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magicallymalted · 6 months

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HPHL Character Sheet - Sabine Bellerose

There's nothing wrong with wanting a comfortable life.

࿐ General ࿐

Full Name: Sabine Margaux Bellerose

Name Meanings: Sabine, "Woman of the Sabine people" | Margaux "Pearl" | Bellerose, "Beautiful Rose"

Nicknames: 'Bine, Margaux

Birthdate: June 24, 1881

Zodiac Sign: Cancer Sun, Pisces Moon

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFJ

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: French

Ethnic Background: Caucasian

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Residence: Marseille, France

࿐ Physical Appearance ࿐

Hair: Dirty blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 169 cm (5'6")

Weight: 63 kg (138 lbs)

Body Type: Mesomorph

Skin Tone: Pale

Faceclaim(s): Aleksandra Nikiforova

࿐ Background ࿐

Hometown: Marseille, France

The Bellerose family reside in a chateau overlooking their vineyard in Southern France. Sabine always loved it there, growing up. It reminded her of a fairytale of sorts and she greatly enjoyed the luxury of her surroundings.

࿐ Family ࿐

Mother: Chantal Bellerose (née Billancourt)

Chantal met Pierre at a pureblood ball, conveniently while her parents were on her case to find a partner. They were worried about her and wished for her to settle down soon, especially as she seemed to have all of just the right qualities for the perfect bride. Pierre and her seemed to have an instant connection, and thus it wasn't long until they married.

Sabine has a slightly complicated relationship with her mother. As much as she loves her, she finds that she'd rather spend time with her father. While Sabine does fear about pleasing them both, something about her mother makes her worry that she won't ever live up to the high standard that she seems to set. After all, how can you measure up to perfection not only in your sisters, but also in your mother?

Father: Pierre Bellerose

Sabine has always had a fairly stable relationship with her father, as she is not often one to disobey the framework that he and her mother have laid out for the sisters.

Eldest Sister: Odette Bellerose (@kathrynalicemc)

Sabine looks to Odette the most as an example of how to compose herself. As the oldest of them all and acting as a pillar with the most responsibility of all this sisters, Sabine holds her in high regard. Thus, in the moments when her actions break from what their parents have in store, Sabine often finds herself very conflicted with what to feel and think.

Older Sister: Alethea Gloriana Bellerose (@cursebreakerfarrier)

The passion and artistry that Alethea exudes never cease to fascinate Sabine and if anyone could ever succeed in getting Sabine to fall back into her more imaginative side, it would be Alethea. She missed her dearly when she ended up transferring schools to Hogwarts, but would then always cherish when she would come back home.

Older Sister: Angelique Rosetta Bellerose (@endlessly-cursed)

As the sister closest in age to Sabine, Angelique and her get on quite well though her free-spiritedness often is a cause of concern for Sabine in spite of her longing to be more free-spirited herself. The authenticity that Ange exhibits is the major thing that Sabine appreciates about her, though, as she can always trust her to be clear about where they stand with each other.

࿐ Magic ࿐

Wand:

Wood: Willow

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: 9 1/2"

Flexibility: Springy

House: Bellefeuille

Best Class: Care of Magical Creatures

Worst Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Boggart: Her family saying hateful words toward her (particularly in relation to her insecurities)

Riddikulus: Her family fumbling over tongue twisters

Patronus: Dove

Patronus Memory: Seeing the Beauxbatons Abraxan winged horses for the first time

Amortentia (what she smells like): Honeysuckle, gingerbread, hay, sea salt

Amortentia (what she smells): tbd

Quidditch: No

Prefect: No

Clubs: No

OWL Classes:

Transfiguration - Acceptable

Charms - Outstanding

Herbology - Acceptable

Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding

Potions - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Exceeds Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Acceptable

NEWT Classes:

Charms - Outstanding

Potions - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Acceptable

Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding

࿐ Career & Persona ࿐

11-17: Beauxbatons Student 17-?: TBD

Personality & Attitude: Sabine is a bon vivant in all senses of the word, enjoying a life of luxury and comfort and basking in the beauty that high society pureblood life provided—but this has also led to a naïveté that she will eventually have to break out of. She's prone to rule-following, often with the sisters torn between worrying about getting in trouble and yet at the same time wishing she could be a little more free-flowing and less uptight in life. She's quite the hopeless romantic and dreamer at heart but is constantly bringing herself back down to earth and criticizing this part of herself as too fantastical. It's a matter of trying to keep her idealism in check but her imagination can sometimes run ahead of her.

Thus, Sabine may long for the grandiose stories she reads in books but considers/presents herself more pragmatic than she truly is—especially as her perception of romance in real life is more of one of having it all and not "settling" in any regard. She has a nature that is quite compassionate, determined, and one of keeping the peace, yet on the flipside her pickiness, pride, and jealousy can be quite large obstacles to overcome—particularly as it can lead her to act vindictively in certain situations. She is quite sensitive and in spite of her confident outward expression, Sabine is very self-critical and so any disapproval from others is not taken lightly.

Strengths: Romance, compassion, determination, socially adept, peacekeeping

Weaknesses: Jealousy, rule-following, pickiness, sensitivity, pride, naïveté, uppity

Favorites: Animals, gingerbread, luxurious things, sweets

Colors: Light blue and gold

Hobbies: Horseback riding, pen pal-ing, spending time by the sea or reading in the vineyard

࿐ Relationships ࿐

*Anyone can feel free to reach out if they'd like to discuss a potential plot or relationship!

