Holds (my muse) close to comfort them - roy !

this particular day is harder to bear than many others, his own reminders and past grievances weighing heavily down on him. in spite of it, garth’s demeanor is nothing less than cordial around his teammates, the day seemingly lurching on without missing a beat. when night came, garth sought the solace of his room, burying himself between the sheets as tears began to burn his eyes, and a stuttered sigh slipped past his lips as he sunk in.

footsteps approaching induced an immediate panic as he rose, his fingers raking away the tears that had streaked along his cheeks. it took him a minute to decipher the figure looming near his doorway, but the empathetic eyes and comforting smile was almost immediate to recognize. “go away roy,” garth said quietly, gaze lowering. to his relief, roy did not heed his words, and as soon as he felt roy’s hands wrapping around shoulder, he leaned against him, eyes falling shut. he didn’t have to speak, didn’t have to ask; roy’s presence in itself eased some of the weight bearing down on him.     /     @ryhrpr

🐤 - "let's have some fun, this beat is sick i wanna take a ride on ur fishstick" - direct quote from them

@ryhrpr

finding nemo is overrated

“wow roy, you really know how to push a guy’s buttons. don’t know how i’ll forgive you for this one.” 

Her eyes water as soon as she sees him, and she has the urge to fling herself in his arms and explain everything. She knows he will probably never understand why she chose to hide but that doesn’t matter to her. What matter the most to her is that he knows that truth even if he’ll never trust her again. “Garth,” She whispers when he touches her face. She hands over Cerdian with tears in her eyes, and her guilt only grows. The look in his eyes does not help her feel any better, but she steps into the home anyways. She takes it all in, her eyes looking around before she once again finds Garth’s gaze. “Please don’t look at me like that,” She says weakly. “I thought I was protecting our son,” She explains as she looks at Cerdian. He doesn’t look scared or confused that Garth is holding him, and that at least causes her to smile. At least he has not forgotten who his father is. 

he’s tempted to ask her why she would do such a cruel thing to him, to ask her how she could be so selfish. but he’s not going to, not while he has his son here in front of him. “like what?” he asked, hostility still ringing in his tone despite his efforts to suppress it. his violet eyes flashed, staring down at her with accusation very pointedly in his expression, but the anger is softened by the small murmers of cerdian who seemed to be trying to gain his attention. garth looked down at cerdian, his smile soft as he ran a finger across cerdian’s cheek. pride and joy swelled as cerdian responded with a laugh, violet eyes twinkling with delight. how he’d kill to be there the day his son had first learned how to laugh. he’s reminded that dolphin is still standing there, waiting for his response, but he’s unsure if he could speak to her without upsetting her. for the sake of cerdian, however, garth made the effort. “you took him away from me. how could you ever think that was okay? i mourned the both of you, dolphin. i thought i had lost my son, do you know how agonizing that is?” he said, his throat bobbing. “i couldn’t live with it, dolphin. i tried to erase you from my memory just so i could function again. i willingly gave up every memory i had of my son so that i wouldn’t have to keep living with this weight over my shoulder, so that i didn’t wake up every morning wishing i was—” he stopped, his breath rising and falling rapidly. his gaze fell to the small patch of white hair on cerdian’s head, his breathing slowing as he focused. “we could have worked through our problems. i would have done anything for you.” 

the moment he’d awoken, he’d sensed something was off. they hardly ever received visitors, which was why the knock had been so off-putting to the titan. garth untangled his limbs from his sheets, his brows furrowing as he cautiously approached the door. nothing could ever truly prepare him for what stood on the other side.

for a moment garth felt like he’d been flung into a nightmare, had feared that he was paying the price for having stifled his memories of them. the sight her standing there with his son in her arms was like a knife to the heart, and suddenly he felt so numb, so shell shocked. but this was not a nightmare, this was not some fragment of his lost memories coming back to haunt him; this was real and it did nothing to ease that pain growing in his chest. “how?” he asked, already reaching out to grasp the small face of his son between his hands. his throat burned as his other free hand brushed against dolphin’s face. it only confirmed what he’d already figured out, and though the memory of losing them, the grief that’d hit him, it was dulled by the fact that they were okay. they were here, alive and in the flesh. his son was alive. “please,” he said, his words coated with emotion, as he reached out and very gently took cerdian from her. though garth was shaking as he held the small boy in his arms, his lips were pulling into a large smile, tears running down his cheek as he pressed a kiss against cerdian’s head. his gaze shifted to dolphin, confusion still very presently gleaming in his eyes, but he stepped back, allowing her to enter.

