#✦ verse: human (lucy parnassus)

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Starfished on the grass, Lucy let out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back to stare upside down at the person who’d stopped just behind him. Oh, it was that android detective man. Detective Connor. Lucy remembered him. Maybe he would understand. “Being alive is exhausting,” he complained with a pout. A concerning thing to hear from a six year old, perhaps, but Lucy had never been a normal child.

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@detectiveconnor said: "I’m not going anywhere." (for Lucy)

He held on tight to Connor’s hand, legs dangling from the chair he’d been sat on. Anxiously, worriedly, he chewed on the skin of his lip, his eyes downcast, staring at his feet. His cheeks were still wet from where fat tears had rolled down them, face flushed from crying. Lucy sniffled. “Is Arthur gonna be okay?” There had been a lot of blood, so much blood, and it was still staining his hands and his clothes and he couldn’t get it off and Lucy didn’t know what to do.

So he gripped Connor’s hand with all the strength the six-year-old could muster and he looked up at the Android with big, round, searching eyes, desperately needing reassurance. Instructions. Something.

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@messeduphood

"...You shot 'em." For a moment, Lucy can only stare. He'd been hidden away since before the Red Hood showed up, out of sight from everyone, away from the chaos, only poking his head out when the noise finally died down. Now, surrounded by quite a bit of death and carnage...Lucy grins, wide and toothless. "That's so cool! Is that that guy's brains?! Their insides are on their outsides! Wait until Talia hears about this!"

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Bullying the Traumatized "You know … it's OK to have stuff that hurts you." TK shrugged lightly, just a little, ducking to seek Lucy's eye. "It means it matters."

His bottom lip wobbled worryingly for a moment, eyes shining and cheeks wet. “I didn’t mean to,” he sniffled, little fists rubbing at his eyes. “It was an accident.” But that didn’t matter, because his records were broken. Laying in pieces on the floor, inadvertent casualties of his most recent tantrum. His favorite things in the world were broken forever and it was all Lucy’s fault.

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Lucy made cookies.

Well, okay, Lucy helped Zoe make cookies, but it was the thought that counted, and they were chocolate chip, so he was pretty sure TK wouldn’t mind that he hadn’t made them all by himself. Especially since he’d taste-tested a few of them and knew they were really good. Also he was only six; it should be expected that he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the oven.

Carrying the cookies carefully on a wrapped plate (he’d insisted on doing that much by himself), and only limping a little, still, he stopped by one of the firetrucks—real life firetrucks!—and called out, loud as he could. “Hello? Anybody home?” That was something people said, right? He was pretty sure he’d heard it in a movie, one time.

Behind him, he didn’t notice Arthur smiling fondly, covering his mouth with one hand to hide it.

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"I shouldn't have asked you." for Lucy 🥺

"How come? I wanna help." Was it because he wasn't a grownup? Because he was too little? That's what Phee and Sal said, sometimes. That he was too small to understand, too little to help, but that wasn't true. Lucy was smart! Arthur told him every day how smart he was, and how if someone needed help and you could give it, you should. So he was trying, he was trying really hard, TK just wasn't letting him. He should, though, because if he did, Lucy would be a really good helper, he just knew it. Frustrated, he let out a little huff, balled his hands into fists at his sides. He could help. "I can help!"

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"Let him go." (connor. with a gun on someone. bc they're threatening Lucy. i don't make the rules)

Lucy was scared.

He was scared and he wanted to cry and run away (far, far away), but instead he kept very quiet and stood very still. Those were the rules, after all.

Children should be seen and not heard.

Quit your whining, boy, or I'll give you something to cry about.

Sit still, goddammit. Stop squirming.

Mrs. Harrison—Lucy had stayed with her before he lived with Arthur—had always had lots of rules. Lots of rules and lots of talk about God and the Devil. He didn't miss her. Especially now, when she was yelling at Detective Connor about how bad he was. That he was Lucifer, didn't he see? Lucifer was evil, the antichrist himself walking amongst them. One of her hands was gripping his shoulder tight enough to hurt, the other was pointing a gun at his head because "You don't understand! I have to do this! I have to stop him before he destroys everything!"

Lucy really hoped Detective Connor didn't believe her. Detectives saved people. They saved people and they solved crimes, that was their job. So, Lucy reasoned, as long as he didn't believe Mrs. Harrison, as long as he didn't think Lucy was bad and evil and the end of all things, Detective Connor would save him.

Right?

He wanted Arthur.

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@detectiveconnor from here

Wait and see.

He didn't like wait-and-see-ing. He wanted to know now. Wanted to be told that everything would work out okay and that he wouldn't be left alone again. Wanted Arthur to walk into the room with a smile on his face and his arms open wide, ready for Lucy to jump into them.

But Detective Connor wasn't giving him that. Maybe he couldn't, but even if that possibility would occur to the boy, it wouldn't matter much.