Friends:

Enemies:

S/O:

࿐ Misc & Trivia ࿐

She's had a love of horses ever since seeing the Abraxan winged horses that pulled the Beauxbatons chariot to take Odette off to school

In her youth, she had a terrible issue with sleepwalking which somewhat persisted into her adult years to a less prominent degree

One of her more prominent hobbies is writing to students at other wizarding schools — she cherishes all of her pen pal connections very much

She has never been very musically inclined but enjoys hearing it nonetheless, in spite of being compelled to learn to play the piano

Blood status never really mattered to her when it comes to platonic social interaction, but romantic is a whole other ball game

She is proficient in Latin, ancient Greek, and English

#oc: sabine bellerose #hp victorian era #hphl #beauxbatons oc #out of the profile purgatory and into the fire #hopefully next up is career stuff and then Marco/Joel/Fadens

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wallacejwriting · 10 months

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Starside [Starmont meets Farside]

A sort of rundown to what I'm thinking and working on

Jules Locke is a 15 year old kid living on a Fringe farm to the south of the city of Tairkyda, constantly in the shadow of the massive Wall that cuts off the other side - the Blighted side - of the island from the inhabited half.

Less than a week before the new year at Starmont College begins, Jules Awakens magic they shouldn't have when they find and bond a dragon egg that falls from a passing ship in the sky.

The witches of Tairkyda have ways of knowing when a new with Awakens, via the witchglasses at the centre of the innermost ring of Tairkyda's city proper. Because of this, Jules has no way of hiding.

Now a sproutling witch, Jules must attend Starmont to learn to control their magic, and their bond with their new dragon, or else risk losing their dragon egg, their freedom, and any chance of ever going home again.

But the innermost ring of Tairkyda is an elitest bunch. Prejudices run deep amidst the rich and powerful. And the mystery of how Jules has magic when they shouldn't - when no one outside the elite should - leaves Jules scrutinized at every opportunity.

Not that they're the only non-highborn witch. In fact, the other two are also dragon riders - Gwyn Vaughan, commander of the dragonguard; and Cináed, a fourth year student and Dustwitch. Both are underborn, meaning they are from Underside.

Rakesh, a professor at the school, is assigned to help Jules get ready for Starmont by the headmistress. When he brings Jules to Starmont early, at her request, Jules learns that the pirate noticed the egg is missing and wants their money.

Jules has no money, so the school pays for the egg, whose price has been inflated greatly due to being already bonded and unable to separate from Jules without conflict and consequence. Jules is assigned to work in the school and pay off the price of the egg while they are a student, and told they must pay off the full price to own their dragon as other witches do.

Less money. More problems. Always money problems.

Cináed also works in the school, as they were a servant before they were a witch, and this is a big part of how they bond.

Jules also meets and is roommates with Wren Hashimoto and Sabine Bellerose. And Jules quickly realizes that there's something going on with Sabine - she's hexed. Cursed. Hurting. And the more Jules learns about how and why - and about the kind of man her father, the one who did this, is - the more they realize they have to save Sabine. Her freedom is gone. Her voice, taken. Her life put on a timer. And if Jules stands aside and lets someone die when they could help?

Well, how the hell can they call themself a friend? Let alone a future dragon rider?

But things are far from easy. All the other sproutlings have several years of practice on Jules, as well as years of training and immersion in witchery and witch culture as a result of their upbringing. Not to mention, being able to draw perfect circles is considered the first skill a witch should learn.

And Jules hasn't. Not by a long shot.

But there's some stuff that comes easy to them, and that combination entangles them with Wren as they help each other with classes, with homework, and with learning more about each other and where they come from.

Drawing circles is still hard though.

And so is dealing with plenty of bigoted teachers, prejudiced students, and social norms that seem out to get them. And Jules has never been good with people, or social norms, to begin with. Learning an entire new set will be impossible without instructions.

And this isn't even getting into the fact that part of the island is Blighted, which means infected with a fungus that is stopped only by stone and fire. This creates monsters, freaky infected plants, and a lot lot more.

Anyway yeah. That's what I got so far. That's what I've been doing while not here. Combining worlds.

#wall talk #writeblr #amwriting #am writing #writers on tumblr #starside

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ao3feed-ladynoir · 2 years

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The Beauty of a Rose

The Beauty of a Rose by properjitterbug

In the small town of Bellerose, Marinette and Adrien are childhood friends and lead happy lives. That is, until a long, forgotten promise is stirred awake; changing their lives in ways they couldn't imagine. Marinette is left to chase after ghosts of her past as a strange creature appears in the depths of the mysterious forest.

(might change this summary later). -- Werecat!Adrien x Marinette

Words: 9417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Nathalie Sancoeur

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Alternate Universe - 1920s, Kwamis Are Gods, Werecat Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, origins au, Fairy Tale Elements, Mutual Pining, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Is Sunshine, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Alya Césaire and Nino Lahiffe Ship It, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, They're In Love Your Honor, Dorks in Love, Alternate Universe - Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, no beta we die like men, Angst and Romance, Eventual Smut, Rating May Change, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Happy Ending, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, Made For Each Other

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690052

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette #🐱#💖#Adrienette #Marichat #Miraculous Ladybug #♥#R:T #A:Properjitterbug #Werewolf AU

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mischiefandspirits · 2 years

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Courting Disaster

In a world where Bruce's acquisition of his kids isn't as legal, but is just as well-meaning, the Justice League comes to Gotham in search of a Bat.

