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courtforshort15 · 1 year

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Roses and Sunflowers

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader

Word count: 4,400

Summary: Matt longs for you, hungers for you in a way he hasn't for anyone else before. But is he too late?

Trigger warnings: none. Light angst with a happy ending.

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Matt's lip curls at the scent of the flowers that waft through the office.

They're perched perfectly over on your desk, bathing in the sunlight pouring in from the window, and he imagines them as the typical, cliché rose; red and soft, with thorns carefully removed. Even with yours and his door shut, the presence of the scent is strong, almost staring him directly in the face, and he wants nothing more than to throw them viciously out the window and into the dumpster down below.

He longs to hear the vase shatter, shards of glass exploding at the bottom of the container, until there’s nothing left to piece together.

If he were a rose, he can't help but think he'd be the kind that was kept out of water for too long and left in a heat too sweltering, leaving his thorns still intact, but with petals wilting and drying and eventually falling off. Nothing left but a stem that might make you bleed.

You coo over them and sniff the bouquet randomly throughout the day, and Matt absolutely glowers, hands clenched at his sides, fingers no doubt turning white as they stretch over the knuckles he’d easily split if it meant you were always safe. It's not that the flowers smell bad, it’s the fact that the roses represent a level of sweet and soft he could never hope to achieve.

He glowers because it's the fact that he sent them to you.

Matt knows exactly why he's having the reaction he's having. Matt knows exactly why the flowers, sitting so innocently in the warmth of the sunlight, are offensive. He’s in love with you, earth-shatteringly, heart wrenchingly in love with you, and in the time he's taken to gather up the courage to say something, someone else has stepped in first.

He's spent the past few years rebuilding his life, stone after stone placed into a foundation that might let him begin to move past all the things that have happened to him, all the things that have happened because of him, and all the things that have happened despite him. It’s been a long, arduous journey towards a life that might not be as hard as he so often makes it to be, and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that thinks of you every time another brick is slid into place.

Matt has spent the last few months acknowledging the feelings he has for you; the way you're the first thing on his mind when he's pulled from his sleep, the way you're the last thing on his mind before he goes to bed, and the way you're on his mind every second in between. And while he's been working to make himself the best man he can be, working to make himself a fraction of the person you deserve, he's still never been convinced that he is worthy of you.

He aches for you. Desires you, hungers for you, longs for you.

But despite the way he's been painstakingly putting himself back together, despite the fact he is prepared to give anything and everything up to have you, he is forced with the realization that he…might be too late.

Daniel has stepped in first, and he's so angry that it is his inaction that has given this other man the space to do so. It is his inaction that has perhaps left the place in your life empty, when it could have been filled with Matt's love if he hadn't been too cowardly to say something.

It's only been a few dates with Daniel, he tells himself. Not nearly long enough for true attachment to form, though every time you walk into the office, the scent of another man’s hand on your cheek, the scent of another man's lips on yours, Matt goes insane. It’s a classic case of constricted breathing, tense shoulders, adrenaline seeping through every cell in his body, and Matt’s surprised people can’t see the way he vibrates with rage.

If he could still see, his vision would be filled to the brim with red. Vibrant, vicious red.

Your heartbeat briefly stutters when the flowers are delivered with a sweet note that you later read to Karen, and it makes Matt’s mouth go dry. The words Daniel included with the bouquet are kind and affectionate, but decidedly dull. Matt may have trouble expressing his feelings, romantic or not, but he would never write something so generic, so basic that the note could have been sent to anyone.

Whether it is date one or date one hundred, you deserve words that are carefully put together for you, and you alone.

Matt would pour his heart into a note like that. He would tell you he loves the way he can feel your mouth split into a wide grin when Foggy makes an awful joke. He would tell you he loves the way your soft skin feels against his when you help guide him to whatever destination is next. He would tell you he loves the way your voice gets higher in pitch when you're excited and passionate about something.

Love. Love. Love.

He’d never be able to stop listing the way he loves you.

Matt doesn’t know why, but the flowers and the note lead him to a final breaking point, a realization that he can't let you spend one more minute with someone who would never give you the right words you deserve. He can't spend one more minute pretending that he doesn't feel for you the way he does.

He may not be whole. He may not be pieced together in a way that fits with your own pieces. He may not even be able to give you everything you want, not with the complicated and messy and twisted life he leads. But he will give you everything he has anyway, even if it's not enough, and let you decide if it's something, if he’s something, you could want for the rest of your life.

And if it's not, if he's not…he will tell himself that at least he tried, that at least he is still capable of opening himself up like that, despite all the heartache and abandonment he’s experienced throughout his life. The idea of rejection sits heavily in his stomach, a sickness just waiting to claw its way out, but he forces himself to shove it down and move past it.

Matt intends to broach the topic carefully when he steps into your office as you're packing up to leave earlier than usual, no doubt wanting extra time for your fifth date (yes, he's been counting) with Daniel that evening. He intends to say things gently, say them in a well-practiced order that details how he feels, how he's felt for months, but every line goes out the window the moment you look in his direction.

"Don't go out with him tonight," he says instead, the words ripping themselves through his mouth before he can stop them, and he mentally curses at himself, nails digging into the palm of his hands, white crescents forming and stinging. You pause from where you're currently shoving your laptop into your computer bag, and he can sense the look of bewilderment you’re sending him like it’s been branded into his skin.

"What?"

He clears his throat, more nervous than he's ever been in his life. He’s gone up against actual ninjas, fought enemies who seemed to be more than human, and he hadn’t felt the fear he does at this moment. Matt continues on, though, knowing there’s really no way to backtrack now. The door has been blown wide open, and he’s going to step through it, regardless of the consequences, regardless of the way this conversation has the potential to shred the muscle beating rapidly in his chest.

"I said don't go out with him tonight."

"What are you talking about?" You ask, the tone of your voice still confused as you set your things back down on to your desk. Turning to face him directly, you place your hands on your hips. "Why not?"

"Because I just…I just don't want you to." It’s the lamest excuse he’s ever given to someone, and given the way he used to lie about the various bruises and cuts on his face to a man he’s known for over a decade, that’s saying a lot.

A startled laugh erupts from your chest, and Matt chases it as it bubbles past your lips and into the open air of your office. "You don't want me to go out with Daniel? Why? What's wrong with him?"

