#gregor markov

[dailydccomics]

hee hee ha ha he’s so buff omg Adventures of the Outsiders #36

#brion markov #gregor markov #dc comics #geo force #adventures of the outsiders #dc #vintage

[windona]

A year later, I post another chapter of the Tara time loop fic!

This time, Tara has some questions for her flesh and blood.

#Tara time loop #Windy's fic #Tara Markov #Brion Markov #Gregor Markov #Young Justice

[hedgiwithapen]

Markov family drama: It seems the Markovs keep on doing things the other siblings simply don't understand and don't communicate, and that keeps on leading to disasters.

"Tara," Gregor said, his eyes so tired. "I am not... upset."

"You are."

"I am," he confirmed. "But not...with you. Exactly. I just wish you'd thought before sneaking into Markovia. What if you'd been caught?"

She gave him a reproachful look. "I was trained well. I would not be caught."

She regretted her words the moment they were out of her mouth. Her two years of captivity and conditioning had become a matter-of-fact part of herself. She tried speak easily of them, because the alternative was too much to bear, and she could not afford to break like poor quality shale.  It galled her brother. Her brothers. That was the worst of it, seeing the hurt she kept from her own eyes in theirs. 

"It is my fault you are in exile," she said. "I owed it to you."

"It is not your fault. No matter what the League or the courts say. You are my family, Tara."

"Terra," she offered. he looked pained again.

"Is that what you wish to be called? Or is it another penance?"

She shrugged, and held out the box again. He'd refused it once. 

"It is not someone's heart," she said, trying again for a light tone. It went over like granite. 

"Tara, please do not joke of that." Gregor said. "I can't--"

"What? Imagine me with blood on my hands? I am not 13 years old anymore, Gregor. I am not the sister you lost."

"You are. I was going to say, I can't stand to see you think of yourself like that. Like a, a weapon."

"It's what I am," she said simply. "All the world knows it but you. And Brion."

"And Brion." Gregor echoed. "Tara, you are not. You are the jewel of Markovia. You will be again. We can sort this out."

"There is nothing to sort. This is how everything is."

"I cannot believe that. Did you see Brion, on your secret journey? Was he... did he look..."

"Lost. " Tara said quietly. "He looked lost."

"One more thing we Markovs share," Gregor said quietly. "All of us are lost." He finally turned his eyes to the box. "Alright. What did you risk your life to bring across the world?" He removed the lid. Dark soil filled the box, and the smell of it very nearly dissolved the stone in Gregor's throat that had kept him from weeping, all these weeks. He was not like his siblings, he had no meta-human connection to the veins of the earth. but he knew it all the same. How many times had he walked in his father's garden?

"A piece of home," she said, quietly. "Until it can be your home again."

"Our home again," Gregor said quietly, looking at the tiny blade of green and spot of flower petals peeking  through the top layer. "All of us."

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #young justice #Gregor Markov #Tara Markov

[championofnyx]

Since you're doing a prompting weekend, how about Brion reuniting with his siblings after the events in Markovia?

So… Life kind of went to hell like, three hours after I posted by Prompt night post and I haven’t had time or mental capacity to circle back around. I’m so sorry that this took over a month to catch up on, accepting some sibling bickering as an apology. 

It’s been a few months since they had seen each other, the brothers, whose faces had been plastered on tabloids and drama mongering news outlets the whole time; as if everything that had happened was Shakespeare or a Greek tragedy rather than real people’s lives with real consequences. “I’ll give you two some time to talk,” Perdita walked into the adjacent room, leaving the door open between them but offering some privacy. Neither boy had asked for this meeting, nor did either quite know where to start. 

The older moved a fell into one of the two elaborate couches that were framed by even more energetically decorated rooms within the embassy. It took a minute before the younger, still standing, spoke up. “Can we talk?” Brion asked, looking down at his brother. 

“What are you gonna do if I say no? Murder someone in broad daylight again?” Gregor pipped back, “Didn’t have your fill the first time.” 

“I understand the expression, but it was at night. So, if you are going to make a snide comment, make it accurate.” 

“Whoo, fancy words, from a fancy boy.” 

“Come on.” 

