So, I love this tag and I’ve been endlessly scrolling through it and I realised that, in this tag, it’s always adults that they hang out with, so how would they react to children. Like, can you imagine?
“So, I heard you’ve finally taken my advice and recruited a human for your team?”
“Oh, yes. The human I have selected seemed particularly excited to come into space for the first tim-“
“Excuse me? First time? Humans are required to go into space at least once before they turn into adults and after they are sixteen! What human have you recruited?”
“I have recruited a girl called Katie Clarke and she is twelve sun-cycles old. She is very athletic and will be serving as encouragement for our team and designing our uniforms.”
“What is it? Is she going to be like those other humans in your crew that taped knives to your cleaning bot that stabbed your young human’s ankles?”
“No. Well, yes, probably, but that isn’t it. As you know, We have two young humans. The most notable is Rainbow. Her full name is Rainbow Skele and she is thirteen sun-cycles old and she writes that human ‘fiction’. She writes fantasy, horror and this thing called ‘fanfiction’, which is writing about a fiction series that already exists. She writes all our logs.”
“What’s bad, then?”
“There is this website that Rainbow and her best friend Andi refer to as ‘Blue Hell’ and they are totally obsessed with it. The two girls on our ship have not used this other thing I have heard of but there is this thing called SELFIE and Captain Twalkark of Cinibarb Fleet #7 claims that some of the adult humans on his ship constantly uses but he once met some young humans on Fleet #3 of Bantot that were even worse. They even used this so-called SELFIE technology on the Crown Prince of Zalsark.”
“Is this part of the story where they picked up the Crown Prince to coo at him?”
“Shall I terminate this new human’s contract?”
“No, don’t worry. Your new human will serve as… entertainment for you. Just make sure to steer-clear of any knife-wielding auto-cleaners.”
“You are not making me feel any better, Captain.”
“Don’t worry, humans are honestly fi-”
“OH MY GOD, CAPTAIN, ANDI PUT A FORK ON THE AUTO-CLEANER! YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THI-”
Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]
A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33
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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?
Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.
Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.
That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.
The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.
It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.
When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.
You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.
As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.
The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.
…However. Not everyone believes that.
Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.
Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.
Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.
They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.
They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.
He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”
“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.
“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”
Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.
The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.
“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.
“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.
When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.
Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.
“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.
Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.
“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.
“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.
You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.
“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.
“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.
Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.
the director begrudgingly puts tres horny boys in charge of a small section of the moonbase used to teach new recruits safety called safety town
the boys quickly divide up their territories and magnus names himself the mayor of new duckburg
citizens of new duckburg are mainly just killian and carey who are covered in war paint and help magnus steal resources from the neighboring territories until theyre all eventually banned from safety town
(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)
They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.
Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.
The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).
The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.
Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.
Author’s Note: So, Mitch Week has been extended! I’ve written up this angsty fluff and I think it’s absolutely adorable! I hope you guys like it! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. I love her!
also what he meant by “you wouldnt wanna upset the kid” is exactly that. dont do it. hes a nice kid why would you wanna do that you horrible people
an extension of this comic so I can draw reigen being a good human being. also an actual doodle comic this time. that reminds me of why I dont do actual doodle comics often (hint: because I cant without rolling in my grave over how sketchy it looks)
This is a HUGE file that I’ve been working on for a while and will continue to - feel free to ask for clarification on confusing or missing stuff, so I can explain better!. Check it out under the cut!
*I am a U.S. Marine, and this is a compilation of my and a few other Marine’s experiences! Other militaries and branches definitely have different terminology and experiences, and you can take and leave what you want from this for your story.
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I have about 15 accounts. One on EUNE, one on NA, one on RU, and probably fourteen on EUW. Just one of them (except my main) is at 30. The reasoning behind this many accounts? I like changing my name. I understand that I was stupid then, but it’s too late. I need to deal with this many accounts.
yesterday little rebel post this photos, and comment:
“This is so sad and so frustrating that I needed to share it here, because we need to do something or this hobby is going to be destroyed by people with no heart and no morals. This is only one case about many others but just take a moment to think how easy is to destroy the work of an artists in just a minute.
