#dc wrath

[dc-ocs-200x]

Very loose sequel to this story but not really necessary to read it, I'm just in love with Wrath interactions with Cain and Abel.

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Despite the clicking of wooden wheels and other various toys across the creaky floorboards, Wrath's attention was locked on its hand. The pain from a near week and a half ago was finally disappearing, it could move its hand fine now without a burning sensation spreading from its starting point all the way up its arm, even sometimes settling right in the middle of its chest. While beyond grateful for it feeling better, though a scar marked forever reminding it, Lucias couldn't deter its fascination in it.

Even when with its father, forced to preform horrendous battles even some residents of Hell turned away from, it never suffered such an injury, and it certainly never lasted as long as this had. It's hand raised a little barely letting its fingers brush the scar, sucking in its breath and holding it, as though anticipating more pain from the simple action. It's ears perked immediately hearing the sound of someone coming closer, not footsteps it noted. It's head snapped up startling but in just enough time to see Nyx, or Gluttony, there watching Lucias with a little tilt of her head.

"It huwt?" she asked, brows furrowed gently in concern.

Lucias blinked, still growing accustomed to concern and care for its well-being, after the surprise wore down, it shook its head, "N-no... no, it doesn't hurt," it assured, before quickly opting for a subject change, not wanting the youngest child to be worried, "what're you playing?"

"What are," Cain corrected, voice distracted by the flipping of his page, then a pause glancing to Lucias, the red-haired male hesitates then holds his hand out to the child, "you were messing with it. Surely you aren't lying now? Does it still hurt?"

Lucias hesitates a moment, watching Cain's outstretched hand, almost expecting him to lose patience and simply snatch the appendage but when it doesn't happen quite that way, it can see the growing irritation on the oldest family member's expression though, it places it in his hand allowing Cain to finally survey the still healing injury. As he does, Lucias finally offers a verbal answer.

"No Uncle Cain," it murmurs, voice just barely loud enough to be heard, it's gaze cautiously locked on Cain and his small movements with its hand.

Cain eventually hums and releases the child's hand in favor of stroking Nyx's hair a bit as if silent praise for being so considerate. His gaze quickly finds Lucias though, eyes narrowed, "That was very foolish and very dangerous of you, you know. There could've been much worse consequences than that. You best never pull a stunt like that again. Most don't make it back when they make that mistake," he scolds again. It's the same warning Lucias has heard anytime its scar had been looked at.

Lucias's eyes drift back down to the scar, intrest piqued once more, especially as it fully starts to consider Cain's words.

"Why doesn't anyone come back from making that mistake?"

Cain pauses then grins, canines glittering almost mischievously, humming, "How about a story time to answer that riveting question?" Nyx squeals in excitement, prompting Cain to lift her up and sit her on one knee, then arch a brow towards Lucias. The child considers a moment before crawling closer to Cain, simply propping its chin up on his knee. Cain seems satisfied with this compromise, leaning back into his chair as the fire crackles to fill the anticipation, suddenly seeming louder than it was before.

"This story begins long ago... back when the world was just created," he waves his hand in a sideways motion, suddenly the brief description comes to life in a little tear like portal of sorts, a power Cain and Abel only seemed to reserve for the, now three, children of the house.

The view is a picturesque of a land that seems partly wooded and partly desert, "God had already created man and woman," he hummed as the two beings appeared. The man was blonde, tall, strapping nude in all but a bushings wrapped around his waist, and next to him a female with long, curly black hair, also covered only by leaves around her waist, hiding her breast in her arms.

"Together they created the first children of the Earth, naturally. The firstborn was a very handsome young man who tended to the grounds of this new world," he hummed, a third figure appearing that bore striking resemblance to Cain, if he looked younger, red hair curled perfectly around his face yet the top still sticking in to almost as if form two horns, no longer were they just clothed by leaves, now wearing some cloth though it was obvious that it wasn't necessarily tailored as Cain liked to wear now.

Nyx giggled excitedly, pointing to him, "Look! Look like you D- Uncle!" she corrected, though the mistake didn't deter her excitement in the notion.

Cain chuckled then nodded, rubbing her back, "Excellent job darling, and yes, he does. See, it is me," he hummed, smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "I am the firstborn son of man," he hummed, but the self satisfaction doesn't last long as he sighed, "but the peace couldn't last as they soon had a second son, that blundering, brain dead dolt, Abel."