A prequel to Nightwings and Talons

Click here for more of this AU

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“… a scourge to our fai-fair city, summoned by Satan himself. A false prophet who-who tried to deceive us with his duplicitous protection so he could drag our-our chil-children to -” Barbara trailed off into laughter

Dick groaned. “It’s not funny, Babs! They just keep getting worse and worse. I bet this is about that pastor we put away for embezzlement.”

“They called him the antichrist!”

“BABS!”

Bruce hid his smile in his drink as his protégés continued to bicker back and forth in his ear.

The argument was routine by now. A month couldn’t go by without someone raising a fuss over Batman either because someone with connections was taken down by the Bats or because the Court wanted to have another go at Dick. Barbara always got a kick out of the theories people would come up with for who Batman could be or how they could take him down, while Dick took personal offense to everything revolving around Batman being a villain. This meant the two ended up having the exact same fight at least once a month.

As repetitive as the argument was, though, it was still more interesting than any of the conversations Gotham’s elite were having around him. For example, he was currently hiding from Mrs. McNeal since he was too sleep-deprived to keep his mouth shut around bigotry and the woman was complaining to everyone who’d listen about the woman her recently disinherited granddaughter married (Sabine Bellerose was a wonderful woman and he hoped her and Senga were doing well at Wayne Health’s California division). Then there was Janet Drake blathering on to Michelle Davis about her latest find on the other side of the ice sculpture Bruce was hiding behind. That woman managed to reduce incredible archeological discoveries entirely down to their monetary value without managing to disclose anything actually interesting about the items.

“How hard would it be to fake an emergency to get me out right now?” Bruce whispered, miming a sip of his wine.

“Alfred said that if you don’t stay at least four hours, you’ll have to cook for yourself for a whole week,” Dick reminded him.

Bruce was honestly considering taking his punishment when Barbara added, “And he’ll go on vacation for that week if we help.”

“Which means no ready meals for Babs and I’ll have to put up with your cooking. Sorry, B, but you’re on your own.”

He sighed and took an actual drink. Then he ducked out from behind the ice sculpture and made his way across the banquet hall when he noticed Alicia Mathews spotting him. He was not in the mood to listen to her telling him for thirty-seventh time that it was such a shame that he hadn’t settled down and had kids yet (despite the fact he was twenty-nine) or her suggestions for sweet, appropriate young women that would make wonderful wives (including her daughter, who was closer to Barbara’s age than his).

Honestly, though, even if he wanted to settle down, he’d only ever developed an attraction to two women in his whole life. The first was so devoted to her father that their relationship fell apart, which was probably for the best considering the League had ties to the Court. If Talia got close enough to Bruce to discover he was Batman, he couldn’t trust that she wouldn’t tell her father and in doing so place Dick in danger. On the other hand, Selina could be and was trusted with Bruce’s son, but he knew she valued her freedom too much for him to risk their relationship by proposing they move onto something more serious than rooftop chases and the occasionally shared bed.

“How bad is Bruce’s cooking?” Barbara asked. “Does he live up to the stereotypes of rich people not knowing how stoves work?”

“No, he knows how stoves work, but he’s got white-people taste buds.”

Barbara snorted.

“And Alfred does too, but at least he knows how to use spices for my stuff. Plus, he gets distracted and leaves stuff cooking for too long. One time he put water on to boil and the water was gone by the time he remembered. And another time -”

“Yes, thank you, chum. I think she gets the picture,” Bruce muttered.

“Anytime, B!”

Bruce redirected his escape towards the bar in hopes of getting something stronger to drink. He couldn’t actually risk getting drunk in such company, especially with his protégés in his ear, but he trained hard to be sure he could get a little tipsy without worry.

All thoughts of alcohol left his head, though, when he spotted a certain pair of reporters.

The kids’ snickers cut out at his grunt.

“Who is it?” Batgirl asked, all traces of humor gone. “Someone from the Court?”

“There’s always a few people from the Court at these things,” Nightwing corrected. “The better question is how high up are they and why are they unexpected?”

“Our unexpected guests actually play for the other team,” Bruce grunted, casually readjusting the sunglasses hanging from his breast pocket in a way that would give the hidden camera inside a better look at the bar.

“Huh,” Batgirl said before typing could be heard over the comm.

“I thought Perry White placed a ban on Gotham after that reporter got caught in an explosion four years ago,” Nightwing pointed out. “And why would those two even be here? The society pages are below Clark Kent’s paygrade, let alone Lois Lane’s.”

“Well, it might be a charity event, but it’s also in Gotham. Maybe he thought if anyone could survive it’d be Superman’s girlfriend. And she usually brings Kent along to assignments she doesn’t want to be on,” Batgirl said as the typing increased.

“Stay out of my files,” Bruce ordered.

Ignoring him, she continued, “Or maybe not. Check your eight.”

Bruce stopped at a table, leaning against it and sipping at his wine. To his left, entertaining a group of women, was Oliver Queen.

“Why would Queen be in Gotham? Ever since his return, he’s barely ever left Star, let alone the West Coast.”

“He’s been making more trips lately,” Bruce reminded Nightwing.

“Wait, you think this could be a Justice League thing?” Batgirl asked. “What would bring them to Gotham? There’s no way something big enough to get their attention could have gotten past us.”

