Author has written 12 stories for Green Lantern: The Animated Series, Rise of the Guardians, Generator Rex, and Young Justice. Name- call me Lumi! Gender- Female(duh) Age- who cares? If you message me, don't be a creep, please. I WILL block you. I tend to keep my profile as updated as I can, so people know what fandoms I'm in if they're looking for a beta, or if someone's just interested. Favorite TV Shows- Young Justice, Generator Rex, Danny Phantom, Blindspot, Miraculous Ladybug, American Horror Story, Face Off, GLTAS, Gravity Falls, Lucifer, Voltron: Legendary Defender Favorite Animes-Seraph of the End(DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND WATCH IT), Tokyo Ghoul, Noragami, Blue Exorcist, Death Parade, My Hero Academia, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood(tho I've seen both), Assassination Classroom Favorite Movies- Rise of the Guardians, Big Hero 6, How To Train Your Dragon, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, Ghost Rider, anything Marvel/DC related(EXCEPT CIVIL WAR. NO MARVEL. NO.)(I'VE ALSO NOW SEEN INFINITY WAR. ALSO NO.) Favorite Books- Artemis Fowl, Inheritance, Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, any Rick Riordan books, The Perks of Being A Wallflower, Wings series by Aprilynne Pike Favorite Bands/Singers- My Chemical Romance, Imagine Dragons, Halsey, Daughter, OneRepublic, Red, Trading Yesterday, The Cab, Mother Mother, Staind, Papa Roach, Nickelback, The Fray, Vitamin String Quartet, Icon For Hire, The Pretty Reckless, Halestorm, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Florencethe Machine, Jaymes Young, EDEN, Novo Amore, grandson Favorite Pairings(I have SO MANY)- Razer/Aya(Razaya), Nightwing/Zatanna, Kid Flash/Artemis(Spitfire), Hiccup/Astrid, Walter/Paige(Waige), Toby/Happy(Quintis), Tom the Demon/Marco(TomCo), Clockwork/Vlad(Rich History), Danny/Ghost Writer(Iambic Prose), Mikaela Hyakuya/Yuuichiro Hyakuya(MikaYuu), Guren Ichinose/Shinya Hiragi(Gurinya), Kaneki Ken/Touka Kirishima(Touken), Nico diAngelo/Will Solace(sOLAngElO*ahem* Solangelo), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto(TodoDeku), MarinetteDupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste(don't get me started on ship names, this show is a back-asswards lovesquare, and all four are both of them), Lance McClain/Keith Kogane(Klance), Nagisa Shiota/Karma Akabane OTHER Art Tumblr(wips and final product here) YouTube Channel(speedpaints of some of my drawings) Stream Channel(I stream my art sometimes) FOR IF THE LINKS DON'T WORK DA Username- SilverGoddess666 Main tumblr URL-silvergoddess666 Art tumblr URL- tham-draws YouTube Channel- InSamniac(there's a girl with a green beanie as my icon) Stream- I currently use Picarto, one of these days I'll switch to Twitch, name there is also InSamniac This is a songfic that I uploaded, unaware that I was not allowed to publish it as a story. This is the full version. Children of War Woah, woah, woah War was everywhere. Sometimes, it just overwhelmed everything. You couldn't form any coherent thoughts, couldn't say anything. The world around you blurred and you could only hear a vague hum of reality. Forced to fight for every hour, every minute, every second of your life. Never a moments rest, only more fighting. Eventually, you, too, are consumed. Becoming an orphan of war, a husk of the former self that battle so brazenly snatched away. I'm waking up to ash and dust Every day it was the same. You awoke covered in filth and debris from the prior battles, unable to wipe it away because of the sweat that glued it to everything. Most of the warriors markings had long since vanished beneath months of grime. Not that it mattered. Markings distinguished them from one another, but they were all on the same side. The warlords were not even of their planet, so markings did not matter one way or another. They couldn't keep them from coughing and choking on the ever-present smog that filled every crevice. We breathed in the fumes and sputtered them back out, still fighting on. I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus The first weeks were always the hardest. You had to be broken in to the ways of the militia, shaped into a puppet of war. It seemed like another form of prison, until you remembered the big picture. This was war. The apocalypse had fallen the moment that monstrous rock landed on our planet. We just realized it too late. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones When it finally hit, it was like you saw clearly for the first time in years. Their tyranny finally hit you and, somehow, you just knew. Nothing would end well. It built up inside until one felt as though they would burst. Something was coming, Something big. Welcome to the new age, to the new age This was a new era. An era of pain and strife. An era of suffering and martyrdom. An era that could end it all. But we fought. We fought to protect our families. We fought to protect our homes. We fought to protect the ones we loved most. We fought to protect our freedom. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive All of the held back rage. It was only a matter of time before someone snapped, then all hell broke loose. Everyone had that bomb of anger festering within them. Who's fuse would ignite first? I raise my flags, don my clothes The flags of war were raised, the beat of the drums trembling through the ground and through our hearts. The revolution had begun. Red paint embellished the markings on our faces, an open display of our rebellion. We fit in, for the clothing of our captors was red as well. Anticipation for the coming battles roiled within us all. I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus Battle cries rang out across the plains as we surged forward. Odds seemed in our favor, for we vastly outnumbered them. But tables quickly turned. Shots of flame rained down upon us. Bursts fired from their hands, which burned us like the surface of the sun. Odds had slipped away from us. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones As time pressed on, our numbers shrank. The red daemons held so much power! But we refused to lose hope. We thought of our homes, our families, our beloved. Anything to keep us going. Anything to keep our home. Welcome to the new age, to the new age This grueling age of war took its toll on our people. Many had been hardened beyond repair. What was once the most friendly person you knew was now a war-changed veteran. Physical scars were just as frequent as the emotional ones. The Red Daemons would take us prisoner and torture us. Many had missing appendages, or had their markings cut away solely for humiliation. Each and every one of us earned our marking, and to have them taken away was the ultimate shame. But we still fought. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive Something had changed. The Red Daemons seemed to be getting weaker. Was this the end we have been longing for? Would the war finally be over? Once again, the bombs of emotion bubbled up. But they were not bombs of anger. But of hope. All systems go, the sun hasn't died We pushed them with everything we has, as hard as we could. We struck them with more force than we had in years. They fought, too, but it was not the same for them. They were losing. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones They were retreating! We had finally grasped an edge, and we gripped it with our renewed vigor for all we were worth. After so long, we could finally reclaim what was ours. We were so close. Welcome to the new age, to the new age The age of war had finally ended. This new age of peace was embraced with joyous arms and celebration spread like fire across the ravaged lands. We could finally go home, to the ones we loved most. But celebration was not for all. I was too late. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive "I came back for you!" Grief clutched my soul like a vice. I cried out to the gods, vowing my revenge. Red light washed over me. "Razer, of the Forgotten Zone…" |
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