Apr 5, 2025
Lore accurate charile legacy au
"Why..."
"Thank you... Stranger."
"I very much appreciate the attention."
"Have a wonderful night~"
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Lore accurate charile legacy au
"Why..."
"Thank you... Stranger."
"I very much appreciate the attention."
"Have a wonderful night~"
This artwork was made by my buddy pal @weirdozjunkary I commed it from them for my friend's birthday!
Happy Belated Birthday Rose! Hope you have an amazing day.
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Are you ever gonna continue Tremors of Legacy?
Yes, when I like it again.
I reread it and suddenly I really didn’t like it. I didn’t like the way it flowed or how it sounded. It makes me sad. 😔
Today I'm thinking about how Terry has a point. Tish was remarkably unfazed about sweet Abigail Queen's annoying handsome brother a) being the arrow b) having a family of professional badasses and c) with a non zero number of kills between them. She is actually the perfect Queen daughter in law. She got on board like super quick and just rolled with it in a "sure this is normal" way and I feel bad for Terry who's so lonely. ASH!
Felicity:
Poor kid. When Tish met us - I mean, actually met our family for the weirdos we are - she had just run the gauntlet. Traumatic near death experience after traumatic revelation after traumatic near death experience. By the time Jon’s hood came off, I think she was tapped out of surprise.
After that, she didn’t jump on board right away. Her brain probably needed time to catch up, you know?
Shared trauma can bind you to someone pretty tightly, and she kept close but not too close to us. Especially to Jonny. There was just an arm’s length of distance while she figured out how she felt about everything. At least, that’s my best explanation for all those dates she and Jonny went on without actually dating.
It is no secret that I love @ash818 's Legacy Verse. She is really awesome and amazing and generous, and allows people to play in her sandbox. She also knows how much I love Elaine and Oliver. Inspired by this idea/visual I once had.
Ash, thanks for letting me play in this universe; and forgive me if I don’t do these wonderful characters justice.
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His hood is off his head, and hanging off over his back.
He is still in his greens. She is so used to seeing him in the leather in muted lighting in their lair, or under street lights through a security camera that she has forgotten how vivid that green actually is.
John and Lyla are doing something in the kitchen, wonderful smells filling their little flat and making Felicity's stomach rumble. She is on the couch, her legs folded beneath her, a glass of wine in her hand, watching Oliver pay attention to Lainie’s instructions. They have the morning off tomorrow, and she is fine with getting a little buzzed tonight.
"- that's the yellow one," Elaine is instructing him, hair bunched up into little ponytails on either side of her head. "And then you can roll out the grey one, Uncle Oliwer."
"What's wrong with the red one?" He asks confused.
"Coz elewants don't have red trunks," Elaine says, like it should be obvious to him.
"But they have yellow ones?" Oliver asks. He hasn't yet learned how to completely accept three year old logic.
"Sure," Elaine says. "And they have gween ones and blue ones and orange ones but no wed."
"Clearly."
They sit quietly, Oliver rolling elephant trunks and Elaine making the rest of the animal. In no time, they have laid out a row of elephants in different colors for Mom and Dad to approve.
"They are gorgeous, baby," Lyla says, as Digg picks Elaine up off the floor and takes her to wash her hands. Oliver presses a kiss to the top of her head when they duck past him.
Felicity sets the table, and Digg locks Elaine into her high chair. Without prompting, Oliver sinks into the chair closest to her at the table and begins feeding her with her Disney Princess spoon.
They talk shop over dinner, but Felicity finds herself distracted because he is pulling funny faces at Elaine to make her open her mouth, all the while talking to Lyla about ARGUS' most recent encounter with an enhanced psychic in Central City. His face is still streaked with green grease paint.
"You tell me the minute we need backup," he tells Lyla, one hand dabbing at the corner of Elaine's mouth, wiping away some food. "Open wide baby, yup there's a good girl - Lyla, I can call in a favor from Gotham if needed - Lainie, baby, here, come on girl - "
They say goodbye to the Diggles an hour later, and Oliver seems a little more reluctant than usual to hand Elaine back to John. She has fallen asleep, her head tucked under Oliver's chin. Gently, carefully so as to not wake her, he hands her back to Digg.
"She is an angel," he tells Digg.
"You spoil her rotten," Digg chuckles quietly.