He scowled weakly at the android, before turning his gaze back to his shoes. A hand gripped at the hem of his shirt, squeezing and twisting the fabric around his fingers. Sniffing, he rubbed at his eye with the back of one (mostly clean) wrist, trying not to smear more blood on his face, but still wanting to get rid of the tears that'd reappeared.

A voice he didn't recognize suddenly calling his name made him jump, head snapping up. He didn't like doctors, how they hummed and hawed at him, how they only ever talked to the grownup he was with, how they poked him with pointy things and said it was good for him.

No, he didn't like them one bit.

For a moment, he chewed on his lip again, before hesitantly giving Detective Connor a little nod and taking his hand. He slipped off of the chair, but remained a step or two behind the detective as they walked. When they eventually stopped in a room, Lucy continued to hold his hand tightly, half hiding behind his legs as he watched the nurse warily. He shook his head when he was prompted to sit on the examination table, remaining firmly planted where he was. The man in scrubs may have looked nice, but Lucy knew better.

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@aonah-el​ from here

Really, it wasn't that surprising that the young teenager quickly awoke, heart pumping loudly and sitting up abruptly. A panic response, due to... extremely unfortunate circumstances that haunted his past.

Damian slept with knives under his pillow. And an attempt to wake him up caused an involuntary reaction to protect, defend. Maya, similarly, had to be woken up from a distance to avoid any injury.

He was slowly becoming the same way, the weight of trauma and stress laying heavily on the sunshine boy's shoulders. Stability had never been a strong point in Jon's powerset. So, when he heard the word ambush: his body levitated, and his eyes snapped open - red with heat vision as he seared two holes through the ceiling, quickly snapping it back shut as he tried to gain a grasp of normalcy.

Get a grip. Get a grip. get a grip - he was with Lucy.

Jon's eyes opened, normal once more, to face the young child.

Lucy stared for a long moment, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He hadn’t expected a response like that at all. Usually, when he woke up Arthur with one of his adventures, he just smiled the smile that meant he was happy Lucy was having fun, and then went along with whatever scenario the boy had come up with.

And that was all this was supposed to be—a made-up adventure. He’d concocted an elaborate story, filled with pirates and evil mermaids and cannibals, all leading up to them finding a hidden treasure of diamonds and gold da...dublon...doubloons. Yeah, gold doubloons.

This, though. This was...wow.

Finally, after a long silence, Lucy could no longer contain himself; he exploded. “That was awesome!” Arms pulled to his chest, he excitedly bounced in place. “You can fly?! And you got laser eyes?! That’s so cool!”

He laughed as a few little chunks of ceiling sprinkled down from the twin holes Jon had created.

“Do it again!!”

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@detectiveconnor​ said: “How long have you been out here?” also this one for Lucy though

It was dark and scary, where he’d hidden himself in the trees. He whimpered, little fists rubbing at wet eyes. Lucy wasn’t sure how long he’d been out there—he wasn’t very good at telling time, and there weren’t even any clocks outside. It could have been minutes, hours, days. All he knew was that he was cold and tired and hungry. He wanted Arthur. He wanted to go home. “Can I go home now?”

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@detectiveconnor​ said: 14) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare. for max, or miles who fell asleep waiting for his dad to get back from fieldwork at the DPD, orrrr someone else you'd like to introduce me to?

Bad dreams weren't uncommon for Lucy; almost every night he was plagued with them. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a good dream. It was why he hated bedtime. Going to sleep meant bad dreams and bad dreams meant waking up sweaty and afraid—Arthur didn't always hear him and wake him up to soothing words and protective hugs.

Now was one of those times.

He hadn't meant to fall asleep in the first place, waiting for someone to get ahold of Arthur to come pick him up after he'd wandered off again. But he hadn't slept well the night before and Lucy was tired. Immediately, he'd been assaulted by dreams of fire and blood, of angry words and hands that hurt. When Connor woke him up, he didn't make a sound. He quickly curled up into as small of a ball as he could make himself, wrapping his arms around his head in a practiced move to protect himself. Despite the tears in his eyes, he remained silent, breathing heavily, trembling, waiting for a blow that would never come again.

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HUMAN

SPECIES ↠ Human VERSE STATUS ↠ Open TAG ↠   ✦ verse: human (lucy parnassus)    

Lucy is a regular human child living in a foster home run by Arthur Parnassus and his partner, Linus Baker, with his five foster siblings. They are all slowly teaching him exactly how a child should be treated and cared for.

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He's actually surprised by Jon's reaction, somehow not having anticipated him going along with the situation Lucy had proposed. He stares at the older boy for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not he's being made fun of. Hopefully not. He'd enjoyed his time with Jon, so far, and Arthur wouldn't be happy if he had to find yet another babysitter—Lucy had managed to scare off the first three by saying creepy stuff.

Attempt number four clearly wasn't going as he'd planned.

"Yeah. They'll wrap me up in their webs and then suck out all my blood." Hands clutch at his throat, Lucy gasping and thrashing before finally falling still with his eyes squeezed shut, providing Jon with a dramatic enactment of his future death.

