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@dollofa-deadman
Muse is of Court of Owls version of Dick Grayson who is referred to as Gray.
Gray is a member of the Owlverse
Fun Facts;
Age is 18-28 years old
It does not deserve companionship or to be referred to as a person
Member of the Court of Owls
It rarely if ever speaks
It has frequent nightmares
Rules;
No sexual comments/asks
No shipping it with anyone, especially batfamily members
Do not romanticize traumatic things
Do not harass me or others
DNI of you support ICE
Current Arc; None
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RP Starter
Grayson was surrounded by water, not yet to drown yet not able to bring itself up. Was a nightmare it couldn't escape. Like something was missing yet to never be found.
When Grayson finally woke up, it could feel the floor against its back again. It stared into the ceiling no thoughts no feelings. Like the perfect doll waiting to be used by the Puppet Master. It didn't move to sit up instead laying longer than he should have.
{ 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝙸𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙰 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. }
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝.
The doll simply moved its head towards the voice. Looking towards the intruder that was talking to it. Not making a move to harm the stranger despite it being a weapon to kill intruders and others who get too nosey.
[ 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ]
𝚈𝚊𝚢! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎!
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖!
Grayson thinks for a moment before turning its back towards the boy at the wall. It doesn't feel like trying to understand and believes it is hallucinating a dead child.
𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎!
[ 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. ]
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚗
𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞
It didn't move to respond or to interact with the boy.
[ 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. ]
It didn't respond to the flash continuing to lay on the floor like a doll.
RP Starter
Grayson was surrounded by water, not yet to drown yet not able to bring itself up. Was a nightmare it couldn't escape. Like something was missing yet to never be found.
When Grayson finally woke up, it could feel the floor against its back again. It stared into the ceiling no thoughts no feelings. Like the perfect doll waiting to be used by the Puppet Master. It didn't move to sit up instead laying longer than he should have.
{ 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝙸𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙰 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. }
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝.
The doll simply moved its head towards the voice. Looking towards the intruder that was talking to it. Not making a move to harm the stranger despite it being a weapon to kill intruders and others who get too nosey.
[ 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ]
𝚈𝚊𝚢! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎!
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖!
Grayson thinks for a moment before turning its back towards the boy at the wall. It doesn't feel like trying to understand and believes it is hallucinating a dead child.
𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎!
[ 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. ]
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚗
𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞
It didn't move to respond or to interact with the boy.
RP Starter
Grayson was surrounded by water, not yet to drown yet not able to bring itself up. Was a nightmare it couldn't escape. Like something was missing yet to never be found.
When Grayson finally woke up, it could feel the floor against its back again. It stared into the ceiling no thoughts no feelings. Like the perfect doll waiting to be used by the Puppet Master. It didn't move to sit up instead laying longer than he should have.
{ 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝙸𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙰 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. }
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝.
The doll simply moved its head towards the voice. Looking towards the intruder that was talking to it. Not making a move to harm the stranger despite it being a weapon to kill intruders and others who get too nosey.
[ 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ]
𝚈𝚊𝚢! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎!
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖!
Grayson thinks for a moment before turning its back towards the boy at the wall. It doesn't feel like trying to understand and believes it is hallucinating a dead child.
RP Starter
Grayson was surrounded by water, not yet to drown yet not able to bring itself up. Was a nightmare it couldn't escape. Like something was missing yet to never be found.
When Grayson finally woke up, it could feel the floor against its back again. It stared into the ceiling no thoughts no feelings. Like the perfect doll waiting to be used by the Puppet Master. It didn't move to sit up instead laying longer than he should have.
{ 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝙸𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙰 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. }
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝.
The doll simply moved its head towards the voice. Looking towards the intruder that was talking to it. Not making a move to harm the stranger despite it being a weapon to kill intruders and others who get too nosey.
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RP Starter
Grayson was surrounded by water, not yet to drown yet not able to bring itself up. Was a nightmare it couldn't escape. Like something was missing yet to never be found.
When Grayson finally woke up, it could feel the floor against its back again. It stared into the ceiling no thoughts no feelings. Like the perfect doll waiting to be used by the Puppet Master. It didn't move to sit up instead laying longer than he should have.
Genuinely how does Batman have beef with the court of owl this is literally the animal the court based themselves off
*As you go to sip your coffee it seems to taste off as if laced with something. As your vision fades you can see a figure watching you from afar with an owl mask.*
@dollofa-deadman
"I...I...fuck what's...what's happening...?"