“I don’t know. Queen could just be trying to spread out his appearances so no one connects them to his other work, but I’m going to look into it just in case.” Bruce downed the rest of his wine and swayed drunkenly towards the group. “Ollie! What a wonderful surprise to see you here! How's what’s-her-name? Diana?”

Annoyance flickered across Queen’s face faster than most would notice before he donned a similar smile to Bruce’s. “Dinah.”

“Right, Dinah! Smart girl, and smoking to boot. How’s she doing?”

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Selina leaned closer to the painting she was pretending to inspect as she studied the security cameras around the room.

“Tell you you're the greatest/But once you turn they hate us,” came from Selina’s pocket and she quickly pulled out her phone, standing up straight.

“Hey there, handsome. If you’re calling for fun, I’m a little busy right now, but -”

“I’m not,” Bruce grunted, very clearly in Bat-mode.

“Pity,” she sighed and started heading out of the gallery. “What’s going on now?”

“The League is in town.”

“Ugh! You’re ex with them?”

“Not that League.”

She raised an eyebrow as she passed the valet her ticket and a twenty she’d slipped out of Bruce’s wallet during their last encounter. “Wait, are you talking about Metropolis and his boy band. Why would they be here?”

“We’re not sure. I haven’t found any reason for them to be here, but I have found evidence of all five of their founding members in Gotham. It can’t be a coincidence.”

She hummed and slipped in her car with a wink to the valet. Once she connected her phone and got on her way, she said, “I suppose this means I shouldn’t hit The Violet Rose.”

“Selina.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the warning, handsome. Think I’ll split town until the boy scouts leave.”

“Can I ask where you’re going?” he asked hesitantly.

Appreciating how he was trying to curb his need to know exactly where everyone was, she decided to throw him a bone. “Well, I did hear from a pretty reliable source that Coast City is currently without their hero. It’s the perfect chance to slip into their natural history museum to swipe that stolen Aztec statue and return it to Mexico.”

“And the Firestone Jaguar?”

“If there’s time.”

“Cat.”

“Bat.” She chuckled at his silent sigh. “What are you three going to do? I thought you made it pretty clear you didn’t like other heroes in your territory.”

“This isn’t Superman or Flash chasing one of their rogues past city borders. If the League’s here, it’s something big. I told Batgirl to lay low until they leave and we’re doing the same. Everyone except Harvey and Cobblepot are either in Arkham or Blackgate right now so I’d rather skip patrol for the next week or two than risk one of the kids getting dragged into an alien invasion or something of that nature.”

“Alright. If you want, I wouldn’t mind taking your little bird with me,” she offered, half of her wanting to rile up her Bat and the other half just as worried about her the kitten getting caught up in an alien invasion or whatever else the League could be dragging into town.

“No.”

“Come on, Bat. You know I’ll take good care of him and we’d only be doing a little bit of B&E, for a good cause.”

“Until I know what’s going on I want to keep everyone close, just in case.”

“Hm. Should I feel insulted that you’re not trying to keep me close then?”

“Would you stay if I asked?”

Would she? Selina tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “Maybe next time. A pretty kitty’s calling.”

He grunted.

“Love you too, Bat.” She chuckled when he grunted again, but she sobered up after a moment. “Be safe, Bruce.”

“You too, Selina.”

Selina hung up the phone then called Maven to book a flight to California.

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“He really doubled down on the plan this time, huh?”

Batgirl shoved Nightwing off the building then turned to Batman. “Any news on what the League could be up to? I’ve been looking everywhere, but besides tonight things have been absolutely silent. Cobblepot’s focused on the lounge, all the other big names are still locked up, and all the lower-level thugs have spotted the League’s less than subtle flybys and have gone to ground. Aside from Two-Face, everything seems quiet. And they can’t be here for him or they would have shown up tonight.”

“To be fair, they’re only less than subtle for Gotham,” Nightwing said, flipping back up onto the roof. “And no, we haven’t. You-Know-Who even took a turn through the bars to see if there were any rumors about outsiders in Gotham, but there wasn’t even a whisper, let alone the gossip storm that something like that always turns up.”

“We must be missing something. I want you to be ready for anything,” Batman said, pulling out his grappling gun. “Don’t go anywhere without your gear. Even class.”

“Today was actually the last day before a three-day weekend,” she said as she and Nightwing followed their mentor’s lead. “I was gonna see if I could stay at the manor. I can get deeper into the dark web on the Batcomputer than on my rinky dorm room setup.”

“Your father -”

“Thinks I’m going camping with a friend. Besides, he’s busy. The criminals aren’t the only ones who’ve noticed the League’s here. GCPD is freaking out and they’re getting calls demanding answers from everyone who feels entitled enough to the Commissioner's time. I think he’s half-tempted to pull out the old signal and slap an S on it in hopes of getting an answer.”

“Let us know if he does so I can get popcorn and find a good spot to watch,” Nightwing snorted as they landed on a building near the Batmobile’s hiding spot.

“No. I don’t want either of you to get anywhere near the League’s business. Understood?”

The two rolled their eyes but nodded.

“Good.” Before Bruce could say anything else, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he spotted a flicker of light out of the corner of his eye. “MOVE!”

The teens jumped to the left and he leaped to the right, tossing a batarang at the ground as he went.

A yellow streak of lightning shot past where Nightwing had just been, snagging the boy’s arm as it went.

