HI! You Can Call Me Ilona.

happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

*mwah* lol

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

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

EVERYTHING IS DREAMNOBLADE!☆

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?

idea:

tw: angst, suicide mentions

Octavian as Maui, but instead of some big warrior demigod, hes some skrunkly crunkly little shit, a demigod from ancient times, who thought he could steal Gaeas heart and survive, failed miserably and was cursed to being a mortal demigod thousands of years later.

We don’t know much about Octavian, where he came from, why he is so pompous, so what if it’s because he was born in ancient times, and was cursed with having to be a mortal demigod in modern times, with barely any semblance of the powers he used to have, and it shows. He has a god complex, because he used to be able to get away with it. He *used* to be able to do anything. Now he’s in a fucking teenagers body. And yeah, he causes a war.

it wasn’t that bad in olden days, it was a point of honor. And when he saw that cannon c for a split second he thought he saw a glimpse of his old life, he could be the hero he remembers. And Mabye, death could bring him that, Mabye if he died he could be who he used to.

but the gods decided fuck that, he hadent repented and returned the heart, he miraculously survives, spiteful and vindictive, and very pissed. His body dosent feel like his own and now he’s being denied death? Fuck.

Micheal eventually finds him and he basically decided she’s going to help his freind finish the quest, no idea on Octavian’s planned auicide after the quest. Octavians just done, he’s so tired, and mad, and awful, and powerless. He’s just done. But his planned go into turmoil when he realises Micheal actuallly cares about him. It’s awful, and right, all at the same time.

he dosent deserve this, right? He’s not who he used to be. He’s not the big amazing warrior, he’s not the hero, hell, he’s not even a very good villain. But Micheal thinks he’s amazing. And that’s scary, and wrong, and oh so good to feel his walls comming down. But he hates it at the same time. He’s allways been alone, back in the ancient when he was doing quests, or then when he was Augur, and now… he was trying so hard to be alone. But Micheal wouldent get the fucking message.

and when they finish the quest, it’s overlooking the cliff Octavian first fell off before he was transported to this mortal world. He stood there, looking at the water below. It was churning, dark and uninvitong. He wonders if death will be cold, dark. Like a nightmare, the cold floor biting your skin like frostbite, and the darkness so bad you could barley see your hand infront of your face.

it warm, like good memories. Holding him, ears hearing like he’s underwater, muted light through bliss enfectibg goggles. Like good things, and happy times. Would it be warmer then Micheal’s arms-

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where did *that* come from?

Octavian bristled. He wasn’t supposed to think like this. No one was, it wasn’t strong, it wasn’t right. But god he wanted to curl up in Micheal’s arms and never leave. He wanted to feel small, he wanted to feel something other then a FUCKING overwhelming need to be the best, to be the greatest, to make history no matter the cost.

but death felt so tempting, but for the first time in forever he felt like he could find happiness with another person. That Mabye he could be ok, with not being great. With just being… good. With someone he loved.

no.

No, he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to feel this safe. This happy. He screwed up the world. He’s fixed it. But now. What’s left?

what could keep him happy, what could keep him, someone so broken, and who he thought was *evil* he was *evil*, what could he deserve?

Octavian didn’t know when tears started falling down his cheeks, or when his foot came closer to the edge. It felt lucid, like he was underwater, like he could see himself, but not through his eyes.

he heard Micheal calling for him, but it felt muffled. He heard noises, not words. Cody soon,, then panic.

he didn’t want Micheal to panic, Micheal deserved the world. He wasn’t sure when he took a step closer to the edge, or when he let himself fall fowrd. He wasn’t sure what was happening, it felt so… unreal. Like, so so very unreal. He felt arms around his waist and felt himself be tanked back, falling back onto someone, and the jolt winding him, and the breath he took almost broke the illusion of serenity with a harsh slap of reality. He heard Micheal yelling at him, sitting up, still holding him.

