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((State of things will be told))

Basically am gonna do a giant read more and a tl:dr version too tomorrow, but rn I'm too tired after going back to parkour for the first time and have work in the morning -tired thumbs up-

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((this AU took over my weekend with drawing and I am not even sorry. Basically just drew my muse in different positions etc because Tarzan’s poses are really cool hahaha))

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@feiistymermaid talked about a starter ages ago so here you go

Cold. Silence. Blackness. A dull, never ending buzz from a lack of oxygen.

But still a heartbeat. A stubborn heartbeat, begging its owner - wake up, get back up, fight.

Closed eyes quickly snapped open, Oliver Queen holding his breath as long as he could. He was underwater, leg caught in the debris of the boat he was on, smashed to smithereens by a powerful explosion fucking boats, why was it always boats?

He was in his Green Arrow attire, mask having fallen around his neck, but it was no matter to his identity while he floated, stuck under an unyielding force of nature.

The archer had hidden himself on a boat smuggling weaponry and other illegal items from Star City to an unknown area, and at the start, it was all going to plan. Speedy was here with him, the two siblings systematically taking down any guards as they worked their way to the top. But the entire thing had turned out to be a trap - the smugglers knew Star City’s vigilantes would come after them, and set the entire boat to blow.

Thea had gotten a few seconds in front of Oliver, and so had escaped his situation - she was above water, calling for him, desperate to find her brother.

But Oliver was several feet in the cold grip of the ocean, his leg mangled and uselessly jammed in between metal. No matter what he did, he could not wrench it free - bar cutting the damn thing off which he was just about ready to do.  His leg was bleeding red into the sea, alongside gashes from the battle and burns from the blast angry underneath torn leather.

But the blackness was returning - while the man could hold his breath, it was coming up to minutes since his eyes snapped open after being knocked unconscious from the blast, and he was fading - his struggles were growing weak, consciousness slipping. His lungs burnt from the lack of air, terror from memories of that fateful night those years ago on the Queen’s Gambit tightening around his heart and soul.

Through blurry eyes and a foggy head, Oliver looked up, and could swear he could see someone - someone strangely familiar, but seemed to have no lower body. She was swimming towards him, but before his brain could piece together who it was, storm blue eyes slipped shut without his permission.

While he was unsure is he was simply hallucinating the graceful face appearing before him, one thing was certain.

He was drowning. And was losing the battle. 

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@theoneandonlytommymerlyn​ got a Tarzan AU starter (found here)

The story of the wild man from the jungle had spread through the hospital like wildfire. It had already been confirmed that he was Oliver Queen, from blood tests and the like the twelve year old boy lost at sea so many years ago, but that didn’t stop the gossip.

Oliver wasn’t helping his case by how he was acting either.

There were too many strange things all at once, too many unknowns, too many faces, names and speech - and it was all too easy for the man who grew up in the wild to revert back to that savageness, growling, hissing or grunting at anyone who came near.

So far, anything doctors had done were when they had been able to sedate Queen, like a beast - they had been able to properly clean him up, cut his hair, take a look at old wounds and change his clothes, but that did not make Oliver trust them any more than before.

They knew of his physical prowess, and right now, his mental condition was unknown - they knew he could speak, walk and talk like a normal person, and but it took them a lot longer to now treat him like scared animal - skittish, untrusting of anything.

And Moira Queen, distraught by her lost son’s actions and distress, called the only person she could think of to try and jolt Oliver’s memory she was too distressed herself to deal with Oliver as he was.

In a hospital shirt and pants, Oliver was crouched near the closest window, where he was able to see the outside. At least the sky was still the same. The man had been walking around on his knuckles like an ape, never turning his back on any person who entered his room.

An alert, startled gaze suddenly locked on the now opening door, Queen crouching down a little further to the ground. The man who entered wasn't a doctor - or at least, wasn't dressed as one - with black hair, bright eyes and a strange expression on his face. Oliver was about ready to scare off this person, like the rest, but…

…his eyes.

They were familiar in a way that Oliver had not felt before. Like a forgotten memory etched into his consiousness, itching to get to the surface. Oliver’s own stormy blue hues shone with some glint of recognition, the name to the familiar face escaping him for the moment.

But it was still there. Queen stared, leaning forward on his knuckles with a curious, but somewhat scared expression.

This person meant something to him, he knew it.

But who was he?

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@souless-redhead liked this for a short starter!

Oliver was on his way back from Central City, taking a break at a diner on the highway - the man was almost in disguise, with his bike, boots and hoodie, something one wouldn’t expect the Mayor of Star City to be wearing. He had gone there to attend to a few things Felicity had been worried about with Team Flash, but now, he had confirmed, all was well.

Leaning against an empty booth with a coffee in one hand, blue eyes caught sight of a familiar face, one he did not expect to be this close to his city.

Not after everything that had happened.

“...Roy?”

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@origixalsin liked this for a short starter!

His foes may have been taken down, but so had the Green Arrow. His bad knee was throbbing harder than his head, blood trickling down his forehead, among an assortment of other wounds.

Queen was just about to attempt to try and call for his team, when a familiar face came into view. The man’s voice was strangled, almost forced, pain still ripping through his entire body.

“What are you doing here?”

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@feiistymermaid​ liked this for a short starter!

Oliver glanced ti the younger woman near him, noting the tense aura she seemed to be giving off. Perhaps it was not his place to butt in, but words could help if someone was troubled.

“You look tense.”

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((queuing an idea for anyone))

I lowkey want to make a verse loosely based off of the new movie thats come out recently called Don’t Breathe

Maaaaainly because I want Oliver to be the salty old blind guy who kicks ass I mean come on Oliver would so be that badass in his old age. I love the idea of characters that have a disability of some kind but make up for it in another sense.

And it kinda reminds me of H.P Lovecraft’s The Terrible Old Man, which is rad too.

And that could open so many other ideas too, like why is Oliver alone? Where is his family and friends? What happened to them? Did he go blind from old age or something else?

SO MANY IDEAS