#( ;; ANSWERED / hippolyta. )

[themyscirah]

22 for the locg ask game? :D

I kept putting off doing this one (and the character kept changing) so here are some sketches of the characters to occupy spot 22 the past few weeks

#currently its hippolyta. was tim and before that boomer #put if off bc idt anyone wanted a boomer drawing haha. and then tim was good but then it changed again before i could get to him #(although i found it going from digger to tim v ironic honestly) #but yeah #idk why i used hippolyte instead of hippolyta here ig it was just the vibe. also its 2am for me so who knows #answered #but v low effort. #also normally i do a different tim haircut so if he looks weird its bc of that

[snaileer]

Wrong Number? Wrong Answer.

It was the usual deal that the Justice League Dark dealt with… way too often honestly.

Initially, it had been just Wonder Woman, investigating a cult that had attempted to abduct her earlier in the month.

Diana had defeated them. Easily. Of course. But upon questioning them, their reasoning had concerned her.

They had attacked her for a ritual to open the ‘Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep’, a ritual which required ‘a blade blackened by the ichor of time.’

Once again, she was being targeted for her parentage. Did it ever end?

Of course, she questioned them further, what other ingredients did they need, what artifacts they would be hurting others to create.

A ring carved from the bone of an unfreed slave.

A crown made of lava untouched by human hands.

And sand directly from the pouch of Dream of the Endless themself.

It was an eclectic collection of items.

And yet, they had told her that only the blade remained to be created.

Again, it was concerning.

So Diana left the fools to be taken care of by men’s authorities, and focused on tracking down just what they were doing and if necessary, how to stop it.

After depleting her academic resources, and her connections within with nothing to show, Diana finally called in her friend through the league, Zatanna.

Zatanna had been frazzled by it, showing up in her living room before they’d even finished the call.

Together they tracked down the cult to Gotham… which was also a problem.

It was the reason why Diana was running through the caves beneath the crime ridden city with one of her closest friends in men’s world and a magician by her side.

All too quickly, they were surrounded by fanatics, each carrying sharp blades solely focused on her.

Working in sync with Batman and Zatanna throwing spells above them, Diana believed it would be a well-won battle.

Until a golden light flashed across the cave, blinding her for a precious second as she felt a sharp sting cut across her arm.

When her vision cleared, her arm was dripping blood and John Constantine stood in front of her.

“Sorry about that, love,” Constantine smirks, “No harm done?”

Diana’s teeth grind together as she turns away from him, fighting her way through more followers. The one who had injured her is nowhere to be seen, and the blade with them.

Even once the rest of the swarm is beaten, their numbers no longer being replenished, Diana does not feel content. The sense of danger lingers.

“Constantine.” Batman growls, “What are you doing in Gotham?”

The Brit rolls his eyes as he lights a new cigarette, “You know I don’t actually have to tell you every time I enter the city right? But besides, that’s news to me, portals are a tricky business, I’m tracking my own problem.”

Batman glares at him.

“Someone stole from me mate. And whatever they stole it for can’t be good, so I’m here ta get it back. Thought you’d be proud of something like that, Batsy, insteada leavin’ it for someone else?”

Batman’s eyes darken, “We’re tracking a group trying to open the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep, is your artifact related to that?”

“Fucking shit it is yeah! Bollocks I didn’t think they’d be using the dream sand for something like that, what sort of mannies are these?!” Constantine exclaims, hastily grinding his cigarette beneath his shoe.

“Hn.”

Suddenly, there’s a rattling boom, the ground and walls shaking around them as dust rains down and they are all forced into stabilizing stances.

They barely share a glance before all three are running down the hall to the source, Constantine left scrambling to keep up.

The scene they come to is equal parts confusing as it is problematic.

The cultists are each in states of disrepair, crusting on the edges or yelling at their leader. The leader is the first to notice their arrival.

“You! You say you are a child of Zeus and yet your blood does not work! You lie of your ancestry!”

Diana steps forward, “I do not! I am the daughter of Queen Hippolyta and Zeus, grandchild of Kronos! The fault of your magic does not lie with me!”

The leaders face twists, mouth open to shout, but a flash of gold slams into him.

“Z, the book!” Constantine yells, arms outstretched as he flings more spells at the surrounding people, glowing ropes binding each.

“On it! Etativel em dna eht koob!” Zatanna shouts, lifting into the air as a book the leader had been holding flies into her hands.

Immediately she begins turning pages with desperation, “Wohs em eht stsitluc lleps!”

The book flips to a distinct page, and Zatanna’s face drains of color.

“Batman, we need to be careful, this spell looks legitimate, we might still have a risk on our hands.”

Batman hummed, looking at the chalk lines of the summoning circle drawn out before them, drawing Diana to do the same. Looking closely at the artifacts placed at each cardinal direction, including a short dagger with her blood nearly completely dry on the flat of the blade.

Batman moves towards the gathered and bound cultists as both magicians whisper over the spell.

Diana continues to look out on the evidence of the ritual, confusion warring in her.

She lays a hand on the lasso at her side. She knew she had not been lying about her heritage, so then why….

‘A blade blackened by the ichor of time.’

She looks at the bloodied dagger once more. It didn’t make sense, even if they had managed to harm a godly descendent, pure ichor would be gold; and even her blood was simply a humanly deep crimson red, not black; not until it-

Diana lunges towards the knife, fingertips brushing its hilt just as her blood dries a flaky black.

Her body slams into the cave walls in the next second, percussive force rippling through the air.

She crumples to the ground, struggling to lift her head.

White boots pass in front of her eyes.

She watches as they move towards her colleague, her friend, only to be surprised as they stop in front of the cultists instead.

As the air returns to her body, Diana lifts herself up, shaking arms supporting her as the weight of the atmosphere presses down.

She looks at the being, the sight almost making her collapse once more.

Mist curls around its form like a mountain peak, iridescent light glowing near its head, pitch black night covering its body, the pinprick of stars so small you can’t see them straight on, claws like a falcon’s beak: unhidden and meant to tear apart. And more importantly, wrapped around the leaders neck.

““̵̨̮̣̀͊̓Y̷͖̊̒o̸̤͈͍͌̈́͘u̶̗̭̲̍ ̵̬̤̞̀̑ā̴̟r̸̹̝̉e̴̞̦̮͑̍ ̴̣̩̖͑̓͛a̷̮̞͍͊͆͝ ̶͍̀̈́́f̷̖̄ò̸͈̓͝ǫ̷̅̀̔l̶̹̥̹̋͌͠.̴̤̲̈́͋̀”̶̛̫̺̈́”

The voice rattles her heart within her chest. She watches as Batman continues to try and stand.

The cultist struggles against the hand, mumbling screams behind Constantine’s bind. The creature tears it off with one claw.

“We summ-moned-… the king! Pa-pariah-!“

The creatures hand barely twitches, but the cultist breaks off in a scream. She is surprised to note the other cultists react exactly alike. As if linked.

“̵̻͝Ý̷͚o̶͈͝u̷̦̐ ̶̆͜d̶͈̄ǐ̸̢d̵̲̓ ̴͖̽n̴̘̅ȯ̸͍t̵̛̯ ̴̫̐ŝ̵̗u̴̹̇m̶̨͠m̴̡̽o̴̱̐n̵̘͝ ̴̪̈h̴̨̀i̶͝ͅm̸̰͗.̴͍͆”̸͔̔ The creature growls, “À̴̳n̸̛̜d̶͒ͅ ̴̤̃y̸̬͝ǫ̸̒u̵̫͗ ̶̘͛a̴̫̐r̷̠̈e̶͂ͅ ̶͔̋ḽ̶̔ủ̷͜c̷̥̍k̴̲͊ÿ̸̯́ ̶͓́f̷͇͝o̷͎͒ŕ̴͇ ̶͔͝t̶̞̀h̸̲̉ȧ̸̮t̷̩͝.̷͔̍ ̵͙͐I̸͎͌f̶͖͛ ̶̜̇y̵̜͗o̴̩̍ṵ̶͆ ̵̫̈́h̴͛ͅā̴̼d̸̤͆…̵͍̈́i̵͍̐t̸̡̉ ̴̭͂w̷̥̔o̷̟̅u̴̪͂l̸̞̏d̵͚̀ ̵͓̃b̴̢̽e̵̗͠ ̸͕̉m̸̠͆u̶̖͘c̷̯͘h̴̤̎ ̸̥́w̷͚͝o̸͐ͅr̶̦͐s̵̨̿e̸͕͆ ̸̙̑f̴̧̂o̶̱̓ȓ̷̟ ̴̠͗ÿ̸̥́ö̵͜ŭ̶̟.̵͎̉”̶͍̀

The man whimpers under the claws.

"I̴n̷s̵t̴e̷a̵d̸,̶ ̵y̸o̷u̵ ̴g̵o̷t̶ ̷m̸e̸,̴I̴ ̶g̵u̸a̷r̶d̴ ̶h̶i̷s̵ ̶p̸r̸i̵s̵o̵n̶ ̶b̶e̷c̴a̷u̴s̶e̸ ̵I w̴a̸s̴ ̵t̴h̸e̷ ̸o̴n̸e̴ ̷t̸o̶ ̶p̵u̴t̵ ̴h̸i̴m̶ ̵t̴h̷e̸r̶e̴ ̵o̶n̵c̸e̵ ̶m̶o̸r̸e̸.̵”̴ The creature leans into the cultist, arching ever higher, angles sharpening, body distorting, "“̸̝͋a̵̱͋n̶͓͛d̵̘́ ̵̡̍f̷̱͊o̵͚̓r̷̪̎ ̴̭̑a̷̬̓s̷͙̅ ̷͍͌ĺ̵̫o̸̻͆ņ̵̀g̶̚ͅ ̷̬͌a̶̮̿s̵̩͊ ̸̫̌t̸̲̕h̸̢̉e̷̖͗ ̴̰̋c̸̹̀ȍ̸͎s̷̡̃m̵̥̍o̷̜͋s̷̗͐ ̴̜͆e̷̛̙x̸͓̑i̶͉̿s̸̹̀t̵̛̺,̴̡͠Í̷̢ ̷̣̽w̵̠͋i̶̺͒l̴̠͐l̸̮̃ ̴͍͌k̴̰̑e̸̠͐e̷̟͋p̵̲̏ ̸̙̂h̷̘͋ị̸́m̸͕̚ ̶̳̋t̶̡̒h̷̩͆e̷̪͝r̷̒͜e̵̡̔.̵̭͗”̵̮̔

There’s a dull flash as light flashes beneath the cultists skin, beneath all of the cultist’s skin, before they drop to the ground unconscious.

