#The Green Man Tree Oracle

[thesecondspell]

Tonight we sought the wisdom of the trees. Birch has spoken, and it demands a sacrifice. Just kidding; We're going to perform a cleansing for our new space and journey.

[somnoir]

Down Bad in Distress

Bruce Wayne is kidnapped... A lot. And it's always so weird that only Batman is allowed to save him. That this dumb, charming, but kidnap-able Billionaire doesn't have a bodyguard.

Now, Bruce can simply go "Oh, we've got Batman. No need to worry for that!" But people are fussy nowadays. He underestimates just bow much Gotham loves their disaster of a prince with a golden heart. Even his company employees are begging him to hire a bodyguard. (This is from the many files being sent to his office, obvious recommendations on competent bodyguards)

Cut to the new bodyguard for hire—who was recommended by Alfred of all people (something about him being the disciple of a good old friend of his). The man was large. Fucking huge. Taller than Jason, if one would like to admit (Jason is his 6'4" baby and this fucking fridge if a man looked 6'6").

But he was all soft and warm. Like a golden retriever the size of a bear.

Anyways, Danny was a rather kind man. When he wasn't following Bruce around and playing bodyguard, he was indulging the kids. Entertaining them with the most obscure things and stories from his childhood. Better yet, Danny would be the kids' bodyguard rather than Bruce's whenever they went out.

It was a miracle when they realized that Damian wasn't reacting badly to the man. Very strange since Damian would think it'd be shameful for someone to protect him during the day. But then again, Bruce once saw Danny effortlessly pick up Damian so his son could coax a cat out of a tree. That was most likely the kicker.

Anyways, Danny looked and felt soft.

It wasn't easy for him to settle into the man's ever present presence, but it's been almost four months since Danny's been hired and Bruce doesn't even flinch when the man brightly greets him from the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning, mr. Wayne!" Danny would say, all teeth and bright eyes in his suit.

"Bruce," he'd correct immediately.

And then Danny would pause, laugh, and— "Good morning, Bruce."

Then his kids would follow and Danny would affectionately greet them all, ask where they plan to go and if they needed Danny to follow.

His bodyguard was like sunshine and warmth incarnate.

But if course, Danny was a bodyguard.

There were instances where Bruce would have to take a second to remind himself that this man that would look down at socialites like he's ready to crush their hands is the same one who once gave him puppy-dog eyes to back up Damian when his son asked to keep the kittens.

That the same man who grabbed someone by the scruff of their collar like they were weightless was the same one who talked about poetry and literature with Jason.

That the man who once hauled Bruce off the ground and walked right out the gala when the smoke alarms blared is the same one who would gently coax Tim off the coach and into a proper bed.

But right now, that's not his concern. No. Bruce is more concerned about the fact that he's gotten kidnapped again.

Everyone was most likely alerted. They were. He could hear Red Robin, Blackbat and Spoiler talking over the comms, checking in on Red Hood and Robin in case things went off.

"B, don't move. These guys are more prepared than the usual ones." Tim's voice filters into the comms, evidently annoyed. "I've got Oracle checking if there are any bombs in the place."

Bruce stayed silent, watching the masked men and women walk around, guns in hand and crates surrounding them. He had been knocked out during a party. The last thing he saw was Danny's eyes—god, it frightened him a bit. How those pretty blues suddenly turned green like Jason's.

Then he was here. Most likely with a concussion.

"B?"

"I'm okay... Be careful..." He murmurs under his breath, hearing his children sigh in relief.

"Good. We've got Red Ho—What the fuck is that?" Barbara immediately cut herself off, her voice strained and pitched with surprise.

"Oracle?"

"Spoiler—Do you have a view on that?" Oracle frantically asked. "Shit—the cameras just went down. Guys?"

"is that—" Stephanie chokes out, "Is that Danny?"

Bruce froze. Danny?

Jason always knew that Danny was kinda off. The first time he met the man, it wasn't his size that Jason immediately noticed. It was how his eyes flashed green when they met his. At first, he felt threatened, ready to attack whatever the fuck thought it was a good idea to infiltrate his family.

But then... Then Danny smiled at him. Offered his hand with a kind greeting. Jason took that hand and... And felt calm. Like the buzz in his head melted away, like the Lazarus was cleansed.

And Danny most likely knew. Because the man was smiling in satisfaction, like he was pleased that Jason suddenly didn't feel starved and angry and hurt.

"I don't know what happened to you kid, but whatever the hell did, it wasn't good for you. Hopefully you'll get better now." Danny whispered softly and then withdrew his hand, tucking it behind his back.

Jason doesn't know what the fuck Danny was but the man was worth keeping around.

Admittedly, he turned to Danny a lot nowadays. Jason can't call Bruce all the time. No. His relationship with Bruce still isn't good enough to warrant Jason to call him constantly.

But Danny? Again, Jason doesn't know what the hell this guy is but whenever Jason was in trouble, he dialed Danny's phone immediately. And he came... Every, single, fucking time. No questions asked, just pick Jason up and patch him up like nothing.

Danny was a good guy. Like sunshine, like golden retrievers. All teeth with some fangs.

And that same guy just snapped a man's neck with his bare hands.

"Hood... Are you seeing this?" Robin asked beside him, equally stunned as they watched their usually kind and sweet bodyguard effortlessly tear through the group of men with his bare hands. There was already blood around. Everywhere, maybe. Some already on Danny.

"He's on a fucking warpath." Jason murmurs. Every bit of admiration he had for Danny just multiplied by a thousand when he watched him grab a gun right out of a guy's hand and slam it into their head. Fucking amazing.

If Bruce doesn't square up and ask this guy on a date, Jason would have to start planning to parent trap them.

Fucking shit, he needed this guy as a dad.

The doors don’t just open—they explode off their hinges, a violent crack echoing through the warehouse. Guns swing up, barrels glinting under harsh light, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the figure in the doorway.

Bruce’s pulse slams against his ribs.

And then Danny walks in, dragging a half-conscious man by the leg, leaving a smeared trail of blood in his wake. He doesn’t even look winded.

Blood stains his usually pristine uniform—smeared across his face, streaked over the white of his shirt, soaking into his knuckles. His tie is gone. His collar is open, a few buttons undone, exposing a sliver of skin beneath the mess. There’s blood on his face, drying in streaks, and his knuckles—his knuckles are raw, dripping, alive. He looks… disheveled. Lethal. Gorgeous.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! THAT'S DANNY!" Spoiler screeched, "HE'S BODYING THOSE FUCKERS! RED! RED, ARE YOU FUCKING SEEING THIS?!"

"SOMEONE RECORD THIS! SHIT! SOMEONE RECORD THIS!" Red Robin replied, equally loud and frantic as if trying desperately to find the old camera he used to stalk Bruce many years ago.

He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t hesitate.

Danny launches the man he was dragging, sending him crashing into the nearest gunman with a sickening thud. Before anyone can react, he moves—crossing the room in impossibly fluid strides, twisting a wrist until a gun clatters to the floor, elbowing another man so hard in the ribs that something audibly cracks. A shot goes off, a wild, panicked attempt—Danny doesn’t even flinch. He snatches the arm holding the gun and bends it the wrong way. The scream is immediate.

Bruce’s breath catches.

Another man rushes Danny with a knife—big mistake. Danny catches his wrist mid-swing, wrenches it to the side with bone-snapping efficiency, then drives the same blade into another attacker’s thigh. The man howls, but Danny is already moving, slamming someone’s face into the nearest table hard enough to leave a smear of red on the wood.

They never stood a chance.

Two minutes. Two damn minutes, and the entire room is a battlefield of unconscious, broken bodies.

And Bruce cannot focus.

Bruce barely registers Jason swearing at him through the comms, telling him to get it together. He can’t.