The batarang exploded into a mass of white webbing, which splattered across the rooftop and just managed to catch the streak.

The Flash yelped as he struggled against the adhesive substance and Nightwing broke the hero’s grip. He and Batgirl quickly slipped into the shadows as Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter flew up.

Without wasting a moment, Batman threw two more specialized batarangs. Both popped, one in a cloud of yellow powder that engulfed the lantern and the other in a ring of accelerant that ignited as it fell around the martian.

The two fell to the ground as the dust drained the Green Lantern ring’s powers and the flames sapped the martian’s strength.

Batman was tying up the lantern when someone landed on the roof behind him. He finished up then turned to see Green Arrow fighting Batgirl, his bow nowhere to be seen. He threw a bola at the Robin Hood-themed vigilante, but a blast of red knocked it out of the air.

“You’re coming with us, Batman,” Superman said as he flew down to the roof.

“I don’t think so,” Nightwing chirped and a bola shot out of the darkness to wrap around the kryptonian. The weights glittered green as Superman collapsed onto the roof with a groan.

“You guys get all the fun toys,” Batgirl huffed as she backflipped away from Arrow, giving Batman an opening to tie him up. She turned to the shadows a moment before a grinning Nightwing stepped out of them. “Kryptonite bolas and yellow powder batarangs? Seriously?”

“It’s not like we just carry them around with us, and we haven’t seen you since the League came to town,” the boy said, shrugging.

“Did you guys expect to fight the League?” she asked, turning to Batman. “Because I would have liked a warning.”

“No,” he grunted, eyeing the League members.

“But best to be prepared,” Nightwing added. “Do you want to find out Ivy can control Superman and not be armed with kryptonite bolas?”

“No, and that’s why I want one!”

Batman tossed her one of his and pointed at the League. “Watch them.”

“You got it, B!” the two said, giving teasing salutes.

Then Batgirl leaned against Nightwing and gestured to Flash with her head. “How much do you think he has to eat in a day?”

“I guess it depends on how much he’s been running around.”

Batman ignored their antics and grabbed Superman. “Why did you attack my team? I thought we’d come to an agreement. You stick to your city and I’ll stick to mine.”

“You’re kidding right?” Flash snorted.

The Bat kicked away the knife Green Arrow had been using to try to free himself and scowled at the speedster. “Do I look like I'm kidding?”

“That agreement was before you started abducting children, Batman,” Superman groaned, giving him a weak glare. “I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and overlook the rumors when they first started to spread out of Gotham, but then you took Richard to Atlantic City for everyone to see.”

Batman mentally pinched the bridge of his nose. Bring wasn’t exactly the right word. He had gone to Atlantic City to nab Clayface. The other two had followed him against orders. They were just lucky it hadn’t been a Court trap as Bruce had feared.

“Wait, you’re here about the Graysons?” Nightwing said, voice angry and face blank.

Batgirl’s eyes widened, then she gave a scowl to match the one Batman was wearing.

Arrow looked at the boy with sadness. “Kid, I know -”

“You don’t know anything,” Nightwing snapped and Batgirl grabbed his shoulder.

“Nightwing, Batgirl, fall back.”

They shared a look.

Batgirl shook her head. “Not happening, B.”

“I’m sick of this. The Justice League came after you! The Justice League!” Nightwing said, throwing his hands in the air. “All because people are too stupid to realize the truth!”

“The truth is that you’re Richard Grayson,” Green Lantern said.

“That’s not my name.”

“Batman might have done something to make you think it wasn’t, but it is. Batgirl knows it.”

She set her hands on her hips. “Batgirl can speak for herself.”

“My name is Nightwing.”

“That ain’t a name, kid,” Arrow said.

“It’s called a secret identity for a reason, Robin Hood. I’m not telling you my actual name.”

“I’ll give you a hint, it’s not Richard Grayson,” Batgirl said.

Arrow looked shocked by that. “He got to you?”

She stepped forward. “B didn’t -”

“Down!”

The two immediately dropped and rolled away as the Flash shot past them.

“Great, now he’s going to be on us all week about taking our eyes off the prisoners,” Batgirl groaned as she pulled out a bola.

“At least you don’t have to live with him,” Nightwing sighed, pulling out a batarang.

“Do they ever stop talking?” Green Lantern asked.

“No.”

“But you love us anyways, B,” Nightwing said, flipping into the shadows with Batgirl as Flash came back around.

“Ninjas,” the speedster muttered as he tried to figure out where they went.

“Don’t just stand there!” Arrow shouted and Flash darted off just in time to dodge a batarang that exploded into sticky webbing.

He went to Martian Manhunter, spinning around him to put out the flames. By the time he finished, the Bat had tossed Superman aside and slipped into the shadows as well.

“I’ll find them. Free the others,” the martian said, taking chase.

He couldn’t feel the bat, but the others’ minds weren’t so heavily protected.

He landed in front of them, hands raised in a sign of peace. “I do not want to fight you. I just want to help.”

The boy went to throw a weapon, but the young woman stopped him.

“Hold on.” She stared at Martian Manhunter and he could feel her thinking. “Martian Manhunter. J'onn J'onzz. Powers: Shape-shifting, intangibility, telepathy, telekinesis, and literally inhuman strength and durability. All courtesy of your green martian heritage. Am I right?”

“Yes. You seem to know a lot about us.”