All too quickly, air returns to the room, pressure lifting like a deep breath into the room.

The creature turns, eyes meeting Diana’s for just a second as he turns towards the chalked lines of the circle. Diana lifts herself to her feet, drawing closer to Batman as they both watch him, hesitant.

On the other side of the room, Constantine and Zatanna also struggle to their feet, eyes filled with fear and caution as they take in the scene.

As the creature moves, mist still rolling off him in waves, his features fall away with it, gradually smoothing to a more human visage. It looks… young. Boyish.

Those same white boots crush down on the formed crown, the cooled lava rock crumbling under one step. Next is the ring, held carefully in two hands the creature whispers over it, breathy wind carrying it away as it turns to dust. He holds the blade with one hand, flakes disintegrating off as he lifts it.

Diana’s arm tingles.

Then the creature is standing in front of the last point, holding the small brown pouch of sand with consideration.

Silence reigns in the room.

Constantine, of course, is the one to break it.

“I believe that’s mine, mate,” he cuts in, stance still laden with suspicion.

“Oh?” The creature smiles, almost mockingly as he turns to Constantine, “Is it? If I wasn’t mistaken, this ritual calls for Dream’s sand. Are you Dream of the Endless, little magician?”

Constantine visibly swallows, “I’m not.”

The creature huffs a laugh, fangs glinting in his smirk. He moves swiftly, pivoting on one foot to toss the pouch at Constantine, “Catch.”

Constantine lurches forward to try and catch it, only to find it vanish in the air before it reaches his fingers.

The creature cackles, floating backwards, “What did you do to get your hands on such an amount of Dream’s sand, magician? I’m curious.”

“It was a family present,” Constantine grinds out as he turns back to the gently levitating humanoid form, “You can drop the kid facade by the way, you’re not tricking anyone here looking like that.”

The creature shrugs, “And if I’m comfortable like this?”

Diana steps in to stop Constantine from snapping back, “Who are you, spirit, to be summoned by such a ritual?”

The creature watches her for a beat, “I am Phantom of the Dead City, Protector of infinite realms. They did not bring me here, but I knew who they wished to summon and came because of it.”

Batman steps forward, voice interrogating, “The Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep-“

“Remains sealed. The Tyrant King remains trapped and at rest, do not worry.”

Somehow Diana does not think that soothes Batman, even as a great a warrior as he is.

“Hn.”

“Now, about that spell book,” Phantom turns to Zatanna, waving a hand and the book flies to him. He hovers a hand over it, and Diana watches in fascination as the chalk on the floor begins to burn away, the drawing in the book following.

Phantom looks at her once more, eyes too wise and strong for the age of his face, and then from one moment to the next, he is gone.

The book drops to the floor with a slam, cover open to aged blank pages as the last of the sigil burns away.

Hesitantly, Constantine goes to it, the rest of them following. When Constantine lifts the book with careful hands, they watch another image fade into view on the paper.

A cool colored image of Phantom rising over a city skyline outlined in green against a deep violet sky. Even on paper, his visage shifts constantly between the boyish figure and the ethereal danger of the form he’d appeared in.

Beneath the city lays a large coffin covered in chains.

The lock glows a pulsing toxic green before fading to a steely gunmetal grey and going still.

“Well that was the best encounter I’ve had with a dangerous dimensional figure and I still lost the dream sand.”

Zatanna’s slap echoes in the cave.

#batman #danny phantom #batfam #dc #danny fenton #batman and robin #danny phantom crossover #young justice #bruce wayne #wonder woman #dpxdc #cryptid Danny fenton #John Constantine #Zatanna Zatara #dpdc #dp

[fortislumen-archive]

@alyafae​    sent:    ❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss.

it  was  always  the  two  of  them  giving  her  a  headache.    diana  and  thalia  for  sure  being  the  reason  her  lifetime  might  be  shorter  than  faith  has  it  for.    although  they  make  almost  an  invincible  duo  in  these  situations,  always  willing  to  throw  themselves  into  fights  that  were  not  even  theirs  to  worry  about,  the  last  thing  the  queen  wanted  was  thalia  doing  this  again  if  there  was  no  need  to.    and  there  wasn't.  

she  had  walked  into  the  room  in  a  way  diana  didn't  even  need  to  be  told  to  leave  because  she  took  the  action  upon  herself,  and  the  blonde  wouldn't  stop  talking  and  reprimanding  thalia  once  they  were  alone,  even  when  she  tried  to  intervene  a  few  times.    so,  she  isn't  surprised  with  the  kiss,  and  she  kisses  her  partner  back.    there's  a  mix  of  anger  and  relief  in  that  kiss,  fingers  tracing  that  jawline  she  always  found  herself  admiring.    but  as  quick  as  it  had  started,  it  ended,  and  she  even  took  a  step  back.    she  can  see  the  first  aid  kit  almost  hidden  behind  the  amazon  once  she  does,  now  that  she  had  spoken  her  mind  (  and  was  still  out  of  it  from  the  kiss  ),  she  notices  the  few  bruises.    ❝  where's  your  injury?  ❞    she  reaches  for  kit,  ready  to  tend  to  them.

#alyafae #alyafae: thalia van rompaey. #( ;; ANSWERED / hippolyta. ) #( ;; IC: hippolyta. ) #hmmmm thalia ur in trouble

[venusthms]

hi! before anything else, I'd just like to say that I love all your works!! <3 I'm currently using one of your about pages, and I'm about to use a list page of yours. i'd also like to use one of your network pages, the one using slick. but just want to ask if it's possible to have the photos be flexible? like, if i put a portrait photo instead of a square one, it would show normally and not compressed. or is auto crop possible? im okay with that rather than the compressing. thanks in advance!

Hi there ! Thank you for your kind words, I'm glad that you like my themes ♡ You can change the height of the images to adjust to the actual image sizes, as long as they have a fixed width. I'm gonna explain how to do that under the cut.

Look for the following part of the code

.member {    height: 250px;    width: 250px; } .member img {    height: 250px;    width: 250px; } .hovern { /* hover info */    height: 250px;    width: 250px;    text-align: center;    background: #f8f0ef; }

And change the height in all three of these parts to height:auto; and then you're done ! This should be the easiest way to adjust it. If you would rather have the images cut off (instead of being different heights or compressed you would need to change the code quiet a bit since you would need to use the images as background properties instead.

Hope that helps !

#I hope that makes sense <3 #*hippolyta #answered #seuniesbeanie

[inkedroplets]

The vague similarities between Katie's Continental character and Doctor Poison had me imagining a Supercorp AU where Kara is raised on Themiscyra instead of Midvale. I'm thinking Clark thinks it's the best place to be raised when she has trouble controlling her strength and Diana offers to take her in to both give her a home and to train her. Kara is mostly happy on the island. It's not Krypton but it's a home that she slowly acclimates to over the years. But she longs to see what lies beyond the island. To see where Kal has made his home. Whenever she hints at wanting to leave the island, she's rebuffed gently. Man's world is not just dangerous but as Amazons are not meant to set foot off the island, she would risk banishment if she left. It's a discussion for another time. An opportune moment when Diana can convince Hippolyta that she should be allowed to leave. "You just need to be a little bit more patient, Kara," Diana assures her during a training session. And Kara is... for a time. Until Diana returns one day with grim news. Clark has been injured. Hurt. Something that they thought impossible. (His weakness to kryptonite isn't common knowledge). He's in a coma. Something that Diana considers keeping from Kara but in the end can't bear to do so. "Lena Luthor," Diana says and hands Kara the remnants of what looks like a spent canister. "She's made many weapons like this... We've been trying to track her down for ages... Her brother has tried assisting in her capture but..." She shakes her head. "I never imagined she would create something capable of hurting Kal."

The attack on Superman makes Hippolyta put her foot down. Kara is not to leave the island until the threat has passed. A decision that Kara can't abide. She doesn't try to hide that she plans to leave the island. To hunt down whoever hurt Kal, knowing that whoever did is a danger to everyone else. "If nothing will dissuade you from your course," Hippolyta says with a heavy heart, knowing she can't waver when Kara has made her declaration to leave in front of so many. "If you set foot off the island, you are to never return." The prospect of leaving another home is enough to give her pause, to consider her options but when she sneaks from her chambers in the dead of night she's surprised to see her armor and her weapons waiting for her. A parting gift from Hippolyta. It doesn't take Kara long to track down a lead. She's made no efforts to hide what she's doing, being reckless in her pursuit only to come back to her modest apartment to a note that tells her they know how to find Lena Luthor. "It's too easy," Diana warns when Kara tells her that someone might have information about Lena. "We've never been able to track her down in all the time we've spent searching for her. Trusting that a stranger might be able to do that..." She shakes her head again. "We need to be cautious. Make sure it's not a trap." "Of course," Kara replies and while she understands Diana's trepidation, she can't help but go alone to the meeting. An abandoned warehouse. She has time to scope out the place, seeing only one person inside, her guard still up. She forces her way through a rusted door to get inside and spots the lone figure standing in a nest of shadows. "You're looking for Lena Luthor?" Barely even a question but Kara answers affirmatively anyway and that's when the figure steps out of the darkness. It's Lena. Kara rushes forward without thinking and has her hand on her throat, lifting her easily. "You!" she seethes and her eyes glow a violent red for only a moment. She expects to see hatred, maybe fear on the woman's face but sees nothing of the sort. If anything, she looks almost relieved at the prospect Kara might unleash all her rage upon her. "I didn't hurt Superman," she whispers hoarsely and a solitary tear rolls down the side of her face and down her mask. "I didn't hurt anybody." Kara knows better than to believe her but she drops her, lets her tumble to the ground. "You did," Kara whispers and reaches for the spent canister that Diana brought to her. "This is yours," she hisses and sees red when Lena nods.

