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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 1 year

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I know the Shiro as Bruce Wayne's kid fic is probably abandoned (not meant as a slight or anything btw i have So Many fics i've abandoned writing as well) but i just read through it and i gotta say it is So Damn Incredible. The idea of former tech support, happy to be civilian, Shiro ending up the one in the most shit is insanely good. I keep thinking about the bats reaction to the footage of Shiro when he crash landed on Earth before Keith grabbed him, to see the replaced arm and numerous scars and shock of white hair, and the relief of him being alive but At What Cost?

If they ever manage to get their hands on tapings of Shiro's time in the arena you Know they would watch every single one, to the point they know more about Shiro's missing year than he does. Bruce would be so torn because Shiro used the knowledge and quick thinking passed down to him to stay alive but Shiro wasn't ever meant to be in danger like this. Shiro wasn't ever supposed to be in a situation so dangerous. His son only wanted to be an astronaut.

(Is he cursed to forever see the ones he loves suffer?)

Jason with his hackles raised preemptively in defense of Shiro because fuck the no killing rule, Shiro had always been the best of them and this hasn't changed it. Dudes ready to fight Green Lantern if the guy says the Galra aren't 'that bad' one more time - Look What They Did To His Brother, Obviously They Won't Say Shit To You If They're Planning On Invading Earth! You're From Earth!

Sorry for all my blabbering, It's just really good and i'm very thankful you wrote it <3

Anon I hope you see this.

1. Guess what bud that fic is coming out of hibernation bc I’m back into Voltron and I’m still ongoing into Batman and it’s been churning in my mind. Part of my plans for spring break next week include rereading my fic, rereading all my writing notes, working out where to go with it, going back and editing the chapters I already have written, and starting to write the rest of it. I make no promises on the timeline of a new chapter, as I’m in grad school and super busy, but that fic has lived rent free in my mind for half of a decade.

2. Thank you so much for your comments and enthusiasm!!! YEAH like part of the juiciness is that this is supposed to be Bruce’s civilian son who just wanted to be an astronaut!!!!! Flying space ships is so safe on the relative scale of things!!!!!!! But no!! Instead it’s his son who ends up like put through unimaginable torment AND who has to kill so much!!! The complexes that is going to give everyone.

The green lanterns are an aspect I had to and still have to think a lot about to work in to world building but YEAH Jason would be mad as hell. Tbh I think Hal Jordan would be equally ready to fight the galra bc he definitely had a bond with Shiro bc that’s Bruce’s coworker in the piloting/space industry

Ok the batfam seeing the footage of gladiator fights is something that I can’t remember if it was in my notes but like woof anon might have to use that bc that concept is juicy as hell

Anyways thank you so much for this message. I hope you know I’m gonna start working on that fic again very very soon

#the bat paladin #shiro is a batkid au #holly v*ltron tag #answered asks #anonymous

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thatoneao3writer · 2 years

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Okay. So. I told you that I had some Ideas. First of all, I’d like to preface this by saying that I know little to nothing about the lanterns in dc canon, so this may deviate a bit from that. Which is fine, since the ttau is mostly a chaotic mess operating by its own rules anyway.

Right. Well. You know how most of my asks start out these days. So I was reading through old asks and taking notes when I came across one of the older asks about Eret. Potentially the first. It was just one bullet point out of a bunch of headcanons, not much, but basically it just suggested that maybe Eret was guarding some sort of ancient power of Herobrine’s, keeping it from falling into the wrong hands. Now obviously this doesn’t 100% fit with our current conception of Eret’s character in the ttau, but I like to keep as many ideas I can from the asks in some form or another, so I was thinking that maybe there could be some sort of artifact that Herobrine was watching over.

Since we don’t have a ton of stuff for the black lanterns arc, I wanted the artifact to be related to that somehow. So I paid a brief visit to the Green Lanterns Wiki and found out about this fun little time called the Book of the Black. The black lanterns need it to start the Blackest Night, which is what they’re trying to do when they attack the other lanterns and all that.

So basically I was thinking. In my eternal duo fic, (ch11 is up now btw, it covers a fair amount of this stuff), I used the black lanterns causing trouble as the excuse for why Grian (then called Xelqua) was asking Herobrine to investigate Lucia’s disappearance instead of doing it himself. So my idea was that, around that time, Grian ends up stealing the book and gives it for Herobrine to safeguard, since the black lanterns probably wouldn’t think to look for it with him. This makes it so that the black lanterns can’t do any more large scale attacks until they get the book back.

Now, Herobrine kept this book in the trunk with all of his most valuable possessions. The one that Foolish has kept ever since his death. (Herobrine had told him to pass it on to his reincarnation to protect but Foolish hadn’t done it yet for the same reason he’s never opened it; he’s not quite emotionally ready to confront that yet). I was thinking that the trunk could go missing sometime during the election arc.