Sure enough the forth figure appears, a younger looking Abel. While still wide in stature and gap toothed, hair still black like the first woman's yet styled to look merely more frizzy despite attempting to look combed back, "That spineless ninny herded sheep, something we honestly could've had a dog do twelve times better, but I digress... we were to present our offerings to the lands creator. Whereas I offered vegetables and fruits that I grew by hand, mind you, Abel--the little suck-up-- gave his best sheep as a sacrifice."

As he explained, the visual story telling followed dutifully along, showing now Cain and Abel across from each other. On some stone slab in front of Cain were vibrant fruits and vegetables where Abel's table like item, not too far away from his older brother's, laid a slain lamb limply laying out as if it were only sleeping.

"The creator, however, liked that buttdumpling, oversized jelly gutted moron's sacrifice more..." all three could sense Cain's anger rising at the still bitter jealousy, Nyx frowned in worry, leaning closer to him nervously. Cain paused a moment then chuckled darkly, resuming his soothing stroking of the little girl's back, as well as sparing a hand to pet Lucias's black and white hair, minding it's horns. While the storyteller kept silent, the image continued to play like a movie, depicting Cain eventually bashing Abel's head in with a rock, the very first murder of fellow man.

Cain's smile had returned through this, though there was an eerily dark vibe practically radiating off his expression, one that didn't put either child to ease, Nyx even hiding herself in Cain's chest with a small whimper about halfway through the beating. Cain hummed softly, "Surprisingly, it didn't take long for everyone to notice the pathetic, spastic cretin I call a brother, went missing. The creator approached me," he gently tapped Nyx's back to assure the little girl that the gore was over, as the pictured scene changed to a masdive light comimg over younger Cain, "and asked, 'Where is thy brother, Abel?'... to which I responded, 'I don't know, am I my brother's keeper?'" he hummed gently.

""Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground' the creator insisted, he banished me, dooming me to forever wander the Earth..." Cain finished moving hid hand to cause the pictures and what was projecting them to disappear, "but not before giving me this," he pushed his bangs up revealing a perfect circle marked on his forehead.

Both kids looked up at it in awe, "What does it do?" Lucias uttered almost in a whisper. Cain gave some scoffing noise before letting his hair flop back down.

"Makes me invincible. Well, practically. See, for my deed, the creator wanted me to suffer, likely with guilt or something nonsensical like that... letting some buffoons kill me off was far too kind... so this mark makes it that no one can so much as hurt me, lest they suffer sevenfold.. I've seen people die for disobeying it, meet the angel of Heaven's wrath for it.... what you suffered, my child, is no more than a love mark," he scoffed, "but we're not going to have a repeat, yes? We're going to be well-behaved children, and not raise our hands to Uncle Cain... I dread to imagine how that would go down.. the wrath of Heaven meeting the wrath of Hell..." he shook his head to clear the idea.

Lucias's eyes traveled back down to its scar, pausing before a meek smile pulled at his mouth, tugging it upwards, uttering after a moment, "So... we kinda have that in common, Uncle Cain? Your mark and my mark, as a reminder?"

Cain opened his mouth to protest but quickly found the notion right, even if loosely so. He couldn't help but chuckle and nod, "Yes... yes I suppose so, my child," he hummed, "bah, you've distracted me from my book. How about another story, hm? Have I told you about the reanimated zombie with a mysterious pact to the Elder God?"

Nyx giggled excitedly shaking her head, Cain held her closer as he started the haunting tale. Lucias paused a moment, before its smile grew, laying its chin on his knee once more to listen in as well.

[bluerosefox]

Siblings Behavior

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie aren't causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

[mad2001-4]

Another Age Regression story written for me (and technically my friend) so feel free to move along if you don't like it.

The nightmares delve into mentioned violence and past abuse so tread lightly.

Lucias woke in a cold sweat, tears immediately pricking its eyes. Despite its head feeling bogged down in a sensation it was still adjusting to, the nightmare still insisted to play on repeat in its head. Screams both horrified and cruelly delighted, the smell of smoke and iron wafting directly up to its nose, fear coursing through its shaky and pained body.

Its problem was it could recall every single fight it'd endured under its biological father's care. Every outcome, every face, everything that transpired afterwards, eleven years worth of torture perfectly etched into its memories and some bothered it more than others, but the one that decided to ransack its dreams tonight was the one that truly had it the most scared.

The first fight it almost genuinely lost its life. A six year old against a thirteen year old. It truly was by some miracle it survived, it wondered if it was a blessing from Satan, preparing it for its apparently destined role that would come five years later.

