#primal power ring ooo

[stealingyourbones]

Throwing this to the winds along with some ox bones, with some marows and meat, steeped in broth and vegetables and aromatics - good soup...

Anyway I've seen some Jazz or Danny as Green lanterns, but what if the ring of rage is the OG? Like people know of it and wanted its power and poof - a ring with its power core functioning as that ring's heart.

I dunno if I wanted this to go the One Ring or Ring Primordial route, but either works to be honest. But it's pretty unaligned to the emotional and ultraviolet spectrums. I'm curious how will Oa react to this, as well as the different corps. Will they try to take it? Or try to...sway...the lone wielder?

gOOD SOUP!!! oh man this is SUCH a neat idea. I genuinely adore this. If i'm not mistaken, ultraviolet rings ARE a thing already? none the less, having the ring of rage being like the first crude creation of a power ring is a fascinating idea to tap into.

edit: fuck i misunderstood the last part. uH. Oa would probably NOT react to it well. it's an unknown threat and could possibly disrupt order and balance. They send out GL's to identify and collect data on this new entity/threat

[napkinscrawls]

.Comfort after a nightmare. .Thunderstorms.

Primo/ghoulette!OC | 608 words | inferred panic attack & premature grief

Primo gets scared by his ghoul's perceived mortality. AO3

Although safe from the heavy storm outside, Primo is not safe from watching Muck walking about out there, alone, the ghoul herself being entirely unfazed by the lightning that crackles above. She seems perfectly content as the wind & rain buffets her. Busy with the task of fastening the tarp covers on raised beds she didn't notice the old man fret at the window. He had promised her to stay indoors as his age was showing in this turn of the weather.

So instead he glares out at the sky. Thick black clouds that flash with sickly pale light, a beautiful sight when safe from its wrath. Casting his eyes back to the gardening ghoul, she is done with the impromptu patrol of the gardens & just stood there in the rain. Not looking at anything, not doing anything, but the slump of Muck's shoulders sent panic through Primo's veins.

The ghoulette was usually the picture of hedonism; bright, unashamed & powerful. That made the sight of her staring up at the sky all the more of a betrayal to all she is. It drives Primo to action. Risking losing line of sight on them, he heads to the door. As he reaches for the handle a sharp bolt of light frames the door & his thoughts freeze. Now opening the door became a daunting act. As dramatic as that is, Primo is hit with the realisation of how much of a constant Muck is in his life; she'd been with him since his days as a cardinal. In his arrogance he assumed she would see him shuffle off the mortal coil with the same impish smile & full arm wave she greeted him with everyday. Unchanged since the day they met.

Braving the possibility, he opens the door by its heavy ring-pull & welcomes the sight of Muck still standing there in the distance. The burnt ring of where the lightning had struck sizzles in front of Muck's open-toed sandals. Their head is now craned down to stare at the mark. He couldn't see her face but he was preoccupied with getting her to safety.

Grabbing her by the upper arm, Primo drags her backwards, across the path & into the hall. Only when the door shuts does he turn her around & face whatever reality is there.

Mucks stares up at Primo; eyes wide & jaw loose, she is stunned. When her mouth does open it's not into a grin, but instead a question. "Primo?"

He can barely hear her over the rushing of blood in his ears, so she repeats herself, head ducking to the side to catch his focus.

"Mostriciattola," He mutters "non allontanarti così lontano da me."

Muck blinks. What had been a benign activity for her had set something off inside Primo, a primal fear dances in the shadow of his old eyes.

She runs a soothing thumb under his eye, chasing away the rain there as if it were something more.

"Y'know I'm a part of you, love." She promises, stepping into his space & away from the door that barely muffled the continued rolling thunder beyond it. "What's haunting you, truly?" Her voice drops to hum as droplets of water fall from her hair.

A shuddered sigh has Primo tilting his head away, only for Muck to follow the movement, intent on chasing the words out of him.

"A foolish idea." He relents.

"Ooo, I love talking with him." She finally smiles, having found her prey.

Primo levels a look at them.

She pats his wet cheek "C'mon, let's drown the sorry bastard then."

Muck guides Primo back to his chambers where the water is warm & she is close enough.