Matt cringes with the way your voice has taken on a twinge of defensiveness. The words wash over him, eye almost twitching at the sound of the other man’s name, the other man who he knows has had his lips on yours in the way Matt longs to. "Nothing is wrong with him. He's just not…" He trails off with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.

You don't let him stop there. "Just not what?"

"Me."

Matt swears all air leaves the room, vanishing in a sweeping swoop of a vacuum, and he feels like he might suffocate as he waits for you to say something.

The silence that follows is absolutely torture. At any given moment, Matt has the ability to hear a literal pin drop. But if one were to drop now, falling in the canyon between you and him, the sound would be nothing short of an explosion in his ear.

Yes, the silence is torture, but it's one he will gladly accept if it means he'll have you in the end.

"I shouldn't go out with him because he's not you?" You finally ask, the tone disbelieving. Your arms move to cross over your chest, and it’s as if you’re closing yourself off from him. His face twitches into a wince, knowing how incredulously you must be staring at him. He’s known you long enough to know the differences in your tones of voice, known and loved you long enough that he’s memorized every single cadence and lilt and shift that vibrates up from your vocal chords, and he knows without a doubt that this one is telling him you think he’s insane.

"I-yes. That's what I said." Matt steps further into your office, knowing without seeing the way you’re still standing stiffly next to your desk, your stance still defensive. There’s no turning back now, not when he’s put the words out there, cautious and bold at the same time, curling up and creating a chasm between you that he’s desperate to close. His heart is pounding his chest, and while your heartbeat usually drowns out all else in his life, he can’t hear much else besides the rushing in his ears.

"What does that even mean?" You sound frustrated, and he's not surprised, given how this conversation has popped out of nowhere. You yank a hand through your hair, pulling on the ends, and Matt hears a few strands rip and tear when fingers get pulled through knots. He yearns to be the one to run his fingers through your hair, yearns to feel the silk slide across his palm, and he knows he’d be more gentle with it than you are at the moment.

"It means that he's not right for you. It means that he's not good enough for you."

"And you are?" You ask almost shrilly, and while he might normally be concerned about what has caused your voice to hitch the way it has, he’s too wrapped up in the way the conversation is not happening the way he would have liked it to. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

He laughs despite himself, and there’s a bitter edge to it. "No, I'm not worth a second of your time."

"Then why–"

"But that’s not going to stop me from asking for it anyway."

The twisted sort of quiet that closes rapidly around him is heavy. Matt can feel the tension surrounding him like a thick fog, one that is suffocating and too hot. It’s settling heavy in his lungs, and the longer he stands there, the more anxious he is to get out and flee the rejection he feels is coming.

Your cheeks flush, the heat of them standing out like a beacon that calls him to you despite your anger, and you shift anxiously from foot to foot. You're looking directly at him, and Matt has never felt so exposed in his life. He felt less exposed when Nobu tore his skin to shreds all those years ago, literally ripping him down to the strands and cords of muscle.

You’ve always been able to see right through him. He loves it most days, but right now he feels it might kill him.

Your voice is extremely hesitant when you respond, and he hates how he's the one who has caused it, hates that he’s caused even a single shred of doubt in you, even while he takes every single word and wraps them up under his skin. "You can't…you can't honestly be saying what I think you're saying."

"And what," he clears his throat again, "do you think I'm saying?"

"I think you might be telling me that you don't want me to go out with him because you want me to be with you instead."

Matt doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, because it feels like his throat is closing. Instead, he slowly nods his head, the action hesitant and jerky and unpolished.

"But that's crazy, Matt," you say, your voice shaking, hands lowering and trembling at your sides. He feels the way your head tosses from side to side in bewilderment, hears the way your hair swishes around you, the way it disturbs the warm air surrounding you. "Where is this coming from?"

"I…I've felt this way for a while," he says quietly, the words sounding halting and tentative, even to his own ears. His heart is threatening to punch a hole through his chest, and Matt has to force himself to stay calm. "Unfortunately it took someone else coming into the picture for me to finally say something."

You take a deep, shaky breath, and he can hardly believe it when you take a small step forward. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Matt feels a sharp pain radiate throughout his body, starting in his heart and viciously spreading at a rate he’s helpless to control. "Nothing, if you don't want to. I just…needed to say something."

"Why now?"

"Because the thought of you being with someone else kills me." It’s simply said, leaving no room for a misunderstanding. The words are bold, even while his voice is quiet, but all hesitance is gone. You take a few steadying breaths, heart still racing, and Matt broadens his stance to withstand any blow you’re about to deal. He had walked into this room, ready to lay his heart at your feet, but the longer he’s in here, the more he begins to lose what little hope he’d had.

It’s almost shriveled at his feet, to be honest. Too brittle to pick up and salvage.

“Do you…is that how you really feel?” He nods his head, mouth dry, after you ask the question. A hysterical giggle bubbles up from your throat, startling the two of you, and hand flies to your mouth in a quiet gasp. “I’m sorry, I –”

Heart twinging, Matt cuts you off as he takes a slow step backwards. “Maybe…it’s best I leave.”

You make a strangled sound of surprise at his sudden withdrawl. "Matt, you’re the whole reason why I’m even going out with him," you blurt out, causing him to momentarily stop his backwards retreat out of your office before he continues again, more rushed this time.

Matt recoils, stumbling over his own two feet in a way that hasn’t happened in years, the sting of the statement a searing burn that spreads throughout his body. "I'm…I–"

"Shit…that's not–that's not how I meant that." There’s a flurry of movement when you take a few steps towards him, feet scraping against the carpet in your office. You move to place an arm on his hand, but he swiftly moves away, knowing your touch will burn in a way that is not remotely pleasant, the words still a scorching hiss raking down his skin.

"You don't have to explain yourself," Matt forces out, ignoring the way you suddenly seem desperate.

"No, Matt, please–"

He cuts you off again, trying to build a wall between you and him, needing a wedge to be driven between his declaration and the response he had been dreading, the one he felt he was getting now. "I didn't come in here to make you uncomfortable, or to ruin things between us. I just wanted you to know in case…you feel the same way."

