crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
Red Hood: I'm a team player
Nightwing: Team player, my ass! You pushed Red Robin off the ROOF!
Red Hood: [shrugs] He isn't part of the team anymore
Robin: [nods] I like this team much better now
Spoiler: [over the comms] Why is RR dangling from a fire escape?
Nightwing: Because-
Red Hood: Because he's not a team player!
look at this cool borzoi hanging out with some white dudes
!!!!!!!!!
“Oh yes, Oh yes, the both reached for the gun”
Except the gun is Robin. It’s Batman against his enemies- who will always try and use his children against him.
Bruce in a stretched out Nightwing suit:
Tim: Bruce Thomas Wayne, take that shit off NOW! Your bones are CREAKING trying to replicate Dick’s flips
Bruce: Bludhaven needs Nightwing
Tim: The seams are ripping on that costume, get out and let me put the stupid suit on, you don’t have the ass to be Nightwing
Bruce: I’ll have you know I was named sexiest man alive for three years straight! My ass is perfectly fine!
they’re all safe and happy!! mhm!! yes!!!!!!!!!
they are on vacation~🍃🌼
i love this fandom so much lmfao
When your bestie is hungry…>:)
Am i too late for this trend?
(Once again, fanart for Existential Crisis Mode on AO3 by @luciaintheskyainthi )!
i love making peter look sickly
HAHAHHAHAHhhahahaha how y’all doing today 😇
Hell or High Water Masterlist
“And I choke myself on sacred vapor
Waiting on some holy favor
Basking in the solace of regret
And it seems my hell is your high water
Wash me clean again before I pull myself beneath the waves”
-“Hell or High Water” by Sleep Token
I’ve had this idea of a Percy Jackson/DC crossover in my head for a while and at first it was just a way to jot down the basic universe info, then it became a fully fledged universe.
“You promise you wont hurt us?” Percy stuck his pinkie out, green eyes staring at the whites of his cowl.
It was comical how big Batman’s hands were compared to Percy’s. The gloved finger swallowed Percy’s when he wrapped around his, and Jason had to hold back his shock when Batman gave his brother a smile. “I promise.”
Ao3 link
“ If someone went up to twenty-one year old Bruce, when he was just beginning his training under Ra’s, when he truly believed it’d be best for him to remain alone and trust no one, that he would be the father of three sons, whom he could now no longer live without, Bruce would have shoved them into an Arkham cell himself.
But here he was, a father, holding tight to his youngest.”
Ao3 link
“Lying on their stomach on the other side of the roof was a boy his age. Percy knew the kid. He was in fourth grade class, but he didn’t really talk to the others. Preferring to stick by himself and fiddle with the camera he took with him everywhere.”
Ao3 link here
“You promised,” Percy yelled, hands holding tight to the backpack in his hand. His green eyes held an other worldly glow to them, a subtle light that was washed out in the warm light of the manor. The fresh tears that streamed down his cheeks reflected the manor light as well, but they went unnoticed by the older man. His back faced the child, one hand digging it’s nails into the hardwood railing of the stairs, the other fisted at his side. “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt us! Would hurt him! You’re a liar!”
Ao3 link here
“Is…Is Percy…?” He didn’t want to speak the words aloud, frightened that the universe would put that plan into motion.
“He isn’t here, young master,” Alfred eyes couldn’t meet his. “He’s gone missing.”
That was worse than being dead, Dick thinks. At least if he was dead, then he’d be here. His name would be carved into stone beside Jason’s, his own flowers decorating the grave. But he wasn’t. He was gone. His little brother was somewhere in the world without them and he didn’t even know where, didn’t know when, didn’t know how it happened.
Ao3 link here
“Percy…Blew up…The St Louis arch?!
He’s not dead?!
Tim’s eyes were wide as they replayed the footage and enlarged the grainy picture showed off his best friend. What was Percy doing in Missouri? Who is that girl? What happened when he went to New York? Worry began to fill Tim’s stomach. He wondered if Percy was put up to this, threatened to do something for someone, because there was no way he was doing this of his own volition.”
Ao3 link here
“He took a deep breath. He’s survived a trip to the underworld. He’s been to Olympus. Percy was a demigod, he’s faced far more difficult and scarier things in the two and a half months since he found out he was a demigod. He can totally face his adoptive father.
He rung the doorbell before he could change his mind.”
Ao3 link here
“Filler” fics that are a part of the series that could have been their own installment but didn’t make the cut to have their own upload, so they’re shoved in here. They will vary in length, quality, and seriousness, and they take place throughout the timeline of the series and will be updated with no rhyme or reason, just as I see fit. Their place will be stated before each one so you’re not as confused.
Fore warning though that, while you can read these back to back, you might get spoilers if you haven’t gotten to a certain part of the series yet.
Ao3 link here
love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?
Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…