#everfascinated

(I have so much lore tied to this image but I can't find the time to write it lol I just love the idea of Jason snatching the title off the Joker out of spite.

He puts down another gang not following his rules and one of them asks, half sarcastic and half terrified, "Who died and made you the King of Crime?"

Jason laughs, dark and low.

"I did.")

everfascinated said:

REACHING HADES AND HE DOESN'T BURN THE CLOAK BECAUSE HE'S TOO BUSY WRAPPING ZAG UP IN IT. "I THOUGHT YOU GREW OUT OF THIS FOOLISHNESS LONG AGO."

(the good thing about Loki is that I can write Lady Loki and it will still be canon!)

She looked at the other teens gathered around her, each kneeling with a lantern in front of them, their name, their mother’s name, a special blessing from the high matriarchs. Loki had only hers and Frigga’s name to show for it. No mother, no father - Tyr had made sure that Loki knew they weren’t actually related, despite caring for each other - no family.

As the lanterns rose up into the night sky she thought back on the nights at the cabin, alone, ostracised, shunned and not knowing why, but she would find out. One way or another that proving was hers. ‘For myself,’ she thought as she  bowed her head like the others. Together and yet separate, a thin curtain that showed nothing but the Asgardian’s hypocrisy.

“Nice ritual,” said the Oseram guardsman - Anthony as he has introduced himself - still glancing at the lanterns as they went further and further away.

it’s okay! i saw you had just followed recently and thought you might not be aware, but yeeeaaahhh that is a thing that recently happened.

I am Suddenly and Wholly convinced that Stiles is one of these Brownies, only weirdly big with correspondingly big actions. Like instead of helping out with the sweeping, he saves everyone’s goddamn life over and over again. And instead of moving the furniture or loosening shoe laces, he steals people’s keys and shit.

HmmMmMMm but a l s o what if Stiles is a descendant of the Beacon Hills Brownies, but he has no clue? Until like, the pack has a reason to need help from some friendly fae, and they’re all ready with offerings and bribes and whatever else, but the Brownies take one look at Stiles and are like, “Oh hey, you’re my third cousin twice removed. Yeah, we gotchu fam.”

And all the bitten wolves look at Stiles like ????

And Stiles looks back like ????!!?!!????!!!

And Peter is like, “I thought we just weren’t talking about it. He clearly smells like fae, and literally who else is that pale?”

“Why on e a r t h would I not talk about being a fucking Brownie?!” Stiles wants to know. “That’s tight as shit!”

Peter shrugs exasperatedly.

“I don’t know! Family can be weird!! I have a republican uncle I don’t talk about!!”

Their love language is snark and any endearment automatically turns into a snide remark on contact