You take a few more quick steps forward before he can turn around again, placing your hand on his arm, and it takes everything in him to not jerk away for the second time. "I'm going out with him because the man I really want has treated me as nothing but a friend. And I've been incredibly grateful for that friendship, so I haven’t wanted to ruin anything," you tell him in one breath, and if it weren’t for his hearing, he might have had an issue hearing each individual word as they blurred together.

There's a savage and instant uptick in his own heart, but he ignores it, unwilling to give into anything that's akin to hope until you've finished speaking.

"I thought that we maybe had some, I don't know…flirtation going on? But he's never said anything, so I've always figured he doesn't feel that way about me. And because he's never wanted more, I've made an effort to try and find someone who does."

Matt can’t think of a time he’s ever been shocked into silence the way he is now, and it takes everything in him to open his mouth and respond. The words are all but choked out, but he at least manages to say them. He’s fully aware of what you’ve just confessed, and he feels the urgent need to clarify.

"What if he wants more? What would you do if he told you he wanted more?"

There’s not a single word that displays even an ounce of hesitation. "Then I'd call Daniel and cancel our date in a heartbeat."

His voice is raspy as the sound is forced out. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And you’re…sure? About that?”

“I’m sure,” you say with another step forward. “Daniel is a nice man, a really nice man. But he’s just been someone I’ve been seeing because I’ve been trying to move on.”

For the first time since the roses were delivered earlier that morning, Matt feels like he can breathe, and he’s greedy as he takes in a full breath, savoring how it feels sliding into his lungs. His chest expands and deflates with the breath, and he’s never felt so whole.

A slow smile catches on his lips, and he's unable to control it from sliding across his face. "Promise me you won’t move on, sweetheart."

His smile widens, his lips splitting into a grin so full it almost hurts, eyes crinkling at the corners, dimple on open display. His blood is still rushing in his ears, but it's a good sound, one filled with anticipation and excitement rather than the panic that had scalded every vein it weaved in and out of. “Cancel the date.”

“Promise me that if I cancel the date, we’ll try to figure out what more means.”

There's a sharp kick in your heart beat. "Yeah?"

Matt keeps his spot next to the door, but moves to lean against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest to help keep his balance as his body practically sighs with relief. Matt’s a sure-footed man, strength harshly beaten into and held in his bones and muscles, but he’s been stiff with nerves since he made the decision to step into your office and lay his heart at your feet, and the adrenaline slowly leaving his body makes him feel shaky.

“And you should probably let me take you out instead.”

You huff out a laugh Matt has long since memorized. “Tonight?”

“On a night where it’s not so last minute,” he tells you with an insistent shake of his head, the motion rapid. “You deserve something that is planned with you in mind.”

The matching grin that spreads across your face is one that he is sure must be blinding, and he’d gladly lose his sight from it all over again just to see it. You’re shaking with some sort of unbridled excitement, the heat of you flashing and burning and crashing against him, and Matt doesn’t think he’s loved you more than in this moment.

“Josie’s and horrible bar food tonight instead?” You suggest as you roll on to the ball of your feet, all but bouncing in place.

A smile is not enough to contain the exhilaration soaring through his system, so he lets out a quick laugh, one that you match readily. “I could probably make that work.”

Your chin tilts up in thought as you consider him. “But with the added stipulation that there’s a kiss at the end of the night.”

He lets out a startled laugh. “Making demands now, are we?” Matt finally takes a step forward, bringing him right in front of you, close enough to feel the heat that’s radiating from your body. He wants nothing more than to press every inch of you against every inch of him with not a single thread of fabric in between, but he supposes this is as good a place to start as any.

“Did you really expect anything else?” Your tone is as cheeky as the smile you must be wearing, he thinks. He reaches out and pushes a stray piece of hair off of your forehead and tucks it behind your ear. He may not know the color, but he knows it feels like silk, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough. His fingertips are calloused, the skin there coarse and rough, and the stark difference is as intoxicating as it is sobering.

Matt’s not sure if he deserves to touch you, not with the hands that have so much blood and grime and pain on them, but now that he’s here, he’s not sure anything could stop him from having his hands on you.

He pretends to think about it for a second, then shrugs. “No, not really. I’ll only accept your request if you grant mine.”

“And what’s your request, then?”

“You let me kiss you right now, too,” he says quietly as he trails a light finger down your cheek, and he hears your sharp intake of breath. You lean into the touch, which encourages him to take that last step towards you, so close that he’s practically brushed against you.

“I can agree to that,” you murmur just as softly, the words gentle as they caress his face. Your head tilts back slightly, ready to accept his lips on yours, and Matt doesn’t have it in him to leave you waiting for long. There’s just a split second between your words and his actions, and before he knows it, he’s leaning forward to press his mouth softly against yours.

It's like a surge of what electricity feels like against his sensitive skin, this kiss that surpasses any other time someone's lips have been against his, and before it even ends, he's longing for the second one.

When he reluctantly pulls away, he brushes the back of his knuckles down the length of your arm, smiling when the skin breaks out in goosebumps, each tiny ridge like braille under his fingertips, and Matt longs to read every inch of your skin just to see what it might tell him. The arm in question is currently curled around his waist, holding him to you in a way that suggests you’re breathless and having trouble standing, and it makes the heat boiling underneath his skin flare even brighter.

"One more thing,” he whispers, mouth just slightly above yours, hovering and inhaling every shuddering breath that leaves your lips. He can faintly hear your eyelashes flutter as you open your eyes, head still tilted up at his.

“Yes?”

His lips brush against the corner of your mouth. “Toss the flowers."

Your head pulls back ever so slightly in confusion, but the hand on your cheek brings you back to him when it shifts to cup your jaw instead. "Why–"

"Because roses are sweet, but they're not your favorite."

There’s another sharp intake of breath that is rooted in surprise. "And you think you know what is?"

He doesn’t respond. All he does is smirk and lean down to kiss you again, craving the way your lips feel like satin underneath his.

Of course he knows. How could he not?

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A bouquet of sunflowers are placed on your desk the next morning, and the scent becomes a new favorite, second only to the scent of you wrapped around him.

They're accompanied by a note that is meant specifically for you, just a fraction of the words he's been wanting to tell you for months now, and the way your heartbeat falls to a complete stop, the way your cheeks flood will a warmth that echoes the way your lips had felt against his last night, the way you keep the note to yourself this time, tells him all he needs to know when it comes to the way you feel about him.