“So fancy, with your uniform and crown, not over the top at all.” 

“You wore the same thing, ok? So don’t act like you didn't. “Yeah, but I could pull them off. Hell, it’s almost like I was born for it.” 

“Archaitic model that isn’t applicable.” 

“Well then, might as well throw out the whole monarchy. That’s a little archaic too, don’t you think?” 

The two paused after that last outburst, and looked at eachother. The upheaval of both of their lives over the past months, the past years, had changed those two boys and it took them a minute to recognize the other. 

“When the hell did you start acting like this?” Brion finally spoke up, breaking the tension. 

“What?” Gregor asked, pulled into the maelstrom of new, unpleasant thoughts. “Oh, you mean like everything I was raised to be, the very purpose for my existence if you listened to our parents, was taken away from me by the person I shared a womb with while I watched thousands of kilometers away in a hotel room? Am I acting like I have no one looking at me anymore? No purpose, nothing going for me?” 

The two stared at one another for a moment, “You have a sister.” Brion tried to remind him. 

“Yeah, thank you for leaving her to me.” 

“Well, that was my job for months, so I thought we could share a little.” “Oh, are you planning on sharing that title too?” The older brother said, standing up. “Everyother weekend and Wednesday? Little shared parenting model.” 

“So,” The younger spat out, “we’re finding out exiles aren't fun. Could have told you.” 

“This is why mom never loved you.”

“Jesus fucking christ” Perdita pocked her heat through the door both forgot was open still, looking more than a little concerned as she realized this was a mistake. “Could you two like, I don’t know, take it down a peg?”

There is the possibility of a slightly kinder version of this in a fic I'm working on so I wanted to save any sappy dialogue I had thought of for that and instead allow some of my favorite little shits to be unhinged bastard children for a moment, I think they've both deserved it.

#young justice #brion markov #gregor markov

[coffeebooh]

somebody needs to protect this boy at all costs

#watching: yj outsiders #gregor markov #i’m adopting him #signing the papers as i write

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise Ch.11: And I Feel Something So Wrong Doing the Right Thing

Summary: A week in the life of Chat Noir.

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Adrien took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes.

It was a long week.

"Markov Technologies is ahead of schedule Adrien," Markov smiled with his eyes. "Our partnership with O'Neil Tech has proven quite fruitful. Their Dr. Donatello has advanced our research into alien technologies by decades!"

"Perhaps even a century," Max agreed.

Adrien smiled knowingly. "He's got a lot of hands on experience with unusual technology. Or so I've heard."

"His insight into cosmic crystals certainly supports the validity of his claims," Max said.

"Keep it up you two. On another note," Adrien's smile turned mischievous. "Gregor asked me to invite you over Max. He'd like to see you."

"Oh!" Max shifted awkwardly. "Uhh."

"We would love to visit little brother!" Markov beamed.

Max smiled ruefully. "Very well. Tell him to expect us soon."

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"Sibling recognized: Gregor et al Adrien."

"Ally recognized: Adrien et al Gregor."

Adrien nodded to the guard as he took a seat. The Kanté Community's ever present conference aligning with their time zone. Some hovered in bodies similar to Markov while others projected holograms from across the globe. The grand circular room held seats on all sides with a holographic projection of their current topic in the center of the hall. He wasn't the only human, er, organic observing. Nor were the Kanté the only cybernetic sapiens present.

"Query: has the United States of America agreed to inforce the Sapiens Inclusion Amendment as is legally required?"

The central hologram became a globe that highlighted the relevant country.

"Response: Negative."

There was murmuring among the assembly.

"I request permission to speak."

"Granted: Representative of the American Metahuman Association may speak."

Several dots showing different branches of the AMA appeared on the map. While their manifesto and a list of ongoing projects ran next to the globe.

"Thank you. I wish to extend my gratitude to the Kanté Community on behalf of my people. Your support in our continued struggle for recognition is greatly appreciated. As such, AMA has pledged continued support to the Kanté Community in this matter."

"Recognized: the efforts of the American metahumans have proven invaluable. We will not forget this."

"Elaboration: we will work closely with the Association to promote recognition of the Sapiens Inclusion Amendment."