As for what happened to it… well… the Green Lanterns Wiki mentioned that someone named Scar had the book at one point, and while that Scar has almost nothing in common with ttau!Scar, aside from the name, I still thought that it was way too good a coincidence to pass up. So I was thinking that the Vex could ally themselves with the black lanterns. I haven’t figured out the specifics, but basically the Vex would end up possessing Scar a lot during that time period (like, a couple of seasons) leading up to the black lanterns’ attack, and he would be the one to steal the book for them. (Of course, it would take them a while to figure out how to open the trunk. It’s covered with a ridiculous number of padlocks of all possible varieties, and it’s warded to hell and back).

I have some really angsty eternal duo ideas for this arc too, but I can’t share them yet because they involve spoilers for the fic. But rest assured, they are very angsty. :)

-🤺

YOOO that is perfect, Fencer! :0 I love the idea of the Vex being allied with the Black Lanterns (there were fan theories going around about minecraft Evokers trying to raise the dead and the Vexes being souls they summoned). It's very fitting!

Not surprised that there's gonna be a lot of angst up ahead XD bring on the angst :)

#ttau #goodtimeswithscar #eternal duo #ask #annikathewitch

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murielisbestmountain · 4 years

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Hi! My sides are actually torn from all the laughing I did while reading your stuff btw. Could you ask our lord and savior Muriel to accidentally stumble in on the mc when they are (le gasp) indecent/naked??? It can be funny or steamy. I don't care as long as our sweet mountain man is rendered deeply uncomfortable 😀

Yes that is, indeed, my name.

Muriel x reader - gender neutral reader, minor steam but not enough to cook broccoli, general humor, Muriel is amazing and I’d sell my soul to that man.

The palace with Nadia completely in charge is way more beautiful than anything else. Colors from Prakra combined with the new artwork on the walls have produced a beautiful new Vesuvia. And to celebrate, the masquerade has been continuously put on. A party to celebrate freedom from the Red Plague and the Devil.

Even now, as the sun sets over the horizon and the staff begin settling down for the night, there’s a buzzing excitement hovering over Vesuvia. The city stands in muted joy, waiting for the incoming party.

In one of the many luxurious rooms, a lovely form shuffles about. Eyes half-lidded in sleepy joy as they put away their various clothing items. Nadia, in her loving fashion, had asked her beloved friends to come back and stay in the palace for the week of the masquerade. The five companions had been spending the days prepping for the party. Ordering food, decorating, and generally being companions filled the days from morning to night.

(y/n) meanders about, trying to find their pajamas to slip into. A few myrrh-scented furs and items are scattered about the room, intermixing with the magician’s own things.

“Muri, dammit,” (y/n) huffs, cleaning up the random items. Nadia had given each of the guests their own room, but in his usual fashion Muriel had sort of just snuck his way into (y/n)’s room. Now the poor magician paces, trying to find their soft pajama shirt in the mild clutter. Cool air flutters over their bare skin as they search fruitlessly for clothes that were probably stolen by Inanna.

“Alright alright,” Muriel’s voice rumbles from outside the door, “Goodnight, you two.” The mountain man slips in through the door, waving softly to Asra and Julian as they walk off to their own rooms.

“Muriel, have you seen my pajamas?” (y/n) asks, comfortable with just meandering around the way they are. Muriel plops onto the bed, facing away from the apprentice as he slips his boots off and stretches.

“I haven’t seen them, I’m sorry,” the mountain hums, popping his knuckles and stretching his legs out a tad.

“Well fuck,” (y/n) sighs, putting away the final bits of clothes and magic supplies.

“Just wear tomorrow’s clothes,” Muriel offers, humming a bit as he looks up at the ceiling, “Its not that bad.” The man’s shoulders relax, his whole aura calming from being around his comparatively small lover.

“But...pajamas.” they pout, crossing their arms and huffing. Muriel hums softly, his fingers tracing the soft blankets on the bed.

“I’ll help you lo-....” Muriel turns, freezing as he sees (y/n)’s bare form, “L-Look....” The magician smiles, clapping their hands together once in joy.

“Yay!” (y/n) trots over and presses a loving smooch to Muriel’s cheek, “My hero~” The mountain man’s face turns darker red, his whole body shaking at being so close to someone who’s so beautiful.

“H...heahhhh...” He stammers uselessly, eyes burning from his refusal to blink, “mheh....” (y/n) giggles, pressing a soft kiss to Muriel’s forehead.

“Oh Muriel never change, my dear,” the magician coos, cupping the stubbly cheeks of the massive man.

“wh...who?” Muriel blushes all the way down to his chest, skin burning under (y/n)’s touch.

“Muriel?” the latter giggles, “That’s you.”

“me?”

“Yes, you’re Muriel. My handsome boyfriend.” At this, the poor mountain man’s brain finally un-melts itself, his eyes blinking rapidly to make up for the crazed wide-eyed stare he’d been sporting.