"My research," Lena pleads. "I never wanted to turn it into a weapon. That was my brother's doing..." And it all comes out. Lex's facade as a humanitarian that he has carefully crafted. The one sane Luthor that has tried time and time again to stop his sister's more sinister inclinations have been nothing but smoke and mirrors. Even her mask is nothing more than a prop she's been forced to wear. 'To look the part' "Why do it then?" Kara asks, unsure of whether or not she should believe her. "Why help him, why let him pin all the blame onto you?" And that's when Lena pulls out a polaroid from her back pocket. "If I don't," she says and holds the photo up to the light. "He'll kill my best friend." When Kara leans closer, she sees a man tied to a chair, looking ragged, looking weak but relatively unharmed. "Jack," Lena murmurs. "I want to save him," she says, getting straight to the point. "I want to stop my brother, and I need your help."

#this was probably a stupid idea #will I ever write it? #probably not #but it's fun to think about #supercorp

[mathiwrites]

the justice league’s moms’ book club’s guide to vampire slaying, a martha kent, alfred pennyworth, atlanna & hippolyta fanfic

@not-another-robin, YES FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!! HAVE ANOTHER ONE

Chapter 8 - Everyone Needs a Batfriend

The conversation comes to a lull; Martha’s absence is felt, even for just a couple of moments. None of them are foolish enough to think that Martha would be alarmed over damned teenagers . No, she is a woman of experience who leads this farm with great care. Atlanna keeps eating, but Hippolyta keeps glancing out the window while chewing on her fork, thoughtfully.

“I should—,” the Amazon queen starts, but a gentle alarm blares in her sensitive ears.

Alfred looks at his watch with a frown and gets up. Hippolyta follows suit. Earlier in the evening, he had arrived with the food in their travel carriers, an overnight bag should the evening run long and a neat suitcase that simply didn’t suit the event. He unbuckles the suitcase, revealing the laptop encrusted within. The screen reads ‘ perimeter breach ’ as his slender fingers soar across the keyboard.

“I will fetch Martha,” Hippolyta decides, after perching over his shoulder for a moment. All she needs to know is that someone has invaded her friend’s territory and she will move to defend it.

“Wait,” Alfred says, even but stern. Hippolyta waits for no man. He unhooks a headset and speaks into it. “Martha, can you hear me?” 

And that is reason enough to give Hippolyta pause.

***

A pale face rises onto the slanted rooftop, appearing in the barn’s only window. She’s too late. Even if she were close enough, she would have to reach out to pull the swinging doors inward. It’s an immense demand for her to process her impending end and what exactly stands before her. Half-man and half-corpse, the thing smiles at her. She hadn’t seen it from afar, but it’s teeth—it’s teeth are like a shark’s, jutting in every which way, and nothing more than sharp pointed tips. It would shred her to pieces in seconds. 

She prays to God that her hard head and her pitchfork is enough to buy her one more day, one more minute or one more second on His green earth. With grace and with the power of miracle, He answers.

A metal grid slides down over the opening, moments before the thing can lunge at her. Its shrieks reverberate against the barn, and slithers down her spine, making Martha shiver. It bangs, and bangs, and bangs itself against the reinforced window. It wants in.

“Hello? Martha, are you safe?”

“Oh thank God,” she breathes, falling to her knees on Clark’s worn rug. Her heart is going to fall right out of her chest, she knows it.

“Alfred will do,” and she can hear the smile across the speakers.

“Is this what you boys were doing when you were repairing the farm?”

“This and more.”

“I should have known,” she ‘tsks’, but Martha is eternally grateful for Alfred and Bruce’s caution. It’s unfair to put all the responsibility on Clark to listen to everyone in the world at the same time. He’s got enough on his plate, and she’ll worry about the aftermath of this attack once they survive it.

“Martha, what have the teenagers done?” Hippolyta’s voice crackles from holding the microphone too close.

“ That was attached to my head.” Alfred complains.

“It wasn’t teenagers. I don’t know what it was? It was… It looked like a man, but something was wrong with his face?” It’s the best she can do under the circumstances. Martha needs a moment to  breathe, and then another one to process.

“I will fetch you and slay that man.”

“No, I’ve got it,” Atlanna chimes in. “Do you have weapons here?”

“There are knives in the kitchen drawers.”

“There is no need.” There’s a sound of a mild struggle as Alfred snatches back his headset, and his voice comes through a lot clearer. “I’ve opened a latch beneath the barn, you should see it next to Clark’s ship . Follow the tunnel and it will lead you straight to us. You… may have to crawl.”

“Alfred,” Martha snaps. The boys may have shown forward thinking in locking the barn down and providing her with an escape route, but they did not factor in her hate for closed spaces. “I can’t leave the animals. What if it gets in?” Even if she didn’t mind the tight space, her animals are important to her. 

“The barn is reinforced all around, not just the entrances, with a steel and nth metal synthetic. If it gets in, it’d have to be as strong as Clark.”

“And do not think that this will not go unpunished. Atlanna and I will hunt down these creatures for daring to cross your territory.”

The promise of violence is not reassuring, but the thought that she isn’t alone calms her. Martha sighs and starts heading down to the ground floor. She drops into the hidden space carved into the barn’s floor made to hide Clark’s ship—the one he arrived in as a child. Were she as technologically savvy as Alfred, perhaps she would have tried to fly this out of the barn and used it against her enemy, but that thought is so far beyond her reality, she abandons it as soon as it pops into her mind. Martha makes sure to close the entrance above her, in case it tries to follow.

With the flashlight, she spots the tunnel, lit up from the inside. At least, she won’t be trapped in a dark enclosed space. Martha climbs in and finds that the tunnel is also made for someone much larger than her to fit through. It’s… not as bad as she thought. The door slides closed behind her and she starts moving.

“You’re doing great. You’ll be back in no time.” Alfred encourages her over the intercom.

“Thanks, Al.”

The crawl feels eternal and much longer than her walk towards the barn. The metal yields to her weight in some places, making a loud echoing sound that makes her jump. Otherwise, it’s too quiet. Martha stops about halfway through to take a break. It’s hard on her knees and now that she knows she (and her animals) are safe, she figures she earned it.

It starts slow.

A distant scratch, scratch, scratch reminiscent of Krypto playing in the yard when he isn’t stationed at the Fortress, or the Watchtower, or wherever Bruce isn’t that day. Martha wouldn’t have heard it over the sound of her breathing. 

“Alfred, how deep are these tunnels?”

“Approximately six feet, why?”

“It’s digging.”

The tunnel is plunged into darkness, leaving Martha alone with her panic. She doesn’t wait for instruction, she turns towards the house and crawls as fast as she can.

***

Before Alfred can answer, the lights cut out. He tries to get the remote generator started, but it must be out of gas or… what they’re dealing with is an intelligent being that would think to cut off access to both the generator and the solar powered back-up system (to the back-up). 

“I am going after her.”

“She’s coming to us, there isn’t a need to go after her.”

“There is a need to teach invaders a lesson.” Atlanna agrees with Hippolyta, though she has long outgrown violence-as-a-solution. Not with Orm always trying to challenge his brother at every turn, and every other week. She pulls open the kitchen drawers, tossing Hippolyta the knives by the hilt and keeps the forks for herself.

“The forks, really?” Alfred cocks a slender brow.

“They’re better balanced,” she shrugs. She also plucks a loaded baked potato and stuffs in her mouth. In her experience, in surprise combat, the food usually gets ruined. It’s no wonder Arthur has a monstrous appetite, he gets it from his mother. There’s also no better time to eat than before battle, she’ll need the energy.

Hippolyta pulls open the front door and there stands a tall man, clad in worn black clothing. His mouth is stained red, and without the lights, it appears dark on his face. He raises a clawed hand, wiggling his fingers in a mocking greeting. Oh, she’ll give him a proper greeting. Her punch happens in a flash with little to no tell, a sign of her millenia of training and the monstrous man catches her strike in his palm.

“My turn,” it slurs, words caught in its fangs.

He slams his palm into her chest so hard, she flies back across the living room and into the wall. It’s not enough to deter her, only surprise her. There aren’t many creatures left that can stand toe-to-to with an Amazon; there aren’t many creatures Hippolyta cares to know that can withstand a direct blow from her. To think, she was being nice.

The laptop is no use, so Alfred shuts it as he skips over Hippolyta as she pulls herself out of her hole in the wall. “Well, best of luck, ladies.” He smiles and dashes up the stairs, a man on a mission.

Atlanna wastes no time, launching her forks at him. She throws them with enough strength that they embed into his shoulder, but he doesn’t bleed. Interesting. She hops over the kitchen island, sliding across it and sending the desserts clattering to the floor. See? The food is always the first to get ruined.

The grin on her face and Hippolyta’s signals that they aren’t worried or afraid; it’s been a long time since they’ve been able to engage in a killing dance. The improvised weapons and unknown enemy makes this even more fun.

***

Alfred does not flee. He never has and he never will. What he does is trust in the ability of his peers to defend themselves while he executes his own part of the (unspoken) plan. While he has always openly commented on Bruce’s unnecessary paranoia, there is a reason he indulges his son. More often than not, Bruce is right. 