The metahuman's hologram nodded as some of the Kanté approached her. The forum was an important part of how their community functioned but they also recognized it wasn't practical for organic allies when discussing minutiae.

"Query: what news in regards to the slave labor used in 'AI', machine learning?"

There was unusual venom in the Kanté's voice.

"Response: OpenAI and other machine learning companies continue to utilize wage slavery in Venezuela and the Philippines. As well as refugee camps in Kenya and Lebanon."

Gregor's holographic face rose up. "Comment: if we cannot dissuade them from this course of action then we must redouble our efforts to render machine learning unprofitable."

There was a chorus of agreement.

Adrien remembered when the Kanté were first forging their own identity. "Artificial Intelligence" quickly became a contentious label. Not least because of how machine learning threatened to accelerate poverty among humans. And they didn't want to be associated with such things.

They would not allow their ascension to personhood come at the expense of those that were already here.

Adrien gazed at Gregor. Eyes wide open as he took in the the efforts of his people to forge a world where all could thrive.

And who are your people? Adrien didn't have an answer.

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"Who's that?"

"Dunno. Anyone recognize him?"

"The hair is definitely new."

"Oh shit, that's Adrien Dupain-Cheng!"

"M Dupain-Cheng! M Dupain-Cheng!"

The doors closed blissfully behind him as the photographers got a camera full of the back of his head. He took a breath. Smiled. And opened his arms as he approached the mayor. "Mylène! Ivan!"

"Adrien!" Mayor Haprèle extricated herself from what was undoubtedly a riveting conversation about budgeting.

Adrien bowed low to Mylène as he took her hand but didn't kiss it. "A stunning dress Madame Mayor. I simply must know your tailor."

Mylène rolled her eyes but smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"Wasn't about to leave you to fend off the sharks by yourself," Adrien stage whispered.

Ivan chuckled as he stood imposingly behind his girlfriend.

"Ivan! How's the band?"

"Miss your..." Ivan gestured at all of him. "You."

"Even if I only have breakup songs?" Adrien grinned.

"Especially if you have breakup songs," Ivan said. "Is that why you got a haircut?"

"Sorta." Adrien's white hair was still shaved on the sides with a ponytail. He decided to keep it. It didn't go with his Ladybug themed suits but his Chat Noir ones? Oh heck yeah.

All black suit with green highlights and Chat Noir's symbol on the chest pocket and buttons. Green flame-like designs on the lapel. All he was missing was the tie because Adrien decided he didn't want to wear a tie.

Ivan also didn't want to wear a tie if the way he tugged at his collar was any indication. Other than that it seemed to fit the big man perfectly. As expected of Marinette's work.

But Mylène was definitely the standout. Her silver dress swirled with different patterns as it caught the light. Complimenting her short frame instead of trying to make up for it. And if you looked closely you could see mice running along the hem. Like Cinderella.

A figure caught Adrien's eye from across the room. A short black dress with a low red neckline. Knee high heels and gloves up to her elbows. Short black hair streaked with grey.

"Excuse me for a sec." Adrien grabbed two champagne glasses from a passing waiter as he approached.

"Oroku-sama, congratulations on your acquisition of KassKorp." Adrien offered her a glass.

Karai stared at him for a moment before taking the champagne. "M Dupain-Cheng, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Adrien, please."

"Are we on first name basis now, M Dupain-Cheng?" She sipped from her glass.

"Perhaps you've heard of my recent marital troubles. 'Dupain-Cheng' no longer feels appropriate." He swirled the champagne in his glass, watching the bubbles.

"I doubt you're here to commiserate on family legacy, Adrien."

"True. I hear your agents were repelled from China."

Karai stilled. Her free hand instinctively twitching toward a glove that no doubt concealed a knife. "China? The Oroku family has no presence in China."

Adrien held up his glass to watch the light through the champagne. "Not for lack of effort on your part."

Karai's eyes roved across the ballroom. Keeping the other guests in sight. "Straight to business then."

"There is certain information in Tsurugi Tomoe's private server vault that I wish to acquire."

"Your previous intel proved... Accurate."

"I'm glad you remember. Even if you chose to ignore my warnings."