“Oh yeah, um,” Muriel clears his throat, eyes watering from not blinking, “That’s me. that’s my name.” (y/n) giggles, lowering themselves down to straddle their boyfriend’s lap, dim light barely illuminating their skin. Muriel’s calloused hands come up to grip onto their hips, fingers pressing into the soft skin as if the magician will attempt to run away.

“yes, yes it is,” (y/n) giggles, cupping the mountain man’s face and peppering his scarred skin in kisses. Each kiss melts the muscular frame of the tenderhearted man even further. His face burning with flustered joy and his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. A deep rumble comes from Muriel’s barrel chest, his lips pulled into an unbreaking smile. (y/n) shuffles forward, trying to press their naked belly to Muriel’s body. However, as they squirm closer, the man lets out a very loud dying whale sound, startling the magician.

“WHATTHEFUCK,” Muriel squawks, face flushing as his lover accidentally presses their not-clothed-at-all crotch to his ever-hardening member. It’s not like the duo hadn’t been intimate together in any capacity; however, the pair hadn’t done anything outside of Muriel’s home and general vanilla ways.

“Are you okay?” (y/n) giggles, hands on Muriel’s shoulders as the large male grips their hips like a lifeline.

“M-Mhm,” Muriel swallows loudly, eyes devouring the image of his beloved, “I’ve never been better.” The magician smiles, flicking their hand and putting out the lantern in the room.

“I think I’ll just chill like this tonight,” (y/n) hums, “It’s not like I’m here with a stranger. I trust you, Muri.” the former barbarian blushes, watching as his lover climbs into bed and curls up. (e/c) orbs slide shut as, presumably, Muriel slips off his own clothes and-

“Move over.” The man growls softly, standing very much not clothed in front of his beloved. The aforementioned (y/n) shuffles out of the way excitedly, feelings of adoration and excitement racing through their body as the beautifully sculpted warrior slides into bed.

“Oh shit now how am I gonna sleep?” (y/n) teases, winking and laying down on the silken bedsheets. Muriel looks over, gorgeous green eyes illuminated by the moonlight. A smile stretches over the man’s lips, casting a wink at the flustered magician.

“Who said anything about sleep?”

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #the arcana game #muriel #muriel arcana #muriel x reader

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mxdberries · 4 years

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Not a gmdzsthot, but. You mentioned that chinese funerals need to be at auspicious times, and I've been looking up other traditions... Is there anything they do like light a memorial flame, or specific incense? In my culture a memorial lamp will be lit constantly for 27 days at the deceased person's hous, and no one else in the extended family will light a lamp anywhere until those days are up, we have a memorial ceremony. Do you know any specifics like that for mdzs?

Disclaimer! I am not of Asian descent, I am Mexican. Take this with a grain of salt, I've done my best to get accurate info. All my information is based on my own research. I'd see a custom/tradition/superstition portrayed in a book or show and I use that as my springboard for research to see what was true or not.

I'm not going to do a deep dive into actual religion because I wouldn't be able to explain it right. I'm sure you guy already know traditions can vary and can change or become forgotten as time changes. But here are a few posts & articles talking more about it. Oh man I found a good reference on Twitter but it got deleted. Link 1 | Link 2 | Link 3

Practices/Funeral rites:

Clothing needs to be white, women may wear a white pointed hood, while men wear a white headband. During mourning period you can't wear bright colors just pale tones or dark shades of blue, brown or green. If the deceased has kids (and grandkids) they can't cut their hair for 49 days (this part has mostly died off in recent years)

Funeral can be a week long while the mourning period is 49 days, there specific days for priests to give prayers, after it's all over the people can cleanse, pray and return to their usual life.

Cremation was more taboo in the past because they consider your body a gift from your parents, it's best to return to the earth as whole as possible. Scars, missing limbs, even cutting your hair (more than trimming) was frowned upon. (Though that depends on the dynasty)

So filial piety plays a big role in funerals too. An older person can't show respect to a younger, an unmarried man won't be offered prayers since he has no kids to do his rites nor can his parents/grandparents do them. If a baby or child dies no funeral rites are performed, they're buried in silence. For an older person how grand it'll be depends on the person’s status, age etc. even if the family of the dead falls into debt to pay for it.

people would bury some funeral objects for the dead, such as gold, silver, bronze wares, pottery, and other precious things (remember the grave robbing at Dafan Mt)

Tomb sweeping day (April 4th or 5th) sweep the tomb, clean the incense pot, light incense, leave offerings and pray. Go to Temple to ask for ancestors blessings.

Playing loud music to keep ghosts away & loud crying as a sign of respect, the louder the better...unless it's a child

Burning incense (the more you burn the more prosperous)

Spirit money (joss paper) is burned to ensure the ghost has good things in the after life. Don't burn real money it's considered unlucky. Typically people burn Joss paper on the death anniversary, their birthday, specific festivals; there are other acceptable time but those are the most common.

Ghost marriages are a thing btw, parents worry if their son died unmarried he'll be resentful for being alone, so they'll arrange a good match. There are other reasons including "continuing" the line. Most times it's with another dead person, sometimes there's a living person who would marry in as their widow. Its still done to this day. There aren't enough women, so grave robbing happens or worse.