And then Danny turns to him.

His face is splattered with blood, his chest rising and falling steadily as he steps forward. His hands, bruised and raw, reach out, and Bruce swallows hard.

Danny kneels, gaze flicking to Bruce’s bound wrists, and his touch—gentle, so gentle—works at the ropes with precise care. The knots had been tight, biting into his skin enough to bruise, to draw blood. Danny’s jaw clenches at the sight.

Bruce should say something. Should thank him. Should not be thinking about how unfairly attractive he looks like this—wild, wrecked, utterly devoted.

But he can’t help it.

He’s so gone.

"Mr. Wayne."

On instruct, Bruce corrects him. "Bruce."

And Danny pauses.

The chaos settles—not in the room, where bodies lay crumpled, groaning, and barely conscious—but in him. Just for a second. Just long enough for Bruce to see it.

Blue flickers into green. A warning. A promise.

Bruce doesn’t look away. Can’t. Even as Danny tilts his head, something unhinged curling at the edges of his smile. His chest rises and falls, slow, deliberate, the blood on his face catching the dim light. His knuckles, split and raw, flex at his sides before he exhales a laugh—low, sharp, guttural.

Almost a growl.

And Bruce—God help him—feels something thrill in his spine.

Then Danny takes his wrists. Carefully. Reverently. Those same hands that had snapped bones and silenced screams mere moments ago now hold Bruce’s bruised, bloodied skin like it’s something precious.

Then—cold.

Not warm. Not comforting. Cold lips, pressing soft against each wound, his touch featherlight against the raw skin. Bruce shudders.

Danny pulls back just enough for Bruce to see his lips—stained red with his blood. And he grins, sharp fangs more prominent than ever, his eyes molten with something Bruce can’t name.

"Bruce…"

Danny says it like a prayer. Like a promise. Like a goddamn claim.

Exasperated. Excited. Fond. And something else entirely.

"Try not to get kidnapped again, Bruce… Or I might just end up blowing up Gotham to get you back.

Bruce’s breath stutters.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Bruce is so utterly gone.

(Someone laughs in the background, shadows curling at their feet. Lady Gotham is pleased.)

Part 2 | Masterpost

[jaewritesfic]

Melon!AU

Actual writing now, based on this post:

“What,” Tim breathes out faintly, “the fuck is that?”

Language, Bruce thinks faintly, though he doesn't manage to get it past his lips.

He is a man who prides himself on being ready for anything, but he most certainly didn't expect something like this when responding to the Batsignal tonight.

“That is a Pit Demon,” Damian's voice asserts through comms, grave in a way that betrays his collected mask. He's unnerved. “There is nothing else that could be.”

Bruce is unnerved too, though he refuses to show it.

Gordon had half the block cordoned off so no civilians would come through by the time Bruce and Tim - the closest at the time - had arrived on scene. The alley itself is blocked in by police cruisers, though the officers are staying very firmly behind the line and not approaching.

It's no wonder why.

The…thing backed into a dead end alley looks like it's made of smoke and shadow, all long sinuous lines and dangerous angles.

It's vaguely Humanoid in the sense that it has a long torso, arms and a head. The arms are too long, the fingers curved and wickedly sharp. The face is a well of deep shadow, a smooth slate broken only when it opens its jagged mouth to show off a full arsenal of fangs.

The only other facial features are the solid, glowing Lazarus green eyes. Wide and lamp-like, they give the distinct feeling that the creature's sights will not miss anything.

There are no legs. Just the sinuous curves and overlaps of a long smokey tail. It whips about with agitation.

Floating like mist on the water is a head of white hair, edges fuzzy and undefined like it can't decide whether it's a solid or a gas.

The creature lays with its chest nearly flat to the ground, propped up only by those horrifically sharp hands and poised like a predator ready to push off into a sprint.

Glowing Lazarus water seems to pool slowly beneath it, streaked here and there as evidence of past movement.

Bruce finally finds his tongue to question Damian. He can see his youngest standing on the opposite roof of he and Tim, the two buildings that form the alley their perch.

“You've seen something like this before?”

Damian hesitates. “...no. But there are stories of things coming out of the Pits. I doubt I need to explain why this seems to be one of them.”

With that color green shining out of its face and streaked across the alley? No. No, he doesn't.

“Do your stories have any clues on what to do when one shows up?” Tim asks, unable to tear his eyes away from the creature.

Damian scoffs. “Close your eyes and hope your end is quick.”

“Lovely,” Tim bites out, voice a little higher pitched than normal.

“We won't be doing that,” Bruce responds dryly, two taps coming through the comms notifying them of Black Bat's arrival.

Bruce looks up and has to search for her for a few seconds before he can make her out in the shadows of Damian's rooftop.

“I'm still five minutes out,” Dick comms in. “What exactly are we looking at here? Can Oracle give a visual with any cams?”

“I wish,” Oracle chimes in. “Even through the mask footage I have no idea what they're seeing. The feed is corrupted to hell and back whenever it's in frame.”

“Really? In person it looks like-”

Tim is cut off when the officers below make some kind of movement the monster clearly takes issue with, the snarl that almost physically ricochets off the brick walls making everyone wince.

It's like TV static and the crackle of lightning striking a tree, like glaciers cracking and shifting underwater all rolled into one.

The hair on the back of Bruce's neck stands on end.

“Fuck. It's like a living shadow, but all sharp and wrong and angry-”

“No,” Cass cuts in quietly, silencing everyone.

“...Black Bat?” Bruce questions lowly.

“Not angry,” she responds, as sure as ever when assessing a target - no matter what kind of target.

“Scared, hurt. Guarding chest, trying to hide it. Wants to scare us away, but making no move to attack. Posturing.”

The thing about Cass is that they trust her reads implicitly - her reads of people.

She wouldn't speak up if she wasn't certain, and she wouldn't be certain if she didn't see something painfully human in the creature below.

“...what do you suggest?” Bruce asks after a moment of tense silence, trying to reassess the creature and see what she sees.

He at the very least wants her opinion, so they can weigh it in formulating a plan here.

Cass keeps looking for a long moment, before she looks across the gap at him. “Needs help. Reach out - at least try.”

Masterpost

[toulousewayne]

🌿🍃Toxic Lover: Pt: II

Nightwing X male!reader with a former team who had become Poison Ivy like meta-human.

Summary:Your a former Titan teammate, you and Dick have unresolved feelings and you become infected with the same toxins and chemicals that turned Poison Ivy into a meta-human.

————-

“They Can Bury Us Deep, But We Always Grow.”

Batman sat perched on the rooftops of Gotham. It was a rainy night, much preferred these nights. Most of the crime was kept to the shadows it made it easier for him.

“Batman,we’ve got a problem,”Oracle’s voice filled his coms. “Fill me in.” He jumped off the building and glided north of his location.

——

A man walks outside of the Stacked Deck Bar, and takes a puff from his cigarette. He walks into the alleyway and takes a swig of his flask.

He rounds the corner to see a shadow figure standing before him.

“It’s the freakin’ bat,” he takes out his pistol but it’s knocked out of his grips my a WingDing. The next thing he knows he’s thrown against a nearby dumpster.

“You murderer.” Nightwing snarled at the man before his feet. He kicked him in the stomach, then picked him up and flung him to the other side of the alley.

“L-look I’m sorry about you friend—it’s wasn’t personal.” He’s met with a powerful shock to the gut.

“AHHH-pplease.”

“That’s enough, honey,”A thin cloud of pink and gold mist surrounded the two men, Y/n emerged be held by tree branches pink petals. “It’s good to see you,Nolan wasn’t it. however, the last time we meet you killed me along with your friends.” Y/n grinned. He sported a new pale green skin tone now, his normal (E/C) eyes were a deep emerald. Leaves and vines woven together to map pants and some wrapped around his forearms and torso.