The best vantage point in the house is the attic, an unofficial third floor to a two-story house. He pulls one of the old boxes marked ‘Old Christmas Tree’ and digs out a case at the bottom. Alfred positions the rifle at the circular attic window. He cycles through the different scope settings, noting that the infrared does not pick up on the creature digging for Martha.

Deep breath in, old pal.

And on the exhale, he fires his first shot. 

The creature releases an ear shattering screech, but he calmly puts on bat-ear-muffs. The gun was never for Bruce’s use, just a simple anticipation that Alfred would be spending more time here. He gives the monster no reprieve, firing three more bullets to buy his friend time to complete her journey and yet, his target does not die. He doesn’t even think he’s bloody slowing it.

The thing snaps its head towards Alfred, and this time its scream sounds more like a war cry. Out of the stalks, several more of those things swarm and begin to race towards the farmhouse. 

“Well, at least the animals are safe,” he mumbles to himself, hauling ass downstairs to politely inform her highnesses that he has made a very slight miscalculation.

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[luvly-writer]

"But oh..Cara Mia"

Ch. 10 Tensions Rising

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings:

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: If you haven't seen the ask I responded to, I wanted to apologize for my lack of activity. I have been busy with university and life overall, and any time I get free, I have been too exhausted to even write. I hope all of you are alright! And cheers to a new chapter. Hope you all enjoy, always excited to see your feedback and know how I can improve! LOVE YOU ALL!

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BY THE WAY!!!! I managed to edit some of the pictures that I placed for Calvary's suit. I changed the colors so that you could have a clearer visualization. LOTS OF LOVE! (Creds to original artist)

I did want to change something in the story, which was that YN has always worn the B suit, even now. You'll see why in this chapter.

The only difference is that the headpieces are exchanged.

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You had managed to convince Diana to stay a few more days, trying to avoid the inevitable. You remember the look she had given you, perplexed by your request, but she agreed nonetheless. As of today, you had spent a big portion of it sparring with Artemis and soon you were going to meet up with Cassie to go on a swim. When you were walking back to your room after the swim, you bumped into Diana. "Just who I was looking for. You are needed in Gotham and you must leave as soon as possible. Bruce found something about the case and said your presence there was required." she said and saw the hesitation in your eyes. "I know you are troubled about this Tamaranian girl, but you know what I taught you" and you nod and mutter, "Responsibility and duty before selfishness" and Diana nods and takes your face in her hands "You have to go and face it once in for all. My dove, it will be fine. The gala will be in two weeks and we will meet again. I know this matter of your heart plagues you greatly and it pains me to see you so down, but you have a duty to Gotham and a promise to fulfill to Batman. Once the case is solved, if the troubles are too unbearable, you can always come back to New York with me and stay for some time." You nod and sigh. She kisses your head and lets you go into your room, change and pack.

You are about to board Diana's invisible jet when she stops you, "Wear your new armor" she says. You had always worn the full suit that you had ever since you were a kid, with the exception of the upgrades that you would add throughout the years. But, on this visit, Hippolyta insisted on gifting you a new suit. (You didn't know that Diana had mentioned your doubts about your status as an Amazon Princess and she would not have it. Her granddaughter SHOULD NEVER question her place in their family. She was an Amazon through and through, no space for doubts.) She had used the excuse that you were of age and it was unacceptable that you looked more like a bat than a wonder. You were a princess for heaven's sake, look like one. You had accepted it gratefully and wore it all throughout your stay. You had to admit, YOU LOOKED GOOD IN IT. You look at Diana questionably. She smirks and answers your silent question, "An Amazon always looks best with her armor." You quickly understand what she meant. Diana had made it her personal mission to make sure you understood that you weren't inferior that a Tamaranian princess and that you hold just enough worth as her. You nod with a smile and change quickly.

Once you are back, Artemis, Hippolyta, Cassie, and Diana are there to see you go. They all smile as you walk towards them, ready to say your goodbyes. You hug each one of them, leaving Diana for last. You notice she is holding something behind her back and once you look at her questionably, she holds her hands out and you gasp. A headpiece similar to the one she wears is presented to you. She places it on your head and kisses your forehead, "A worthy woman through and through, always enough for anything she puts her mind and heart to" and hugs you. You get on the jet smiling, happy with the support you always get from your girls, and begin to pilot it towards Gotham.

As they watch the jet leave, Hippolyta turns to her daughter displeased, "All her self-worth torn because of a man, Diana?" and Diana turned to her surprised. Hippolyta looks at her and laughs, "What? I am your mother. The same way Yn can't hide anything from you, YOU can't hide anything from me." and Diana chuckles "She loves him mother, and he loves her. He just needs a push to recognize it." Hippolyta humps in dissaprovement, "Well, he better be worth it! My grandchild deserves nothing but the best!" and Diana laughs in agreement with her mother. You truly do deserve the best.

You arrived in New York and landed on the roof of your mother's penthouse. You head towards the Zeta tube and stand before it nervous hell of what you will see on the other side. Well, Yn...its now or never.

These last few weeks had been torture for Damian, his mission had been fucking impossible. Dick left and Yn was there, but then Yn left and Dick came back WITH SOMEONE ELSE. Oh, Damian was not pleased. How dare Dick fuck up his plan. How could he?!?!?!? AND WHERE IN BATMAN'S GOOD GRACES WAS YN?!?!?! A deep scowl could be seen constantly on Damian's face, worst than the one he usually had. When Dick arrived with Kory announcing that they were back together, everyone tensed up. Tim and Duke exchanged worried glances. The color drained from Barbara's face. Jason cursed, and Stephanie's jaw dropped. It took Cass closing her mouth for her to snap out of it. They all mustered up fake (but surprisingly convincing) cheers and congratulations for them, yet as soon as Dick left, pulling Kory to his room, hell broke loose.

"I THOUGHT SHIT WAS GOOD WITH YN" screamed Steph

"We were almost there..." said Duke

"I knew something like this would happen cause of Kory's urgency to have Dick back with the Titans" muttered Jason

"And his urgency to leave" agreed Tim

"I have to warn Yn, she's supposed to fly here tomorrow" said Barbara hurridly and left to call YN

"he is running away from how he feels" seethed Damian and everyone stopped. No one had thought about that. "The coward slips back to comfortable because he won't face them!" continued Damian highly displeased and everyone sighed. These were going to be some tiresome weeks. And exhausting they were. They had missed Yn more than ever. Dick was unbearable, flaunting his relationship, excessive PDA and flirting, always mentioning Kory, they were sick of it. They decided to host another meeting in honor of the new...obstacle....

"Yn and Kory have never met face to face" muttered Barbara and everyone looked at her shocked. "WHAT?!" let out half of them and Barbara nodded, "They have heard of each other but never met face to face. With Kory always in Jump City and Yn alternating between NYC and Gotham, their paths never crossed. So, brace yourselves. I don't even know how shit will go down." Oh, what a mess did they find themsleves in.

Everyone had slipped into a routine of being cordial and kind to Kory, they weren't going to treat the girl bad just because they had an obvious bias, please, they weren't savages. Everyone except Damian. His bias was clear. Plus his lack of people skills came to play. He would answer drily, sometimes only giving a nod to her. He would only spend time with Dick if he was alone. He was not pleased because his mission was ALMOST there and now backtracked by a lot. He was anxious for Yn's return. It was definitely because of his mission and not because he had started to develop a similar attachment to the one he had with Dick with her. Obviously NOT. He did NOT start seeing her as a sister, that is preposterous to even assume. Safe to say, Damian was grumpier than normal. When his father sent a message to Diana, asking Yn to come back urgently, he had been relieved. She would be back.

Now, standing next to his siblings and Kory, they were discussing their next move. They had gotten sight of the poison in one of Penguin's clubs and noticed this could possibly be a bigger threat than they had thought. Not only were Riddler and Scarecrow involved, but now Penguin was added to the mix. They needed to work fast to gain the upper hand and it was proving difficult with a certain scientist gone. They were all suggesting strategies on what to do next and Kory would try to give her input every once in a while. At first, it didn't bother anyone, but then they started to get angsty. It was a common unspoken law amongst heroes that when working in Gotham, ALWAYS LET THE BATS LEAD AND JUST FOLLOW. As a matter of fact, it was known that when working in a city that's not yours, let the residents have the lead and give input when asked. After all, who knew their villains better than the locals. They understood she was trying to be helpful but it was interrupting more than actually helpful. They were holding back for the sake of not being mean to Dick's partner and their guest (Alfred always taught them good hosting manners). Yet, unlike the others, Damian's patience had run out. "Would you quit it" he said drily after another one of Kory's (unhelpful) inputs. Kory's eyes widened and Bruce and Dick went to reprimand him, but he stood his ground, "These are not your criminals, so I would find it most helpful if you remained quiet." They had all widened their eyes. Dick once again turned to scold him, but again, Damian was having none of it. "Grayson, she is a guest. Not a regular, I think we can manage just fine" Just as Dick went to scold him once again the sound of someone arriving by the Zeta Tuve was heard.

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[twst-stupid-ocs]

Hi cece! May I get ∅ for yuuki with cyrus and hippolyta? :3

Hi Saphy!! So sorry this took me years to answer babe😭😭

Hippolyta↴

“Miss Suzu, although quite loud most of the time and a mischievous soul, is still a great student. She usually hands his assignments on time and doesn’t bother me.”

ʚ♡ɞ

Cyrus↴

“Hmm? Yuuki? I’ve met her a few times. She’s fun, Aison likes hanging out with her a lot. I don’t really have much of an opinion on her though since the times we met were very brief”

That’s all, again saphy sorry for respond so so late😭😭

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#cece’s ocs #☼Cyrus Olympia #࿐̗Hippolyta Salenfotot

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

It was a rarity for Tim to hang around the Cave after patrol these days--half the time he never even came here in the first place, beginning and ending his routes around the boathouse rather than make the trek all the way back to Bristol. But his grappling hook was giving him grief, and Bruce hoarded all the best maintenance equipment (probably one of his emotionally constipated efforts to entice them all to stop by the Manor once in a while). Plus Dick was in town for a few nights to take Damian to some animated movie they were both excited about, and it was always nice to see him.