Ghost festival (Yulan Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, etc) it's held during the 7th month on the Chinese calendar. It's believed the gates of hell are open so ghosts can receive offerings, visit the living. The living show filial piety by preparing food & drink, lighting incense, burning joss paper and other paper goods (like clothes, gold), priests perform rituals, there's a feast for the dead. Two weeks after the festival, they use paper lanterns or boats to guide the spirit back to the afterlife.

(God this is already very long even after multiple rounds of edits, I'm sorry for this info dump)

So yeah in the grand scheme of things, Wei Wuxian's cultivation method of using corpses & spirits as his tools is one of the most offensive thing he could ever do.

#not gross #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #china #chinese culture #Chinese customs #funeral customs #death customs #idk how to tag this #long post #reference #ask

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askmyboys · 4 years

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The Family (their not ACTUALLY related tho I’llexplainintextshh)

Names: Luke, Alan, Scott, and Wyatt | Genders: Male | Ages: Unknown | Heights: Luke is 7'3", Alan is 5'0", Scott is 6'2", and Wyatt is 7'1" | Species/Race: Human | Hair Colors: Alan's hair is Peanut Brown (his hairstyle is Tapered Sides + Messy Comb Over), Luke's hair is pitch black (his hair style is fairly lengthy, curly/stringy and honestly it looks very scraggly, it looks like he barely e v e r combs it or anything), Scott's hair color is Ginger (his hairstyle is: Shaved Sides + Long Parted Hair), and finally Wyatt's hair color is Hickory Brown (his hairstyle is Cool Textured Thick Hair + Short Sides) | Eye Colors: Alan's is Denim Blue, Scott's is Forest Green, Luke's is Seal Gray, and finally Wyatt's eye color is Charcoal Black (their eye colors are mostly the way they are because of the colors meanings) | Appearances: Let's start off with Alan... he usually wears sweaters, turtlenecks or hoodies most of the time- complete opposite to the others for sure, he'll wear some ripped jeans to go along with them and some regular boots, nothing TOO fancy- he just likes the comfy feeling of sweaters/turtlenecks/hoodies n such mostly, he does wear them bc of that but also to cover up all his scars- I'm going to get this out of the way already, all of them wear animal masks tbh- Alan's mask is a mouse, Scott's mask is a bull, Luke's is a wolf, and Wyatt's mask is a Fox, Alan has a circle beard, Scott has a short boxed beard and both Luke and Wyatt have full beards. Scott usually wears tank tops and ripped pants, combat boots included as well, he's not really much for fashionable looks- just whatever fits and is easy to throw on usually, he also has a ton of scars on himself as well, the most prominent one is over his right eye however it doesn't seem to affect his vision- oh he also wears fingerless black leather gloves with spikes on them- I do gotta also say- Alan's a skinny not so strong looking dude, Scott looks a bit chubby but he's definitely beefy and could probs take out 5 people at once if he so desired, Luke is pretty beefy considering those kinds of standards- he doesn't look TOO strong but he could definitely take some people out if he wanted, Wyatt is a large chubby man but don't underestimate him- he can EASILY kick your ass too. Luke's main outfit is a long sleeved black t-shirt along with overalls over them, and he also wears combat boots as well- if he's not wearing his overalls- he'll wear a ripped denim jacket (a simple white t-shirt underneath it), ripped up blue jeans and- well- okay the combat boots stay either way, he gotta have those- and he wears dark brown punk rave gloves (I have an image ref if ya wanna see- just ask and I'll show ya) he has scars on his arms, legs, chest, back- and especially his face- although they don't seem to bother him in the slightest tbh. and finally Wyatt usually wears ripped denim jackets as well, again a simple t-shirt underneath, and his boots look more punk like than anything really, he also wears fingerless/knuckle-less leather driving gloves on both hands (all the lads that DO wear gloves have them on both hands btw), he also has a bunch of scars all over him but like everyone except for Alan, his scars don't bother him- in fact he's happy he's got them- its proof of just how strong he is. | Personalities: Let's start off with Alan once again, he's the surprisingly "sweet one" of this fucked up bunch- he's shy, he hardly talks because of that fact but also the... "outsiders" as his "family" calls them (fun fact: their not actually related at all in the slightest, they just... consider themselves this kinda weird, fucked up family if you will-), so the outsiders terrify him- he's worried they'll corrupt him or worse, hurt/kill his family, he can't let that happen... So, despite his shyness n such, he WILL kill someone if it means protecting his family but that's the only way he'll kill or torture e v e r, he's the sweetest one compared to the others however so long as no one tries to corrupt him or hurt/kill his family then he's chill, he just isn't good at conversations because of his shyness and fear of corruption, he does genuinely care for his family however, they all do- they'd protect each other with all their dying breaths for sure. Scott is cold, uncaring, and pretty much the brawn of this group- sure, Luke n Wyatt are also pretty strong as well BUT- Scott still counts as the brawn, he's completely silent- doesn't ever speak a word- he's not mute actually but he just chooses not to speak, words waste time when he can be causing mindless carnage ...so long as Luke or Wyatt give him the okay that is, he HIGHLY respects them both as the leaders essentially in a way, as for Alan... despite his cold and uncaring attitude towards the outsiders, to his family he is respectful and even... friendly actually- he tries to toughen Alan up on occasion- not because he thinks Alan is weak, he just doesn't want him to be... left behind in a way- he wants him to be able to defend himself if the outsiders come into their territory. Luke is cold as well, he