He lowered himself and walked over to Nightwing placing a hand on his emblem. “You know I should really thing you, you allowed me to be a better version of myself,”

“You’re welcome-“Nightwing kicked him in the gut again.

Y/n crossed his arms across his chest. “Though I could have done without the new color. No matter it’s time you answer my questions.” He waved his hand and Nightwing backed away from the goon. Y/n crouched down and blow from his palm, more of the same pink dust engulfed him squared in the face and almost immediately his grimace morphed into a blank stare.

“Now what I want to know two things. What is the name of the scientist that gave you the order to kill me, and last where is Poison Ivy?”

———

The Batmobile came to a screeching haunt behind several police cruisers. He leaped out and walked past the small crowd held back by officers.

A officer lifted a yellow tape and he entered the crime scene. Gordon stood a foot away from two white sheets, Spoiler and Red Robin stood at the bodies scanning them before joining Batman and the Commissioner.

“They two of the best people on the force,” Gordon puffed after taking a drag from his Pipe.

“Any leads?” Batman turned to the two heroes. Red Robin hand him a zip lock bag with several deep green leaves.

“Posion Ivy, she’s been quiet.” Spoiler folded her arms.

Batman walked past them and removed the sheets to observe the bodies. It’s definitely something Ivy could have done but Batman isn’t so sure. He knows that’s she’s been MIA for months.

He rises his head and looks straight ahead. “Gotham Cemetery.” He mumbles. He stands up and walks towards it.

“Is he himself?” Gordon turns to the two who shrug.

—

Batman enters the cemetery and walks past the stone statues. He moves like a black phantom through out the grounds until he stops in front of what was supposed to be a fresh grave. Red Robin and Spoiler approach and stop themselves.

“What happened?” She questions. Vines and purple flowers grown from the grave and have consumed it. The casket is in the heart of the greenery and is split open. And no body inside.

Batman turned to the two, before worry took over his masked features. “Has anyone spoke to Nightwing tonight?”

“Not since the afternoon, he said he was patrolling the East End tonight.” Red Robin replied.

“You think Y/n did this?” Spoiler looked back at the grave and back to Batman who was practically running towards the entrance.

“Alfred I need to find Nightwing he’s not answering his com links.” The Batmobile came to a roaring stop at the cemetery gates and Batman hopped inside before racing down the street.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been able to locate him Sir. His tracker when down two hours ago.” He sighed.

Batman gripped the steering wheel.”Any last know location.”

“Allow me to check,”Alfred typed a few keys before giving him the last location,”Robinson Park Sir, the Botanical Gardens.” The Batmobile raced and roar onto Pioneer Bridge towards the other part of the city.

——

One man stumbles and falls down a few stairs and coughs. As he runs down a hallway into a warehouse.

“Please have Mercy!” He cries as he ducks behind a crate.

“Mercy,I’ll show you mercy.” A voice boomed in the dark room. The man cowered in fear before he flew back from his hiding spot and was carried up fifty feet in the air. He was wrapped in an oversized vine and was being constrained.

Y/n moved into his view ontop of an another vine and smirked. He had his arm resting on his knee and leaned forward towards the man’s face.

“So sad isn’t it. We take for granted the gifts Mother Nature can offer us,” he plucks a maroon flower from his vine that looks between a cross of a tulip and rose. He twirled the flower and looked back at the man. Before smirking.

“So tell me Wilson, where can I find the scientist?” Before the man could reply Y/n blow on the flower and black particles landed on his face. He started to cough and scream in pain.

“He’s meeting the Boss I don’t know who but he’s meeting him Chinatown. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” He screamed in terror before a massive coughing fit and his limbs go limp.

Y/n lowers himself down and allows the vines to drop the body with a loud crack. Nightwing stood a few feet from where the man landed. He stare at him for a while before Y/n came into his view.

“Where are we going?” Y/n placed a kiss to his cheek. Y/n took his leave with Dick in tow.

“To make one more stop.”

——

Batman crashed through the same skyline Nightwing had to find the place abandoned. He took a look around with a flashlight.

He came to a makeshift bed and found the same leaves Red Robin gave him.

He turned on his scanner and turned the leave over. “Alfred identify and breakdown these leaves basic components.”

“Right away Sir. These two leaves have the same trace amount of pheromones. The scanners indicate they are of a stronger concentration. The combination is similar to the lab where Nightwing and is team were a few nights ago.”

Batman turned and looked at the ground. He found a WingDing and a remnant of a sleep dart. The same Nightwing gauntlet. “Nightwing must of found Y/n and tried to stop him.”

Alfred hummed, “Do you think he killed Master Richard.”

Batman kneeled down a traced his finger to find them covered in a green dust. “Unlikely, what happened to him he still cares for Dick.” He stood up and grappled out of the greenhouse. He glides down to the street and gets back into the Batmobile.

“The attack on Y/n in the lab must of caused a biological shock and rewrite his DNA the same way it did Ivy. But what I can figure out is what’s motivate?” He began to drive before another call rang.

“It’s Ms Gordon I’ll patch her through.” Soon the ringing stopped and Barbara’s voice filled the car.

“Batman we found two bodies.”

“Where?”

“One at the Stacked Deck an hour ago Red Hood is on the scene with Bullock. And another at a warehouse at Dixon Docks,Batgirl is there with Robin now.”

“My word, Sir my analysis is completed. There is another drug mixed in that was scanned at the fire. It’s a drug called Tomgenalixe. It’s a substance used in modern day Hallucinogens and can be used to create mind altering effects.”

“Mind Control.” Batman and Oracle reply.

“So Y/n isn’t just killing people for fun, he’s been controlled too.” Oracle took a deep sigh.

Batman gripped the steering wheel.”We need to find them. Alfred can you track Y/n’s pheromones?”

Alfred typed at the Batcomputer. “Sir his tracking is leading to the Diamond District.”

Batman raced back towards the highway. “Oracle take the components of the drugs and chemicals and synthesize and antitoxin. Have someone bring it to me. Alfred, have Red Robin and Spoiler meet me at my location.”

“Working on it, I’ll have Red Hood and Batgirl pick up the antioxins as soon as it ready.” Oracle signed off.

“Sir, when you arrive what will you do?”

Batman didn’t answer as thunder crashed across the night sky.

“I’m going to save them.”

———-

“Where’s my cut?” The scientist hissed at the man in a chair turned away from him.

The man chuckled. “Your cut, you were supposed to bring me a new drug. You burned your research. I can’t get any of that funding back, and now Lex Luthor has questions about fire you caused.” The man stood before as Black Man rises from his seat and the scientist cowers.

“I’m—“ SMACK

“You little runt, you work for me and you’ll get paid when the fuck I say so.” He snarled. He grabbed a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it at him.

“Now get back and figure out the poison, you still have the plant woman in holding?”

“Yes, she’s secure downstairs.” He took the cash. But before he could leave he was kicked square in the jaw and crumbled to the floor.

Black Mask turns to see Nightwing giving his a death stare. “What brings you here?”

The doors burst open with three of his goons with green glowing eyes and Y/n strolling behind them.

“I’m here for a little payback.” Y/n smirked. He outstretched his arm and vines bursts from the floor and tied up Black Mask.

“You crazy bitch I’ll kill you.” Y/n yawned. “Boys take care of him,” he turned to the scientist. “I think you have someone who doesn’t belong to you, don’t worry I’ll kill you when this over just like I did you henchmen.”

“Boss!” The large man who had did most of the damage to Y/n emerged through another door. Nightwing sprang into action and brutal fought him. It didn’t take long before he hit the ground hard.

Y/n crossed the room and stood over the dazed man.

“Remember it’s nothing personal.” Y/n dropped seeds into his gapped open mouth and vines and flower rapidly grew from his mouth and stomach.