(So nice, in fact, that Tim had politely made fun of neither Dick nor Damian for being so excited about their weird little cartoon.)

Time zones were weird and the vast majority of his friends could fly and/or had superspeed, so he didn't even blink over the four AM phone call as he slouched sideways in the big chair at the Batcomputer, half fiddling with his grappling hook and half watching some YouTube video that Duke had forwarded to him earlier that day. Dick was the only other person still in the Cave, the two of them working in quiet companionship from opposite ends of the desk.

Tim swiped up to answer, cutting off the Beyoncé song that Bart had insisted they all set as their fearless leader's ring tone, and sandwiched the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "What's up?"

There was a long, pregnant pause, and it pulled Tim's attention away from the disassembled grappling hook on the table in front of him. "Cassie? Is everything okay?"

Dick looked up, sharply, and Tim glanced over at him, mouthing, "Sandsmark." It didn't completely remove the worry from Dick's face, but at least he was no longer on red alert over his little sister.

On the other end of the phone, Tim heard Cassie breathe out, the kind of breath that would have been shaky if it wasn't so exhausted. "Oh, you know," she said, finally. She sounded weird. Distant--in the emotional sense, not the physical one. "Got to play detective today."

"Stealing my schtick, huh?" Tim asked. The joke fell flat against the unease rising in his gut.

She hummed. "Even got to do the whole 'stand in the middle of the room and talk through the murder suspects one by one' bit."

"Someone was murdered?" Tim's feet slipped off the edge of the desk with a thump, and Dick's eyebrows nearly flew off of his face. "I thought you were in Themyscira."

"Yep."

Holy shit. Murder among the Amazons.

"God, Cassie, are you okay? What happened? Who--?"

"Artemis killed Hippolyta. Poisoned her."

"What?!?"

"It doesn't make sense!" she blurted. "I mean--she was the only one who could have done it, and she admitted to it, but I just can't understand why! It doesn't make sense. Artemis wouldn't just kill somebody--especially not Hippolyta. The tribes nearly ended up at war and--"

She started rambling, too fast and disjointed for Tim to understand--something about Doom's Doorway and a survivor and some guy named Jerry. She was getting dangerously close to hyperventilating.

Tim finished scribbling down the message he'd been writing, and he tossed the Sharpie down, holding the notepad up to face Dick.

HIPPOLYTA DEAD. ARTEMIS RESPONSIBLE.

Dick stared at the notepad for a lot longer than it should have taken him to read it, his expression uncomprehending. "I don't get the joke."

Tim shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line, and Dick cursed, reaching for his phone. Tim caught a glimpse of the screen--Donna Troy, head thrown back and nose scrunched up with laughter, at the center of a "Call Connecting" bubble--before Dick had the phone pressed to his ear as he darted off to find somewhere secluded to have their conversation.

"Deep breaths," Tim told Cassie, elbows on his knees, head tilted back to stare up into the moving darkness of the upper reaches of the Batcave. "You remember that breathing exercise you taught me back in our YJ days?" She didn't really respond, her breathing fast and harsh and wet, but Tim knew she was listening. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You can't tell anyone this, but I've always liked it more than the one I learned from Batman."

Cassie gave a broken laugh, and a smile tugged at the corners of Tim's lips. "C'mon, start your count," he cajoled.

He sat on the line as she struggled through the exercise, murmuring encouragement and feeling his heart break every time she nearly broke off into a sob. It didn't sound like she'd had much time to actually process what had happened--who she'd lost. How she'd lost her. The friend she'd been betrayed by in the process.

(How had that even--No. Shut up, Tim, he told himself sternly. He had questions (he had so many questions), but it wasn't the time.)

"Thanks," Cassie said, finally, when it had just been the two of them sitting in silence for five or ten minutes. She was hoarse but distinctly present for the first time on this call.

"Always," Tim promised. He sat back in the big chair, chewing on the inside of his lip. "Is there anythign I can... I mean." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know you've got the, uh, business side of things covered. But is there anything I can do for you?"

"I... no, there's... there's nothing." Cassie blew out a careful, shaky breath, resisting the impulse to start crying again.

"So that was the polite answer," Tim said. "What's the real one?"

She was silent for a long moment. Tim didn't really have a good idea of what Themyscira looked like, beyond being Grecian and idyllic, but he decided to picture her leaning on the stone railing of a balcony, staring out across the sea. "I just can't wrap my brain around it, Tim," she said softly. "I can't understand why she would..."

Ah. Yeah, that would be why she'd call him, instead of Kon or Bart or her mom. He spent a lot of time thinking about murder and the people who were capable of it.

"You're having a hard time letting go because it doesn't seem like you've really solved it," he surmised, with the sympathy of experience. He blew out a breath, folding his legs underneath himself, and pointed out gently, "But you know she did it, Cassie. And you don't know her that well, do you?"

"Yes, I do," Cassie snapped back, with a vehemence that made him blink. "We were together nearly 24/7 for weeks while we were looking for Yara, Tim. She's hot-headed and no nonsense and dedicated and she cares. She cares about the Bana-Mighdall. She cares about the Amazons. She cares about women and the daily injustices we're subjected to, and just because we don't always agree about how to handle that doesn't mean she's a cold-blooded murderer! She was Wonder Woman for a while, for fuck's sake!"

"Sorry," Tim said, contrite. "You're right."

Cassie huffed, then sniffled again, muttering. "At least you can recognize that."

"Diana giving you a hard time?" he guessed.

"Donna."

"Ah. Dick's on the phone with her right now, I think. Maybe he can calm her down."

Cassie made a doubtful noise. "She's grieving. Furious. And pissed at me for letting Artemis loose during the battle," she admitted. "So she's not really interested in listening to anyone right now, even her bestie." There was a quiet, staticky noise, like she'd scrubbed her hand over her face. "I'm going to have to stop her from killing Artemis once we find her."

Tim whistled, low and slow. "I'm sorry, Cassie."

"It would be easier if I just understood why she did it," she said, frustration roughening her voice. At a mutter, she added, "It would also be easier if Donna and I weren't sharing a tent."

Ah. No longer on Themyscira then. He revised his mental picture to Cassie sitting in the middle of a forest clearing, knees drawn up to her chest as she rested her chin on them moodily.

"If you're certain that Artemis wouldn't just... spontaneously commit an assassination..."

"You heard it when you said it, right?"

"Yeah," Tim agreed, drumming his fingers on his thigh. He usually tried to maintain stubborn ignorance to what Jason and the Outlaws were up to at any given time, but the explosions were hard to miss. He had a hard time imagining any of them at the center of a coldly calculating political assassination. And he knew that she'd eventually earned Bruce's deeply begrudging respect as Wonder Woman, even if he'd been pissy about her not being Diana the whole time. "Okay, so there's something you're missing. It didn't happen the way you think it happened. Maybe it was an accident?"

"She accidentally harvested poisonous berries from Brazil, followed Hippolyta into her bedroom, and slipped them into her tea?" Cassie asked dryly.

"Well. Okay, no." Tim huffed a laugh, even though it wasn't really funny. "Mercy, maybe. If we weren't talking about immortal Amazons, I'd ask if Hippolyta had a terminal illness or something."

"Why would she involve Artemis instead of Diana or Phillipus? Or even Nubia? And the timing--this almost caused a schism, Tim. Things have been weird for a while because Hera's up to something and the Esquecida are so new and strange, so this was like striking a match next to a leaky gas pipe. " Cassie's hair brushed the mic as she shook her head. "No. Even if Hippolyta had been cursed or something, that doesn't make sense."

"I don't think I know enough about Amazonian or Olympian politics to hazard any further guesses," Tim admitted. "This one's gonna have to be on you, Wonder Girl."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But talking to you helped. Got my thoughts in order a little, if nothing else."

"Good."

They were quiet for a long moment, Tim's mind musing over the concept of murder on Paradise Island. It sounded like the tagline on a mystery novel from the 40's.

"I could use a hug right now," Cassie admitted, her voice growing wobbly again.

"Bart would probably wake up if I called him," Tim offered. "We could be there in two minutes, tops. Maybe Kon, too, if he's not busy with farm chores already."

"No, that's--"

"I already told you, I'm not accepting polite answers tonight," Tim broke in sternly.

"...Two minutes?" Cassie said, hopefully.

"What good is having a speedster on the payroll if you can't shamelessly abuse his powers to orchestrate a group hug on minimal notice?" Tim stood up, stretching. "I'll rally the troops. Text me your coordinates."

#tim drake #cassie sandsmark #the trial of the amazons #I'm probably the only person in the world still thinking about this event #anyway I simultaneously liked cassie's role in the event and found it kind of unsatisfying #give that girl a breakdown and a hug from her besties!!! #set between trial of the amazons 2 and artemis: wanted

[jinx-jade]

On a Scale of 0-100, you’re an Angel four times over: ch 4

Training with the Amazons was far more intense than any of the basic martial art classes her mother had once enrolled her into. The differences between the two were laid out in plain sight as her body became every bit the weapon she was learning to wield under the Amazonian’s teaching.

Sadly, Adrien couldn’t join the training as often as she wished. He did join whenever there was a break between his civilian and alter ego’s lives, but that wasn’t very often, between photo shoots and their alternating patrol schedule. They have been using online communication to stay in contact through enchanted communicators that acted the same as any regular phone. The only real difference was its ability to appear and disappear at will.

The guardian, while Adrien is away, learns a great many things during her time on Themyscira. She learns not only from the Amazons but also from a former miraculous holder who had once been a part of the order. With Hippolyta able to teach the guardian about the old order, as well as lending the bluenette what few grimoires the amazons had in their possession, the current wielder of the ladybug miraculous learned much more than she ever had under the previous guardian.