also rarely speaks- only when he needs to truth be told, he h a t e s the outsiders but loves his family, he won't hold back at all most of the time when an outsider comes into their territory- Wyatt has to tell Scott to restrain Luke when it comes to them, he also tries to help Alan out along with Scott, he wants Alan to have not only a strong body however he also wants him to have a strong mind- the outsiders... he'll give it to em begrudgingly, their smart... too smart, they could easily corrupt such a young fragile mind like Alan's and he won't e v e r let that happen, he has a high respect for Wyatt, Wyatt is like the true leader of this family- and finally Wyatt... Wyatt is a fuckin lunatic im just gonna say that right now, he's mysterious and unpredictable- you never know what his next move is going to be no matter how much you try to get a read on him, he's v e r y cryptic with his wording and well various other things as well (he's p much the cryptid of their territory at this point), he's cold, calculating, and cunning- he's pretty much the brains in this here family, always makes the plans when outsiders venture into their territory, he's ALWAYS prepared just in case, can't have a n y o n e ...well, anyone that isn't w o r t h y inside... but to be honest, most outsiders aren't worthy, they aren't f i t to be let inside, those that are however... Well... It's best to just wish them luck, that's all you can do at this point, because after he finds the worthy ones, there's not much hope for them afterwards... | Side Facts: Before I talk more bout them, let's talk about their territory that's referenced so much... So, their "territory" is pretty much a deep part of the woods, they have a fairly big log cabin, its a very old and dirty looking house both on the inside and outside in fact, there's lots of things on their property, lots of it looks like junk in a way, junked up cars even, honestly- it looks like something out of a horror movie which in a way is fitting given their personalities n such, you can tell your getting close to their home when you see lanterns hanging on the trees and that's a sign you should turn back and r u n, that is... If you can, there's usually one of them ALWAYS patrolling EVERY inch of their territory. Tbh- their territory is also gated off anyways and for a g o o d reason, so crossing the gate is of your own free will- so you'd p much be putting yourself in harms way willingly so yeaaahh... Now onto the lads, what do they do in their spare time when their not patrolling or keeping close eye on the new outsider that wandered inside, etc? Well, Alan usually spends most of his time inside and reading or he's making and inventing things and new weapons for the rest of his family, he's always happy to give them a new weapon when one of theirs breaks down or help out when they need (but first, lemme say that their MAIN weapons they have around the property and like to use is, well... Alan likes to use a simple baseball bat, Scott uses a hook/chain, Luke has an axe, and Wyatt will honestly use whatever he wants, in a way- their kinda similar to slashers when they start bringing out the weapons n such), when Alan's not doing any of that- he usually explores the woods, well MOST of the woods... He's always heard from the others not to explore the d e e p e r parts of the woods and of course he listens despite his curiosity. Scott usually helps Wyatt hang up more lanterns on some of the trees bc a lot of those outsider nuisances for some reason grabs the lanterns and usually winds up dropping them on the ground out of fear n other bullshit, they keep those lanterns there for a r e a s o n... aside from that, he'll borrow Luke's axe and chop some firewood (they dont have electricity, they dont really care for technology or any of that), mostly aside from doing work around the property- he'll exercise more with Luke, carrying and lifting heavy objects- gotta keep their strength up, he'll also help Alan try this as well ...he has on occasion panicked bc Alan was struggling so much with one object, it looked like it was about to crush him, Wyatt has warned both Luke and Scott to start small and then go for the much bigger objects, you can't rush these things. Luke usually also does some work on the property, he hunts food more so for the family than anything, he's a good hunter and damn good tracker, of course- he uh, uses a gun for the hunting not an axe lmao, he'll bring back the food to get them through the harsh winters and just to get by in general, he's also good with telling which plants/berries would be safe to eat and which are not, he patrols the area ON OCCASION along with Wyatt but, his self restraint to go and rip them apart needs to be stronger in order for him to patrol- he needs MORE self control than that, like Scott- he also helps Alan out with not only strength of the body but also mental strength- he knows those... book thingies, albeit usually an outsider item- will help him gain more knowledge, Wyatt has told him however that, even books can be mistreated by an outsider, they take stuff for g r a n t e d... Which is foolish, but he'll still help Alan out himself as well. and finally... the big finale of this long ass post, Wyatt, the l e a d e r of this fucked up family... He usually spends his time outside, keeping an eye on the property and ready to help one of his "brothers" as he calls them (again, just in case its been forgotten, they are not ACTUALLY related, they just think of themselves as this weird lil fam) if they need, he's essentially the overseer of them and of course their property, he makes the plans if outsiders come into their territory OR... if their worthy enough, he'll help them... see the light so to speak, he'll help them see the true meaning... blah blah ya know all that cryptic shit, he's been to the... D E E P E R parts of the woods before, he knows a l l about it... He tries to keep his brothers shielded from it, they don't deserve to be put through a n y t h i n g like t h a t, he's warned Alan himself before too of course like "Now brother, don't'cha dare go wanderin' into them deeper parts of the woods, it ain't safe... Not for a young fragile soul such as yerself..."

