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The major arcana is finished!!!!!!!

I'm thinking of getting this printed in a mini zine. If you're interested please let me know since I'm looking for distributers for a copy for myself at least.

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Concept: Hera doesn’t show up for the Battle of Manhattan but Juno shows up for the Battle of Mount Othrys.

Jason in the midst of battle about to face Krios and praying not to his father.

But to his patron.

In seconds Juno appearing before her champion. And despite despite the dire circumstances, she smiles at him.

To see Jason on the battle field looking every bit the hero she knew he was destined to become.

It fills her with pride.

“You came? I mean of course you’d come.” Says Jason, trying and failing to hide his shock. “Of course, where else would I be when my champion needs me.”

Jason smiles “of course, thank you Lady Juno” he says bowing his head in gratitude. Juno shook her head in amusement “honestly Jason how many times have I told you to forgo these formalities?”

Her champion grinned “oh somewhere between 2 and 200 times.” Cheeky boy, she adored him so. It had been far too long since they’d spoken, a fault on her part of course.

Alas it was then their lovely conversation was interrupted by Krios, the titan staring at them in shock.

“You..but how? How are you so far from your husband?”

Jason glared “how dare you speak to my champion in such a way?!” He rose his sword to defend himself and her honour. Juno softened at the sight before preparing herself for the fight.

“I trust you have a plan.”

“Sure do, but you’re gonna have to follow my lead.”

“Lead the way my boy.”

As the world emerges into the 21st century, newspaper articles are printed about the downfall of the legendary Van der Linde gang, one of a dwindling number of outlaw gangs remaining in America. The articles tell how Dutch's Boys were pursued from West Elizabeth all the way out to New Hanover and Lemoyne, the chase finally ending in a place called Beaver Hollow. They list the men who were taken down in the gang's last months, as well as the ones left unaccounted for, warning law-abiding citizens to be vigilant for signs of these dangerous men.

Most of the populace reading these articles either don't pay much mind to the news, or regard it merely as something new to gossip about with their peers. But there are others who find it means far more, as they read one name among the rest: Arthur Morgan.

A man reading the paper in a hotel room before he meets with a gallery owner about his latest showing remembers a wry man who chased coyotes, lured alligators, and herded horses to fuel his dream.

A widow in the safety of her mountain cabin remembers a man who saw her at her lowest and offered a hand, who taught her to hunt and kept her company over a meal.

A young couple far away in Boston remember a man who carried their letters, and faced down their families to give them a chance at freedom.

They're not alone, others sprinkled across the country who recognize the name as being attached to a man who changed their lives despite how briefly he was in it. A man with a past he was never entirely proud of, but one who managed to leave behind a legacy that others could be nonetheless.

My precious baby boy he is so everything to me

who up thinking about how arthur john and Javier were all nothing but scared hungry strays when dutch picked them up. idk. all three of them, all they had was fear until dutch held out his hand to them. theyre all the same in the end. they were all scared. they bear the same wounds, caused by the same hands. ate out of those same hands and leaned into the hot slick blood that coats those palms. each looking at each other with pity, pity for the clueless kid that gets strung along, pity for the bitter previous cradled one now thrown aside for the new younger follower. kicks a rock.

interpreting the wizard of oz through the lense of the backstories the characters are given in wicked does leave room for the possibility that the scarecrow, the tin man, and the cowardly lion are having some truly wild conversations behind dorothy's back during their little trip

Concept: Just everyone in Camp Halfblood preparing for a full scale Roman invasion. Because by this point Jason’s got his memories back.

And they’re all aware that oh we just accidentally kidnapped one of Camp Jupiters leaders.

We’re royally screwed.

Annabeth’s grilling Jason on his camps about battle tactics and Jason is more then happy to share.

He innocently asks why Annabeth’s suddenly interested in the inner workings of Camp Jupiter.

And the answer completely takes him off guard. He just stares at her strangely before replying that there isn’t going to be any fighting.

“Jason I get you not wanting to fight them. They’re your friends but I highly doubt they’ll feel the same about us.”

“It’s not that. I mean I’d hate to fight them too but there’s not going to be a fight. No one’s coming.”

Everyone looks at Jason like he’s insane because what do you mean no one’s coming?! We’re the enemy and you matter a lot to them.

If anything Jason looks even more confused because sure he’s their leader or rather was at this point.

But that doesn’t mean he mattered to them. There’s no search parties, he can guarantee that and his replacement has surely already been found.

“So what they’re all just gonna pretend like you died” asks his sister, his clearly livid and barely holding herself back from storming Camp Jupiter, sister.

Jason shakes his head because death implies mourning and reminiscing.

Someone else would take credit for reforms he tried to push. All his actions and his feats would never be talked about with a name to place them with.

“It’ll be less like I died and more like I never existed at all” replies Jason with an air of calm acceptance.

Because really he can’t grasp why everyone else is so confused by something he’s known all along.

The battle is over. The war has been won and the good little solider boy has outlived his use.

What’s so confusing about that?

As a joke you had always said "I dedicate this to Hades" as you threw away food scraps from your cooking and cleaning your plates. When you die you find yourself in front of Charon's boat with Hades sitting in it, seemingly very excited to see his most devoted follower in recent times.

not wanting to be outdone by the benders in the gang, sokka invents the flamethrower, the supersoaker, the leaf blower, and the concept of throwing rocks at people

Abigail: Arthur, John is missing you need to go save him.

Dutch: Arthur, Micah is in prison and about to be hanged you need to go save him.

Trelawny: Arthur, Sean is being transported to be executed, we need to go save him.

Ms Grimshaw: Arthur, Tilly has been kidnapped we need to go save her.

Dutch: Hmm it would appear that Arthur has gone missing after a sketchy parley with my sworn enemy that we all agreed was an obvious trap.

Dutch:……

Camp:…….

Dutch: Eh, whatever. Im sure he’s fine.