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Little Fights - Lysical - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jason Todd & Artemis of Bana-Mighdall & Bizarro, Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd
Characters: Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Artemis (Wonder Woman), Jason Todd, Bizarro, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Team as Family, Artemis and Bizarro are still protective of the little one, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Protective Team, Sleep Avoidance
Series: Part 11 of Prompt Fics
Summary:

They’re back from a mission and Jason is acting strangely.

Face twisting into a grimace, Jason shook his head. “I’m fine, Artemis. Stop threatening me with my family.”

“No,” she replied. “It’s effective.”

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from my instagram story!!
i took a couple days to do traditional art before i dive into zine work and art trades pbtbt
(i like the valkyrie stage outfit a lot,,,,)

anonymous asked:

I love reading your interviews. I see parts of myself in your past and think "hey, I'm kinda similar to porp!" and then I'm slightly happier because we sort of connect even though it can be a little one sided. But now that I'm sending this message it's a little more two sided.

thanks!! im just so damn relatable ya know im that girl next door 8)

Lunch Hour

Tina rushed to the break room before anyone else could get access to the stove. The schedule was packed with Second Salemer discussions and debriefed with a few new witches and wizards.

Her soup that Queenie made was chilled and needed to be heated. Her stomach growled with anticipation of the hot creamy broccoli cheddar. It smelled heavenly last night when she mixed it together.

“Goldstein, you’ll have the wait in line.” One of the mail room girls shot Tina a scornful gaze when she rushed up to the stove burners, hoping that the little one even for the tea kettle was bare, but instead a small pot brewed a fresh batch of coffee.

“Tina.” Percival grabbed her bag, tapped it with his wand, and handed it back. “Just ask next time, I’ll heat it for you.” He winked and walked out, a mug of coffee clutched to his chest.

The mail room girls surrounded her. “Did he just use magic for your lunch?” One of the girls gawked. It was common practice to cook and brew as the no-maj’s do. An assimilation practice, everyone loathed it.

Tina slipped the thermos from the brown lunch bag and tapped it with her hands, warm to the touch. Her whole body relaxed, she’d enjoy her soup and be the first back to the meeting room.

“The favorite auror would get special treatment-”

“Ladies…” Percival frowned as he swirled his wand around the bunch of them. They all let out a shriek of excitement as all of their meals were warmed. “Tina.” He winked at her again. She blushed and took a sip of the soup as the others started their ritual gossip.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.