“B’s paranoid,” the two said together, then the girl continued, “And you mean it about wanting to help?”

“Yes.”

“Then stop fighting us.”

“We just want to protect you from Batman, and we can.”

“Evidence says otherwise, but B isn’t hurting anyone. He…” The boy glanced at the girl. “He’s my dad. And I’m sick of everyone treating him like a criminal.”

“He kidnapped -”

“You’re a telepath. So read our minds,” the girl said.

That gave the martian pause. He didn’t like reading the minds of innocents. He didn’t really like reading anyone’s minds without good cause. Humans were so protective of their mental spaces and he’d learned to respect what they considered a private space during his time on their planet.

“You want me to read your minds?”

They both fidgetted and the girl sighed. “No, and B is definitely going to kill us for this, but if it will put all this Grayson stuff to rest, then do it. Just stay away from anything about secret identities. Ours and B’s.”

He looked to the boy, who nodded.

So he reached out.

In the girl’s mind, he saw labs and mindless assassins that were as good as dead.

In the boy’s mind, he saw a couple cheerfully discussing their son’s future.

In both minds he saw a dark figure shielding them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Batman was facing off against Arrow and Superman when an arrow froze in midair a foot from the Dark Knight.

“Stand down, Justice League,” Martian Manhunter called and the group turned to see him, Batgirl, and Nightwing floating down next to the incapacitated lantern and speedster.

Batgirl looked nervous, but Nightwing was thrilled. “Look, B! I’m flying!”

Batman grunted and plucked both kids from the air as soon as they were close enough. They easily settled on either side of him without the martian trying to stop them.

“J’onn?” Superman asked, eyeing the kids.

“We were wrong. Batman is on the right side.”

“Excuse me?” Green Lantern voiced the confusion filling the other’s faces.

“There has been a misunderstanding.”

“He kidnapped -”

“There is more to the situation than we were informed,” Martian Manhunter said, cutting over Arrow. “I cannot say much without betraying the trust the children have placed in me, but the child was taken because his parents were about to deal him great harm. He is now placed somewhere they cannot reach him.”

“Nightwing -”

“Nightwing’s civilian identity is not Richard Grayson.”

“Like I told you,” the boy chirped.

“How can we be sure?” Superman asked. “Just because the kids say -”

“They did not tell me anything. They allowed me to see into their minds and I was able to put the pieces together from that.”

Batman gave the kids a look and they flinched.

“We’re dead.”

“So dead.”

“I made sure not to peer at anything revolving around your secret identities,” Martian Manhunter said in hopes of soothing the Bat’s annoyance.

Annoyance, not anger. The man clearly couldn’t feel anger towards the children, and even the annoyance was fueled by and nearly buried under his concern for them. Especially for his son.

The rest of the team was still a bit unnerved, but they trusted Martian Manhunter’s judgment and stood down. They calmed more when Batman gave them a summary of the situation which was confirmed by the martian.

Richard Grayson’s parents had been part of a cult that had wanted to experiment on the boy, turn him into a living weapon. Batman had gotten him out and to a safe home before they could, but the cult had connections so he couldn’t do it the legal way. Batman was working to take the cult down, but it would take time.

“There has to be a better way,” Superman argued, not liking how far outside the law this was looking.

“If there is, we haven’t found it,” Batgirl said, helping Green Lantern out of his bonds while Nightwing and Martian Manhunter freed Flash. “Sorry to say, but sometimes you can’t just beat up the bad guy to save the day.”

Green Arrow snorted and Flash bit down a laugh, but Superman and Green Lantern looked unimpressed.

“Kal,” Batman said, grabbing the kryptonian’s shoulder. “You know I wouldn’t have done this without considering every other option. There’s a reason you gave me the benefit of the doubt before.”

“Could you at least tell us where Richard is so we can be sure?”

Nightwing, Batgirl, and Martian Manhunter turned to Batman, who shook his head. “No. The more people who know his location, the more likely it is to get back to the Court. His safety comes before all else, even my reputation.”

A small flicker of guilt passed over Nightwing’s face, but only the Bats caught it.

The League met eyes and shared a quick mental conversation before Superman said, “Alright, Batman. Given Martian Manhunter’s confidence in you as well as the past experience Flash and I have with you, we’re willing to believe you and stand down.”

Batman nodded, which Nightwing translated as, “Thanks.”

“Though I still think it’s a little odd that you seem so prepared to take us, specifically, down,” Green Lantern said as he pointedly scrubbed at the powder coating him.

“Welcome to Gotham,” Batgirl joked. “We’ve got contingencies for our contingencies.”

“Do you want to be unprepared when you find out Superman’s not immune to Spellbinder’s hypnosis or Mad Hatter’s mind control chips?” Nightwing asked. “Because we don’t. And on top of that, there’s Poison Ivy’s spores, Scarecrow’s fear toxin, Stran-”

“I think they get the point, Wing,” Batgirl cut in.

“We didn’t know why the League was in Gotham so we had to be prepared for any eventuality, including that one of our villains or some unknown outside force had or would take control of you,” Batman explained.

“It didn’t occur to you that we could be here for you?” Flash asked.

“It had, but it’s been two and a half years since I took Richard. I assumed that if any of you were going to get involved, you or Superman would have done so already.”

“Right,” Superman said, sharing a look with the speedster. “Well, if you won’t tell us where Richard is, at least know that we’re here to help. If you need anything, let us know.”