A doll that took months of hard work and money from an artist, can be stolen in a second without any shame or punishment.
I, as an artists who makes dolls, I can say that sometimes it took almost a year to finish a doll, and after that I have to save money to cast her (and to pay the Customs of course), and I have to sell at least 20 dolls to make some profit of it (profit for a month, not counting all the time that I "lost” making the doll). And then you see that any recaster can purchase any doll and copy it 5 time to make money and you can see how impossible this situation is for artists. How do you compete with these art thieves? The answer is: it is impossible. An artists can not afford it. Most doll “companies” are only one or two people business.
Please think about it, and think if you would consider fair that after a month of work, your boss give your salary to another person. It is crazy isn’t it? This is the same. Would you keep working to have your salary stolen every month?
I don’t want to make drama, I only would like that people think about this and the future of this hobby.“
So, you see how simple is becoming ruin a BJD artist? they only have to spam (and with their name and photos, shameless) on the recast group a dolls and recruit just 5 more person to stole a dolls and create another sculpt recasted to add at the long, long list.
and the crucial point it’s exactly this. they’re super organized. like for the cocoriang toby: cocoriang blocked all sales for China, so they just made a post on gao page that said: if you want toby recast, we have to be at last 5 people and one of us had to buy it for him. and they made it. many people on the Italian community pro recast (or Anti-artist, like we call it) recruit neewbies with the promise of free love and not rules and they go to the dark side, so they can have all the dolls they want, since luo and gao promise free dolls for this pro-recast scout and bootleg behavior.
and we and the artist, what we can do? they are so shameless because they know we can do nothing.
the good thing is that this "attempt” was ended thanks to a little research, we convinced this girl that was a neewbie to not do it and arm Lilicat that is alone now running his bussines, and she was (of course apparently, but stay positive) convinced. but the next time? who is the next to fall?
*Hey this is set a year before my post “Running Regrets” so it can be read separately. It is also posted on AO3!*
Neil was worried, which was not an unusual emotion for him. After captaining the Foxes for two years and proving his continued worth to the Moriyamas every game; worry was a constant companion.
Neil was exceptionally worried this year though, because Andrew had agreed to go pro. If, for nothing else, to keep a close eye on Kevin and Neil. Neil was not anxious about Andrew getting offers. No one could deny Andrew as the best goal keeper in the league.
Neil stressed over Andrew being alone.
Andrew might never admit it out loud but Neil knew how important having his family close was to the man. He knew by the way Andrew’s shoulders tensed whenever Nicky began excitedly chattering about Germany. Never noticing how Nicky always looks over at him hopefully, wanting support when he mentions breaks and vacations together.
And whenever Aaron mentioned med school, Andrew simply left the room. He blamed it on ‘the cheerleader breathing making him reach for his knives’ but Neil knew the truth. Andrew was not ready to let his family go.
Which of course was further complicated by losing so many people all at once. Kevin had signed with the L.A. Jets (ranked 4th nationally, seemed to Neil that Kevin also had an affinity for the underdogs((a comment he had of course made to the press at Kevin’s official signing causing Kevin to throw the pen at him, Andrew to smirk, and Wymack to noticeably not lecture Neil on appropriate things to tell the press))). When Kevin had moved out of the dorm and firmly shook Andrew’s hand on the promise of seeing him on the court again next year, it seemed to be the first moment Andrew had realized Kevin was no longer going to be in choking distance.