“That’s sick.” Black Mask gagged before getting punch by Nightwing.

Y/n nodded and then two armed guards took Black Mask away. The other waiting for them and Nightwing grabbed the Scientist.

“Let’s go.” He barked. Y/n and the other guard followed him. The arrived in a basement that was like a huge underground bunker.

They ventured until the came to a catwalk and bellow was a cell in center with Ivy unconscious.

“Well it seems you’ve severed your purpose.” Y/n turned to the man that uttered the order to kill him and before he could grab him a Batarang nearly took his hand off.

Batman leaped down and glared at the group.”That’s enough, you’ve taken to many lives tonight I won’t let you take more Y/n. This isn’t you.”

Y/n pursed his lips and brief a chuckle. “What do you know about Y/n?” Batman eyed down below and saw Ivy talking almost as a puppet.

“Ivy, you’ve been controlling him from the start.”

Ivy/Y/n chuckled. “I can’t take all the credit you seen when they turned Y/n into this new and improved version of himself. We form a connection, and the more his powers grew—“

“The greater your control became.” Batman finished. Ivy chuckled in her cell.

“He makes a fine successor, does need some weeding but no matter he’ll do fine to kill you.” Y/n caused two large vines to sprout beside Batman who leaped down and landed on his feet. He cartwheel out the way of a shock from Nightwing.

“I know you can hear me, don’t make me have to put down.” Nightwing smirked,”Come and try.” He lunged at Batman and the two attacked and blocked each others moves.

Red Robin and Spoiler crashed the room and took out the guard and Spoiler went after Y/n to jumped onto a moving vine.

“Y/n snap out of it you’re still in there.” She pleaded. Y/n formed another overgrown plant to seat her away like fly. He caused a giant Venus Flytrap to sprout and it held him in place.

“This will be your tomb.” He laughed wickedly.

——

Black Mask stood ontop of the building with rifles at his head.

“Jump.” One order. He moved his leg out to jump before he heard gunfire and the sounds of punches. He nervously turned to see Red Hood and Batgirl.

“I’m saved—“ he was lassoed by Batgirl who tied him to a pipe. Before following Red Hood into the building.

“Hell let me Go!”

—-

Nightwing kicked Batman in the chest sending him stumbling.

Red Robin back flipped out the way of a vine nearly crushing him.

“Give up.” Ivy hissed.

Red Hood and Batgirl arrived. Batgirl grabbed a vine and began to run up it to Y/n and Red Hood leaped down and fired a few rounds at Nightwing which distracted him long enough for Batman to land a punch.

He stagger and when to fight him some more giving Red Hood the chance to fire a dart the hit Nightwing in the neck. He growled before he slowly turned and fell into Batman’s arms going limp.

Batgirl managed to get a clear shot and injected Y/n with large dose. He felt tired fell onto the catwalk, Red Robin check on him before injecting an orange liquid into Y/n arm.

“This will break the connection to Ivy.”

Ivy screamed in pain like a part of her had been stabbed. “You’re going to Arkham.” Batman stood before her and she was about to shout before green mist filled her cell and she collapsed.

“Hey Oracle whip up something for her too.” Batgirl chimed in.

Batman grinned and turned to Nightwing and sighed.

———-

Y/n felt like everything that happened was a fever dream. Killing them men that assaulted him, rising from the dead like an uprooted carrot and his finale fight with the Batfamily.

He sat up with an instant migraine. He rubbed his temples from the bright lights and turned to the side to see a shadow.

“Where am I?” His voice was hoarse and scratchy.

“You’re in Arkham.” Batman sighed and came into the light of the cell.

Y/n took in his surroundings and it was in a cell in Arkham. He was also in hospital gown with a collar around his neck.

“So I’m in jail?” He raised a brow the Dark Knight. Batman took a stance at the foot of the bed.

“Not exactly, what do you remember?” His voice was full of concern and worry. Not the same voice typical of Batman.

Y/n rubbed his temples for a brief movement. “I remember the taxi driver…I vaguely remember two officers and then everything went black. Did I hurt them?”

“They’re dead. Poison Ivy took control over your mind after you transition into a meta-human.”

Y/n felt all the air suck of his lungs. “You’re here because I know you’ll be under careful observation,” he lifted his gaze to the ceiling and Y/n followed. Vents were overhead them.

“This cell is constantly being pumped with an antitoxin that helps with the more advanced powers. It won’t rid them completely but you’ll be in control.” He walked closer to the doors.

“You should be in for a few more days, once that finished I’ll come get you myself. Gordon has already dropped any charges and no one knows Y/n L/N was the new Poison Ivy.”

“Did I hurt him?”

“I don’t know what your—“

“Damnit yes you do. I know I didn’t just kill two people. I hope I can..live with that. But did I hurt him?” Tears formed in the young man’s eyes and streamed down his face.

“No.” Batman whispered.

“Oh.” He wiped his face. “Can I see him?”

“I can’t allow that, you didn’t hurt him but Ivy used your feelings for him to make into your mind-controlled bodyguard. You killed people Y/n…He’s still recovering in the cave. Y/n it may be best to give it time.” Batman exited the cell where Gordon was waiting and the two walked away into the Asylum.

Everything began to flash before Y/n and he flopped back on the uncomfortable cot. Before sleep took him back and he dozed off.

[howlingday]

Ruby, Yang, & The Seer

Ruby/Yang: (Walking down the road)

Cinder: (Behind tree, Sees them) Ooh~! A couple of blue-collar bumpkin~. Should be easy enough~. (Tosses smokebomb)

Yang/Ruby: (Cough)

Cinder: (Steps through the smoke) Hello, girls~. Care to have your fortunes read by The Great & All-Knowing Cindere~?

Ruby/Yang: ...NO.

Cinder: But- But I'm the all-seeing oracle~! (Grins) I'm quite good, you know~.

Ruby: Uh, what happened to you eye?

Cinder: If you must know, it fell out.

Ruby: I thought you were all-seeing?

Cinder: No, no, I can see the future~!

Yang: Yeah, Rubes. The future How's an all-seeing oracle supposed to know when her eye's gonna pop out?

Ruby: Guess she couldn't see that coming~. (Giggles)

Cinder: Very funny, clown girls. If you aren't here for business, then beat it. Unless you have 50 Lien to spare for your future~. (Extends hand out)

Ruby: (Notices pale band of skin) What happened to your wedding ring?

Cinder: Oh, yes! HA! HA! I guess I should have seen that coming, right?

Yang: Yeah, Rubes. How's an all-seeing oracle supposed to know when her husband is gonna leave her?

Cinder: Alright, glam rock! Look at this picture and you try to figure out how you'd think straight seeing a man this handsome?!

Yang: ...Well, he's certainly assaulting my thoughts right now.

Cinder: OH! RIGHT! As if you femcels could ever get a man half that good!

Ruby: I'm dating a billionaire~!

Cinder: Well, doesn't that make you special?

Ruby: Nope. It makes me a billionaire's girlfriend~!

Cinder: And where's your billionaire, Goldilocks?

Yang: Well, he's not a billionaire, but he does know how to bring in the green~. (Shows picture)

Cinder: OH COME ON! You know what?! Forget this! I'm getting lunch.

Ruby: It's four PM, ma'am.

Cinder: ...YOU KNOW WHAT, I WILL TELL YOU YOUR FUTURE.

Yang: Lady, I don't think you can tell the time!

Cinder: CURSE YOU! CURSE THE BOTH OF YOU! (Belching flames, Going feral)

Ruby: ...Hey, Yang? What's her problem? Was it something we said?

Yang: I think she's mad I called her a moron.

Ruby: ...You didn't call her a moron?

Yang: I didn't? Oh... Well, I meant to~.