he couldent tell the words, everything eas becoming more real. That warm feeling was gone, that bliss of not feeling, was gone. And he didn’t know if he liked it. Octavian *sobbed*. He didn’t know why, he wasn’t sure why he could actually do this. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He was supposed to be strong, scary, and big. But in Micheal’s arms he felt oh so small. He heard Micheal’s voice falter.

this was all to much for Micheal. He felt petrified when he saw ofcavoan first walk to that edge.what was he supposed to do? What *could* he do? He was frozen, till he saw that step. Then another. And he had to fling himself at Octavian and yank him back before he fell, and when he grabbed him Micheal fell flat on his back. He was yelling at Octavian, asking him what the hell he was thinking. Till he started sobbing. He only could hold him. There wasn’t anything he could do in this situation. He just held him. This was overwhelming for both Boyd, and they sat there. For how long he didn’t know. But what he did know? Him and Octavian had a long conversation ahead.

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sorry, it was meant to be a light hearted thing then I just continued and it spirals out of control. If you like it, leave a comment and I can expand on this new au, I wasn’t meaning for this to happen but it did lmao. This was my first time writing angst, and actually writing things, not just a concept. Wow. What do you think?

SuperBat Mer au: story one

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

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 meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

Chapter Six: Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

Part six of Jon and the Wayne’s: mission and Kris.

In this au Jim adopted a teen. I don’t know backstory, he’s painfully not cut out to be a vigilante, dosent want to be one, but is grafted along by Damian and Jon. Mostly Jon. He has blue eyes, ginger hair and his name is Kris. Enjoy.

Jon stared down at the planes bellow. Normally he would fly him and his team down, but now wasn’t normally. And he had been doused with a good amount of kryptonite gas a few hours ago, so he was considerably weakened. He turned to his friends.

“Alright guys, who do we get down this cliff?”

Damian looked at him and smirked, putting his sword back into his holster and pulling his hood down he stared down.

“Gentlemen, I have a plan.”

Kris’s face dropped.

“Nope. Veto.” He but in, before Damian could even say anything. Damian looked downright offended.

“You didn’t hear the plan!” He protested, turning to Jon. “Kent! He didn’t even hear the plan!”

Jon sighed, crossing his arms like an exasperated mother.

“Kris, you didn’t even hear the plan.”

“For gods sake.” Kris groaned, looking over Damian’s head. Damian didn’t appreciate it but Kris wasn’t finished speaking.

“We already know what the plan is Kent!”

“I don’t like to assume.” Jon said, glancing slightly down at Damian, who looked murder-y. 

“Which means you already know!” Kris explained exasperatedly.

Damian glared at Kris.

“How do you know the plan when you haven’t heard the plan.” He growled, taking a step closer to him.

“How do you say no to the plan when you haven’t heard the plan!”

“Damian,” kris started, concerned. “I know what’s gonna happen.” He said. “And I know the two of you are probably gonna be fine, but I’m gonna die, and then I’ll be a ghost.” He said, shivering. “And I don’t know what the rules of that exactly are, but then I think that means I’d have to haunt you guys.” He said.

“And I would really, really like to avoid that if I can.”

“You’re such a worm,” Damian said solemnly glaring at him. “And I’m going to call you wormy from now on.”

“Jonathan he’s calling me wormy again!”

“Now wormy, we can say no to the plan, but first we know the plan to say no to the plan. So we have to hear the plan to know the plan to say no to the plan.” Jon said calmly, putting a hand on Kris’s shoulder.

“Fine, ok.” Kris said warily, looking at Damian, who was now grinning maliciously.

“Great!” Damian said, smiling. Evil.

“So I was thinking-“ he started, then grabbed both their collars, running to the edge while yelling.

“We’re jumping!”

The ending could barely hear anything, but caught the sound of someone yelling.

“I knew it!” Before two screams and one cackle.

Kris in the end was mostly fine. His hood got snagged on a branch before he hit the ground. He was upset about his hoddie though.

Part five: Bruce is an accidental slut

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