He knows you told him how you felt last night, but the physical reaction is a soothing balm over years of not believing he deserved even a second of the affection you had pressed against his lips so willingly. You've decided that the pieces of you fit the pieces of him like they've always been meant to be glued together to form one picture, and he'll do everything in his power to be worthy of that.

He's yours, he has been for months now, but now he knows you might be his.

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evegwood · 8 months

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how do you atually write a script for a comic fhhhdhdhdh like do you write it the same as a movie script idk how to start

My basic system is using bulletpoints inside a table. Each table cell is a page, which is handy for planning page spreads, and each bulletpoint is a panel. This script also divvies up the scenes by colour so I can block out how long each scene is:

Because I'm the sole artist, I don't include any information that is obvious to me; that means expressions, poses, or individual panel sizes don't usually make it into the script. If there's something really dramatic and important I'll include it, but otherwise I tend to work out character poses when I'm thumbnailing or pencilling. I'm already kind of laying out the page in my mind when I'm writing so when I go back to actually draw it I'm like yeah I know exactly what face Vic is pulling here.

I do also have @spiremint on board now as colourist but because I don't really think in colour I don't have any notes for that in the script. Instead, I make notes on the inked/pencilled version of the page when I'm sending it to Spire for the colour script. Those notes will say stuff like the mood I'm going for, the weather, what happens in the scene so he can give me some cool alternate background colours. Spire never sees the script, it really is just for me when I'm pencilling/lettering, and then I discard it and work from what I have in front of me. It's a stepping stone tool, not a strict guideline of what the page should look like.

That's how I write a script, but you can write your script literally however you want! If it's just for you to read, you only need to include as much information as you find important. For some people that's everything because they either can't envision the scene without a description or because they want to make sure they don't miss anything important out, and for some people it's the most barebones thing imaginable. If it works for you, just do it!! You don't need to write a script like you would for a movie unless you really want to, or it's for someone else to see. Do you want to see the entirety of my script for the Chapter 5 lasertag scene?

Now here's a more helpful answer. I always start with an outline of what exactly needs to happen on each page so I don't need to work too hard figuring out how many panels should pass before I need a page break. Example:

You will probably want to think about three main things when putting your script together: dialogue, environment, and character. Each panel is an individual moment in time. That means you shouldn't have too many things happening in a single panel, and one panel should generally only have one dialogue moment, one environment note, and one character action. Someone can't jump up in alarm and then look relieved all in one panel, because that's two character actions (and would also be pretty difficult to draw but shh). A character shouldn't (can, but shouldn't) say they want to leave, then change their mind and ask for another drink all in one panel, because that's two dialogue moments. For environment notes, you really shouldn't have an explosion and the hidden treasure revealed all in one panel, because that's two environment notes. You don't need to stretch everything out into its own panel, but make sure you watch for too many things of the same category happening in one panel.

That's a lot of info, but I hope it helps!

I'm doing a little Q&A right now to celebrate the launch of the Inhibit: Book Two Kickstarter! If you have a question about Inhibit, comics in general, or anything else, shoot me an ask 🔥

#asks #ama #anonymous

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jerichogender · 2 years

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i know that this scene was written before marv & george came up with joey as a character, but if you take the wilsons’ backstory into consideration, this is an especially ruthless thing for slade to do

[ID: A comic book panel from The New Teen Titans. Slade Wilson is holding a knife to Sarah Simms’ throat. Sarah is terrified and Vic Stone is scowling at Slade. Vic: “Us for you, Sarah. So we’re here…Let her go.” Slade: “First, I want to clear up a few things…No games, no double-crosses. You become targets at ground zero…Or Miss Simms here gets a second mouth. End ID.]

and later on, joey starts volunteering at sarah’s school, so i can only imagine how she would react if she ever found out the family connection. “deathstroke?! he kidnapped me once and almost slit my throat open. he said he’d give me a second mouth, joey. i still have nightmares about it sometimes. he’s your father?”

#reskimming ntt & damn slade is a cutthroat bastard #slade wilson #sarah simms #joey wilson #ntt

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netherfeildren · 6 months

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hello vic, it’s vatican garden anon again back from my european vacation…. i’ve been trying to figure out how to put this in words and will probably come up short on what i want to express BUT lemme give it a go.

i know when you replied to my initial ask you said “take that back” in regards to me saying your words matched the artwork i was viewing but no girl, i stand by that statement wholeheartedly. a couple days after being in the vatican i visited the borghese gallery and got the chance to see bernini’s rape of proserpina, a piece i have been wanting to see irl for about 10 years and was finally able to do so. and though it’s beauty and magnificence struck me like a dagger to the chest i couldn’t stop remembering your words in TCC when din is chasing reader and finally catches her. i couldn’t stop seeing them in the stone. the way you are able to help create distinct images in your readers’ minds rivals that of published authors. i’ve read so many books and fanfic through the years and none of it has stuck with me in such a deep way like your pieces do. like dude, i’m out here looking at sculptures and paintings and what comes to mind is something you wrote and i read weeks ago.

i don’t know much about anything but i do know your writing matches thousand year old masterpieces AND that i will be here tooting your horn whenever you post new pieces. you are a gift to this community and i hope you continue being unhinged as hell here and on twitter cause man do you give me some laughs with the stuff you post over on that hellhole.

ps PINK — fantastic magnificent jaw dropping panty soaking piece of writing there. i don’t know how you came up with that idea but girl am i GLAD you did. the daddy kink the slight breeding kink the fucking your ex-husband’s DAD, my god. you ticked a good chunk off my list. i can’t wait to see how you bring it all together in the last chapter.

hugs and kisses,

vatican garden non 🫶🏽

hello, my friend. apologies for sitting on this for a few days, but you’ve truly left me speechless this time. a mere thank you seems entirely ineffectual and redundant so i’m only going to say it once and not go on and on and that’s it. thank you truly from the bottom of my heart so much. your words and your kindness mean everything to me because to be honest my writing means everything to me and for you to share the way you feel about my work with me… there are no words. i really truly appreciate you so much.

i love the borghese, one of my favorite museums in the whole world. i feel like the focus is always on proserpina’s face, so tragic, unbelieving, etc. but pluto’s expression is what i always remember the most, that evil smirk like he knows he’s caught is prize and is so triumphant in it. i have a lot of bernini saved in the tcc pinterest board so it seems as if i’ve somewhat captured the atmosphere i was going for.

i hope you had an amazing time on your trip and i’m so glad to hear you’ve finally gotten to see the sculpture. i hope it was all you’d imagined and more. and please, let’s not draw attention to my very personal private internet diary where i act completely normal and sane and not at all unhinged.

one million hugs and kisses in return :)

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reversecreek · 3 months

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welcome to marina, LANA JAMESON ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for THREE YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a INSTAGRAM / EDITORIAL MODEL. everyone also says they look a lot like SADIE SOVERALL. what do you think?