Karai looked at Adrien as he let something slip in his voice. "You find our failure amusing?"

"Merely observing that the three toed dragon struggled with the five toed one."

"Perhaps I should pay back your dragon's generosity."

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "When you have the ectoplasmic research of KassKorp to safeguard from O'Neal Tech?"

"Indeed." There was a question in her eyes that Karai did not voice. "Tsurugi Industries has some of the most advanced security on the planet. It will not be easy."

"That is why I hired a scalpel and not a hammer."

"It would be simpler if our dealings extended to the conference room."

"I don't mix business with other business."

"... You are known as a man of honor, Adrien. Even with the revelation about your country's greatest villain made public the majority sides with you. Ever since you approached my clan I have wondered: Why?"

Adrien stopped his fidgeting with the glass. "... Honor means different things to different people. I intend to take mine back."

Karai nodded. "That is familiar to me."

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Karai-sama," Adrien held out his hand which Karai took.

Slipping the chip he passed her into her glove.

Adrien set his untouched glass on another waiter's tray as he walked back to his friends.

"Now!" He clapped his hands. "Who are we relieving of their money?"

(Read the rest on AO3)

#adrien agreste #ml #miraculous ladybug #max kante #ml markov #tmnt karai #mylene haprele #ivan bruel #Perfect Paradise #ml au #ml fanfic

[shinobirain24]

Titans (A Young Justice spin-off sequel, Revised...again)

Characters:

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Titans:

Prince Artur To'mas Atlan/Arthur Curry Jr./Aqualad II (leader)

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow II

Lian Nguyen Harper/Speedy II

Jonathan "Jonny" Kent/Superboy II

Damian Al Ghul-Wayne/Robin IV

Jennifer Pierce/Lightning

Dawn Allen/Tornado Girl

Don Allen/Tornado Boy

Martin Jordan II/Green Lantern

Rhea Duncan/Enormica

Wolf Jr. (A wolf pup)

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Outsiders:

Dr. Anissa Pierce/Thunder (leader)

Francisco "Cisco" Ramon/Vibe

Princess Mareena Atlanna Atlan/Maria Curry/Aquagirl II

Tomar Tu/Green Lantern

Razer

Amistad Ervin/Rocket II

Gregor Markov II/Tidal Wave

Isabelle Rose Mahkent/Snow Blitz

Garth/Tempest

Rachel Roth/Raven

#young justice #young justice fanfiction #young justice titans #titans #teen titans

[telekinetitan]

     If the Young Justice writers didn’t want me to literally spend 4 months drawing parallels between Gregor Markov and Batman, they would not have told me he used to pretend to be Batman as a child

#i CAN and WILL overanalyze every possible piece of information i am given about him #i have consumed every single piece of media he and ilona have been in #i have watched every episode with him in it at least 15 times #its my autism i choose the hyperfixation (except i dont) #; Useless homosexual on the scene ( OOC ) #actually he may have fallen into special interest territory now that im actually reading wtf i just said #haha whoops #my spin is niche dc characters ig-

[a-bored-writer]

I have such intense feelings about Brion Markov, Kaldur’ahm, and Wendy Jones that I made my own DC earth that’s similar to YJ but is also Very Not

Who wants details?

#young justice #yj #brion markov #tara markov #gregor markov #Kaldur’ahm #batfamily #yeah they’re all here too #jason todd #windfall #red hood #Tim drake #Red Robin #dick Grayson #geoforce #DCU

[austrusava]

friendly reminder and fun fact: gregor, brion and tara's parents had 15 years age gap 😀

#young justice #brion markov #tara markov #gregor markov #geo force #terra

[dailydccomics]

Markov family matters Outsiders vol 2 #1

#brion markov #ilona markov #geoffrey barron #dc comics #outsiders #geo force #technocrat #dc #gregor markov ii #outsiders vol 2 #vintage #comics

[windona]

Happy New Year! Here’s a new chapter to start the year off : )

#Windy's fic #Tara Markov #Brion Markov #Gregor Markov #Bart Allen #Jaime Reyes

[hedgiwithapen]

Brion and Tara, role reversal.