Regardless of that fact, it didn't feel six-years-old, it didn't even feel the millennia worth of years it was. It felt so much smaller, making the nightmare of helplessness all the more frightening. It rubbed at its eyes a moment before sitting up in bed, nervously slipping the collar of its sleep shirt into its mouth to suck and chew on. With this done, it carefully got out of bed, whimpering softly at the trembling its legs did in response to this, but it still managed its way out and towards the stairs to get something to settle its nerves.

In its younger headspace, it neglected the creaking of the stair floorboards, all exoect in to cutl into itself, sucking anxiously on its shirt at the loud, frightening noises. However, it wasn't the only one bothered, being close to the stairs, it took Raven nothing to hear this. Darcey did as well sitting up slightly.

"Who the fuck could be up at this hour?" the redhead whined.

Raven grunted, "How am I supposed to know, moron?"

"Go look and tell them to keep it down!" Darcey insisted burying himself back into the pillows.

Raven rolled his eyes slightly, "Why would I do th-" he was cut off by a thud next. He narrowed his eyes a moment before groaning softly, rubbing his face a moment before indeed getting up out of bed. As much as they all were pains in his ass, Raven still didn't really want anyone in the family hurt. Some more than others, but that was besides the point right now.

As he reached the door, Lust called out, "Hurry back, so we can cuddle!"

Raven rolled his eyes slightly but made his way out. It didn't take long for him to see the tall form of Lucias there at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing it's forehead. The hornless family member frowned gently in confusion at this. For a big guy, Lucias was quiet and agile and skilled. So this.... this sight took Raven by surprise.

"Luci?" Raven asked in a whisper moving much more careful down the stairs. Lucias jerked it's head back, red eyes widened with a fresh set of tears filling its eyes, sucking, and as a result slobbering, on the shirt. Raven furrowed his brows further.

"Hey... you ok?"

Wrath desperately wanted to conjure up the words to explain but the task felt far too big and difficult, that alone frustrated it, angered it, enough for the tears to staer to spill forwards which tipped Envy off further. Wrath hardly ever let anyone see it cry, with perhaps an exception to Salem, someone Raven was wholeheartedly considering to get.

"Hey.. talk to me, Luce, what's up? What's the matter?" he asked tone becoming more and more gentle with worry.

Lucias produced some odd hiccup noise, shaking its head, "Wawer.." was all it mustered out, trembling obvious even in its tone. Raven narrowed his eyes a moment before it all clicked into place, making perfect sense. He couldn't help his eyes widening in realization.

"Oh... oh shit," he mumbled, looking away a moment to further process before he looked back to Wrath, "Hey big guy... are..." he sucked in a breath, interrupting his train of thought of how the hell he was supposed to ask this question. It was one thing to picture childish Darcey as a little. It was a whole other thing to picture big sibling Lucias as a little.

What didn't help was he really wasn't sure how much Lucias even knew about it all, it certainly never brought up age regression or anything.

"You need some help?" he finally settled on.

Wrath sniffled slightly, rubbing at its eye a moment before nodding a little bit, "P-p'ease..." it croaked.

"Cmon little guy," Envy hummed guiding it to the kitchen, "so uh Luci... are you... little?"

Luci sniffled nodding a little bit, "Uh huh... get 'eally.... wittle... hawd t-to ta'k..."

Raven hummed finding the lidded cups Cain and Abel had kept for when the children were sick to avoid messes, "Sounds pretty little, Luce... what were you going to do down here?"

"Get wawer..."

"By yourself?" he asked gently, "You want water or milk?"

Lucias started to nod before its eyes lit up a little at the offer, "Mi'kie...? Wa'm... wike Muddy make it?"

Raven paused at that, but made some quick assumptions, "Sure buddy," he hummed filling it up before popping it in the microwave a moment, "Muddy... is that Sal?"

Lucias nodded, "Uh huh... Muddy... make f'om... mummy a-an' daddy..."

Raven hummed softly, put slightly at ease knowing Wrath didn't take care of itself like this, "I see... cute pick," he hummed gently, "Do you know if your Muddy is awake?"

"Sure am," a third voice came quietly making the two look over, Raven sighing relieved as Lucias's eyes lit up.

"Muddy!" it cooed cheerfully.

Salem chuckled, coming over and hugging Wrath's head to their body gently, "Hi bear," she cooed softly, "what's my bitsy baby doing up?"

"Bad d'eam, Muddy," Lucias whimpered gently nuzzling them, being careful of its horns so it wouldn't poke them, "get wawer... Ven hewp.."

"I see," he murmured, kissing its forehead gently, "Thank you for helping Raven... I appreciate it. I can handle it now though if you want to head back to bed."