The moments she appears on the docks, her white hair plastered to her cheek, she knows that her world will be turned upside down. She’s scared most of all and it’s obvious in her expression, but she can’t go back and must finally face what she’s been running from. No more hiding. In her arms is Cerdian who winds her hair in his small fingers. Even though she is scared, she knows that she is doing this for Cerdian who is easily her whole world. Because of him she sheds her fear and walks towards the small home that occupies the space next to the lighthouse. She takes a breath and knocks slowly at first, and then desperately before she waits nervously for someone to answer. 

🐚. —— @tcmpvsts liked for a starter

his eyes shifted between the young speedster and the broken frame now scattered across the floor. though it’s one of his favorites, garth isn’t angry, isn’t even annoyed. his smile is understanding as he bent down and gathered the frame, brushing off the bits of glass dusting the surface. “nothing to worry about bart, i can always get a new frame anyways,” he assured, sliding out the picture from the busted frame. his thumb brushed over the picture fondly, eyes studying the faces of himself and his younger teammates. “i think this is one of my favorite pictures of the titans. it’s when we were kids,” he explained as he extended it towards bart, a finger pointing towards a younger wally. “we struggled to get him to stay still, if you couldn’t tell,” he chuckled, pointing out the streak blurring across the photo. 

”I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t MEAN to break it!”

❝ For you, I’d give my life ❞ (arthur!)

garth’s eyes widened, head shaking slowly. “i—i could never ask you to do that for me my ki— er arthur,” he said. “atlantis needs you, not me.” it never had wanted him. how could he ever forget the years of startled looks cast his way whenever they saw his violet eyes? for that alone he was considered an outsider, his fate having been determined before he could even utter his first words. things were different now that arthur was king, or rather, was, but even if things were restored, garth wasn’t sure atlantis would ever truly accept him. he loved it and would save it a hundred times over, but he could not exactly forget the hardships he’d been put through by its people. arthur had always been his tie to atlantis, the reason he still chose to return time and time again. “it will never come to that anyways,” garth said with a wary smile. “we’ll always have each others back, right?”    /       @aquaticruler

BAD BUNNY SENTENCE STARTERS / accepting

Tyler Posey in Cool People in LA.

garth shrugged, his lips extending into a small smile. he’d been meaning to ask her for a while, now that he seemed to have his head all figured out he figured it would be fun. since returning from atlantis, he’d shut her out, not because of anything she’d done, but just cause he needed his own time to recollect himself. things were much better now, and he didn’t feel himself in a constant state of conflicting emotions every time he was around her. “then i guess i am,” he chuckled, a subtle flush on his cheeks. “you drive a hard bargain tula. but deal, i’ll accept your terms.” 

four word sentence prompt starter ( @tcmpvsts​ ) ! // CLOSED STARTER. 

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“are you asking me out on a date?” the atlantean questions only moments after his own. her eyebrows raised and eyes are narrowed as she leans into her hand. it was quite random, really. the two had just been lounging on the couch for the afternoon watching some surface world show considered as entertainment. she admires the courage he has to suddenly ask such a question and it’s almost amusing to tula if she weren’t embarrassed with the fact she’d say yes before even hesitating. coming back to a world that’s moved on since you’d last left is difficult, and tulas been struggling with it ever since her return. she’s thankful for the others who’ve helped her, especially garth and mera. “because if you are..” she begins, a gentle tease to her voice as she leans back into the couch. “i just might give you a chance, boy. but only if i get to pay.”

KHC rose lilith artemis

“i’m not that well acquainted with artemis or rose, so i think maybe i’d hug them both. i’d kiss, cuddle, and hug lilith!” 

ANONYMOUS PLAY TIME / accepting

AMA do you have feelings for anyone ?

garth laughed nervously, the tips of his ears tainted scarlet. “i’m not sure? i think so, right now i’m just trying to figure myself and really just deal with my past. there’s some feelings there that i’ve yet to fully process but it seems that i do.” 

