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Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.

“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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gokudera came looking for a fight, but this was not what he was looking for

(reborn intervenes before they can actually start a dance off - something that gokudera can’t help but feel grateful for. after all, ballroom dancing isn’t exactly applicable in this situation.)

anonymous asked:

I really like this idea floating around in my head of mythological creatures getting pissed when aliens invade and try to enslave humanity in the same way that an older sibling is allowed to pick on their younger siblings, but the second somebody else picks on their younger sibling they will fight to defend them.

Cryptids would be the best anti-alien brigade because they have highly specialized skills sets that involve a complete inability to reliably show up on imaging devices, scans, and other ways to tell if something’s lurking out there waiting to destroy invaders.


In this dark time of art block, I bring you…

Baby Reigen

Not even ageswap, just for whatever reason/by some accident he’s a little kid for awhile. Yeah. More to come probably.

Robbie Rotten was snatched as a child by the Fae and was replaced with a changeling named Glanni. 

He finds his way back home to Lazytown after cleverly bargaining for his freedom only to find out centuries have passed while he was in the other realm. 

Even so, everyone saw him as the horrible Glanni who was mean and nasty and just wanted to mess everyone’s day up. He comes face to face with his double and Glanni is just so relieved that he can finally leave this boring town. He congratulates Robbie on figuring a way out, because really that is rather hard to do. 

Robbie has to pick up his life and face what everyone thinks they know about him. Without being able to change what they think, he started to play along with it even though his heart was never really in it. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act anymore, or who he really is since the Fae had him for such a long time. He was never really able to develop his personality and sense of self normally.  So, he’s almost slightly relieved that he has a role to play.

This all started because Nine had been the hero of the town when Robbie was very young. All because he had figured out that Nine was an elf and since Nine was so trustworthy, he thought maybe those Fae were too since they were really similar to Nine. He forgot everything he knew about the Fae and went with them. 

This is why he tries to drive Sportacus out of town, because he doesn’t want anyone else to make the mistake of learning to trust magical beings and why Sportacus needs to work twice as hard to gain Robbie’s trust. 

(Dealer’s Choice if Glanni comes back into town to cause trouble just to bug Robbie or maybe to hide out from Íþróttaálfurinn for awhile. And if everyone sees him, Robbie has to come up with a quick “he’s my brother/cousin/relative and definitely not a changeling who won’t leave me alone!” or something.)

i miss orphan black. i haven’t seen it in 84 years and it used to be so Good™ in early seasons

Hanamaki jolts awake to the sound of screaming coming from Iwaizumi and Matsukawa’s shared bedroom.

He glances at the obnoxiously bright red numbers on his alarm clock. 3:43am. Fucking hell.

“Speaking of which,” Hanamaki tiredly grumbles as he pounds on the wall. “It’s 4am! We all have work tomorrow! So stop fucking and go to bed already!”

The screaming stops and Hanamaki silently thanks whoever’s out there watching over him as he flops himself back down into his pillow. If it was that easy, why didn’t he do it weeks ago?

“Oh good, he’s awake!” He hears Matsukawa exclaim from the other side of the wall.

His eyes snap open in fear. He regrets ever moving in with them.

He can also make out the stomping of feet in the hallway leading to his room, and he’s internally screaming when he hears his door handle jiggling and slams open to reveal–

“Wake up bitch!”

The overhead light is suddenly flicked on and Hanamaki actually starts screeching and yanks the covers over his head to block his poor defenseless eyes from the brightness.

“Mattsun what the fuck!” He yells out hoarsely. He lowers the blanket a little to let most of his face peek out at him.

“We got- Hajime’s cousin—“ Matsukawa stutters excitedly as he waves his hands around, his phone in one of them. “She just sent us a photo!”

Hanamaki simply blinks, completely straight-faced as he rolls over from him and pulls the covers over his head again. “Photo of what.”

He yelps when Matsukawa bends over him to look at his blanket-covered face, holding out his phone for Hanamaki to look at.

“Matsu I swear to god if this is a fucking scare prank—“

“Just look!”

Glancing at the photo with sleep-heavy eyes, he glares at Matsukawa’s stupidly excited face and closes his eyes in frustration. “So you came in here at 4 fucking am screaming and turned on the equivalent to the sun in my room that nearly blinded me just to show me a picture of a stupid little bean?” He huffs in disbelief.

Matsukawa snorts loudly. Hanamaki cringes a little. “Nooo, Makki. It’s not a stupid little bean; it’s mine and Hajime’s perfect little bean.”

His and Hajime’s… what?

“Well, technically mine—“

What?” Hanamaki says, rolling over to face him, squinting his eyes.

Feet walking down the hallway can be heard, and Iwaizumi waddles in sleepily, eyes completely shut. Hanamaki thinks it’s cute.

“Shut up, don’t call me cute.” Hanamaki didn’t even realize he’d blurted that out. “And Issei, I dunno why you’re yelling at 4 in the morning,” he cuts himself off with a yawn. “but couldn’t that wait until tomorrow morning?”

“It is tomorrow morning,” both Matsukawa and Hanamaki reply at the same time.

His eyes are still closed but Hanamaki can tell he’s rolling them. “Shut up,” he repeats, “it’ll be tomorrow morning when I wake up. Again.”

“…Anyway,” Hanamaki says, changing the subject, “why did your dumb husband come in here to show me a picture of a bean?”

“Bean?” Iwaizumi scrunches his eyebrows curiously, cracking open an eye to gaze at Matsukawa’s phone.

Hanamaki pushes himself up to rest on his elbows as Matsukawa shows him his phone. Iwaizumi rubs his eyes and blinks them open, squinting against the brightness. They grow wide as he examines the picture; Hanamaki swears they started filling with tears.

“Does this mean…?” Iwaizumi whispers to Matsukawa, whose biting his lip and nodding excitedly. “Oh my god.”

Hanamaki is still completely confused. “Give me the phone.”

Matsukawa hands it to him and he looks at it again, actually scrutinizes it this time, and his eyes fully open in surprise.

It’s a sonogram. And that “stupid little bean” is gonna be his best friends’ baby.

Holy shit.

The room is silent for a few moments, save for Iwaizumi’s loud sniffing and when Hanamaki’s hand shoots into the air as he yells, “DIBS ON GODFATHER.”

“Nope,” both Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say in unison.


“Just for calling them a stupid little bean,” Matsukawa says as he walks out of the room with Iwaizumi, not even turning off the light, “you’re not gonna be their uncle.”

The door shuts and Hanamaki flops back down into his pillow.



Some re-design (ish) things I sketched. X3 For some reason, lately I’ve been thinking about Danny Phantom getting a reboot that’s got more of a serious undertone while still conserving stupid puns and jokes. I was actually looking at anna-cattish ’s blog and I wanted a reboot to look like some of her art. It’s beautiful. :3 Anyway, I’d love a dp reboot that’s less afraid of angst and serious themes.

I had to sketch these two because of ep 12…!
Yata showing Fushimi how fun it’s to skate with a “fire powered” skateboard orsomethinglikethatidk