Raven nodded slightly retrieving the cup and setting it in front of Lucias before starting to walk away, "Wait," Sloth called softly making him pause in his steps, "how'd you know about Luce and little space?"

Raven hummed, he sure wasn't going to expose himself but he fended off a smirk as he answered, "Darcey, he's got one too."

Salem hummed softly, understanding, before looking down at a little whine from Lucias who was trying to suck both on the straw and its shirt, "Oh bitty, you gotta let go of your shirt first," she cooed, gently pulling the shirt collar down allowing Lucias to slip the straw in and properly drink from it, "There you go... now we can cuddle and make that bad dream go away."

Raven snorted slightly but left the two to their devices to head to his room once more. Hearing the door, Darcey popped his head back up.

"About time.." he slurred, holding his arms out with a yawn, "what happened?"

Raven shook his head gently crawling into bed and pulling Darcey on top of him slightly, "Nothing interesting," he fibbed, not wanting to spill Lucias's secret if it wasn't ready.

Darcey hummed nuzzling him gently, "Missed you..." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck once settled.

Raven hummed again, "Get some rest, Darce, it's late," he murmured gently. As Raven drifted off, however, he couldn't help but wonder just how many other family members were secretly living a little life on the side.

[evilminji]

O.O!!! :Dc wait a second.... Aquaman >.>

Good JOB Brain! That IS a good idea!

Don't know if YOU GUYS all know this? But Arthur? Son of a Lighthouse keeper and the Queen of Atlantis? THAT Arthur Curry aka. Orin? Has CONSIDERABLY enhanced durability. Like... *hit by a car* "ha. Cute." Enhanced.

It's because of the DEEP Sea water pressure he's built for.

I bring this up? Because the man is a legit BAMF. Absolutely TERRIFYING near any body of water. Dude has SUPER STRENGTH AND HYDROKINESIS. Not ONLY are YOU filled with water, but every street corner in the world has pipes! He is NEVER not armed.

That's not including the "yes I can ask a lobster to take your dick off" thing.

But most of all? He has the RAGE. The lifetime of injustice after injustice. His home under attack, his people suffering and regarded as LESS. The poison dumped into their air. Their lands taken, PRESUMED the property of land dwellers.

Treated as criminals and monsters should they DARE defend themselves.

Yet? He is a leader. A husband, father, mentor. The death of his child can not take from him that title. Nor years numb that pain. He strives to be good. Be wise. Live well.

Yet? There is once AGAIN fuckery in his ocean. Some "secret" lab. Poking at a swirling green portal. At the BOTTOM OF THE SEA. For God's sake, they DO REALIZE, you can't HIDE things from him down here, RIGHT?

It looks radioactive.

He refuses to have that so close to Atlantis.

Sends a notice up to the Watchtower, a call back to his Wife, and leads the gaurd team in. Painfully easy, really. Bog standard humans, caught off gaurd. Right until one of them does something... stupid.

He tries to blow the place. Destroy evidence. It would kill all of them. Which is not Arthur's main concern. No, what IS? Is that it would dump radioactive SOMETHING into the waters near Atlantis.

He dives forward. They struggle. A button is smashed and...

Their containment field drops.

They had been keeping it in a perfect vacuum.

Arthur is sucked in.

Watches, in free fall, as his men's faces turn to horror. As they desperately dive to follow him. Loyal. True. But ultimately too late. He curses himself as he loses sit of them. But forces himself to focus, twist, get his feet under him. His is in air, above LAND.

He hits HARD.

But not the ground like he had planned.

He's slamed, at an awkward, frantic, angle and knocked off course. His weight crashing down onto a scrawny slip of a boy, who weezes and struggles to get a proper grip. His arms not quite long enough to go all the way around his barrel of a chest.

He helps, by slinging an arm over his young savior.

Only then, does he notice, the tiny crown of ice and nebula, poking at a jaunty angle from the child's head.

Their landing would be rough, had Arthur not caught them, once he gets close enough to the ground. The young royal gasping for air, having clearly pushed his limits to get to Arthur in time. He hauls himself up. Not yet a man, but not as young as Arthur feared. His eyes glow.

"Hoooly SHIT. Are you okay?! I hit you really hard! I'm so, SO sorry! I panicked! And-"

Honestly? A little bruised. But nothings he's going to ADMIT too.

More concerning? The injuries.