#new ocs #my ocs #the family #wyatt #luke #alan #scott #some fucked up lads #you'll get the story that goes with em soon #for now read this #and get to know these babs a lil bit beforehand

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weasleygirl7 · 7 years

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Memory (Part 1/?)

A/N: Sooo I got this idea after I watched the vow, (great movie btw) It's not requested, I've just had in it drafts for a really long time. I'm not sure anyone's really going to like it? But I figured I would post it to see what happened. I've already gotten a few more parts written, so if you like the story please let me know so I can post those! Anyways, I'll stop rambling Love you all!

Pairing: Green Lantern Reader x Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

If you could describe it in one word, blank.

It had been blank before. Why had it gone?

The first thing that came back to you was sound. A constant, steady beeping. A machine rising and falling. The worried and hushed whisper of voices, voices, people... you felt a hand brush over yours. Touch. The lingering placement spoke of worry and care. Your mother maybe? Your father?

You felt an itchy sheet underneath you, and you laid on a rather stiff bed, the mattress odd and unforgiving.

Almost as odd as the stench of disinfectant. Smell... like sickness and bleach... like a hospital.

Hospital, you frantically blinked open your eyes. White light, much too bright assaulted you as you rapidly tried to adjust.

As if through a tunnel you could hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly, the shuffling of feet, the even louder murmur of voices.

Hospital.

You hated hospitals.

You were covered by a thin sheet, tubes were attached to your arms, you were trapped. How did you get here? Why were you here? Who are you people? The heart monitor's beeps increased in frequency, urging your heart to beat faster to keep up.

A few People rushed To restrain you, and unfamiliar faces crowded your vision. Too many people, too many hands, curling yourself up, you cradled your throbbing head and cried out.

Oh god, make it stop, make it all stop, take you back to when it was blank.

"Hey! Back off her alright?" An outlying voice said, a tone of anger wavering in their voice.

The hands withdrew, steps faded away- you must remember to thank that angry voice.

You felt someone brush the hair off your forehead, and flinched at the contact. It hurt, oh lord, your head hurt.

"(Y/N)?" A gentle voice whispered, and the soul inside of you leapt with recognition, as if crying: (Y/N)! Yes! That's me! I'm (Y/N)!

You slowly tipped your head up, blinking once again at the bright surroundings, and your eyes immediately focused on blue.

The blue you dream of, the color blue the sky is when you are a child, the blue the ocean is when you can see all the way to the bottom, the blue of the ever constant tides and of the calming midspring rains, the blue that was so full of emotion...

"Thank god."

You blinked multiple times, focusing on the whole picture rather than the one detail.

A man, you were staring at a man. You could see the slight differences of skin tone where if he had been paler there would have been a splash of freckles, his messy black hair, the way he had a slight scar above his left brow, the forgotten laugh lines and deep dark circles around his eyes- his bright blue eyes- it looked like he hadn't slept in days... you were much too close, and he was far too attractive.

Scrambling backwards, you took a ragged breath as the room around you became much clearer.

"Shh, (Y/N), it's alright, you're safe, we're in the hospital," the man said soothingly and you begrudgingly nodded.

Confusion swirled in your brain, like a fog that was too dense to navigate through. It seemed to settle over things you knew you should know- like a blanket covering memories you felt tugging at you, but no matter how hard you tried the fog wouldn't dissipate.

"I-" you coughed, your voice coming out much more pathetic than you had realized.

A small foggy pink glass of water was held in front of you, and with a jerky movement you glanced up.

A tall, imposing man stood next to your bedside. He so seemed impossibly wide and formal you couldn't help but feel intimidated. His eyes were kind but his jaw was harsh.

Carefully taking the glass, you swallowed a few gulps.

"My... my head hurts," you said slowly, wincing ever so slightly.

A nurse glanced at you and checked the chart in her hand, with a warm smile she patted your foot.

"That's completely normal after what you've been through sweetheart. I'll go get you something for that." With that, she headed out the door, leaving you with the three men- your doctors?

You wrinkled your nose is confusion. "I don't understand- what I've been through?"

The imposing man looked you over worriedly.

"You were gravely injured in the fight against The legion of doom, you took on Sinestro even though your ring had been dangerously low on power-" he stopped as the brown haired man behind him scoffed.