“below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?” — Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as lavish as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

ummm DISASTROUS romantic history honestly... riddled w beastly men and intense situationships n toxic cheating dynamics just. a lot.

went to uni for ballet n joining a travelling dance company bt. was kicked out fr excessive inebriation tht got in the way of her rehearsal times etc. now she just kind of insta models n does a few editorial shoots for realisation par n lingerie brands n such

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. womanhood as nonconsensual performance. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think

she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n 99% of them haven't lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them

ummmm ya lets plot sexies

#marina:intro #me recycling an old intro mercilessly

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🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷

WARNING: FLUFF, ANGST, MUSH, HURT, COMFORT.

⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷⊶☾⊷❍⊶☽⊷❍⊶☾⊷

COMMENT DOWN BELOW & FOLLOW.

#artemis crock #conner kent #dick grayson #kaldur'ahm #m'gann m'orzz #wally west #dc comics imagine #ocs #young justice #dc oneshot #dc crossover #spitfire #supermartian #dick grayson x oc #kaldur'ahm x oc #jackson hyde #kon el #megan morse

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another-corpo-rat · 4 months

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For the WIP Game - pockets of stones

omg you have no idea how excited i am to ramble about this one

pockets of stones has been a wip of mine since the '23 cyberhanami, mostly left on the shelf for two reasons; 1, at the time i couldn't fit it into any of the themes, and 2, i was (still am) feeling a little bit out of my scope with it cos it's imagery heavy at points and i worry about getting too purple-prosy with it like i have the visual in mind which i dont normally have when writing, which is making me a bit hesitant with it - still excited tho! its a weird feeling towards a wip lmao

i think what adds to my hesitance and back and forthness with it is cos i wanna present some headcanons for Smasher's backstory within it too. the basics of it is that Smasher lets Victoria connect into his biomon - a damn heavy gesture of trust, and lets her slip beyond that a summary taken from my disjointed notes:

she sees through his eyes, Glimpses of a childhood too fractured to be healthy, the scared, frightened pitch of a child calling for his momma through smoke and debris. He pulls her from that one, pushes her into another. She staggers – he staggers, feet unsteady, throbbing pain in his jaw. A thumb wipes at the blood and spittle had been knocked, throws himself at the other man, pins him – thumbs digging into his eyes.

the title is taken from the lyrics of a Florence + The Machine song, What the Water Gave Me - which ties into a kinda ocean/abyss metaphor about Smasher's memories and how they present themselves to Victoria

and how terrible is it that this is probably my longest sitting wip yet i have nothing snippet wise to even present lmao, so i hope the quick notes i have helps sum up the gist better than me rambling-

Vic dips into Smasher’s memories – buildings and rooms, lockers and files. Most important things people usually have in safes or behind some imagined security Smasher’s is like a stream – a digital torrent that brushes past her ankles in a steady pulse, memories brushing against her, flashes of his life, instances he is forced to keep by the black box. Follows its course, looking out to where it feeds into a pitch black sea until she’s no longer following but being dragged in Deeper – black surrounds her; great beast comes with an open maw – her hands come to rest on its snout, pressing in and feeling thr thrum of memories beneath; flashes of emotions. 'Shark' = his memories of Kei Arasaka. Looks up to the light, finds many of the beasts circling her One brushes against her, gently – Michiko Arasaka Another nudges, brushing past roughly but ultimately uncaring – x character – slight glimpse of backstory; an old friend. Easy to chase but she lets go, reaching instead for the gentler creature of Michiko, brushing into that warmth that gently eases her upwards, out of the abyss; flashes of those memories; a young Michiko whispering Adam’s name in the darkness, cradling one large calloused hand of his gemini between her delicate own.

#tag game

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watchmenanon · 1 year

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"--what you can do now, Victor. Your physical strength is just the tip of the iceberg. The tip of the tip.

In a world of ones and zeroes, you are the absolute master. No firewall can stop you. No encryption can defy you. We're all at your mercy, Vic. From our power grids to our telecommunications, everyone's lives are controlled and dominated by complex digital networks that will bend, without effort, to your will.

The fate of the world will literally rest in your hands.

Its entire nuclear arsenal, you could launch with a thought.

The world's monetary systems and its complex interactions will seem as easy to manipulate for you as a child's plaything.

The question-- No, the challenge... Won't be doing it. It will be not doing. Not seeing. It is the burden of this responsibility that will define you and who you choose to be.

Victor... Victor, these are the words and deductions of a scientist. That's how I've been speaking to you.

Now, let me speak to you from my heart. Not as a scientist, as a father. Huh, your father twice over. I brought you into the world and back to it. You can't imagine how proud I am, of who you are, have always been. So many years with you I've wasted, so many wrongs I've left un-righted. Everything breaks, Victor. Everything changes. The world is hurt, broken, unexchageable. The world's not fixed in the past, only the future. The not yet. The now. The now is you. Now, now is your time, Victor. To rise. Do this, be this, the man I never was, the hero that you are. Take your place among the brave ones. The ones that were, that are, that have yet to be. It's time you stand...fight...discover...heal, love, win. The time is now."

—Silas Stone's complete message to Victor in Zack Snyder's Justice League.