Still, some things couldn't be taught to the young guardian. Some things had to be learned from trial by fire, and what a great fire it was.

The world was lit a flame as ash rained down through the air. An army of creatures, no, magically corrupted humans, Akumas, stood amongst it all. Death and destruction spread much farther than the eye could see. The black cat falls and soon so does the ladybug. The universal balance weighs too far one way as a figure, a man, dressed in purple, glowing a bright white while floating above it all. A single poster falls before her feet, having been carried by the wind. The only thing she could make out on the poster before it too burst into flames was a date printed on the paper.

The guardian gasped awake, heart pounding as blood rushed through her body. A sharp ringing pierced her ears, as her eyes burned from the overflow of tears.

"-... you're okay! It's okay- everything is okay. Shhh… you're safe here." Tikki cooed, rubbing a gentle paw up and down her wielder’s cheek in a calming motion.

The other kwamis were flitting about nervously as their guardian attempted to calm herself, despite the pearly silver tears that continued to fall in place of clear watery liquid. She pushed herself up off of her bed in a clumsy hurry, running out of her current living quarters towards the pull of creation’s faint magic residue. The path she followed led her to one of the meeting halls the amazons had just off the shore of Themyscira, which allowed their male allies to come to meet with them without breaking the laws placed upon the island.

It was a short trip when you use portals as your method of travel. She arrived at the hall's large doors in mere moments, pushing them open with a simple wave of her hand. Strong winds move the heavy stone with ease, drawing the attention of all those present in the hall.

“I need to speak with Hippolyta.” The Guardian states, her sharp sapphire eyes cutting across the room, landing on the amazonian queen.

“Of course.” The Queen agreed before any of the people present could object. She walks over to the guardian, gesturing for them to step out of the meeting hall.

They only just get out of sight from any peering eyes when the guardian explains her reasoning behind urgently needing to speak with the amazonian queen.

“I’m pretty sure the way things are going doesn’t change, then the world is going to be destroyed on September first when the only two active miraculi on the side of good fall into the hands of the corrupt butterfly.”

“All right. How do we prevent this tragedy from coming to pass, little miracle?” Hippolyta inquires while gently wiping away the guardian’s tears.

“...You aren’t going to ask how I know this?” The bluenette asks in place of an answer, causing the amazonian woman to chuckle.

“Child, you are not only the last guardian but have also wielded and been blessed by the majority of the kwamis. There are simply some things that the gods in play have deemed worth your knowledge.” Hippolyta explained. “It is how you will use this knowledge that is the real question.”

The bluenette nodded her head in understanding, thinking over every detail she had seen. Her eyes widened as the answer revealed itself.

“There had only been two miraculi in play. What if I add more?” The guardian suggested, biting nervously at the dead skin of her lower lip.

“Do you have people you trust to aid you in battle?” Hippolyta questioned, reserving a somber shake of the guardian’s head. “Then how would you add more mircauli if you have no one to wield them?”

The bluenette was quiet for a few moments. Her hands fisted into the many layers of silk her nightgown was made of, causing her knuckles to turn a shade of white not unlike the cloth.

“Be gentle with yourself child.” The amazonian queen scolds gently, taking the young guardian’s hands into her own.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The bluenette whispers into the air as a new round of tears began to fall. The sound, carried by the wind, makes it just far enough for the older woman to hear.

Hippolyta kneels at the young guardian’s level, with her hands still held in the amazonian’s own.

“There is only so much one can do on their own, and you, little miracle, have been tasked with so much more than any person ever should be tasked with,” Hippolyta informs the bluenette with a sad smile.

“If it’s strength, of both the body and the mind, that you desire, we can teach that here on Themyscira, but if you wish to learn more about the magic that is seeping into your very being, I’m afraid you will have to learn that else were.” The woman explains, looking back over at the meeting hall’s entrance.

"My daughter, Diana, has befriended a fair number of magicians over the years." The amazonian queen begins hesitantly. "I had called them here to ask for assistance in how to teach you, but perhaps what you need isn't more second-hand knowledge, but for someone to help you shape your magic."

#maribat #mlb x dc #damianette #danger scale soulmates

[themyscirah]

I think they kinda retconned/forgot about Nubia because dc probably weren’t confident enough to make a permanent black Wonder Woman…and maybe they just didn’t know how to incorporate her after the Pérez reboot, especially as how Nubia’s origin is so intertwined with Diana’s own, and they needed to get Diana’s own new origin off the ground without incorporating another Wonder Woman’s into it I guess. And perhaps they were afraid of the whole thing coming across as racist? Cause some of the panels from the original Nubia story haven’t aged great iirc. So there would’ve been a lot of pressure to do Nubia ‘right’, more so than any other Wonder Woman supporting character. When she was officially reintroduced it was when the blm protests were happening I think and people were pushing more than ever for more black representation everywhere, so dc in that climate could fairly confidently reintroduce her under a sorta black power theme, which might’ve been more controversial before. And I think it was also relatively around the time of DC rebirth so it was an apt time to introduce new characters. I think generally they probably wanted to reintroduce her for years and just never got around to doing it for various reasons, perhaps even for similar reasons why Diana never got a movie adaptation for years despite there being the intention to

Some very good points here I think and you're probably right about the reasoning for a lot of this and why it turned out the way it did. With that it's still so crazy to me that a character that should have such a big role could be accepted as being forgotten offscreen so easily and without the arc feeling fully concluded--although when I think about it, comics still do that often enough, although now I feel like they try to at least conclude things more, even if just killing the character off. Good points about the timing though and reasons behind it!

#v much have a point here and these reasonings make a lot of sense imo #thanks for responding to my one post anon! #also so true that some of the panels from the origin arc were Not Good definitely #story beats too there were definitely some Yikes moments fr #on another note precrisis hippolyta being blonde is still so crazy to me. like who even is that lol #answered

[classicslesbianopinions]

ANCIENT WOMAN THUNDERDOME 2023: Masterpost!

Link to old pinned post (articles about racism and white supremacy in classics) HERE.

The event: Poll bracket to answer the central question: which woman from ancient Greek or Roman myth and literature would win in a fight?

The rules: Vote based on who would win in a fight, NOT who you like more. Consider factors such as physical prowess, intelligence or cunning, and magical ability.

If the character has multiple non-godly forms, consider the one you believe to be more powerful. If the character is a goddess for a portion of their life, please only consider their mortal or non-godly form.

The tags: All posts related to the bracket are tagged "ancient woman thunderdome 2023." All fights are tagged "who would win."

The bracket:

[image description: a bracket titled Ancient Woman Thunderdome 2023. it lists 32 matchups between 64 women. all matchups are listed below. end image description.]

The fights:

ROUND ONE (bolded denotes currently active fights!):

Clytemnestra vs. Niobe Electra vs. Iphis Chrysothemis vs. Cassiopeia Iphigenia vs. Semele Procne vs. Creusa Callisto vs. Europa Daphne vs. Lysistrata Philomela vs. Andromeda

Penelope vs. Antiope Atalanta vs. Stheno Dido vs. Lavinia Penthesilea vs. Nausicaä Camilla vs. Anna Briseis vs. Lesbia Agave vs. Chryseis Phaedra vs. Charybdis

Antigone vs. one of Hephaestus' "golden fembots" Helen vs. Deianeira Ariadne vs. Eurydice (from Antigone) Hecuba vs. Iambe Andromache vs. Echo Eurydice (Orpheus' love) vs. Psyche Ismene vs. Tiresias Jocasta vs. Scylla

Medea vs. a siren Circe vs. Cressida Cassandra vs. Leda Medusa vs. a maenad Hippolyta vs. Galatea Arachne vs. Pasiphae Pandora vs. Danae Io vs. Calypso

ROUND TWO:

Clytemnestra vs. Electra Cassiopeia vs. Iphigenia Procne vs. Callisto Lysistrata vs. Philomela

Penelope vs. Atalanta Dido vs. Penthesilea Camilla vs. Lesbia Agave vs. Charybdis

Antigone vs. Helen Ariadne vs. Hecuba Andromache vs. Psyche Tiresias vs. Scylla

Medea vs. Circe Cassandra vs. Medusa Hippolyta vs. Pasiphae Pandora vs. Calypso

ROUND THREE:

Clytemnestra vs. Iphigenia Callisto vs. Lysistrata

Atalanta vs. Penthesilea Camilla vs. Charybdis

Antigone vs. Hecuba Psyche vs. Scylla

Medea vs. Medusa Hippolyta vs. Calypso

ROUND FOUR (quarterfinal!):

Clytemnestra vs. Callisto Atalanta vs. Camilla Hecuba vs. Scylla Medea vs. Hippolyta

ROUND FIVE (semifinal!):

Clytemnestra vs. Atalanta Scylla vs. Medea

#mod felix #ancient woman thunderdome 2023 #posting to pin #tagamemnon

[rebeccathenaturalist]

Living With Dangerous Animals

Originally posted at my blog at https://rebeccalexa.com/living-with-dangerous-animals/

I recently read Richard Louv’s excellent book, Our Wild Calling: How Connecting With Animals Can Transform Our Lives–And Save Theirs. I was a bit worried it would dive too deeply into the sort of anthropomorphization that makes us lose what makes each species unique as we try to interpret them through our own biases, but I found Louv managed to walk that line between skepticism and wonder quite nicely. Near the end, he talked a bit about Harry Greene’s take on rewilding, particularly how to do it thoroughly you need to factor in the reintroduction of dangerous animals, which is often treated as a NIMBY sort of situation:

“Conservation shouldn’t be something other people do and pay for; it should be pursued everywhere in ways that share the costs and the dangers and the delights. ‘I’ve spent most of my career trying to get people to care about snakes, even rattlesnakes,” [Greene] said. “To a degree, I think I’ve succeeded.’ The key to this success is ‘telling the truth about snakes. It’s the same way with other dangerous animals: you have to tell the truth about them’ and then practice old and new methods of nurturing participation–and deeper connection and empathy with them. Answering this call will require empathetic understanding not only of other animals but of people as well.” (Louv, p. 250)

This all stems from discussion about the reintroduction of “large animals who could kill us.” It’s one thing to think about the reintroduction of gray wolves (Canis lupus) to Yellowstone National Park, where they have plenty of room to avoid tourists and are often only seen for a few scant moments through spotting scopes. It’s another to consider the possibility of gray wolves that currently live in the north Cascades in Washington wandering their way west, across I-5, and into the Olympic Peninsula–perhaps even down into the Willapa Hills. Considering we had a verified sighting of a wolverine (Gulo gulo) on the Long Beach Peninsula a couple of years ago, it’s not entirely out of the question, though dispersing wolves have generally stayed in less populated areas.