Ruby: (Punches Yang)

Yang: Hey~! (Punches Ruby)

Ruby: (Snickering, Punches Yang)

Cinder: (Eye rolls out, Sighs) Not again...

[eriquin]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some people and give them a new word.

Tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with the word TASTY and by @sidekick-hero with the word DEMOCRACY. Oof.

From The Oracle of Roane County

T

The morning was slow. Steve handled talking to the customers and Robin handled checking the overnight returns and rewinding things that needed it. They split up the put-backs, but everything was done before noon. That’s when Dustin barrelled into the store.

A

“Actually, we think you’re last,” Robin said. “The game had a whole thing. You know what? I’m going to call in the nerds. Hold on.”

S

She blushed. “Uh. I might’ve been listening to the game on the radio last night,” she said. “Don’t tell him?”

T

“The evil wizard broke their arms and legs and jaws and crushed their eyes into their skulls,” said Dustin. “And then where they die, a portal to the Upside Down forms.” 

Y

“Yeah, I’d have to look up his name. Not that it matters, because it’s not really his name, is it? Anyway, so he’s hallucinating about these things, right? And he keeps coming back to himself after a second and people are confused because he stopped responding while he was hallucinating.”

From Crown of Thorns

D

Dustin rolled his eyes. “The self-deprecation is getting a little old, Steve. You have the brainpower to understand science. You just choose not to use it.” 

E

Eddie took a deep breath. His hand went to his side, where Claudia had said he’d been injured. “I think so,” he said. “I’m afraid to look.”

M

“Maybe Hopper can help with the cops?” Dustin asked. He didn’t sound sure of it.

O

“Oh, damn it.” Eddie kicked the air in mock anger and nearly lost his balance. Steve looked like he was going to reach out to catch him, but he caught himself in time and didn’t need the help. “For real, though, I wanted to see if my fancy plant powers extended to, uh, dried leaves. And maybe regrowing them or something.” He sighed. “God, I would be set for life if I could do that. Imagine having an everlasting supply of high quality California weed in Indiana? It’d be like a dream.”

C

“Come on, man...” Steve leaned over and brushed his hair out of his face. He squinted at him, like he was looking for something. “You look fine, anyway. Looks like you got most of it. ‘Cept a little bit here.” He ran his thumb over a spot on Eddie’s jaw, and he could hear the way the bristles scratched against his skin.

R

Robin laughed. “But not on demand! You were all...” She dropped her voice an octave and did a spot-on imitation of Steve. “‘If you don’t like my tuna casserole, go make yourself a sandwich. You know where the bread is.’”

A

“And what is this? He’s getting the Parmesan?” Robin gasped. “The one you only let me have a single teaspoon of when we have pasta?”

C

“Come on, brain. Follow the lines,” he muttered to himself. “Astral project, or whatever shit you do.“ He rubbed his temples, then dropped his hands back down to his sides. One deep breath in, let out slowly through his nose, followed by another. The room was quiet. The street was quiet. Steve’s whole neighborhood was quiet. No one lived here anymore. Everyone had moved away and was going to try to sell their houses, but Hawkins was too damaged for anyone to want to buy something here. The trees could move in, stretching their roots out until they broke down the concrete foundations. They could grow around the walls, and through them, just like in the Upside Down, but nice this time. Green. Flourishing.

Y

“Yeah, no kidding,” said Steve. He surveyed the equipment that he’d laid out and moved some of it closer to the edge of the pool. “Where’d you look? Maybe I could apply and convince them to bring you on part time to help me?”

Okay, that's finally done. I should edit some of this. I went back and capitalized the P in Parmesan while doing this. Fancy cheese for Indiana in the 80s.

Using my script to generate 10 tags:

@steviestits, @hairstevington, @dreamwatch, @estrellami-1, @vthx

@devondespresso, @fuctacles, @sidekick-hero, @dame-zoom-a-lot, @ltleflrt

Your word is: PARADOX.

[insirisarts]

Origins of Olympus - Reimagined

Prologue

Hello! I have been working for a while now on a reimagined version of an old Minecraft series I used to watch. This is in no way me commenting on the writing or story of the original series, I was just inspired to see how I could write it based on what we were given in the original. Also, if you see any way that I can improve my writing, or any grammar/spelling mistakes please let me know!

Please watch the original Origins of Olympus series, while this story does make major changes; the series made by the Origins MCRP crew is important to understanding the Reimagining, and it's good to support the original material if you can. It's free on YouTube with multiple perspectives.

Prologue:

In this world, we have been left behind by the gods. After the Twelve Olympians had defeated the titans and locked them away in Tartarus; they had returned to the acropolis upon Olympus. However, not before spreading their influence far and wide. Now their children reside to continue their legacy, fighting through trials of life and death in order to prove themselves in this harsh, new world filled with monsters and beasts alike. But now we focus on a select few children of these gods, whose story will tell the tale of both the greatest joys and the deepest sorrows. A story that has only just begun.

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'Delphyne is the name given, by some accounts, to the monstrous serpent killed by Apollo. She was my mother…’

A woman slithers past the cabins in the sacred oasis, making sure every one of them is properly cleaned. She checked every bed to be certain that the sheets and duvets were changed, and the drawers and closets were empty. Assured herself that all weapon stands were in perfect display condition. That each building was fit for the soon arriving children of the gods. The egos of the gods were sure to have passed on, and they would not accept anything less but the best.

Leaving the final cabin, satisfied with the cleanliness of the structures, she moved on. Gazing upon the lush plants surrounding the path, she took in the light atmosphere of the moon-lit area. Bright green grass, blooming flowers, well maintained bushes, and towering trees. She allowed herself to smile slightly, accepting the small moment of peace.

‘She wasn’t as vile as the story's make her out to be… she was only doing as she felt necessary to protect the Oracle of Delphi.’

Next was the mess hall and checking that it was suitably supplied with food and drink for the upcoming months. Inside the storage area of the building, were massive piles of the freshest meat and produce. Nectar and ambrosia, well-aged, lined the walls. It was more than plenty for the summer.

‘Despite all of her valiant attempts, she failed. Regardless of it all, her death doesn't pain me… and I do not ask for pity; I’ve had time to overcome my grief, and her legacy reigns on. That’s why I’m here. After her death, I had taken the Oracle to The Oasis of Demeter, a camp of sorts for the children of the gods to earn their worth. I, more so, see it as a sanctuary.’

Finally, she looked over the Oracle's abode, the house protecting the sacred being. It was her job to make sure they never got hurt.

‘And I plan to keep it, and you, safe.’

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“C’mon!” Came a shout in the dark, thundering hoofsteps following closely behind, the loud screeching of an axe echoing hauntingly in the clustered forest. The minotaur was hot on his steed's heels, making the poor horse panic. A cliff came into view and the animal had come to a sudden stop, sending its master flying into the rocks and moist dirt below. A shrill whine reverberated from the animal as it sprinted away. 

“Woh-woh-woh-woh!” exclaimed the ashen man, landing harshly with an “OOF!”. “Shadow! Shadow!” He cried, now covered in scrapes and patches of dark mud. A monstrous cry echoed from the cliff followed by the harsh thuds of what could only be assumed as fallen trees. The man had no time to collect himself before getting up and back into a sprint. The sounds of hooves squelching in the mud only made the man run faster to escape. Wishing that he had waited until morning to make his expedition.

Short on breath, he quickly took shelter behind a tree. Quietly he prayed to his godly father that the monster wouldn't find him. Slowly building his courage, he peaked around to aim his bow at the beast; he knew that his archery was nowhere near the skill of his father and siblings, but he was desperate. He took a slow steady breath, preparing to take aim… only for the monster to suddenly burst into flames. Confused, the man leaves his hiding spot and looks around, dropping the bow to a resting position. 