There's a screech of tires turning sharp corners. Sirens getting closer. The young king whips around. Terror seeping onto his face. It gives Arthur an unobstructed view of pointed ears, softly glowing skin with star like freckles, and scars that creep up the child's neck. He does not like the picture being painted.

"We have to GO. Now. Please, I'll explain in a moment! But we have to go NOW!"

Really, REALLY does not like the picture. And he has WAYS of dealing with such things as this. But safety first. Prioritize the children. They go. He vows to get answers. And all around Amity? Certain individuals days are NUMBERED.

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @nerdpoe

[daydreamerwonderkid]

DC really kicking off Pride month by killing Jason again.

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny things Damian is a wrath

Do ghost king Danny has to help a heard of Wrath's cross over from the living world to the ghost zone

It's this big thing that happens every 50 years because wrath are to small to have any awareness of their surroundings they need someone to guide them to the ghost zone

Danny usually starts in the most wrath-infested place he can find, in this case, it's a city called Gotham(Danny has some comments on the name)

The weird thing is there seems to be a kinda sick wrath that just... won't follow

It keeps following him but won't join the pack, which is a very bad thing for a wrath

So Danny concerned for this wrath's health scoops it up to take to frostbite, but he still needs to herd all the healthy wraths back to the ghost zone so the little one has to join him, and Danny starting to think this one has some unfinished business because it's one fiesty little guy

On another note the batfam are losing their minds over Damian being kidnapped during a scouting mission

[nelkcats]

Allies in unusual places

J'onn J'onzz didn't have much hope of receiving help after he was captured. He spent his nights locked up in those terrible laboratories, surrounded by selfish people who saw him as an experiment.

Still he did not give up, he continued to ask for help from the heroes he had heard about. Heroes who could save him and stop the future invasion. Many of those calls were futile, but there were times when he really felt that someone had heard him.

Perhaps it was because he was distracted that he didn't notice the fact that he wasn't the only "experiment" in the facility. It was only after he was moved that he noticed the teenager huddled in one of the containment units.

The boy looked exhausted, doing everything he could to make sure no one got to him, kicking and biting every time they tried to grab him; J'onn's heart broke. It was obvious that the boy wasn't human, he didn't look like a Martian either, but it was clear that he was a living being. A living being that was constantly being hurt by human greed.

The Martian was an adult, an adult who could endure pain, an adult who understood how horrible people could be, but that boy? He looked like a child, a child begging to be seen as a sentient being. J'onn hated it.

The days when he heard his sobs were the worst. That's why when the heroes came to "rescue" him, the first thing he did was set the boy free. Not caring about the looks he was getting, he wrapped the boy in a blanket and took him away (he was so scared, kicking and flailing, afraid he was going to get hurt again).

Even as they argued about the invasion, J'onn never left the boy's side. The same little boy who told them in a weak voice that he could help them, that he knew people who could help them.

Danny wanted to do something for the Martian who had helped him (and wasn't it amazing? there was a Martian in front of him! Someone who knew space!), and he thought that a couple of ghosts owed him some favors.

Unknown to the halfa, many of his former enemies were looking for him, desperate for the disappearance of the youngest of their own. The ghosts were furious, and perhaps an alien invasion could help them release their anger.

[vertigoartgore]

1997's The Spectre Vol.3 #49 cover by cover artist Glen Orbik.

[dc-ocs-200x]

Wrath felt a stinging in its hand. It would've liked to brag that it wasn't anything it wasn't used to but the pain wasn't subsiding. If anything, it felt like it was getting worse. The only thing that gave it satisfaction, enough to over look the pain, was seeing Cain gripping his own hand, curses still spewing from his mouth. Oh if this child wasn't a part of a special project, Cain could just strangle it. Alas, the best he could do was take his frustration out on his brother and revel in the fact the child was feeling some retaliation for his act, without the elder having to lay a hand on it.

"You! Go deal with that little brat! You've done nothing helpful just standing there like a brainless buffoon, like always!" he hissed, bumping into Abel harshly as he passed. Abel looked to Wrath in worry. The child had already dared to attack Cain, what really was stopping it from taking a go at him too? Regardless, not being in the mood to further infuriate Cain, lest the older kill him, effectively leaving Cain alone with the kid, which currently sounded dangerous for both parties, he approached cautiously and with enough distance for him to hopefully move back should Wrath try and bite him as well.

Wrath currently watched Abel with nothing short of distrust for him. If it was a cat, no doubt it's back would be arched upwards, claws drawn, and hairs on end. It just had to settle for a look that could kill though. Cain had slipped into another room to see Gluttony, the charming little girl already seeming to have the older brother wrapped around her little finger, leaving Abel alone to deal with Wrath and its glare.