#zsjl #zack snyder's justice league #zack snyder #happy zsjl's day to everybody who celebrates it!#silas stone #victor stone #cyborg

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loetise · 2 years

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love starters, accepting. ˎˊ˗

vic mentions something about a surprise in the woods, and allie couldn’t be more excited. there was nothing but a light squeal as he threw her over his shoulder. laughter spills from her lips, kicking her feet gently in glee. she watches the world from beyond his back, content in not knowing where they’re going. she loves surprises! “ is it, like, a long, long walk? ” she asks, curiously, shifting only slightly so she could find his gaze, only to squeeze her eyes shut once she had turned. “ oh, sorry! i, like, totes’ forgot i wasn’t supposed to look behind me! ”

to keep her curious mind occupied, always searching and looking and peeking, allie daydreams instead. she imagines nothing but a single daisy in the woods, and her heart flutters. a castle entwined by vines, no stone walls and only the green earth. “ let me get a hint! ” she cries out, suddenly, playfulness teasing the edges of her voice. “ please? pretty please? i love guessing games! ”

@butvic, " i’m just going to pick you up. "

#𖥸 ₊ * “ in character ” … whoever said that life is beautiful was‚ in a sense‚ mostly right.#𖥸 ₊ * “ verse: main ” … we have forgotten how to be good guests‚ how to walk lightly on the earth.#butvic

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televison-series-final-project · 1 year

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LGBTQ+ representation in Doom Patrol

Doom Patrol is a superhero series created by Jeremy Carver that is currently broadcast on HBO Max and is based on DC comics of the same title. The pilot aired on 15th February 2019 and the ongoing fourth season was announced to be the last one as the series was canceled.

The main storyline follows a group of characters Larry Trainor, Rita Farr, Vic Stone “Cyborg”, Jane, and Cliff Steel who, as a result of traumatic events, received superpowers and, in some cases, immortality. However, most of the protagonists, except for Vic, consider themselves not superheroes but outcasts, and therefore they do not want to save people or the world, instead facing their own problems. Things change when one of the secondary characters Chief who kept them safe and protected for years, is kidnapped by the series' antagonist Mr. Nobody.

As for the structure, the first season of Doom Patrol consists of fifteen episodes and contains elements of serial and episodic storytelling with both kernels and satellites. The former focus on Mr. Nobody and the threat he poses and the latter explores various topics important to the main characters such as trauma, family, and sexuality which are crucial to the message of the whole series.

Doom Patrol sends a positive message about being part of the LGBTQ+ community, encourages embracing one’s sexuality, but also reminds of homophobia experienced for many generations and how diverse non-heteronormative people are.

Doom Patrol encourages embracing one’s sexuality. According to research conducted in 2018, tv series on streaming platforms are more open to LGBTQ+ themes and storylines [1] and the production is a good example of it. In episode eight of the season, titled “Danny Patrol” two main characters Vic and Larry visit Danny the Street – “the sentient teleporting gender queer street”[2] that is a safe space for everyone who has been excluded by society for some reason. In the above scene, Larry who entered one bar on the street imagines that he sings with everyone the song “People like us” by Kelly Clarkson. It is worth mentioning that in the first episode of the series, it is already stated that Larry identifies as gay, his orientation is a large part of his storyline, and in the comic books that are partially adapted by the series, he was the first character rewritten as the member of LGBTQ+ community in 1989[3], so it is important that he sings the song and not Vic whose sexual orientation was not defined in the first season. In addition to that, when Larry “gives” his performance in the club, a drag queen, Maura Lee Karupt, joins him on the stage as well as the rest of the audience. People of different genders and ethnicities are dancing and singing, dressed in various ways. In such a manner, the scene shows how the community of people who for some reason cannot find their place in “normal” society, can be diverse and colorful which is significant for the representation as most tv series mainly introduce white gay men as their protagonists. [4]

Moreover, The aesthetics of the scene itself is very lively, and colorful and some of the characters wear extravagant costumes. Everything seems to be good, and everyone seems to be happy and full of life. People here are different and everyone accepts them as they are.

Furthermore, The lyrics are also very important for this analysis as Larry sings:

“They can't do nothing to you, they can't do nothing to me

This is the life that we choose, this is the life that we bleed

So throw your fists in the air

Come out, come out if you dare

Tonight we're gonna change forever”

These words, sung by a group of diversified characters who more likely had experience prejudice before they lived at Danny the Street, make the series show that there is nothing wrong with being different and one’s identity should not be hidden but embraced.

Doom Patrol throughout many episodes shows the viewer how diverse non-heteronormative people are. The previously presented video clip presented characters belonging to the LGBTQ+ community as diverse, colorful, and full of energy. On the contrary, episode eleven “Frances Patrol” focuses on Larry and his old lover John Bowers. Despite Larry’s immortality, they are both of a similar age and had a relationship before Larry's accident after which they parted their ways. However, in the mentioned above episodes, Larry finally visits the elderly John and reconciles with him soon before his death. The scene shown in the photo presents the moment when together, after their serious conversation, they look at the together sunset for the last time.

The representation of elderly LGBTQ+ people in media is still insufficient and according to Malcolm Sargeant “There is some evidence that elder LGBT people suffer from discrimination within the community. The ‘‘gay scene’’ is said to be youth orientated. The elder members of the LGBT community who participated in research was that the pervasive story amongst older gay men is that visible signs of ageing can mark one as undesirable or unwelcome in gay culture”[5]. The series showing two older gay men spending the last moment of one of them argues that LGBT representation should not only include young people. The scene itself is very peaceful and the camera shot leaves the viewer as a distant observer of this intimate scene. In addition to that, the colors are warm, and the sunset can be associated with typical scenes from romantic films, which are mostly focused on heteronormative relationships. This scene can be seen as romantic and calm, which is a great opposite to the previous scene with a song. The series shows the different needs of LGBTQ+ community members of different ages. On the one hand, Doom Patrol shows young non-heteronormative people with their own ideas and beliefs, but on the other hand, it remembers older generations and presents different ways to express yourself, and validates both of them.

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richardxoliverxmayhew · 3 months

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your name: Victor Trevor

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: I think we go out enough as it is. I like the idea of spending the night in together.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: The latter sounds more delightful, not to mention you could bite into one while I'm holding it between my lips.

What's your perfect date?: Spending the evening at your place perhaps, and playing some relaxing music while we prepare our dinner together.

Would you cook for me?: I would love to, but I'm afraid I've never had an excuse to cook before now.