“Sure,” Batman said, but he doubted he’d take the kryptonian up on it. As Batgirl said, the Court wasn’t something they could defeat by punching it. It was too ingrained in Gotham. There wasn’t one tree to cut down, but hundreds of weeds that they had to be sure to pull up by the roots if they didn’t want more to grow back in their place. He knew Superman could be crafty and Flash was smart, but he also knew neither had experience with investigations of that nature. He wasn’t as sure about the others, but he doubted they did either.

Superman nodded then the League started heading out.

When Martian Manhunter was the last Leaguer left on the roof, he pulled a device out of a hidden fold in his suit and held it out to Batman. “It is one of the Justice League’s communicators. From what I’ve seen, both in person and through the eyes of your teammates, I believe you could be a good asset to the team, perhaps even a good member.”

“I doubt my reputation would do you any favors,” Batman pointed out, though he took the communicator.

“Hopefully one day everyone will know the truth, but until then, we all have experience keeping secrets.”

Bruce grunted and tucked the communicator into his belt.

“Can I get one?” Nightwing asked, skipping up.

The martian gave him a smile. “Unfortunately, the League has rules against minors.”

Nightwing crossed his arms and gave him a doubtful look.

“Something tells me those rules didn’t exist before tonight,” Batgirl joked, wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“They were implied.”

“Sure. For the record, I’m 18.”

Batman valiantly resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

#batman #dick grayson #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #nightwing #fanfiction #witness protection: vigilante style #batnapping au

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shebeguiled · 5 years

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good afternoon everyone , i’m amorette & i’m so excited to be here !! this lovely lady is ERATO of the nine muses , known in the mortal world as SABINE BELLEROSE. take a peek under the cut for more information on her , & feel free to hit the heart if you’d like to plot.

ERATO :

♡ ; muse of erotic & love poetry , so uh , that already sets a pretty clear tone here. she is beautiful & she knows it , and is prone to her own bouts of vanity , especially when called upon by poets & artists — it’s hard not to let it go to your head when famed authors call upon your name for inspiration , praise your beauty as being their afflatus. she doesn’t go about being too overly boastful , most of the time , though sometimes it is dependent on her company and if they encourage it. she doesn’t find an issue with one accepting & appreciating their own beauty , so long as it isn’t at the expense of another. she promotes self love & positivity.

♡ ; speaking of company , her sisters are her lifeblood. she adores them and would not be averse to fighting , maiming , or otherwise causing a ruckus & maybe a little bloodshed for them , if it absolutely came down to it. ( though she really really really prefers it doesn’t come to that. ) her sisters are her soul. apollo , likewise , is near & dear to her heart — her loyalty is his , nearly if not just as it is her sisters’. her loyalty , once gained , is not easy to shirk.

♡ ; vivacious , clever , & sanguine , erato is clear in what she wants and even more direct when it comes to getting it. she possesses little in the way of cautious awareness and leans far more into her impulsive tendencies , especially if they’ll lead to gratification. she’s quick to capitalize on opportunities once presented , or to otherwise maneuver around situations in order to have them play in her favor. it’s generally innocuous , though , her intent lying more-so within indulgence than harm. she enjoys delighting in all of life’s pleasures , be it a song , a poem , a glass of wine , etc.

♡ ; undoubtedly i am forgetting to write something here in my excitement , and i apologize for that lmao.

SABINE :

♡ ; so , to start , she’s the daughter of GASPARD & MANON BELLEROSE , a fashion designer & model respectively , hailing from france. ( she was born in america herself , but she’s fluent in french. ) their love was a whirlwind , something plucked directly from a romance novel & it bore them their only daughter , sabine.

♡ ; now , her parents live a ritzy , busy life. despite being married they had little intention of ever settling down & a child hadn’t ever really been in their plans , though social stigma and personal beliefs prevented manon from doing anything about the pregnancy save seeing it to term & keeping their daughter. sabine was seen more as an accessory than a lifelong commitment — more akin to a purse to tote around when it was fitting than a child that needed to be raised. her parents didn’t have time for that. it didn’t fit in with their ideal lifestyle. they would occasionally dote on her & bring her to events , shower her with affection , but the moments were few and far in between.

♡ ; she was frequently handed off to nannies but they , too , were never consistent ; a side effect of having an affair with your boss. this left sabine constantly yearning for affection , yearning for the love & praise children are supposed to receive from their parents , yearning for a bond she saw in other children but never felt herself. her parents raised her not to be herself , but to be perfect — in their eyes , this was an easily attainable goal. they gave her everything , after all , as what they lacked in affection they made up for in a surplus of material items , money , gifts , expensive vacations that she’d end up spending alone. sabine took what they gave and let it sate her for a while.

♡ ; much like her immortal self , she is indulgent , though much less fulfilled. she allows herself to indulge in flings , in the things money can buy : jewelry , clothes , money , drugs. the upside of being a millionaire's daughter is just how much you can spiral the night before & appear perfect in a selfie posted the next day with the help of a well paid stylist and good lighting. as a result of her upbringing , the one thing she wants is fulfillment : she wants to be loved & inspire that love in others , she wants the security of being with someone who wants her , truly wants her , body , mind , & soul. sabine wants to feel valued. and yet whenever she's barely gotten close to something resembling this , she freezes , she spirals , she sabotages. the truth is that deep within her , she believes she is undeserving.