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
*The figure stares from afar saying nothing as Bruce gets weaker and weaker, watching as he slumps to the ground*
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴.
*The figure drags the limp body back to the person that requested Bruce's death like an animal bringing a gift to its owner*
[ @court--of--owls ]
Vivian took of her mask and crouched down. She looked up at Dick and smiled, it was eerie and filled with a sense of evil. "With him like this, the Batman doesn't seem as brooding and cold as people say he is. Well, time to add him to my collection."
The doll didn't respond but stood there watching her through his mask.
"You did good, Dick Grayson."
It doesn't respond to the ladies' words shifting around slightly on its feet.
*As you go to sip your coffee it seems to taste off as if laced with something. As your vision fades you can see a figure watching you from afar with an owl mask.*
@dollofa-deadman
"I...I...fuck what's...what's happening...?"
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
*The figure stares from afar saying nothing as Bruce gets weaker and weaker, watching as he slumps to the ground*
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴.
*The figure drags the limp body back to the person that requested Bruce's death like an animal bringing a gift to its owner*
[ @court--of--owls ]
Vivian took of her mask and crouched down. She looked up at Dick and smiled, it was eerie and filled with a sense of evil. "With him like this, the Batman doesn't seem as brooding and cold as people say he is. Well, time to add him to my collection."
The doll didn't respond but stood there watching her through his mask.
*As you go to sip your coffee it seems to taste off as if laced with something. As your vision fades you can see a figure watching you from afar with an owl mask.*
@dollofa-deadman
"I...I...fuck what's...what's happening...?"
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
*The figure stares from afar saying nothing as Bruce gets weaker and weaker, watching as he slumps to the ground*
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴.
*The figure drags the limp body back to the person that requested Bruce's death like an animal bringing a gift to its owner*
[ @court--of--owls ]
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*As you go to sip your coffee it seems to taste off as if laced with something. As your vision fades you can see a figure watching you from afar with an owl mask.*
@dollofa-deadman
"I...I...fuck what's...what's happening...?"
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
*The figure stares from afar saying nothing as Bruce gets weaker and weaker, watching as he slumps to the ground*
RP Starter!
Grayson lays on the floor in his 'room' staring up into the ceiling. Its mind was focused on a distant memory it couldn't even call its own. The idea of a family, people caring for it was something it couldn't conceive, yet its thoughts drifted to these lost memories of something that is dead. No longer cared for, no longer around to be loved. It was a shell of itself.
Getting up, Grayson wanders the halls of the manor. Owl imagery all over the place, the mask on itself weighed heavy, unable to remove it from its face. Walking into the bathroom seeing it's false mask of an owl, that is unable to be removed. Its hands moved before its thoughts did, shattering the mirror leaving blood on its hands.
"Gray," a voice echoed.
Grayson looks towards the door to where the voiced echoed from. Tilting its head towards the voice figuring it would be called to do a mission of sorts.
"Forget them." The voice echoed through the house. But no one else was there. "You are alone."
It starts to tense up to hear the voice continuing to speak to it. Leaving the bathroom, it looks around to see if it can find the voice, seeing the previously filled hall silent and empty. Its bloody hands were the least of its issues at this point in time.
A woman in a Court of Owl uniform followed behind him. "Gray..."
It turns around to look at the lady. Mask peering at the other mask silently staring at the lady. Waiting to hear for what she has to say. Tilting its head at the lady.
She showed him a photo of Bruce Wayne. "This man is a horrible person. He needs to die, Gray."
Gray nods at the woman, accepting the mission to kill off Bruce Wayne. Heading to its room to collect its weapons and to plan out an attack.
RP Starter!
Grayson lays on the floor in his 'room' staring up into the ceiling. Its mind was focused on a distant memory it couldn't even call its own. The idea of a family, people caring for it was something it couldn't conceive, yet its thoughts drifted to these lost memories of something that is dead. No longer cared for, no longer around to be loved. It was a shell of itself.
Getting up, Grayson wanders the halls of the manor. Owl imagery all over the place, the mask on itself weighed heavy, unable to remove it from its face. Walking into the bathroom seeing it's false mask of an owl, that is unable to be removed. Its hands moved before its thoughts did, shattering the mirror leaving blood on its hands.
"Gray," a voice echoed.
Grayson looks towards the door to where the voiced echoed from. Tilting its head towards the voice figuring it would be called to do a mission of sorts.