It was no longer going to be Andrew’s responsibility to pull Kevin off the floor when he has one of his 'Raven moments’ and dump him in his bed. There would be no one to watch history documentaries and then lecture on what they had gotten wrong. No one to yell about Andrew’s diet…
Neil had found Andrew on the roof during Kevin’s going away party holding a cigarette with a bottle a vodka resting by his leg. When Neil had dared to say “it’s okay to miss him.” Andrew had stubbed the cigarette out and calmly told Neil that he only regretted not having someone for Neil to blather on about exy with, because 'who will compete with you for greatest exy junkie ever’ before pulling on Neil’s shirt and distracting him with 'yes or no.’
But Neil had not been able to forget Andrew’s expression, and how he sometimes glared at their wall calendar as if it was to blame for time continuing to run away from him. For time taking his family away from him.
Andrew had finally found a family that wanted him, flaws and all, and their lives were now getting in the way of that. And soon time would be the cause of something Andrew had never experienced before. Andrew being the one to leave.
There are many things that Neil and Andrew each have as off limits topics. After Aaron’s court case Neil would never ask about the moment she (Neil never says her name) touched Andrew’s arm and opened her mouth as if to say something, before her face crumpled and she turned around and walked away. ((And when Neil was particularly obsessive with marking Andrew’s neck that night he knew Andrew was not okay until he looked in the dorms mirror three day later and said 'if you want to pretend to be a vampire at least finish the damn job’ before throwing on a scarf and leaving for class.)) And Andrew knew to never comment on why Neil flinches just a little too hard whenever a female comments on their relationship. Especially the one time Dan had yelled at them to stop flirting and get back to practice.
But nothing quite compared to both of their resistance to mention the looming May graduation date in a years time. The day Andrew would be leaving Neil. It was easy to say they were going to stay together. That 'this’ was it for both of them, but it was harder to admit that being apart was an ordeal neither wanted to face. Since Baltimore the longest time they had spent apart was a week (5 nights 6 days to be exact) and it was fur to another event neither of them spoke about.
Beyond that incident there was the occasional weekend where Neil went to visit one of the girls when Andrew was feeling particularly anti-outsiders and that was it. They were very rarely out of each other’s line of sight ((outside of classes and Andrew’s appointments with Bee)) much less across the country from one another.
Which compounded onto Neil’s other worry, because Andrew was not great at making friends. And Neil could not imagine being okay with Andrew being on a team full of people who didn’t understand him. He didn’t want Andrew to exist in a place where everyone only saw him as 'monster’ again. Andrew may have protected Neil his first year, but they had protected each other ever since.
“Uh… Captain? Neil? Dude? You alive in there?”
Neil was shaken out of his own thoughts by the woman standing in front of him. She was 5'6, muscular, and with a thick mane of unruly dark hair. Robin Thompson, their new freshman goalkeeper. Neil had been put in charge of picking her up from the airport. This was perhaps the friendliest greeting he had ever received from a freshmen recruit.
“You can call me Neil. No one calls me Captain.”
A wicked smirk turned up the left corner of her mouth, matching a nose that had clearly been broken at least once ((from reading her file Neil knew it had been broken three times)) and freckles that crossed the bridge of her nose across her cheeks. “How about Cap'n O'Neil?!”
“… that’s not my name.” Neil was sure it was a reference he was supposed to understand, but so far Robin had proven to be the most disarming recruit he had met. From reading her file he was expecting a sullen, angsty, angry teen and instead was sent to meet with the equivalent of a firecracker.
“Hmm slow on jokes. We will work on that.” Before tossing her carry on at Neil’s face and lifting her other bag on top of her shoulder, wheeling a midsize suitcase behind her and heading towards the exit. “You coming” was thrown over a shoulder and Neil was hard pressed to know whether or not it was a question or just merely a statement.
IRAQ. Baghdad governorate. Baghdad. February 15, 2004. An Iraqi policeman stands guard on a roof in a sandstorm at the Baghdad Academy for Police officers in Iraq. The Iraqi police had suffered grave losses that week with two major attacks on police stations and recruits to be officers, calling into question whether Iraq was ready for the transfer of power to Iraqi officials.