"Now, Wrath, what seems to have you so upset, hm? You know, biting Cain wasn't very nice... and I'm sure your hand is hurting... may I take a look at it?"

As soon as Abel outstretched his hand to take the child's, Wrath took two steps away. Abel furrowed his brows lightly. Not the reaction he was expecting. A theory came to mind that he wanted to test, so he took a step closer. In response, Wrath took another back, baring its teeth as if a silent warning. Abel sucked in a little breath, nodding once to himself in confirmation.

He offered Wrath an anxious but gentle, and almost pitying, smile, "Its ok to be scared you know. This is a big, new, frightening place, hm?"

Hearing such a word, Wrath jerked back another step, only to puff its chest out, "Not scared," it uttered. Still Abel noted a little tremble laying underneath Wrath's words.

"Its ok to be," he assured again, pausing before lowering himself a bit to one knee, hoping to appear less threatening, all adults in Wrath's life had proven to be, from Abel's understanding. He hoped this would ease it some.

Wrath watched, brows furrowing in confusion, but only for a moment before trying to take on its intimidating expression once more. It honestly was astonishingly menacing for a child that age, barely 11 years old. Still, Abel held firm, now noticing the child's eyes slightly widened, fear on a much clearer display now that he was at eye level with it.

"You say you're not scared... what are you feeling then?" Abel tried.

That perplexed look overtook Wrath's face once more, then something of contemplation, and finally determination shining in its now red eyes, "Strong!"

Abel blinked, unable to resist a small chuckle leaving him as he nodded gently, "Yes... yes, you are very strong... strong... isn't really an emotion though... what do you think, little one?"

The confidence in the child wavered, while holding its body still in a bold manner, it's eyes showed a different story, an almost glossy type of lost casting over them. A sympathetic smile appeared on Abel's face, "Its ok not to know too... and it's ok to feel a lot of emotions at once. We'll navigate it together, hm? Let's start easy. Are you happy?"

Wrath scrunched it's nose as though disgusted by the idea, shaking its head firmly.

"Excellent!" Abel praised, "So we're not happy. What about... disgusted?"

Wrath thought a moment before shaking its head once more.

"Alright... are you... angry?"

Wrath felt blank at that, persistence melting away in an instant. It's brows furrowed deeper than before truly putting thought into the idea. Abel's patience didn't falter regardless, even as the seconds stretched to minutes. Three minutes, in fact.

Finally, it shook its head. Abel heaved out a sigh of relief, "Good... and how about sad, are you sad?"

There was that lost puppy look once more, eyes somehow seeming to water over even more, the child's breath got caught in its throat, making it jerk its head backwards in what could only be described as panic, rubbing furiously at its eyes. Abel frowned gently at this, humming, "Its ok to cry too, Wrath."

Wrath shook its head back and forth rapidly, Abel winced, genuinely worried about the child hurting its eyes in doing so, seeing as it hadn't removed its fists from their position over them.

Abel went to speak but was cut off with the door finally opening, Cain reentered looking significantly more calmed with the little girl in his arms, happily munching on a few cookies.

"Well? Have you gotten that feral thing to behave?" he demanded, brow arched in seeing the position Abel was in.

The younger caretaker sighed, "We were making progress," he hummed, slowly raising and approaching Cain, taking note of Wrath's internal walls shooting up seeing his brother enter. Abel hummed gently, gently petting Gluttony's hair. The little girl giggled happily seeing both men looking between them both.

"Hello sweet girl," Abel cooed gently, "are you being a good girl for Uncle Cain?"

Gluttony nodded happily, "Always!" the toddler chirped. Abel smiled nodding.

"I know, you're always a good girl, hmm?" Gluttony giggled and nodded. Abel smiled more satisfied, especially pleased when he saw his brother briefly peck Gluttony's forehead, gaze hooked on Cain now.

"We were making progress," he repeated softly, "I think its just scared... maybe sad. I haven't been able to get that answer out of it yet... it's trying not to cry, Cain.." both turned their gaze to Wrath, who had thankfully removed its hands from its eyes by now, now looking in a distant gaze. It's eyes unfocused as if trying to decide if it wanted to look at the floor in misery or at the brothers with unease.

Cain scoffed softly, "Honestly.." he grumbled.

Abel frowned, "Its just a child too, Cain..."

"I know that powder brain," Cain sneered, looking at the child once more then sighed, moving closer. Gluttony giggled, clinging to Cain's shirt in feeling them moving once more. Though upon seeing the saddened older child, she paused frowning gently.