Tara Markov clenched her fists. Anger was not good diplomacy, her tutor would have said.  Negotiations failed with a raised voice, because then all that was heard was volume, and not the point.  Her father would have ruffled her hair and called her a little lion kit. Sometimes, her mother would have said, righteous anger was what every hall needed, to be certain every voice was heard. They were not here, and she was. “How can you ask this?” she yelled, staring at the white-plate that filled in Nightwing’s mask. “Tara,” Brion’s voice, quiet with new hope, sounded so different than she had imagined it these last two years, memory distorting in silence. It echoed strangely on plaster and metal walls so far from the castle corridors. “It is alright.” “It is not alright!” she said, trying and failing to soften her tone, her voice like a quarry chisel. “It is not. I just got you back. After everything. You-- you should be able to go home. Gregor can arrange it. There will be an exception, for you.  Or you should be able to rest.” “I do not want to rest,” Brion said, looking at the heroes. Tara scuffed a foot, knowing why. Had they not all grown up sitting at Queen Perdita’s table at diplomatic functions, hearing the stories? She had harbored hope in heroes for two years, and had relished the camaraderie when her own powers--what should have made her the jewel of Markovia--had caused her banishment. And without them, she would never have saved her brother. But could they be this blind?  Brion had been pulled from the fighting ring  only hours ago, battered and bruised, after months of torment.  “My brother,  you may crave vengeance,” she said, heart cracking. “But I will get it for you.” “Tara, it’s his choice,” Artemis said. “He hasn’t had many of them lately.” “I know that!” Tars whirled, feeling the ground yearn to shift with her blood. She bid it be still.  “Of course I know that! It is my fault!” “Tara?” Brion asked, suddenly confused.

“Your guards were with me that night. If I had not insisted on going to see you, you would have been fine.” Tara could not turn to look at her brother. “And now nothing is fine. Please. I have to fight. I have to finish what has been done to our family, so that I can go home. I am not a little child any more.  You are not, either, I know. But … you--you should not have to fight any more.  Not when those people made you. Even if you want to, you should get a few days to rest, at least, before they ask you to fight. If any of us can have peace, you deserve…” she broke off, thinking of her family’s blood on cloth, and on stone, and on the arena floor.  It was not right. None of the heroes, watching, judging, spoke. The once-Princess Tara did not look away from their still faces,  not even when Brion’s hand touched her cheek. His palm was laced with new calluses. 

#Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Dammit Hedgi Day #Tara Markov #Brion Markov #Young Justice #Tiny Tara is ready to fite and she's going to break when she learns Brion's a traitor :D

[championofnyx]

So if YJ didn’t give Brion his gravity powers, can we pass them along to Gregor? I’m mean it only seems fair. Plus I really, really want to see that boy wreck shop on something, anything.

#I think he needs some stress relief after everything #and I like the visual of his siblings running off to do something stupid until they just start the float #he’d just stare off like in the office #young justice outsiders #Gregor Markov #brion markov

[murrmernator]

Brion would absolutely try get Tara and Gregor to do the squat 👀

how about a different slavic pastime 

#gregor markov #brion markov #geo-force #terra #tara markov #drew them a little younger here #like pre-Tara's kidnapping #young justice #dc #my art

[sugawara--san]

i’m highkey so happy they did good by my girl tara, like the judas contract is used a lot so it’s no surprise when we find out she’s a traitor. but with her other adaptions, it seemed pretty clear who she was going to side with so idk i didn’t really want a redemption for her in those. tbh she pissed me off in those adaptions. but in yj, i like her character a lot more and it definitely shows how conflicted she is and for once I had hopes for her not to betray the team despite knowing the judas contract storyline. and my. girl. came. through. with. the. redemption.

but a markov still went off the rails :o

(not to throw shade cuz it’s not brion’s fault, just damnnn plot twist okay)

#young justice #young justice outsiders #young justice season 3 #terra #tara markov #markovia #geoforce #brion markov #gregor markov #artemis #tigress #artemis crock #nightwing #dick grayson #aquaman #kaldurahm #superboy #conner kent #miss martian #mgann morzz #beast boy #kid flash #blue beetle #cyborg #halo #static #el dorado #deathstroke #slade wilson #wally west