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“It’s not a real kid, Chase.”
Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.
Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.
“How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”
Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.
The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.
“It’s the Astral Pulse.”
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30 Apr 2026
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Grandpa Bobbie and his daemon Alba, who died before Robert was born, settled as a bobcat. Not the biggest daemon, but big enough one’d have to start considering the size of spaces when it came to their daemon. Dad and his daemon Solas settled as doberman. To a young kid, this was setting a pattern of bigger and bigger forms as the Robertson legacy continued.
Robert and Valda rarely ever went small. They did cheetah, tiger, lion, crocodile. All sorts of breeds of huge dogs. Wolves. Predators and hunters, animals befitting a hero who would protect people and hunt down villains.
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Dispatch with daemons. (Previously titled From the Dust)
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A distinct pop rings behind him. “What’s taking you so— oh my! What happened to the lights? I know I put some in here!”
Kinger turns just in time to see Caine’s eyes frantically searching to confirm his own competence, that he really didn’t just forget something so important as being able to see in the tent. A diligent AI, as always. Not perfect, but god knows Kinger isn’t either, so why would he expect that from his creation?
Well, not just his— they had a whole team, after all, and Queenie would not take kindly to not getting credit for her wonderful additions.
Their creation. All of their life’s work.
Kinger’s eyes crinkle fondly, no mouth to betray how he is smiling on the inside. “Hello, Caine.” He says. “I think this is some of your best work yet.”
(Or as the rest of the gang engages in a fast food masquerade, Kinger finds just enough sanity to talk to Caine properly. If only everything he said didn’t terrify Caine, or this might’ve all gone differently.)
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i wanna be your left-hand man by buffymysavior, goldenmorningglory
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
31 Mar 2026
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Summer at Camp Half-Blood is going as well as Will expected it to — Mike's Mythomagic campaigns are as insane as ever, Dustin's latest invention hasn't lobbed off any limbs, and Will is still unclaimed. Not that the last one is much of a difference from usual. But Will has a good feeling about this summer.
That's before he gets claimed by a god who's considered a traitor, lands up as the main character of a doomsday prophecy, and gets sent on a quest to Hell with his best friend and his girlfriend.
His best friend, whom he's hopelessly in love with.
PSA: No one should trust Will's feelings. Ever.
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11 Mar 2026
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SAVE ME PJO CROSSOVER SAVE ME 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 we truly exist in the best timeline
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Years have passed, and the Party has mostly drifted apart with the onset of adulthood. But after a painful encounter of Will’s, they discover a strange connection which opens their minds to one another and forces them back together. As they try to figure out what this connection really is, and how to sever it, certain things that might never have been shared or known otherwise eventually get dragged into the light.
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Mike doesn’t meander on his way back, cutting across corners and over lawns, and the strange pain is less overwhelming with his sneakers pounding against the pavement, the air sharper against his cheeks. He feels a faint lingering nausea that he just knows is Dustin’s, alongside the strange sensation of hands on his back and the sentiment of go unlock the door, Mike’s coming back that feels rough against the back of his throat.
Holy shit you’re out of shape, dude, Lucas’s voice is clearly ringing inside his head, somewhere just past his eardrums, and Dustin’s strangled amusement is clear as Mike manages to convey a sense of shut up without actually thinking the words.
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05 Mar 2026
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wdyd when you and your homies get stuck in a mind link