Would you let me cook for you?: Absolutely. I have more faith in your cooking than mine, anyway.

Can we make-out?: I would hold it against you if we didn't.

Make out in private or in public?: Private would be preferable.

Do you like to cuddle?: With you? Always.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: The former.

Couch or bed?: Bed would be more comfortable and convenient.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Drawing, reading, playing the piano, collecting certain flowers and stones during my walks.

Tell me something about you no else knows: I attempt at writing poetry from time to time, especially when I'm inspired by a particular someone.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I can't imagine being anyone else's.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I can be an attentive companion, and I would spare nothing when it comes to your happiness.

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

"A nigh' in with ye' filled with a home-cooked meal, strawberries, and music-- which I hope ye' and I can dance to in the privacy of our home. Tha' sounds like a perfect Valentines Day. I cannae' imagine a be'er idea. If you'd like, I can show ye' how to make some lovely roast. We can then pair it with a red wine, maybe."

"Also, ye' write poetry? I had no idea ye' wrote poetry. Seriously, is there anythin' ye' cannae' do? Remind me again how somebody as talented as ye' decided to end up with an idiot like me. Either way, y'know this means I'm really keen to hear one of yer' brilliant poems now. Och, pleeeaaase, Vic?"

#vxctorx #answered ask;#HES HALF OF MY SOUL AS THE POETS SAY;#//these two <3 (affectionately)//#//honestly the fact that Vic just wants a simple night in alone is just so lovely//#//because Richard feels like he needs to compensate for not having much by planning a fancy night out//#//but this is perfect 🥺//#//also Richard is throwing Vic the biggest puppy dog eyes to hear his poems now 😌//#//thank u for this mi luv <3//

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Victor Stone dating headcanons pls

I love you nonnie, I really do. Thank you for this 😭

Okay so this may be more focused on the Victor Stone from Doom Patrol, so yeah

•Victor is a sweet caring boyfriend, he truly likes to hang out with you, but after the accident he hadn't been the extrovert guy. It took time for him to be himself again, those rough times surely made your relationship stronger.

•Vic tends to get self conscious about his appearance. Watching couples without robot parts made him wonder if you would love him more if he was more human.

•As I said before, Victor is caring boyfriend. Whenever he can he brings you some sweets or just a little gift, and when he hands it to you he always have a little cheeky smile.

•His dad isn't really sure about you being together, as much as he likes you as a person, he thinks you will distract Victor. Vic tries to assure him that you're not a distraction, but his pops is stubborn.

•You tended to go and watch him play football, now you cherish him in his training for the JL.

•You're there for him when he's feeling horrible about himself. Hearing him talk so harsh of his condition breaks your heart, but it's pretty weird for Victor to talk about this kind of things. So you just stay quiet and let him rant, you sometimes hug him or kiss his forehead once his over, hoping that would ease his pain in some way.

•You both get competitive when you're playing video games, a simple little game can turn into a battle field when it comes to you. The loser have to suck up with the winner mockery.

•He likes to grab your waist when you're walking down the street or just throw an arm over your shoulder.

•Victor kisses are really sweet and gentle, he loves to kiss you, but he isn't a huge fan of Cliff/Titans comments.

•He wasn't sure to bring you to Doom Mansion, but you eventually meet all of his peculiar friends and they were pretty nice to you, even Hammerhead in her own way.

•Car rides at night are a common thing when you're bored and dosen't anything else to do. You will go around the city, eating junk food and jamming out to your favorite songs. The Weekend songs are top tier in your little adventures.

•Why I see Victor being the type of dude who leaves "good morning" and "good night" text with these kind of emojis 💗😚💓💘💕? Idk but it's sweet so let's roll with it ✌🏽

•Vic is a supportive boyfriend and he will be right beside you cheering you in whatever activity you do.

• "That's my baby!" It's the most common phrase he uses when you do something cool on your activities.

#answered #victor stone #victor stone imagine #victor stone x reader #vic stone #vic stone x reader #vic stone imagine #vic stone headcanon #victor stone headcanon #doom patrol #doom patrol imagine #doom patrol headcanons #dc imagine #dcu #dc doom patrol

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buttterknifeee · 3 years

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Sisters- Teen Titans x Aquagirl Reader

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Summary: You don't get along well with your own siblings, but maybe you'll get along well with Starfire's super-cool, definitely-not-evil sister!

Pairings: Platonic! Starfire x reader

Word Count: 3575

A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry for posting this so late I just did this one a lot slower lol. Unfortunately, school's starting soon so I won't be able to write as often. I'm still working on 2 fics so keep that in mind if you want to request!

Carnivals were the best invention in the world, you decided. The rides, the food, the games, and you only get to enjoy it a few times a year. So when the carnival does come to visit, you always make sure to enjoy it as much as you can.

“Don’t you just lovvvveee carnivals?” You say, walking next to Raven.

“Well, Beast Boy and Cyborg have been trying to win an animal from a single game for the past hour and Robin and Starfire are probably making out on the ferris wheel, so not as much as you.” she says, staring straight ahead. The others had paired up and set off when you first entered the carnival, so that left you with Raven. And as much as you love Raven, you love her in a “meditating/book club” way, not a “fun adventure” way. You approached the two boys as they finally won their carnival game prize.

“Told you we’d win a prize” Beast Boy grinned at Raven, holding a toy chicken to her face.

“A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” She said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Robin jumped in front of the four of you.

“Titans! Trouble!” He yelled, standing up from a crouching position.

“Where’s Starfire?” Cyborg asked.

“That's the trouble,” Robin said, then promptly took off. The four of you followed him close behind. He brings the four of you to a dock, where you finally see the “trouble” Robin was talking about. Starfire was being chased by a flying, squid-like space robot with tentacles and everything. She flies past the five of you, the flying machine doing the same.

“Who’s her new best friend?” Beast Boy asks, staring at the scene before you.

“Don’t know, but I can’t wait to meet him,” Robin said.

Starfire hid behind you as the flying machine continued to follow her. Beast Boy turned into an alligator and tried to attack the robotic squid, but missed. You tried to hit it with jets of water, but it bounced off of its exterior. Raven threw a hot dog cart at the machine with her telekinesis, but it simply tore straight through the cart. Cyborg grabbed onto the tentacles and strained as the machine tried to get away.