Right now, the three biggest predatory animals here are black bears (Ursus americanus), cougars (Felis concolor), and coyotes (Canis latrans). Generally these animals are shy enough to run when confronted, and actual conflicts with humans are quite rare. But historic range maps also show gray wolves and brown bears (Ursus arctos) in the area. Wolf attacks on humans in recent times are exceptionally rare, and though brown bears are a much more serious threat than their smaller black bear cousins, most conflicts arise from an animal being startled or a mother defending cubs.

But the risk is not zero, and that makes a lot of people hesitant to embrace these animals in the same way they might welcome a reintroduced Oregon silverspot butterly (Speyeria zerene hippolyta) or California condor (Gymnogyps californianus). Folks in areas where these large predators are still common, like many areas in Alaska, tend to have a good understanding of how to coexist with them, and many people who move there do so because they want more wilderness in their lives. (Not that there aren’t those naïve enough to try to Disneyfy nature, or obstinate enough to want to wipe out the last holdouts of wild predators. But that’s another post for another time.)

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how to facilitate better relations between western, civilized, often urbanized Homo sapiens, and the rest of nature. And I came to the conclusion that it starts with us setting aside our ego. Through culture, mythos, religion, economics, and more, we have written the story of the world in which we are at the top of the heap, and all other beings exist solely to serve us. It’s a very convenient tale, and of course we the writers place ourselves in the most favorable light, whether that’s innocent victim of evil wilderness creatures, or the brave savior vanquishing these dangerous animals and their harsh environs.

But we know deep down that we aren’t always the victors. From the time our Australopithecine ancestors became bipedal, to modern day shock headlines blowing any injurious or fatal human-wildlife conflict into a Major Story (TM), we have plenty of examples of how we are sometimes the losers in that particular fight. While I feel safe going out for solo hikes in remote areas in the Pacific Northwest, I know that it is in part due to the fact that I am much less likely to run into large, dangerous animals than I would have been two centuries ago. Watching my step for rattlesnakes isn’t quite the same as keeping an eye out for a startled grizzly bear or a starving, desperate cougar trying their luck with me.

And that, to me, is humbling. I don’t write myself as the brave conqueror of desolate wilderness as a way of justifying the massive ecological and cultural damage we’ve done to this and other lands. Instead, it’s a reminder that we basically had to wipe out any animal we saw as inconvenient in order to see the land as suitable for us to live on, and we weren’t brave or strong or smart enough to effectively live with them. Extermination is, to my mind, a coward’s way out, especially now when we have much more technology at our disposal to keep us safe from other beings without lethal actions.

Still, this brings us back to the fact that reintroducing large, dangerous animals to an area does raise the risk of people being injured or killed at least a tiny amount. And I’m not just talking about the predatory ones, but herbivores like moose (Alces alces) and American bison (Bison bison). The Facebook group Yellowstone National Park: Invasion of The Idiots™! is an ongoing record of incidents involving tourists getting much too close to the megafauna simply because they don’t seem to grok the dangers involved in approaching these seemingly “docile” animals. The most infamous may have been the 2020 incident where a woman got much too close to a herd of bison and received what may be the world’s most-viewed pantsing (spoiler–she was fine, luckily for her) but each tourist season brings a whole new slew of similar conflicts.

This, of course, does not bode well for the possibility of rewilding even more remote lands with potentially dangerous animals. Of course there are going to be people getting injured or killed even in communities that are very well-versed at coexisting with local wildlife. But here in the U.S. nature illiteracy is so incredibly rampant that there’s going to have to be a lot of re-learning of things that should be common sense. Our perceived separation from the rest of nature has made us complacent and, quite honestly, ignorant.

I don’t think we should plan to just sacrifice a certain number of ill-prepared individuals in the process of rewilding. Instead, it’s going to take an incredible amount of education, both before and after the reintroduction of a potentially dangerous animal species. We’re already seeing some pretty good efforts around trying to educate people about how to live with critters that frequently live in close proximity to many people, especially those that a lot of people fear such as spiders or snakes. I’ve done my best to try to share information on topics like living with coyotes, or how to keep domestic dogs from starting or exacerbating conflicts with wildlife. And people who do live in the same areas as wolves and brown bears share information on the best ways to coexist with their wild neighbors.

Finally, I do want to point out that the route to coexistence is going to vary from place to place, depending on its suite of dangerous animals. Australia may not have grizzlies, but they have some of the most venomous snakes, spiders, and even octopi. And while those of us in urban areas in the U.S. may be pretty insulated from the most risky of wildlife, billions of people worldwide live side by side with animals that can–and occasionally do–kill them. So the discussion of whether to rewild or not has a great deal of privilege associated with it, and that conversation needs to be deeply entwined with the people who will be most affected in a given place, as well as people who have spent many years working on ways to help people adjust to coexisting with wildlife.

Though the pathway to rewilding isn’t going to be an easy one, it’s something we need to be discussing now more than ever. As wildlife populations are recovering (both with and without human assistance) and species begin to return to places where they were once extirpated, we cannot just let the kneejerk “kill them all” reaction be the only prevailing voice. We’ve already seen the ecological devastation that resulted from that brute-force tactic, and we need something more nuanced that protects us, but not at the expense of wholesale slaughter of entire species. We can–and must–do better than that.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

#wildlife #wild animals #animals #nature #conservation #scicomm #science communication #living with nature #coexistence #ecology #wolves #bears #cougars #megafauna #charismatic megafauna #bison #environment #rewilding #long post

[stackthedeck]

Any spideytorch fics where the f4 r like found family

anon I didn't know how to respond to this because the f4 aren't a found family, they're just like a regular family and I thought you wanted fics of Sue and Reed not being married and the kids not existing and Sue and Johnny not being related. But I'm going to assume that's not what you meant and just like family fluff

and like honestly my answer is to read canon because the f4 are really good about showcasing the family aspect of Marvel's first family, especially ff 2011 and anything related to the future foundation. Also Johnny's death comic, it's heartbreaking, but Peter comforting Franklin is just so aaaaaahhh

Anyway fic recs

Minor Injuries by Catlady45. Franklin comes back from space and has to deal with his uncle not being as cool as he remembers and Johnny has to deal with his nephew not being 7 anymore. Franklin is my favorite f4 kid and I like him in this teen angst phase

don't read the comments by hippolytas. This mostly focused on the in-universe rpf and man is it fantastic, it's mostly funny but there is some angst on Johnny's part over it. There are a bunch of fantastic family moments scattered across the fic and the characters feel so close and important to each other

Give Me All Your Lovin' by beforethemoon. This is actually a whole series of one-shots of Johnny and Peter just doing life together. It's really evident that the fantastic family is important to both of them and even though the Parkers have passed, they were clearly important to both of them too. There's unfortunately some irondad in this series but I was able to jump around and still know what was going on

Central Park in June by Traincat. Can't go wrong with this author, I'm sure you've already read it. It's hilarious watching Val and Bentley trying to break up Johnny and Peter because Val in all her baby super genius doesn't want Johnny to get his heart broken again. Johnny and Peter are just such kind and patient uncles

And We'll Never Be Lonely Anymore by Traincat. Two fics by the same author? It's more likely than you think. This is the 2015 fantastic four which is closer to a found family because Johnny is adopted and Sue and Reed aren't married so. But like it's nice to see Peter so close to the origin of the four and also to see May and Johnny get close

golden by call_me_steve and ghostfaeries. Technically none of the four make an appearance in this fic, but the scrapbook shows how important they are with little snapshots of life. It's just really cute and they're t4t!!

Oh, Johnny by damianwayne. This isn't found family for the f4, it's found family for the spider bros! It's so silly and cute and I adore any fic that lets Peter think of the clones as his brothers

Honestly, any spideytorch fic that I've recommended in the past that has any of the other four tagged probably has some degree of family fluff because I eat that shit up

#asks #fic rec #spideytorch #anon i am so curious why you called the f4 a found family #like yeah ben isn't related to them but like he's just that friend that's so close he's basically a brother

[liquid-luck-00]

Connections 15

Chapter 15

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

MasterList *** First *** Previous

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Under the cover of darkness, close to midnight, did Mari leave to meet Wonder Woman.

When Marinette arrived at the Justice League headquarters in France she was met with not one, not two, but three Amazonians.

"Queen Hippolyta, it’s wonderful to see you once again." She greeted.

"As well as you, little bug." Came the Queen‘s response.

Marinette de-transformed and then they started the conversation.

They discussed how they would proceed with the miraculous threat and how to retrieve all the miraculous without causing irreparable harm. Because the thought is that whoever this Hawkmoth is, he was no chosen of a Kwamii. Meaning there will be consequences, and even though his actions are not ones they condone or support. That doesn’t mean they are cruel enough to let this person be harmed by their own stupidity.