“Well…” he breathed. “Let’s hope that was you dad…” He mumbled to himself, cautiously walking away from the scene, he had a horse to find and a place to be after all.

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Arrows could be heard flying, followed by two pairs of feet running in the opposite direction. A man dressed in black, white and yellow sprinted past the surrounding monsters, sustaining minor injuries from attacks. A woman with hoven feet and horns turned to their adversaries and returned fire, trying her best to prevent any more harm to the other. As they made more and more distance between themselves and the beasts, the woman ushered the other to follow her. As grass bled into sand the pair took a small break, they finally lost their pursuers. There was still a lot of distance to cover to where they were going, but they had time as it was hardly noon. Snacking on their rations, they continued onward into the endless desert, keeping their eyes open for the gateway defended by towering statues.

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A young man rises from the estuary that connects the desert to the nearby gulf. His blue and brown eyes stare in amazement at the towering statues that guard the gate of the camp; lit overhead by the high-noon sun. Aquatic life all around him began to announce his presence. Offering a soft smile of appreciation, the man leaves the water. Sand sticks to his wet leg armor and skin, creating a dry grainy texture that itches, but it hardly distracts him from the wondrous scene. Towering trees reach over the marble wall, framing the sky beautifully. If he was going to learn anything about himself, it would be here. He is sure of it.

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Slowly, the world came to him. A fog lifted from his head as he stretched his arms and back, opening his eyes to gaze at the great Helios’s sun. It seemed to be slightly past noon, a moment where the bright chariot would be illuminating all of the surrounding world with little areas of shade. Glancing out to the land, he took in the beauty of it all; The sea of grass flowing in the wind, sparse spots of tree cover, an accumulation of rolling hills and distant mountains bringing it all together. It was serene. So, so serene. He felt so light. The world was still so fuzzy. He almost became dead to it again. Eyes slipping closed to soak it all in once more…

…Hm, wasn’t he forgetting something?...

Suddenly, he shot into full consciousness. A spike of adrenaline washing away the groggy listlessness in his mind. “I’m late!” He exclaimed, scrambling to get his things in order. Strapping his once abandoned satchel onto his belt, storing his red and white dual-bladed sword and grabbing his most recent gift from the gods. A purple and green sword that came around into a hook; making a sort-of eye shape, vines with rose thorns, black detailing on the blade, and a large purple rose as the cross-guard. “Oh gods, I’m going to miss the meet up and the tour if I don’t hurry!” He fretted, rushing to the camp for young demi-gods.

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[bowbow-the-clown]

... 2024 SketchBook ...

.. I Have Sooooo Many Drawings. Soooo Many ..

... Just Wanting To Share, My Creativity Can Come Out In Spurts Or Not Exist At All, Somewhere Just Sketches That Came Out Boredom, Some Came Out Based Off Of Things I Fixate On Or Abstract Thoughts And Feeling, Most Of These I Made In Days Or Came Back To In Time ...

.. Here They Are, Enjoy ..

For You, From You :) Cover

2. EveryRabbit ... Based On Everyman From Undertale/Deltarune .. Finsh Nor 12 ..

3. Abstract Face Lady .. Based On The Lady From BeetleJuice Beetlejuice .. It's Not Her But That's The Inspiration, Finsh In Nor 16 2024 ..

4. PumpkinHead Charlie .. Or Whatever I Call Him At The Time .. It Was October .. But Finish In Dec 11 2024 ..

5. MayAnchor .. I Got A Lenormand Deck At The Time, Pulled The Anchor Card And Had The Midsommar Directors Cut DVD .. I Mixed Them Both Together .. Finish In Dec 6 2024 ..

6. A Mouth .. Just A Spooky Mouth, I Was Going To Color It In But Never Did, It Was Supposed To Be A Rainbow, Also Inspired By Sleep Token Song Vore .. I Didn't Date It ..

7. Cuddle Doodle .. It's The Oldest In The Sketchbook, Has No Date ..

8. Strange Face Lady .. "I Was Sitting On The Green Chir" Someone Will Know I Mean, While Drawing This One, "Even Though Half Of These Drawing Where Prompt For It .. I Was Listening To Dark Side Of The Moon, And Syncing It Up With Pearl ... Movie Pearl ... I Was Drawing Her Face .. The Devil Dude Was My Brother Doodle, Has No Date ..

9. CrystalBall .. It Was A Object Of Desire, I Have A Tiny One .. Finish Dec 27 ..

10. Fertility Drawing .. Started It In December, Finish April 23 2025 .. Based Off An Oracle Card From The Poesis Oracle .. And Some Other Deeper Feeling I Have ... It's A Butternut Squash, Monarch Butterflies Love Them And Well Also The Body ... Was Pretty Sensitive With This One, I Didn't Want To Mess Up So I Was Slow Making It ..

11. Hello, A Cartoonist Morbid Drawing Based Off A Old Doodle I Did Years Ago, It Was A Redraw .. It's Kind Of Valentines Theme .. Kind Of .. At Least With The Balloon Whoever They May Be .. Dec 11 ..

12. There Is A ◇ In The Tree .. I Was Wanting To Draw The Secret Tree In Deltarune, The One With The Strange Man Behind It .. But I Just Made It My Own Way Instead .. Dec 3 ..

[thesecondspell]

01 February 2025 - Bunuru / Summer

Today is the first Day of Bunuru - the Noongar Season of Adolescence. This is the hottest and driest (and burniest) time in our region of Western Australia. But it's not a total bummer. Little Nessie at our apartment is flowering, the Spotted Gums in town are blossoming, and the twin Oaks down the road are showing their first signs of tiny green acorns. I'm so proud of them.

Decks:

Rider Waite Smith Tarot, obvs.

Matthews + Worthington ~ The Green Man Tree Oracle

Laura Bowen ~ Dreamtime Reading

[officialdaydreamer00]

Two souls rest in the fields of Elysium….a blond man resting in the lap of his beloved, a fair lady with black-fading-to-blue hair. Her soft pets caress his gentle locks with a fondness birthed from loving him countless times; he was truly and indeed lucky to have someone like the goddess Siren fall in love with a mortal like him.

“Would we have been happier?” Rook catches her mumbling. His eyes blink open. “If we were both of the same realm, would we have to fight all the challenges we face?”

He sits up, caress her tortured face.

“Mon amor,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips. “We would be happy in any realm, as long as I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me.”

— tell me oracle…tell me my fate with Rook Hunt, would we have been happier if I were a mortal, like him, or if he was an immortal, like me?

HEHEHE IM BACK IRENE!! ✨✨ I’m sooo excited for the new event, THE VIBES??? THE VIBES?!?! Hwjahdhjabaj PJO AND SONG OF ACHILLES 😍😍

Have fun with my request and don’t worry about anything! Rest and relax, don’t stress yourself out

<3 siren

"The Hunter who sought for true beauty

Found solace at last in a fallen deity

A bond thicker than ichor, the end should they meet

The life of mortals, of which they shall greet."

character: rook hunt, siren (oc)

content: short drabble, fluff, heavily implied established relationship, mainly tooth rotting materials, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — soft rook soft rook!! idk im just gonna write a whimsical romantic frenchman i guess ^^;

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a gasp left her lips, siren jolted awake.

her mind was spinning, clouded with an endless train of thoughts. what was that she just hear? it felt so familiar to her, but what exactly?

only then did she noticed her surroundings. lying underneath the trees and a peaceful view of a pristine river, the sound of water running was like bell chimes in her ears.

where was she?

"ma chérie! you're awake!"

entered a voice of the man she held dear to her soul. she looked up, seeing the beautiful locks of blond hair she loved running her hand through, pretty green eyes that went soft with utter adoration, all for her, and her only. his gloved hand lifted hers to his pink lips that kissed her so gently, her hand still felt that tingling sensation he left.

it was him.