"Sad, Uncle," she whimpered.

"Yes darling. Don't worry. Uncle is going to take care of it," Cain murmured. He kneeled in front of Wrath who bared its teeth once more trying to shuffle some steps away.

"Stay," Cain warned, sternly, "now then. What's upsetting you, little one?" Wrath narrowed it's eyes, Cain merely did the same in return, paired with an unimpressed eyebrow raise, "You're going to have to talk and get used to me because we will, most certainly, not be doing this everyday. Do you understand me?"

Wrath grunted then nodded, grumbling out, "Yes.."

Cain blinked, a brief moment of surprise at actually hearing its voice, that being the first civil answer it had provided in the week and a half it'd been here-- for granted, two of those days were occupied with the sickness that fell over the all the kids in the immortality process.

"Good. Then explain. My ignoramus of a brother mentioned you trying not to cry. Why?"

Wrath set its jaw tight and stuck its chin out, silently pondering over an answer, "....Not suppose to cry.." it finally mumbled.

Cain snorted softly, making Wrath glare a little bit, "And who told you that?"

"...Father.." it mumbled, rubbing at its eyes again, a barely noticeable break in its voice at the single answer.

Cain hummed then nodded, "Your father, clearly, was not capable of handling emotions properly. You're 11. You're a child, cry if you need to."

Wrath looked alarmed by the statement, bewildered at the mere prospect of having permission to cry. Against its will, more tears brimmed up. Frantically, it started scrubbing once more, a panicked noise tearing from the back of its throat.

Abel took a step or two closer, careful to not invade too much into Cain's personal bubble, "Everyone cries, darling. Just let it out. Its ok."

Wrath lowered its hands slightly to look at the adults, just waiting for one to exclaim it was some cruel joke, or perhaps one to strike it the moment it followed the coaxing words advice. Eventually it's gaze fell onto Gluttony. The little girl looked worried for the other child, but noticing it focused on her now, she offered a smile hoping it would comfort it. Wrath noticed how happy she looked, it wanted that. Wrath wanted to be happy.

"C-cry?" it uttered out.

Gluttony blinked confused, Cain nodded in answer, "Yes, she's cried before Wrath. Everyone has. It's a simple reaction."

It's lip trembled, if the girl had cried and was now happy, maybe it was a key to becoming happy. It took a moment, having to physically remember how to cry, but as soon as that first cry spilled out it felt as though it wouldn't be able to stop. Gluttony clung tightly to Cain in worry and slight fear. Cain snorted but moved back subtly nodding Abel to handle the sobbing child.

Abel obliged, moving yo the child and wrapping a reassuring arm around it, producing a handkerchief that wouldn't be missed once stained with snot and tears. Wrath wailed all the same, clinging to Abel almost desperately. Cain watched with a satisfied smile, only breaking that when Gluttony tugged on his coat making him look down to her.

"It cry?" Gluttony whimpered.

Cain nodded, "Yes... but it needs to, dear," he assured kissing her forehead gently.

"Get be'er?"

"Yes... Yes. Don't you worry about that. Wrath will feel much better."

Gluttony looked to the child and her uncle who was whispering reassuring nothings to it and smiled a bit at knowing it would all be better soon, enjoying the idea of her new, ever-growing family.

[bluerosefox]

Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.

[frostdrawz]

First time posting here chat here’s some intro art and an intro photo thing bc I’m too lazy to type stuff out

Hope to have fun here!

[timblrdrake]

As your best friend can you please hook me up with that awesome cookies from that downtown gotham bakery. Please please please

- @yourgirlwonders

oh god calling yourself my best friend is a dangerous game cassie

but yes absolutely i would do anything to get away from my desk ive got you

[hollowshadow2]

Reverse robins AU

Damian-phantom/claw

Damian is first OFC, he was conceived back when Bruce was training with the league from age 0-10 he was raised by the LOA and then when he was 10 Talia sent him to Gotham, and then he became phantom Bruce didn’t know how to raise a child, and definitely not an ex-assassin, at the time so fighting between the two were common when he was 19 he stopped working with Bruce and then went to work alongside cat woman, she was in a on-off relationship with Bruce while he was raising Damian so she helped raised him some and that’s why he went to her, he becomes known as claw.

