori Wrasse Mer. Ok. I know the fish is ugly, but it’s large, a reef fish, its colours are beautiful, and the tail type is what I’m looking for. If you goggle it, I pray for your very soul. Don’t focus on its head to hard.

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“Clark, you’re going to miss the meeting.” Arthur said, sighing in exasperation and looking to the other Mer, who didn’t seem to care at the moment.

Clark sighed, looking over his shoulder as he kept his body facing the reef.

“Ok, I get it. But I’ll be there! I just need to check this out first, we’ve had no idea what this is, but someone’s spotted the black thing, can I At least scout it out? Kay, thanks, bye Arthur!”

Clark finished, not letting Arthur start and darted down into the brush anyway.

“Clark! Come back- Jesus.” Arthur mutters, going on about something like ‘arrogant prick’ before going off to Atlantis to take care of himself before the meeting.

Clark swam through the reef, looking to the pad on which the location of the last sighting of the entity was found. 

A few weeks ago, they had started getting reports of a big entity swimming around the reef, long, but people have only reported glimpses of black scales with an iridescent purple and blue sheen.

But every time they came to check it out the thing had just disappeared. But Clark got this notification less than an hour ago, he had time to explore.

And he’d been looking for this for a very long time.

He got to the sight of the reef and begin to scout out the area. It was in the darker parts of the reef, close to where the trenches were. Arthur had said that going down there was basically suicide, and that’s why most mer’s steered away from it.

 He smelt the faint scent of blood in the water and followed it, till he saw that flash of black with the small purple shimmer the water reflected around it. Clark stiffens and takes a breath, before slowly and silently inching out from behind the coral to see what it was. He didn’t expect it to be another Mer.

Most mer’s didn’t have dark scales. Well, reef mer’s. It normally went darker scales the deeper they went. But Clark had never seen black scales before. A soft breath left his mouth in the sound of a ‘hah.’

The other Mer clearly heard him and whipped around, blue eyes focusing on blue.  The other had short black hair and pale skin, blood on his chin from his meal. A whole ass shark lay behind him, Clark chuckled nervously.

“Uh- you’ve got a little, something, on your chin right there?”

The other instantly spooked and took off, fleeing at speeds Clark hadn’t seen in a long time, with deliberation that was a little startling. Clark gave chase, weaving through the colourful coral blurring as the two passed.

“Stop running!” Clark shouted, trying to reach him. 

The other Mer dipped under a pice of coral and speeding to the other side of it. It was a small opening Clark definitely couldn’t for through, he swam above it and looked from above, trying to find the exit to the crevice in which the other went through.

 He saw the other start to emerge and waited till he was put to swim down and pin him to the reef bed. 

The other was very startled when he felt the grab, and threw his body weight back against Clark, turning and managing to throw him half off. Clark grabbed him in a sort of headlock and the other wrapped his tail around Clark, the appendage trapping Clark as the other Mer threw him, then grabbing his neck with a gasp.

Clark rolled over and back to his bearings, looking at the Mer in front of him. He tried to put his hand up in a sort of placation, attempting to calm the other.

“Hey, hey. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m just here to- “

What was he here to do really. It was mostly his job to now take this one somewhere and find out his agenda. If he had one. It really didn’t matter what he said, actually. It was quite clear the other had no idea what he was saying.

“Wait- what’s your name?” Clark asked the other, swimming closer. The other met tried to back up, but his back hit the coral, and he just stared fowrd at Clark. The other mer attempted to scare Clark off him by flashing his scales, in a sort of warning. Clark was entranced on the other hand. He had never seen a Mer do anything like that before, and it fascinated him.

“Woah, how did you do that?” He asked, swimming closer and reaching for the others fin mindlessly. In which he then got slapped across the face by his tail fin. Clark paused, then looked at him sheepishly.

“Probably deserved that, huh?”

Clark hummed, then gently grabbed a lionfish out of the reef. He had interrupted the others meal, and they were an invasive species here anyways. He wasn’t sure if the other would go for it, but when he stretched his hand out in offering it was very hesitantly grabbed the fish as teeth sharper then Clark had seen in a long time tore through the fishes’ scales.

And he couldn’t help but be morbidly fascinated.

“You have no clue what I’m saying, huh?” he mumbled, going to sit next to the eating Mer but got a glare. He inched away till the glares topped. He ended up sitting a good three feet away.

“I’m going to call you Bruce. You can’t understand me either way, I’m Clark.”

Bruce looked up at him, black hair floating slightly around his head like a dark ink crown, contrasting so very much with his pale skin. Eyes bluer than the water itself met Clarks as he tilted his head, pearly black scales glinting as he flicked his tail in mild intrigue.

Clark seemed quite pleased when Bruce’s gaze fell on him in the least hostile way it had in a while. He nodded, pointing to himself.

“Mhm. I’m Clark.” He said, grinning, he pointed to Bruce, who twitched as his face scrunched up slightly. “and I’m calling you Bruce till you figure out how to communicate your real name to me.”

Bruce decided to ignore him for the moment, teeth ripping back into the fish’s flesh as he ate, ever really keeping one eye off Clark. When the meat had been stripped off its bones he paused, then looked to Clark as if offended. He stared at the other, as if expecting something.

Clark, upon realising he was probably still hungry, smiled and went to grab another fish, seemingly unbothered by the nonverbal order he was given. He yanked it out of a hole in the coral and swam up to Bruce, offering out his hand for him to grab it again. Bruce snatched it without hesitation this time, teeth sinking back into the food. After a while of snacking, he looked at Clark, and when Bruce saw it was getting dark, he slinked away before Clark could catch him, into the darkness. The only thing he saw was the outline of the body that belonged to Bruce stop, and flash. As if a belligerent thanks. And Clark didn’t give chase. He had a feeling he’d be seeing the strange Mer again very soon.

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Holy fucking shit he missed the meeting-

thanks for the read! next part is out, heres the link:

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.