♡ ; she can never quite achieve the balance she seeks , and is always at one extreme or another. there is no pause , there is no quiet middle ground : one moment , she's on the top of the world , things are just as she wants them , nothing can touch her. the next , she is crumbling , holed up in her penthouse , speaking to no one , spending days on end weeping in the safety of her bed. there is an aching , hollow void within her chest that consumes everything in these moments & leaves little behind to remind sabine of just who she is. still , she maintains the facade. she models for her father's line & is something of an instagram influencer , frequently posting updates to her millions of followers. she's never upfront about the goings-on behind the scenes online ; what's the point when you can post a selfie from inside one of nyc's most exclusive clubs ? no one wants to hear about your troubles. money can buy happiness , right ? she self medicates in dangerous ways.

♡ ; unbeknownst to most , sabine writes & publishes poetry via the use of a pseudonym. it's a little pleasure that keeps her going , gives her something to pour her energy into even when she's lacking. a way to express herself when she cannot find the courage to verbalize her feelings to another person. something no one who knows her can intrude on.

♡ ; sabine has an undiagnosed mental illness : bipolar disorder. she frequently faces burnout and it is the first symptom of an approaching depressive episode , and likewise is quick to hyperfixate or otherwise obsess when growing manic , and this is also when she often feels her most confident & victorious. she refuses to admit something may be ' wrong ' out loud , but on the inside , her lack of control over how she feels & often experiences the world contributes to her panic frequently. she avoids seeking help out of fear of disappointing her parents , should she receive a diagnosis. it is not that she believes people with mental illnesses are wrong , just that she alone would be. even further , she often feels guilty for her emotions , feels as though she is not allowed to be upset or depressed in any way because of what she does have. she thinks love will fix her. she doesn’t realize she may have bipolar specifically but she knows there’s got to be something , & it frightens her. up until this point , she has not communicated this to anyone else.

♡ ; loves bubble tea. is rose gold’s number one fan.

♡ ; she’s lucky she’s got nepotism on her side because she’s only 5′2″ and some would argue that that means she can’t be a model which is probably the stupidest thing ever.

i’m sorry this got so long idk what happened actually . . . . dfkjgdjf thanks for reading all of this mess ily

#ohq:intro #JAZZ HANDS #♡ ; about .

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olympivnshq · 5 years

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congratulations amorette ! i have to admit, i was nervous to read your app when L told me that we received one for ERATO while i was asleep because as the writer of apollo, i have previously written with a beautiful rendition of her that stole my heart. but when i started reading it, just like it had been clear to L when she saw it, within the first few lines i knew i’d worried for naught. it was instant for us and i think we can build something special ! we’re excited for you to join us with your second choice faceclaim: KRISTINE FROSETH ( honestly we spent much longer deliberating on this than your app )

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ OOC INFO.

amorette , 21 , est. she / her. i rescued the best dog , the goodest girl , and her name is chloe !!!

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ DEITY — GENDER. AGE RANGE.

ERATO — FEMALE. 19-23.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

SABINE BELLEROSE. MODEL / INFLUENCER / POET BEHIND A PSEUDONYM. MANHATTAN / SOHO.

☆ﾟ*・ PLAYLIST.

i. trying to be a perfect circle , weak just like i take my drinks , a crumb upon my plate leads to a week of crying streaks. // ii. honey please , try to love me , honey please , honey try. // iii.you got the grace of the storm in the desert , you got some kind of love. // iv. stop this phase i’m in , she seems dangerous & loud. // v. i’ve got tired eyes , a black sky making its home under my lash line.

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the rest of this application has been redacted for privacy

#semi appless rp #lsrpg #literate rp #ohq:accepted #erato

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panicmodes · 7 years

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tag drop !

bethany lisbon › starter. bethany lisbon › convo. bethany lisbon › reflection. bethany lisbon › analysis.

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merritt rubin › starter. merritt rubin › convo. merritt rubin › reflection. merritt rubin › analysis.

opal edmund › starter. opal edmund › convo. opal edmund › reflection. opal edmund › analysis.

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farrah hickey › starter. farrah hickey › convo. farrah hickey › reflection. farrah hickey › analysis.

felicity grant › starter. felicity grant › convo. felicity grant › reflection. felicity grant › analysis.

florence bellerose › starter. florence bellerose › convo. florence bellerose › reflection. florence bellerose › analysis.

honey cassidy › starter. honey cassidy › convo. honey cassidy › reflection. honey cassidy › analysis.

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moody matlin › starter. moody matlin › convo. moody matlin › reflection. moody matlin › analysis.

nellie nesbit › starter. nellie nesbit › convo. nellie nesbit › reflection. nellie nesbit › analysis.

nia wilson › starter. nia wilson › convo. nia wilson › reflection. nia wilson › analysis.

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solada siwilai › starter. solada siwilai › convo. solada siwilai › reflection. solada siwilai › analysis.

sorena jawari › starter. sorena jawari › convo. sorena jawari › reflection. sorena jawari › analysis.

susannah mancini › starter. susannah mancini › convo. susannah mancini › reflection. susannah mancini › analysis.

tallulah kepner › starter. tallulah kepner › convo. tallulah kepner › reflection. tallulah kepner › analysis.

tiernan bouchard › starter. tiernan bouchard › convo. tiernan bouchard › reflection. tiernan bouchard › analysis.

valerie lewis › starter. valerie lewis › convo. valerie lewis › reflection. valerie lewis › analysis.

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