"We told you not to! You could have died (Y/N)! Do you have any idea how much-"

"Hal!" The blue eyed man snapped, and the imposing man sighed.

"We'll lecture you another day, we are all just glad you're alright."

Your eyes widened in confusion.

"Excuse me, but what the heck?" You glanced between the men-doctors in utter confusion. "Who's... Sin-Jesto? What ring? Why would you Lecture me? And Why did you start yelling at me? Where are my parents?"

"(Y/N)," the blue eyed doctor began and you shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze.

"Don't you remember us?"

"I'm sorry, remember you? Aren't you just my doctors? Wha-"

"What's going on here?" The nurse returned, glaring between the three men.

"You said she would recover! You said she would be fine!" The blue eyed man launched to his feet, jabbing a finger angrily in your direction, glaring at the nurse, as (Hal? Maybe was his name?) whirled on her as well.

"Brain injuries aren't that simple, Mr. Grayson. I said she would recover, the odds were good but there's always unforeseen side affects. She's alive, and awake. And that's what counts," the nurse placed a hand on his shoulder. "Give it time, You have to give her time."

The man- Mr. Grayson, turned to you.

"Do you really not remember?" He asked quietly as he sat on the chair next to you.

"I'm sorry, should I?" You frowned. He looked so heartbroken as He carefully placed his hand over yours.

"(Y/N), it's me, Dick, your husband, and Bruce."

It felt like you stared at him for hours.

This... this man, Dick, he was your husband? And his name was... Dick? You couldn't help the bubble of incredulous laughter that rose in your throat. "I'm- I'm sorry! It's just- how are you my husband? Why's your name Dick?"

"Sweetheart, I still ask those questions," Hal responded and Dick shot him a glare. The nurse turned her head to you in worry.

"Honey, what's the last thing you remember?"

You frowned, biting your lip in concentration. It was hard to pinpoint an exact memory.

"I- It had just snowed. We were at my House, my mom told me to grab my gloves before school, and that's it? Why?" You shrunk under the woman's worried gaze. “Yeah, about that where are my parents?"

Dick, (Seriously, how was that his name?), took a sharp breath.

"(N/N), it's 2022," Dick said softly. You spluttered.

2022? How was that even possible? You needed a mirror, you needed to see... As soon as you tried to get up, Dick tried to hold you down. You shrunk back for a moment under his touch before trying to push him off you.

"I need to see! Just let me up alright?" You snapped, and he immediately pulled his hand back.

"It's alright," the nurse informed you stood warily. The older man, Bruce, Dick mentioned, carefully moved the iv drip so you wouldn't tangle the cords.

Dick got up too, and when you looked in the mirror you took rapid steps back. This girl- she barely looked like you! Her eyes were harsher, her face more thin, her hair was a ratted mess (most likely from being wrapped in bandages).... she couldn't be you. She seemed so... hardened. Reaching a wary hand up, your own face and paused as you looked at your arm.

"Woah," you murmured, flexing slightly and you stared agape. Turning back to the others you saw them looking at you in confusion. "I'm freaking ripped!" Dick and Hal burst out laughing and you couldn't help but smile, soon Bruce and the nurse joined in.

"I came as soon as I heard! Shayera is on her way from the watchtower... (Y/N)?" A familiar voice echoed from the room and you froze in shock. That was your Uncle John, John Stewart.

"John, she doesn't, just be careful, she can't remember-"

"Uncle John!" You screeched and ran over to him, tripping up on your iv drip but nonetheless flinging yourself in his arms. He stiffened in shock for a moment before returning the hug with similar vigor.

Tears fell down your face as you breathed in. You could remember him, there was one thing here that connected to your memories.

"(Y/N), I'm so glad you're alright," he pulled back a little to get a better look at you. "What's wrong?"

John turned to look at everyone in the room, and you took a step back. He wasn't the same Uncle John you remembered. His hair was grayer and his voice seemed rougher. But then again, if it was 2022, he would have aged quite a bit. The men looked at you, and Dick- you had to turn your eyes away from his. He looked so distraught, and you knew it was all your fault.

Hal seemed distant, and the other man, hell you still didn't truly know his name. "She doesn't remember any of us," Hal rasped.

"She doesn't-" your uncle turned his head down to look at you.

"Her last memory is it snowing and her mom telling her to grab her gloves before school," Bruce filled in. "But it makes sense she would still remember you, she's known you her whole life."

"Bruce-" Uncle John paused with a heavy breath, "that means..."

"Speaking of," you murmured, "no one answered my other question: where are my parents?"

The room went eerily quiet and your Uncle John placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, your parents passed away 10 years ago."

You stumbled backwards, confusion marring your face. “That's not possible."

Everyone was quiet and watched your reaction, and Dick looked ready to catch you if you passed out.

Your breaths came in sharp gasps and your shook your head wildly. "No, no. That's not right. This is all just some bad dream. It's not 2022, I'm not married to some random guy with the name Dick, I'm not in the hospital, I'm just...."