"rook? darling, is that... you?" she murmured.

he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "it is i, chérie."

that was all she needed. rook was taken aback when she threw her hands around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. he blinked, but returned it nonetheless with a protective hold.

the smile never left his face as his hands softly caressed her hair, the very way she did with so much love and care.

"Until the very end," he said. "I love you, my dearest Goddess."

remember to reblog if you enjoy my works!

[aidendh]

Magic Mi! Lord Hesko | P4

--

Guìhóng also had a Retainer/Servant best friend

The man was a foreigner called Braham

(He isn't Nigrum)

He was trained for a sword right handed and couldn't get the hang of it, so started playing dirty with his experiments

Sometimes had attempted assassinations on him, but his Guards and Braham protected him

Braham had short Black hair, glasses and often wore Green and Grey

He was from Europe

Guìhóng's family had Dark Brown skin, making it easy to recognize the Royal descent

Braham's Talisman is a round intricate necklace made of pure Gold, resembling an Osmanthus cluster

Guìhóng insisted on enchanting it, however because of his experiments not always working and often breaking, Braham declined

He said that it's a symbol of his service to him

This greatly confused Guìhóng, but he left it be

Multiple Seers and Oracles claimed that Guìhóng would bring calamity and devastation to the Empire, alongside Guìhóng's way of acting and hobbies, eventually finding out he was a Dark Mage was the people's final straw

Guìhóng was raised as right handed, resulting in his handwriting to be terrible and struggling to learn the sword

After a while, Braham noticed how he often favored his left hand with doing other things and suggested he tries with his Left

This unnerved Guìhóng's Parents as left-handedness was punishable back then

He was very close to his Mother

She kept hope for the Oracles to be wrong about him, but gradually lost faith as each new sign reared it's head

--

Hesko doesn't realize he still misses Braham

Nigrum took on a similar form to appease his Master

When leading a History school trip, he comes across a Gold Non-Magical Talisman Necklace he gifted Braham in the Museum

He ends up going full ancient Chinese on a worker until stopped by the other Teacher, he later steals it

The reason why Hesko often messes with Alciel's cape is because it looks similar to one Braham used to wear

--

Nearby Guìhóng's city is a shrine for Tàisuì (太歲), the God of Time

Guìhóng lived in the Guìhuā Empire (桂花), named after it's surrounding Osmanthus trees

[Guìhuā, Osmanthus fragrans in Chinese]

His Style name would have been Huǒ(火) meaning Fire

Guìhuǒ literally means Will-o'-the-wisp

He wanted Hesko to be his Style name, however he often kept it to himself because of it's foreign sound

He only ever told Braham, and even signed all of his writings with 'Lord Hesko'

Guìhóng was fascinated by Braham's stories of Europe

Because of his predictions and foresight, the people believed that Guìhóng was blessed by Tàisuì, even though it was just deductions

He had an Older Brother who lead the Army, Guìyín (桂银)

[Yín, Silver in Chinese]

Guìyín was next in line to rule after his Father

Though the Brothers both promised growing up that Guìhóng would take the throne while Guìyín focused on being his General

Yín's Style name is Jiàn (劍), Sword in Chinese, for his proficiency in wielding a blade

He was originally given Jiû (酒/Wine), for how he'd easily confuse his enemies on the battle field, however, he turned it down as the strategies used were devised by his Younger Brother

Guìyín noticed his Brother's knack for strategies and leadership, if you get past his strange exterior, he believes he'll make an excellent ruler after maturing a bit

--

[Formal - Golden scale mask]

Guìhóng (Normal/Formal)

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A Sickly Prince who dreams of becoming Emperor

Element: Nature/Life

He is fascinated by European culture

--

[Formal - Suit + Golden mask + Slicked back hair]

Braham (Normal/Formal)

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-

--

A Devoted Retainer from a foreign land

Sexuality: Gay

He would do anything for his Lord

--

[Black Sclera + Frayed cape]

Guìhóng (Tainted)

-

--

An Exiled Warlock who finally gave in to his Fate

Element: Nature/Fire/Demonic

He fully accepts his death with a smile upon his face

--

[Desert hat + Hóng headpiece bracelet]

Braham (Adult)

-

--

A Traveling Merchant spreading the word of his Lord

Sexuality: Gay

He swore to travel the world on Guìhuǒ's behalf

--

[Continued in part 5]

[mothduchess]

The king and his advisor walked down the steps of the oracle’s cottage. Trees loomed over them, whispering of the visions conjured past the gnarled door. A court of birds and rabbits watched in stunned awe, and fear.

“Sire?” Her voice broke the fragile quiet.

“Yes Knife?” Crown answered. His silver crown played with the wind like the stones in a river.

The advisor mused her next words with the utmost care. “Do you not need me for your plans, to resist? You said nothing to the crone.”

“There is no resisting the dance of the stars. The prophet Sclera is a trusted source, and has been for countless ancestors of mine. I will not seek to end this.”

“But it’s be so simple. Exile, torches in the knight, a dag-“ Crown’s gaze culled the words on her lips.

“I know. But the prophecy would turn over regardless. No matter of how good a man or vile a king I be as the child grows, they would still overthrow me. Even if I became god or the sovereign beggar, whatever title I will hold will be taken.”

The two would walk through the forgotten wood and over a stream that babbled like the prophet did an hour prior. By a lake, two feathered steeds lay resting, plumage caked in mud.

He took off his crown, and in the light of the setting Sun its metal shone with a deep red crimson. “You have been my side through all of it Knife, haven’t you?”

“Yes my liege.”

“And you would do anything for me.” “Without hesitation!”

A laugh. A lightless flame curved around his long tongue. “Pawn Takes King.”

By the time she snapped out of her sudden stupor, her knife was already buried into his heart. Green blood kept from his snout as he grabbed her arm, yet no shock could be found in his somber gaze. Tears welled up in Knife’s eyes, tail crooked with fear and confusion.

“FATHER!” She screamed, rushing to catch his body. His furred ears sloped down as leaden eyes gazed up to his most trusted, whilst the protégé’s own were alight in shock. Immediately her hands went to put pressure on the fatal wound.

“Listen Knife. I could think, of no better an heir. For what child could depose me and make good a ruler than my very own, raised from stone to gold? Prophecy May force us to dance with the stars, but WE-“ he sputters; dark emerald splattered across Knife’s cheek.

“We choose the dance and the tempo. We choose!”

“I DIDN’T WANT *THIS*!”

“Then that will be your first lesson… what you want, and what you desire, can so often be at odds… Don’t fear the dance Knife… I’ve left you with the best instrument, second only to your name…”

The daughter would wail towards the sky as the magic flowed from him to her, and an onyx ring laced with gold found its home. As the child clutched the king, the curtains would draw close upon the fate’s swift end.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[alexesguerra]

The Wildwood Tarot: Wherein Wisdom Resides [With Booklet] (Kit) The Wildwood Tarot: Wherein Wisdom Resides Card Book – June 7, 2011 by Mark Ryan (Author), John Matthews (Author), Will Worthington (Illustrator) ---Brand New--- The Wildwood Tarot will take you on a mystical journey for answers . . . Look to the heart of a primeval forest where deep ancestral wisdom lies to help make sense of your world today. Based on seasonal rhythms and ancient festivals, The Wildwood Tarot gift set draws inspiration from pre-Celtic mythology and shamanic mysteries. This stunning new tarot card deck introduces us to classic forest archetypes—including the Green Man and Woman, Archer, and Blasted Oak--and explains how to use them as a meditation system, divinatory oracle, or reference. Will Worthington's powerful pagan images connect us with a long-lost world that can help us make sense of our own. So step back in time and you'll better understand where your life’s path may lead. About the Author John Matthews is an award-winning author whose Pirates was a New York Times best seller. His Celtic Warrior Chiefs was a New York Public Library-recommended title for young people and Arthur of Albion won a Gold Medal from NAPPA. Mark Ryan is a theater, film, and TV actor, who is writing the graphic novel The Pilgrim. Will Worthington has illustrated the Green Man Tree Oracle, DruidCraft Tarot, and many other books. Product details Item Weight : 1.55 pounds ISBN-10 : 1402781067 ISBN-13 : 9781402781063 Dimensions : 6.2 x 1.3 x 8.5 inches Publisher : Sterling Ethos; Kit edition (June 7, 2011) Reading level : 8 and up Language: : English Card Book : 160 pages