Cracking an eye open, he looks back over at Jon. "Do you think the spiders in my brain are the ne-fell-ya ones? What are cara-toids? How come they make the webs gold?"

BABYSITTING WAS NOT EASY. That was the first lesson the teenager learned in this gig economy.

And Lucy gave him a run for his money. But the teen was well-equipped for weird comments and macrabe statements, considering the usual crowd he hung around with.

“Do you think they’ll spin a web into a cocoon around you first? Actually, fun fact about Spider Silk - In the tropics, there are spiders in the Nephila genus that infuse their silks with carotenoids, which, when the sun hits them, makes the webs seem as if they were dipped in liquid gold.” He recites the fact somewhat with excited glee.

Animals were fascinating. Jon looked over back at the young child, “Really, it’s not a bad way to go- in style.”

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I don't have blurbs for them all yet (so far Max's are the only ones that have them) but here are the connections I have for each muse and the verses. If you aren't on here and would like to be, please message me. Same goes for if you're on here and don't want to be.

Any tag with an asterisk (*) beside it was just made up to help me distinguish our interactions from open verses - everything is still in our regular verse.

Max Parker:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: uncle bobby's salvage yard (max parker)

John Constantine / @hxllblazer ✦ verse: magical bullshit (max parker)*

Jason Todd / @tireironmybeloved ✦ verse: sorting papers running around (max parker)

Detective Connor / @detectiveconnor ✦ verse: detroit become human (max parker)

Archie Howells:

Manny Morales / @detectivewoof ✦ verse: anxiety woof (archie howells)*

Mona Wilder:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: life is a highway (mona wilder)*

Miles Morales:

Peter Parker / @ordinariums ✦ verse: what’s up danger (miles morales)

Marc Spector:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: the mage and the moon knight (marc spector)*

Steven Grant:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: wigging out your mates (steven grant)*

Jake Lockley:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: maybe i like your stupid face (jake lockley)*

Manny Morales / @detectivewoof ✦ verse: biting like a squeaky toy (jake lockley)*

Carol Danvers / @divinityrisen ✦ verse: stardust (jake lockley)*

Lucy Parnassus:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: dead people cassette tapes (lucy parnassus)

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: sympathy for the antichrist (lucy parnassus)*

Clint Barton:

Dick Grayson / @dramatisperscnae ✦ verse: fresh faced rookie (clint barton)

Bucky Barnes / @dramatisperscnae ✦ verse: winterhawk (clint barton)*

Detective Connor / @detectiveconnor ✦ verse: detroit become human (clint barton)

TK Strand / @parameddic ✦ verse: friends down south (clint barton)*

Jason Todd:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ masks & monsters (jason todd) ✦ but here we are (jason todd) ✦ riffraff street rat (jason todd) ✦ hung up the scaley panties and pixie boots (jason todd)

Dick Grayson / @dramatisperscnae ✦ masks & monsters (jason todd) ✦ i went to asshole university (jason todd)*

Tim Drake / @arobinwithoutbatman ✦ i went to asshole university (jason todd)*

Tony Stark / @ironifiicd ✦ verse: strange and marvelous things (jason todd)

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@aonah-el​ gets a random starter because reasons

He’s laying on the grass in the park, looking up at the clouds, hands folded on his stomach. It isn’t until a shadow falls over him that he speaks, spurred by the presence of another. “My brain is filled with spiders burrowing their eggs in the gray matter. Soon they’ll hatch and consume me.” He says this calmly, pleasantly, as if he’s an adult merely commenting on the weather. Turning his head to grin at the other boy, Lucy does his best to hide his anticipation. Talking about the spiders in his brain usually got the funniest reactions out of people. If he was lucky, the boy might even run away yelling for his mother!

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detectiveconnor​

Graphic. A little too graphic for a child of his age, to have the words for the description from nowhere; Connor tilted his head, LED cycling curiosity, but it wasn’t necessarily a red flag. Lucy was helping to pack things away, and Connor was pleased for the effort.

How come do you have a light on your head?

“I’m an Android,” he answered it easily enough, crouching with one elbow slung over his knee so he could inspect the painted portion of Lucy’s work (would it fit on a piece of paper, if they pressed it into the paint to save it?), “Not every Android has one, but I like it. It’s part of me. Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

“Oh. A detective android?” The question was merely curious. After all, Arthur often said anyone could be anything, if they put their mind to it. Chauncy was going to be a bellhop, Talia a gardener, and Lucy...well, what he wanted to be changed on an almost daily basis. “I’m gonna be an adventurer. I’m gonna explore jungles and find treasures and fight cannibals.”

Looking down at his feet, Lucy gave his toes a little wiggle. He’d been wearing shoes at one point. His face scrunched up as he thought about when he’d lost them. Oh, right! “I left ‘em at the sandbox. They’re really cool, though. They light up and everything! Like your head light! Only mine light up red, not blue.”