ANONYMOUS PLAY TIME / accepting

from garth’s response, roy lightly kicked his friend on the edge of the bed, though not enough to cause any sort of harm. of course, he was right and in all honesty, roy deserved that sort of wake up call from him. while with the titans, the archer would often do the same to garth, throw some sort of liquid over his friend to hydrate him. sure, it was all harmless fun — or it was to roy. “you don’t want me to answer that.” he snickered, albeit nervously.

he reached for the flannel shirt beside the bed, slipping it on as he listened to his friend, a smile easing its way onto his lips. “yeah, just like old times.” his eyes flickered around the room, of course, the golden boy would live in such luxury. “sick pad, right?” he glanced back over to garth, sitting up a bit more as he bared a nod in agreement. there was a welcoming nostalgia from being around his old teammates again, although it was never going to be the same between them, he was starting to wish this could be more frequent. “that’s cause it has been — we’ve not spoken since the seventies!” a puckish grin graced his features, but he understood where garth was coming from and heaved a sigh after a pause. roy was more than understanding when it came to needing some time to yourself and in his own experience, away from those you care about. if it weren’t for donna… and dick’s hospitality, he wasn’t sure where he’d currently be. possibly with the outlaws, but it was more likely to be star city with how he felt. somewhere he didn’t particularly want to be. “i missed ya too, if that’s what you’re trying to get at, gillhead.” he sent him a sincere smile, sluggishly pushing himself off of the bed. “troy’s got me feelin’ some things, and maybe we should get the band back together — y'know, to catch up properly.” he mused, focus drifting around dick’s bedroom. “when i’m not just getting outta bed… uh, could you throw me some pants?”

he rolled his eyes, shoving the foot that prodded him with a small smile. “oh, trust me, i do. but i’ll spare you,” he winked, before getting up. his eyes observed a frame that caught his eye, one that encapsulated a fond memory. they were so young then, it brought a smile to garth’s face to see the childlike happiness his expression gleamed, and a little bit daunting to see himself without his scars. garth pivoted, head nodding in response. “i mean, its grayson we’re talking about, of course it’s a nice pad,” he grinned. roy’s next words caused him to once again roll his eyes. “that is definitely not what i was trying to say, but since you said it first, i guess i’m inclined to agree that it is nice to you see,” he returned, knowing full well that it was exactly what he’d been trying to say. in his own diplomatic way, of course. his brows furrowed at roy’s next words, a look of surprise settling across his features. out of all the people to express wanting to reform the titans officially, roy was at the very bottom of that list. though as he said, being around other titans again has a tendency to resurface old memories. just being here now, garth was already feeling nostalgic. 

garth pondered with it for a moment, his finger tapping against his arm. maybe this is exactly what he needed, what they all needed. with his memory restored, he could learn to be whole again, and the titans only aided in that endeavor. “and you’re sure you’re ready for that?” he asked softly, but there was newfound hope in his eyes. “i’m all for it roy, i’m sure the others will be stoked to hear the news,” he said, as he bent down to retrieve the pants before tossing it to roy. 

“no just spooked.” he shook his head and lazily placed an arm around garth’s shoulder. “let’s get out of here before someone actually does snitch on me.” he let go of the younger atlantean, giving him a gentle clap on the back and taking his cell phone out of his pocket. “you know i still can’t believe you convinced me into buying a phone. but it does help in getting up to date with news.” he paused and snorted. “there it is. there’s always that person who tweets everything—a group of people in this case.” he held his phone up for garth to see and chuckled. “you think sentinels check twitter?” he couldn’t help that joke. everything and everyone had been far too serious for the past few weeks, himself included, it wouldn’t hurt to make lighthearted comments here and there. it helped ease some of the tensions after all.