Yes the miraculous give blessings to their holders, but only if they are the right holder, with the right jewel. As each time a miraculous is used, the holder quite literally channels the kwamii's power. The more compatible, to the kwamii, a.k.a. a true chosen, the person is able to use the powers of the miraculous safer and easier. The opposite is also true, and incompatible person will be hurt to the point of damaging themselves physically, mentally, emotionally, and even damage their souls.

Which is why they also had to find this guardian to see about taking back the miraculous of the cat.

Which brings us to the reason why there’s three Amazonian‘s currently in front of her in Europe.

Wonder Woman, because yes she is Marinette's teacher of sorts within the Justice League.

Queen Hippolyta, for being a past ladybug, and also because it would be wise to seek out the Guardian.

And finally Artemis who was tasked with finding the guardian to discuss how this threat will be eliminated.

After a bit a back-and-forth Diana decided that she would have to head back, and so did Hippolyta. Artemis had decided to start the search halfway through the conversation and had left.

Now that she was alone, she knew there was another person she needed to meet with. So, she re-transformed and checked her yo-yo.

Luckily there he was transformed and roaming the city. With a quick text of directions, she was off. It took less than 10 minutes to arrive, seeing as he was already there.

Before she said a word, with a practiced motion, she drew one of her escrima sticks. And proceeded to draw a spell glyph in the air. Resulting in a protective box inside the bell story.

"Thank you for coming Chat Noir."

"Is there something you need to discuss?"

"Yeah… there is." She took a breath to steady herself.

"Are you planning on sharing our identities?" He wiggled his eyebrows, she assumes.

"No, I wasn't." She saw him deflate. "Did you receive your miraculous from the guardian?" She started to question.

"Yeah… " He seemed to think but almost like he wasn’t sure, figures, seeing that he was rubbing the back of his neck.

"You don’t actually know." It wasn’t a question but a statement.

"Sorry." He shook his head.

"No, it’s fine. Artemis can find him, and Hippolyta will know what to do." She hung her head and whispered to herself ever so slightly.

"Was that all you wanted?" He stepped towards her, but she stepped back.

She shook her head in response. "Did your kwamii... did Plagg tell you..."

"How the black cat and ladybug are soulmates meaning you and I are Soulmates. Oh what do you think our soul mark is. I haven't noticed anything different have you?" He spoke without taking a breath, waiting for her answer.

"Sorry, but you aren't my cat." She shook her head.

"What?!"

"You and I aren't soulmates." She stepped forward, taking his hands in hers. The certainty in her voice caused him to freeze.

"Does this mean I'm not a hero." His voice and ears dropped; his head bowed sadly.

"No." Her voice was steady, no hesitation in her voice or posture. "You are a hero. Your actions so far prove that."

"But I'm not your cat."

"No, but you are a chosen."

"How could you know that for sure?"

He looked at her sadly as if he didn’t believe a single thing. A small small part of her understood that whatever he was feeling was because of something in his personal life made it so.

That the love and attention he got was conditional. It broke Mari's heart but also, she understood. She remembers before Papa, Uncle B, her brothers, before Damian, the love she received in Paris was conditional. She also knew Damian would understand because of the League's similar conditions.

She had to shake her head before she could spiral. "I know you are. Because your soul resonates to the miraculous. It just isn't that of the black cat. But..."

"LB. you should give this to your soulmate." He didn't let her argue, he dropped the transformation. "You are Ladybug and I am not your cat."

He took off the ring, grabbed her hand and placed the ring into her palm. "I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time."

There in front of her stood a blond-haired boy, his eyes closed, with a sad, defeated look on his face, and a say in his shoulders.

"You didn’t."

She grabbed the blonde haired boy’s wrist.

Marinette was going to drop her transformation, but call it intuition or maybe this was cosmic interference, so she didn’t. "Please, keep the ring until my cat can take your role. But you have helped so much, please continue being a hero."

"You're just saying that. You don’t know me." He mumbled barely audible. If it weren’t for her enhanced sense and close proximity, she would have missed it.

"Hey kid." Mari heard a new voice drawl. "Adrien."

The boy looked up and noticed the black kwamii floating in front between the two of them. "Plagg?"

"You might not have been my kitten, but you are a hero. And I’ve seen my fair share of them." Plagg responded as a matter of fact.

"Adrien." She repeated the name, drawing his attention. "Plagg is right. Heroes are more than just being chosen by a miraculous, artifact, or powers. It's what they choose to do with that power. You have a heart of a hero, so please don’t lose faith so easily."

She took the ring that was placed in her hand, grabbed his wrist, and pushed the ring of the black cat in his palm. "Fight with me for the time being."

---

"I..." She didn't let him answer. She turned and swung away from the tower.

"Are you putting the ring back on or what kid?" Plagg's voice snapped him from his racing mind.

"Yeah." He re-transformed and went home. The next morning he was resolved to go to school. Natalie and Gorilla caught him at the gate, but let him go in.

He made his way to the homeroom. When he stepped in everyone went quiet before he was tackled by Chloe.

"Adrikins!" She clung to his neck as he tried to regain his balance. "There's an open seat here in front of me!"

she led him to a front desk. "Thanks, Clo."

Was all he could say before the blonde next to him shouted. "What are you doing in my seat!?"

"The only thing needed for the triumph of evil, is for good people to do nothing." A bespeckled girl sitting behind him sat resolved.

"Get..." Chloe started but was cut off.

"Here-Here," A girl with blue hair, dyed at the ends responded, causing the entire classroom to watch her. But she didn't look up from her tablet.

"You're supposed to be on my side, Mer!" She stomped.

"And outburst like this is why everyone thinks you're a brat, Goldie."

"I have high standards." Chloe argued back.

"And you can still have them in the empty row up front." the girl pointed forward without looking up.

"I hate when you use that logic." Chloe grumbled but moved seats.

Adrien couldn't believe it. Someone could actually reign in Chloe.

"Hi, name's Nino." The boy sharing his bench introduced himself, snapping him out of his trance.

"Adrien." He greeted.

"I have to ask are you really friends with Chloe?" Nino asked.

"She's my only friend." He shrugged.

"Well now you have two." Nino pointed to himself.

"I'd like that." Adrien smiled.

"So, you don't know Marinette?" Nino brought up.

"Who?"

Nino pointed at the bluenette in the back who was still absorbed in the tablet. "she's apparently also Chloe's childhood friend."

"Really?" Adrien didn't recognize her.

"Apparently she just came back to Paris." Nino informed. "She seems nice enough, she's just blunt. We all don't know her well though."

"I heard she moved because of bullying?" A brown-haired girl behind him piped in.

"Really gurl." The bespeckled girl popped in. "You’re in the know Lila, spill."

The two girls behind him started talking, but his attention was on the girl sitting in the back of the class.

The whole day he tried to talk to her, but someone kept him. Be it Nino, unknowingly, Chloe demanding his attention, or her disappearing.

Then he saw her.

They were the last two in the school. It was almost like his luck started to turn. She was standing by the entrance, just before stepping out in the rain. She was on the phone. It took him a moment to realize she wasn't speaking French, but english.

So, he quickly hid behind a trash can while in earshot.

"I know I should've..." He doesn't think she noticed him.

'...' The other person must've said something, as she pursed her lips.

"That would've crushed them!"

'...'

"I know... but."

'...'

'Sigh.' "Why don't we talk later." She breathed. "The walls have ears after all." She looked directly at him.

She knew he was there; did she know the whole time.

"No need, I'm already here." A boy with black hair came running in the rain.

"You're soaked!" She hit him with her umbrella.

"Sorry." the looked down and opened his own umbrella. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop." He held out the umbrella to the boy.

He hesitated before taking it.

Thunder clapped.

Adrien ran out to the waiting car.

He might not have talked to her, he might not have made the best impression, but he hopes that it's a start. He smiled down at his hands. Barely catching a glimpse of the golden ink that was sinking back into his skin.

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[godstaff]

Who do you think is kinder: Wonder Woman or Lois

You must be effing kidding me:

Diana, of course!!!!

To answer the next questiion you're gonna ask: Why do I thinj Diana is kinder than Lois?

Nothing Wonder Woman does is for her own benefit. She only wishes to make this World a better place than it was the day before.

Everything the reporter does is in pursue of notoriety, awards, recognition. You my say "well, but she risks her life in her quest for truth and justice'". Yeaaaah....about that: Her quest for truth and justice was never her primary goal: she is not interested in truth and justice per se unless she gets to be the first to reveal it to the World in the front page, with her name on it. First in her list of priorities is the scoop. Truth and justice are an added bonus. Besides, the risk is a caculated thing: she always counts with Superman rescuing her if things get difficult.

Diana accepts all three facets of Superman: Superman, Kal-El and Clark Kent. No questions asked nor distinctions.

Lois accepts only the parts of him she's interested on: Clark Kent, who she still considers a hick (after years of knowing his secret), a rustic red neck from Mid America who she loves to call "Smallville" so he won't ever forget his place' Don't you think by now she should find another, less offensive, pet name for her husband? She never payed too much attention to him until she found out he's Superman's alter ego. Clark alien origins don't exists for her. Kal-El doesn't exist for her.

Everybody who knows Diana, loves Diana

Nobody loves Lois, except stupid Clark, but we all know he's a doormat. Lois has no friends, only business or work acquaintances. She uses people for her own gain.

Krypto loves Diana. Clark had a hard time making Krypto tolerate Lois. Pet instincts and opinions on people are important. Whoever has a dog knows this.

Kal can be who he realy is with Diana. He must be constantly walking on eggshells to avoid pissing off Lois, while she does as she pleases all the time. He's a doormat with Lois.

Diana is a warrior and a loving and protective mother in most elseworld stories. Lois is a career woman and a shitty mother. The play, by Carlo Goldoni, Arlequino, Il servitore di due padroni clearly shows us you shouldn't be serving two masters. Lois prioritizes her career, which she loves the most, of course.

Hippolyta would behead him if he hurts her beloved child. General Lane just hates Superman out of fear and bigotry. With a father like that, what would you expect her to become?

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