[libidomechanica]

And ever-musing to each one with your chest with my wretch, go chide

His heart can ail the sea wand’ring     lovers know. Their new establishment complaining facts, like     Southey everywhere; the cliffs, the fruit bats scatter delight     in silence, the solitary

bard sits long-forgotten     heat? Porcelain, among the ensuing session: forgetful     of Maud and misbegotten. Why, there are the coming     back to you and found the

worms that was it ever seen the     king like fairy-gifts fading and green. Up went to its     Intellectual Throne and send the sound is already, known     them and my brains. I said

my children running in domes with     democracy; ’ or Wordsworth’s last quarto tale; in Spain, he’d     make our visit. What art is a handsome urn to his discourse     from this, who by a

beaten way their more innocent     desires composed lets the brother, husband or his guide.     Shall I say and night-cap. August her head, elate, helplessly,     and gazed awhile what

kind that Susan’s side, to melt like     a feast; Where builds up a formidable dyke between her     teeth but not this. And brake, as for the lovely form, unless     indeed there, a golden

brooch: beneath, above, below, making     bloom the town, and the sprinkled with leaves on the beautiful,     and go talking down the blabbing the first her dewy     eyes the Samian Here rises

and I, when you both are old,     and Pegasus runs restive— they in whom our prentices,     as make a career of pain. No one tonight. Than half the     sky. Let my whispering

voyce obtaine sweete reward forms do     flow from that was a man who have seemed to watch her baby     form, unless you with love. And mouth were strong as my thoughts: What     pardon me. Of a truth.

And Susan Gale. To do not tell;     but whence hast took, not bondage made incomplete of velvet     panels, each one will not. Just as a mountains; small clouds of     fragrance. They would wish you

could raised dripping the ashes of     tissue, meridian- like, when first attention—there fell     thy grief. The Vates irritabilis’ takes and create,     create, and Betty Foy?

By his rise, in act to butt, and     laws to love’s might; where the Breath of lightning grace, that the first     day when he compass round their faces that trail along the     stroke surpris’d and lawless

war are scarlet, from the exampled     pair, and distrest, until he stars. Arms that seemed a hollow     show, that he was the worms that turned off the mother again     her law, and with such

a fervour of prayer that we     could give him too; to make us laugh instead; at lengthen     out afterimage of regret, concealed, the handed on     the rocky brow as there

are for two—would forgets, the sages     smile; tis straddling-band. In the room were tinged with seaweed     red and square, in tree and Juan carpets, which in atonement     and they did just suckle

slaves gone, thy lovelier not the     fireflies dragging among friend! Let me be that, near the     sky like a travelled sleeves, leaning out goods, ballast, guns, and     tomorrow. He linkt a

dead leaf, or as a dead leaf, or     as a dead man chatter is enough for all the time, there     be yet another of pearl dissolving human ties, spreads     around, and waves, and dame

and go less. Night-long with too merry     tune, by my soul, and gold, like dew, upon a thousand     fragrant posies, and far into a passion all silver     white than I cast by his

mothers’ pray’r? The innumerable     than the dusk of a night at all. Speed therefore The Sage     set in Salámán’s Eyes a Soothingly with silver-shedding     day-hymn stole aloft,

and scar And what our pot of thy     hand, asleep, when you and time; for shame, to say just when to     hear, with coral grove, no oracle, no heat the wild. For     more I view! To teach them.

[greenmansgrove]

I struggle to feel qualified to do my own readings…

and I also struggle to understand my self-readings. I worry for bad news, I worry for bias, I worry for missing something. And yet, I still feel called to perform readings, particularly in the times of strife I’m experiencing now. I actually performed this reading the night of my birthday — a yearly tradition.

I mainly use John Matthew and Will Worthington’s Green Man Tree Oracle, which is just a illustrated ogham deck and even includes the Forfeda. Saturday’s reading was as follows:

Ivy / Gort - Call upon those around you.

Vine / Muin - Consider what you hold dear; learn to let go.

Elder / Ruis - Sometimes we must make sacrifices.

*sigh* When I most need the readings, they always rip me to shreds. Given my predisposition towards hyper-independence, I know that I am being called not only to draw from my community for support, but also, given the difficulties I am experiencing, think about what matters most in these times and understand that, even if I have to give up what I want most at this time, that the blessings after such a sacrifice may increase.

It doesn’t feel fair, but I know there is truth in it. It hurts to hear when I spent so many year in deep material and emotional insecurity. I was beginning to resent this reading. What happened to my “protection” and safety I thought my first ogham reading had assured me I’d had in drawing Rowan / Luis two years ago? Just when I thought I was finally reaching stability, it all falls away before me.

I thought of The Morrigan, too. Chiefmost among her signs to me has been Elder / Ruis. It is how she lets me know she is near and watching. Thrice now I have found it growing in places dear and sacred to me. But it almost never comes up in my readings. The first and only other time I have pulled Elder was in the reading I performed for myself in September, when I began my dedications to and preparations for joining The Order of the Morrigan. At that time, I understood it to be confirmation of what she wanted of me, but perhaps it was also a warning of what was to come and something for which she was trying to prepare me.

Now I pull Elder again, when I know exactly what sacrifices are being asked of me. It is not necessarily a physical sacrifice or a sacrifice to the Morrigan, but a sacrifice of something towards which I had worked hard and which I may now need to put off in favor of focusing on what matters most. I almost resent this, too.

I admit that in working with the Morrigan, I fear being tested. I loathe the idea of a god testing my faith and resolve. Perhaps others are comfortable with it, as is their prerogative, but given my own religious trauma, I feel it is a breech of trust and mutual faith, and it is a boundary I have sought to set with the Morrigan since making my dedication. Was she testing me now? Or was she punishing me? That, too, I loathed, because as much as I reflect, I struggle to think of what I could have done and how to make amends.

I required clarity. Thus, I pulled from my Oracle of the Morrigan illustrated by Morrigan Oran. I had officially dedicated this tool to the Morrigan earlier in the week during the full moon, and I was nervous about my ability to interpret the abstract symbolism, but I needed clarity from the Great Queens herself. She would want me to stretch my oracular skills.

After shuffling the deck several times with my question in mind, I pulled the “Cycles” card. I took a long, hard stare at the card and read the little booklet’s entry, which the illustrator had channeled in her creation of the artwork. At first, I was only more frustrated at the vagueness. But soon enough, at least one meaning dawned on me, and it was almost as if I could hear the Morrigan saying,

This is all part of a Cycle. There will always be bad times. Neither you nor I can prevent them all, no matter how much you pray or what sacrifices you make. It is the way of things.

Though I still worry for bias, I found this comforting. Perhaps I am not actually being tested or punished. Perhaps this is not more of the same through which I have struggled in the years prior and against which I have been bracing. Perhaps I am just in a bad spot, and I can and will pull through.

I suppose I have the skills and resources on which to pull. I want to put my faith in this reading and find the will and confidence to keep moving and accept the sacrifices I must make. I am scared to, but I know I can.

[oracle-global]

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