“surface dwellers spook me too, it’s understandable that she was,” he grinned, head nodding towards the crowd which had begun dispersing. “isn’t it funny, that someone would snitch on the king of atlantis?” funny and oddly unsettling. long ago, garth had learned that surface dwellers cared very little when it came to the matters of atlantis and its people, they were perfectly well living in ignorant bliss. the pollution and destruction of the oceanic ecosystem was a  testament to that. garth turned his attention to the phone, a large grin manifesting on his lips. “i still can’t believe i convinced you,” he said, leaning over to skim the screen. “but that way i can also reach you faster, old man. so long as you’re on the surface.” his shoulders rocked, a chuckle reverberating in his chest in response to arthur’s comment, eyes rolling playfully. “i hope not, but you know who probably will not that they have a phone too? mera. and between the sentinels or mera, i think you’d fair much better with the sentinels.” 

“It’s you and me against the world.” ( tula! )

his head lifted where it was nestled on the cushion of the couch. he had to admit that these last couple of days had been rough, but tula’s presence was comforting. now knowing what he did, it was daunting to even imagine being separated, they’d already lost so much time. his eyes were heavy, weighed down by sleep, but he managed to sit up, a lazy smile working its way across his lips. “always,” he affirmed, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his chest. “i’m just sorry that it took so long for me to remember.” // @aquatula

random sentence starters / closed

“We make the perfect duo. Me, the smart one and you the dumb one.”

the concrete dug into his skin as they remained flattened against the structure. a blast came from overhead, barely missing where they were hidden. “i’m the dumb one?” he exclaimed, his scars beginning to light up as power surged to his hands. “you’re a class act, arsenal.” garth inched towards the edge of the wall and peeked out, looking for a good moment to start going on the offense. “if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t even be in this mess!” he said, turning back to face roy. “if we get out of this alive, i’m going to turn you into a sea slug.” 

random sentence starters / closed

after the years of rehabilitation, living with the outlaws and the sorry excuse of comfort the seventies had to offer, being able to sleep in a comfortable bed became like a luxury to the archer. spread across the cushioned mattress, roy appreciated that donna knew he needed the rest, even if their past somehow managed to haunt his dreams the longer he stayed with her. something not so easy to drown out, but preferable to the conscious anguish that flooded his mind on a daily basis. in deep slumber, he was unaware that anyone else was in the apartment, the only image he could currently see was his daughter’s smile, dragging him across the amusement park as she excitably pointed at the ride she wanted to go on. a rollercoaster that suddenly turned into a water ride as he felt the cold dripping on his cheek, unconsciously wiping it away with the back of his hand. however, it didn’t stop, the imagery shifting quickly to a rainy rooftop with the titans and the faint voice soon registered as he awoke. it wasn’t donna, or even dick, and roy shot up, soaked, shivering and with garth hovering near him with a stupid smirk on his face. he grasped the wrist that held the glass, stopping any more liquid from pouring out.

“dude, what the fuck?!” garth was lucky he didn’t try to throttle him, instead he let go of his wrist and grabbed the hem of his vest to wipe the water away from his face. “that’s not cool, man. that’s way over the —” he paused as it suddenly dawned on him, how hypocritical he was being over the incident and roy tugged his damp vest back down, leaning against the headboard as he glared at garth. “what the hell are ya doing? why are you here?” he sniffed, though after a moment there was a slight curve to his lips. “what have i ever done to you, fishbrains?”

his eyes had widened as roy’s hand lurched out to stop him, and as he’s reprimanding him, he wonders if maybe he had gone to far. even then, he’s still unable to wipe away the smirk from his expression as he set the now mostly emptied glass back down onto the nightstand. he perched himself on the edge of the bed, hand running across the soft sheet. “i can’t come and visit my friends now?” he asked, feigning hurt before emitting a chuckle. “what haven’t you done to me,” he deadpanned, a brow rising quizzically. it seemed like most times, garth was the butt of the joke when it came to roy’s pranks and teasing, but he never took it to heart. not always, anyways.

garth raked a hand through his hair as he looked around dick’s room, not at all surprised that it was better than most rooms. he was even a little jealous that this was where his friends were staying, he imagined it must be nice. “dick told me that you and donna were staying here, so i thought i’d pay you guys visit,” he explained, legs kicking up slightly in the air as he peered down. “i uh, just really needed to see you guys. it feels like forever since we last spoke.” 

ariel, eric, flounder, sebastian

“ if you agree to be ariel, then all four asshole. actually, now that i think about it, i think you’d look good with a mermaid tail, i’m onto something here roy.”

marry, kiss, cuddle and push away. // O P E N