Uncle John placed his hand on you, and your nose wrinkled in pain. "How are they dead?" When no one answered you turned to the nurse in a flurry, "How come I can't remember my freaking life?" Tears filled your eyes and your knees crumpled. How could you forget so much?

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justatulpahavingfunwithourhostie · 6 years

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Introductions, Soul

Soul- Traumagenic system member

Gender-male

Species- human

Appearance- just like the host but as a guy with more scars, a smaller booty, and shorter lashes,

Personality- really fuckin derpy, I see the Host's safety and stuff as being number 1 and I will force her out of her body to take her place if she's being hurt by stupid people making stupid choices, my smarts only shine when I'm doing science, math, or psychology.

Other- I have Aspergers, Anxiety, Depression, Social Anxiety and Insomnia just like our host, but my insomnia and depression are worse, making me tired and sleep deprived most of the time and feeling really suicidal if I'm not helping someone out. My big sis is Alice, my twin sis/other half is Heart (I'm the older twin btw), and my adopted transgender brother (was born female, [he was called Ci-Ci back when he was a girl] is now a male, just for clarity) named Ace. Also, when our host decided enough was enough and got her hair cut short, my hair was the inspiration for hers, (short sides and back with a longer top then leaving it naturally styled [literally not having to style it ]), I have the power to summon shields and stuff (aka, defensive summoning)

Past- it was a normal life but only three memories stick out, when I met our host during "The War" ( a war where two endomatic system members named Daisy and Masquerade fought for the position of ruler in the mindscape and the battle ultimately killed them both and we decided that the mindscape would be divided into three sections with the eldest from each section being joint rulers beside our host [section 1 or the white section's ruler is My sis Alice, section 2 or section grey is ruled by Shade, section 3 or section black is ruled by Morgan] so yadda yadda yadda). memory 2 I met Ace (Ci-ci at the time), in section grey while I was doing my thing and had chosen to take a nap on the ground in the middle of nowhere after I had an argument with my sisters (I was dumb and ran off to cool down) and I had gotten kidnapped by a random wolf (I'm very scrawny and weak so it just grabbed me by the hood and even tho I woke up when it started dragging me off I still couldn't escape alone also don't ask why the wolf did that, the animals here are weird and don't always act like animals do out there) so yeah I'm pretty dumb and weak, so the wolf was kidnapping me and I was flailing about and yelling for help when I hear hoofbeats coming closer so I look over and there is a horse with a scarecrow on it, obviously I do the only thing I could really do and I screamed at it, when the scarecrow yelled at me "dude what are you even doing?! And stop screaming!!" So yeah, long story short i was freed from the wolf and the scarecrow just turned out to be a girl sort of rebelling against her friend's orders to actually wear some proper riding gear (instead of a helmet she was wearing a goddamn jack-o-lantern on her head so I feel that me thinking she was a scarecrow and screaming at her was justifiable) then we somehow became friends and ended up meeting there from time to time, then my last interesting memory is my favorite memory of all time, it's when I decided to meet the rest of the people from section 3 and invite myself over for a sleepover since I had nothing better to do lol, so I got my stuff into my backpack (including a small tent incase i got myself kicked out) and set out, when I got there i obviously went to knock on the door but I opened before i could knock, it swung open knocking me over, and out stepped a girl with long wavy black hair, green eyes, and a tattoo on her upper right arm, (I later learned that this was Morgan) she turned to face me and before I knew it she had me by the collar, my back was against a wall, my feet weren't touching the ground and she was yelling at me about why I was there, who I was, where I came from and all that stuff, I tried to answer but she didn't believe me until Ci-ci came to see what the ruckus was, and I will never forget her face when she recognized me there before sorting everything out, eventually I somehow got invited to stay and have dinner with them, (because why not?) so during the first half of dinner no one said a word and just ate, which was kinda a culture shock to me since I was used to food fights, giggling about dumb stories, sharing my theories, and knowing about everyone's day, but I did notice that a boy with black hair, dark blue eyes, and a mask (called Phantom, but he's not a human so I'm not 100% sure if I should be calling him a boy) and a girl with black hair in twin drills and blue eyes (called Shyla) were flashing looks of boredom at each other, well, mainly the guy since he wasn't eating (he physically can't eat due to his species [at least I think it can be considered a species]) so as a smart decision I decided to try and break the ice by asking if anyone if they'd ever seen a Disney movie (since I enjoy Disney movies) and the instant I asked that, Phantom shot Shyla a devilish smirk as if to say "here's my chance" and he LEPT UP ONTO THE TABLE AND PROCEEDED TO GIVE ME A SPEECH ABOUT HOW HE ENJOYED THE ART STYLE WHILE THE REST OF THE TABLE DECENDED INTO CHAOS AROUND HIM it was the best thing I have ever seen to this day, Morgan ended up having to use -

#tulpamancy #tulpa #JustSomeInfo #My Soul

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