Cassandra-swan

Cass is the first batgirl(kinda) her parents sent her to kill an important political figure but then her and Damian meet again having already met before at the LOA, for awhile she wasn’t a vigilante for 5 months just getting settled into her new life, she was adopted by Bruce and watches over Damian, she went into ballet her vigilante name being swan, she and Damian got into fights as well but not as much as Bruce and Damian, Damian being more lose about the no killing rule at first (he later follows it more strictly) and cass being fully against killing

Stephanie-phantom/banshee

Steph is the second phantom to haunt Gotham, her father being a villain trying to compete with the riddler, her mother a drug addict, one day she follows her father planing to take him down and Bruce finds her, he trains her with permission from her mother wanting her to have a better chance at life, she later was ordered to fake her death, moving out of Gotham to continue training while undercover, she later comes back as banshee

Timothy-phantom/wisp

Tim the 3rd phantom, he was close friends with Steph, she never told him her identity but he knew, after figuring out her identity he found out the others and began to stalk the bats to make sure steph was safe but he believed he failed, in order to make sure Steph’s dreams don’t go forgotten he forced Bruce to take him as phantom later he became wisp. when Jason comes around he’s not all that friendly

Jason-Phantom/wrath

Jason, the 4th phantom and now wrath, he was caught stealing from a store by cass who drops him off with Bruce, he becomes phantom after a while before running off to save his mother, just to be tortured and killed by the joker when he was 12, he later comes back with use of the pit, he returns to Gotham at 14 as wrath, his actions ruled over by rage.

Barbra-watcher

Babs stared helping Bruce and the phantoms out when she was 8 she would have her father bring her to the job and then she would help them with case files and sometimes they taught her different moves, she dreamed of being a great vigilante like them, but the joker shot her and so she couldn’t, but she later sets up the technology so that she could continue to help, she works part time at the library she becomes known as watcher

Richard-robin

Dick, the first robin, he is currently in training and the youngest Bruce wanting to bound with Tim drags him to a circus where they watch a kid lose his parents, Bruce has Tim watch over dick while he gets legal things handled.

[wr4th-of-the-gods]

wzp guys! we're wrath of the gods - a super cool rock band! now that we have the band back together, we thought we'd open up a little blog for you people to contact us!

this account is mostly run by our lead guitarist scott tibbs (he/him) and "lark" jackson (he/they), who is our editor and singer.

our other members include;

stacy mcneil (she/her) - guitarist, singer

thomas cooper (he/him) - drummer

damien gibson (they/them) - bassist

adam faulkner-stanheight (he/him) - photographer

we'll answer questions from anyone about anything!!!!!!! we're just here to have fun and interact with our super awesome fanbase!

🤘🤘

hi there!! im annon, the owner of this blog, and i want to welcome you all to it! this is my first rp blog so please bear with me, i'm learning here...

i thought it would be fun to make a blog for the band wrath of the gods from the saw series! they arent very popular but hey..daniel matthews likes them and i think thats all that matters

everyone will be color coordinated just to make it easier (see colors above) and i'm trying to stick as close to accurate as possible with scott, lark, and adam. the others...well ill just make them up along the way.

you can interact however you like, i dont mind. i do asks that people interacting are at least 15 and up..just a personal preference. other than that have fun with it!

this is placed after the saw trap, note that adam is an apprentice!

TAGS [blog's characters]

scott ; #fuck you i wont do what you tell me! ➸ SCOTT ↪ killing in the name - rage against the machine

lark ; #contact i hijacked the frequencies blockin' the beltway move on dc! ➸ LARK ↪ guerrilla radio - rage against the machine

stacy ; #the movie ran through me the glamour subdue me! ➸ STACY ↪ testify - rage against the machine

thomas ; #what we dont know keeps the contracts alive n' movin'! ➸ THOMAS ↪ bulls on parade - rage against the machine

damien ; #instead i warm my hands up on the flames of the flag ➸ DAMIEN ↪ bombtrack - rage against the machine

adam ; #you dont really know why but you wanna justify ripping someones head off! ➸ ADAM ↪ break stuff - limp bizkit

[duos] stacy and chell ; #rebel rebel how could they know? hot tramp i love you so ➸ stacy and chell ↪ rebel rebel - david bowie

[general]

ooc ; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

blog ; #wrath of the gods

tag games ; #and nows the time the time is now! ➸ TAG GAMES ↪ ramble on - led zeppelin ask games ; #my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

@one-annon - main! @trapped-twins - adam and david rp blog! @zippyzep - zep hindle rp blog! @jigsaws-disciples - jigsaws disciples rp blog! @coolest-mom-with-the-coolest-son - scott tibbs' mom rp blog!

and most importantly, credit to @strangergraphics-archive for the super gnarly dividers <3