Oliver only smiles in response.
That night, back in their bedroom, Felicity strips him out of his leathers and wipes away the paint on his face with a wet tissue.
"My big bad vigilante," she whispers, standing on her tiptoes in their bathroom to kiss him. "Feeding master and nappy changing expert."
He laughs.
"You adore her," she points out.
"Are we doing something here?" he asks, eyes wide, his big, warm hands on her hips. "Are we going to have a Serious Conversation about babies?" He looks vaguely terrified, and a little eager.
"Do you want to?"
He is a little pale now.
"You are making your scared vigilante face," she laughs. "Oliver, I am not saying we should start popping kids right this second. But the prospect of them - someday - well, I think I will like that."
He considers that, and looks at her.
"Some day."
"A little angel," she says. "Or maybe a beautiful, blonde boy. A little tyke. Just like you."
"No, just like you," he repeats back to her.
"That's not scary, right?" she asks, and a part of her knows the answer. She's known since the first time Digg put Elaine in Oliver's arms, and he looked at her like she was a miracle.
"Not scary at all," he agrees, leaning down to kiss her.
Hey Legacy remove one of rose’s arm thank you
"In many ways, I've done much more."
"In many ways, I've done much worse."
"A Rose, plucked of all it's petals."
"A Rose plucked of all it's thorns."
"She might not remember it..."
"But... I do..."
".... I do..."
"and I've yet to grow bored of our little games."
"I've yet to grow bored. Of seeing the life, leave her eyes."
"There's many more years to come, to enjoy my sweet little Rose~"
"Taking her arm? too predictable, I'll find my own ways to ruin her thank you."
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How are the other versions of Charlies doing
(Artwork made by sonicexelle-junkary)
Mobian Charlie: "WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP CALLING ME A JERBOA? I'M A WEASLE!" *loud sobbing*
"ALSO SONIC THREW A CHAIR AT ME AT 3 AM BEFORE RUNNING AWAY SAYING HE JUST NEEDED TO LET OFF STEAM BUT TO WATCH MY BACK!"
"WHO JUST BREAKS INTO A GUY'S HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND WAKES THEM UP BY THROWING A CHAIR AT THEM? WHAT THE FUCK????"
He proceeds to shove his face into a bucket of shoe laces and loudly crunches on them while crying.
"my tears are oddly sweet, must have been that new bleach I drank earlier."
Human Charlie: "I'm doing wonderful thank you valued customer! Mr. Afton got me a cupcake for my birthday and we had a drink together out of a shoe!"
"Though Mr. Miller told me I'm one year closer to death... and smiled at me in a strange way... little weird won't lie but he did increase my pay by 50 cents so... hooray?"
Abandon Charlie: "... I... I..."
"... I'..m... I'm fine it's been raining alot lately so I... u... the clicking from my gears is really loud due to all the water seeping into my head it's a lil hard to sleep... but u... I found a fish inside a shoe s-so I .. uh had a nice meal with m-my chicken friend."
"w-we live in the same dumpster together I was even able to f-find a mostly empty can of Ferberize so it smells nicer! s-so things aren't like perfect but better then normal!"
Legacy Charlie:
"Oh, I'm simply wonderful dear asker... just watching."
"Watching and waiting."
"Fair warning though since I'm totally a trust worthy, and nice guy!... Your the one I'm watching."
"I'll even give you a hint, along with my warning... I got a pair of tweezers, a bottle of gasoline and a pipe with your name on it... We're gonna have... LOTS OF FUN."
I’m probably gonna regret asking this but-
Hey Legacy! Charlie are you able or change your form/ appearance? Just wondering, just in case…
-🍓
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"Yes, The Human Body No Longer Limits Me Without It's SOUL"
"I can change my form to whatever I want infact, but you know I've grown accustom to this one, it feels nice to think of a children's toy as my head. I'm fully eldritch abomination, cosmic horror whatever you want to call me, I can take any form including ones of people you know... and act exactly like them."
"But unlike the childhood innocence this toy phone was intended for, trust me when I say it... I have no innocence"
"... Thank you for the question Strawberry Demon, oh and don't think closing your windows will do anything. I'm already in your house."
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"SWEET DREAMS"
The sounds of metal scraping could be heard, as the front door was bitten in half.