"Forget them." The voice echoed through the house. But no one else was there. "You are alone."
It starts to tense up to hear the voice continuing to speak to it. Leaving the bathroom, it looks around to see if it can find the voice, seeing the previously filled hall silent and empty. Its bloody hands were the least of its issues at this point in time.
A woman in a Court of Owl uniform followed behind him. "Gray..."
It turns around to look at the lady. Mask peering at the other mask silently staring at the lady. Waiting to hear for what she has to say. Tilting its head at the lady.
RP Starter
Grayson was on a walk through the dark city, breathing in the shit air as if it was fresh air. This was the best it could be nowadays. It rarely got the ability to walk freely, usually being held on a metaphorical leach, but today it was granted a small freedom of wandering Chinatown.
The sky soon turned dark and drops of water cascaded from the skies above to wash the people of the city, Grayson included. Wandering into the nearest shop, it sees a small toy, one of a baby bat that was humanoid. Recognizing it as the person that it has learned to be 'Jason Todd' it examines the doll.
The doll was soft, under the doll of a person's hands. An unnatural feeling for the larger doll, a comfort it wasn't permitted. It turned the doll around carefully looking at the tag to see the price, $20 seemed too cheap, but it didn't care. Grabbing an umbrella as well it paid for its items and started to head out of the shop opening the umbrella and walking along as the rain continued to pour from the sky.
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Grayson lays on the floor in his 'room' staring up into the ceiling. Its mind was focused on a distant memory it couldn't even call its own. The idea of a family, people caring for it was something it couldn't conceive, yet its thoughts drifted to these lost memories of something that is dead. No longer cared for, no longer around to be loved. It was a shell of itself.
Getting up, Grayson wanders the halls of the manor. Owl imagery all over the place, the mask on itself weighed heavy, unable to remove it from its face. Walking into the bathroom seeing it's false mask of an owl, that is unable to be removed. Its hands moved before its thoughts did, shattering the mirror leaving blood on its hands.
"Gray," a voice echoed.
Grayson looks towards the door to where the voiced echoed from. Tilting its head towards the voice figuring it would be called to do a mission of sorts.
"Forget them." The voice echoed through the house. But no one else was there. "You are alone."
It starts to tense up to hear the voice continuing to speak to it. Leaving the bathroom, it looks around to see if it can find the voice, seeing the previously filled hall silent and empty. Its bloody hands were the least of its issues at this point in time.
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Grayson lays on the floor in his 'room' staring up into the ceiling. Its mind was focused on a distant memory it couldn't even call its own. The idea of a family, people caring for it was something it couldn't conceive, yet its thoughts drifted to these lost memories of something that is dead. No longer cared for, no longer around to be loved. It was a shell of itself.
Getting up, Grayson wanders the halls of the manor. Owl imagery all over the place, the mask on itself weighed heavy, unable to remove it from its face. Walking into the bathroom seeing it's false mask of an owl, that is unable to be removed. Its hands moved before its thoughts did, shattering the mirror leaving blood on its hands.
"Gray," a voice echoed.
Grayson looks towards the door to where the voiced echoed from. Tilting its head towards the voice figuring it would be called to do a mission of sorts.
This blog is for an AU of Dick Grayson who is a doll to the Court of Owls! He is obviously not going to act like canon due to this.
His story is not fully thought out yet, but I will be attempting to make a story that follows him into a specific way which will change most likely if asks manage to go in a different direction!
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જ⁀➴ ♡ Name: Dick Grayson often called Gray instead though
જ⁀➴ ♡ Age: 18-28
જ⁀➴ ♡ Pronouns: It/Its, it doesn't deserve humanoid pronouns.
જ⁀➴ ♡ Relationship Status: It has no lover due to not being worthy to be loved.
જ⁀➴ ♡ Family: The Court of Owls is the only thing it will have to a family.
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Rules to this Blog
No sexual comments about Grayson, it isn't human nor can he do that stuff
Just because it is not a part of the Bat Family doesn't mean you can ship it with them!
Do not romanticize problematic things (Rape, Abuse, Suicide, etc.)
Do not harass me or any other roleplay blogs.
Roleplaying with another Dick Grayson blog is allowed
Anything sexual will get you caused in a block especially images
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That's it's darlings! Oh, yea his speech is in blue!
ooc: his relationship status is so sad LMAOOOOO
// It is not human it does not deserve happiness