“Don't know what you did to make this thing mad, Star, but it couldn't hurt to apologize!” Cyborg yelled, trying to keep a grip on the tentacles.

“I am… sorry?” Starfire apologizes confusingly, taking shelter behind a grimacing Robin.

Cyborg loses grip on the mysterious space squid as Robin jumps forward. He hits the machine hard with his staff and it falls into the water. A moment of silence falls onto the six of you.

“So, did we just win?” Beast Boy asked.

His answer came in the form of the machine crashing through the floor and back into the sky. Robin jumps onto it.

“Don’t see an OFF switch,” He yells. “Guess I’ll have to make one!” He punches into the side of the machine. The machine goes haywire, and Robin jumps off of it before it flies crazily into the sky and blows up. Since there were already fireworks, any regular citizens could have easily mistaken it for one of the big finals. You turned your attention to Starfire.

“Starfire, are you alright?” you ask. She nodded with a small smile.

“Whatever that thing was, it can’t hurt you now.” Robin said, now next to her again.

Starfire frowned. “But… why did it wish to hurt me at all?”

You found yourself back in the tower after such an eventful night. Despite being attacked by some alien machine, Starfire seemed to be in a cheery mood.

“I shall thank you for my rescue by reciting the Poem of Gratitude, all six thousand verses.” She said, a giant smile on her face. You and the others stopped dead in your tracks, not excited for how the rest of the night will seem to go.

“I think ‘thank you’ cuts it,” You say.

Suddenly, you hear a voice. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” The voice belonged to a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Starfire. She had long, black hair, and wore a black outfit similar to Starfire, except hers had more metal components. The mystery girl continued.

“When we were little, I was always rescuing Starfire.”

“Sister!” Starfire squealed, running to hug her. Starfire’s sister smiled, holding up a necklace with a large green gem as the pendant.

“A Centauri Moon Diamond?? Where did you get-”

“On the Centauri Moons of course.” the sister said, fastening the necklace around Starfire’s neck. “Oh look, it matches your eyes.” Starfire smiled brightly. You remember that you’ve been staring at the two of them interacting when she turns to the five of you.

“I wish to introduce my big sister,” Starfire said. Her sister stepped in front of her.

“Blackfire,” she said. “ And since Star told me all about the Titans in her transmissions, let me guess.” She walks over to Cyborg.

“Cyborg,” She guessed correctly.

“Pleased to meet you little lady,” Cyborg says, holding out his hand. She takes it and you hear the sound of metal bending. Cyborg holds up his hand, now bent out of shape.

“Little lady, big handshake. Well alright!” he says with a smile. Blackfire moves on.

“Raven. I like that gemstone on your Ajna chakra,” Blackfire says.

“You know about chakras?” Raven asked, mildly impressed.

“I got way into meditation on Altara Prime.” She says casually. She then turned to you.

“Aquagirl. Oh my god your outfit is soooo cute! And your hair, how do you get it so healthy?” She said, clasping your hands. Her voice was nothing like Starfire’s; it was much smoother, and more confident, not to mention she had the American accent down.

“Mix of coconut oil, avocado, and a cabinet full of hair ointments” you wink.

“You’ll have to give me tips.” she winked back.

She continued her introductions, finally getting to Robin. She was all over him, complimenting his outfit, calling his mask ‘mysterious’, etc. You saw Starfire steaming with anger, even if she didn’t show it. She intercepted them as Blackfire got close to his face.

“So beloved sister, what brings you to Earth?” Starfire asks, an annoyed grin spread across her face.

“I was in the quadrant. Thought I'd see if Earthlings like to party.” She said, hopping onto the couch. “Besides, I needed a rest. Nearly got sucked into a black hole on the way here.” Immediately, the three boys rushed over to her, the three of you girls still behind them. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the three teens crowding around Blackfire.

“Black hole?”

“No way!”

“Cool”

You could feel Blackfire’s smirk as she began her story.

“Okay. I’m cruising through Draconis Nebula and-”

Starfire interrupted. “Sister! That nebula is full of black holes! You know travel there is forbidden.” The four teens on the couch stared at her.

“Most fun things in life are. Now be a sweetie and bring me one of those sodas I've heard so much about.” Blackfire waved at her and turned back to the boys. You heard her continue the story, but all you could focus on was Starfire grumbling towards the fridge. You look at Raven; your way of saying Ill go after her.

You find Starfire taking a soda can out of the fridge, talking to herself.

“Starfire?” you ask. She flinches at your approach, almost dropping the soda in her hand.

“Oh! Aquagirl. You have caught me off guard, my apologies,” she rubs her neck, blushing.

“You alright? You seemed a little worked up back there,” you say as the teen straightened herself up.

“Oh it's nothing, it's just that…” she sighed, closing the refrigerator. “My sister has always acted in such a way that can cause me to feel… annoyed.”

“Oh well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here.” She hugs you, still holding the can of soda.

“Thank you my friend”

The next day, You were sitting in your room. Starfire barged in while you were rubbing the water from your head with your towel.

“Oh hey Starfire! What's up?” you smile, putting the towel onto your bed.

“Aquagirl! Have you seen Blackfire?” she asked. You noticed that she seemed distressed, but decided to answer her question first.

“Oh! We just went surfing! She crushed those waves!” You say, reminiscing. She was surprisingly good at surfing, especially since she told you it was her first time. Starfire frowned.

“Oh. alright.” you frowned back at her answer.

“Well, I think she might be with Robin right now. Is everything alright?” you ask. Her face turns bright red at the mention of Robin’s name.

“N- I mean, yes! Everything is alright. I must go.” She slammed the door before you could say anything. You wanted to go after her, but you figured since she left so quickly, she's probably not in the mood to talk. You went about your day, still a little worried about her.

Nighttime fell, and you sat on the couch with the other Titans, relaxing after an uneventful day. Starfire skipped in holding popcorn, candy, and a bunch of CDs.

“Friends! I invite you to join me in the togetherness of a stay-home movie night. I bring you popcorn and non-cotton candies. Tell me, what sort of movie shall we view?”

“Action,” said Robin.

“Romance!” you cheered.

“Comedy.” spat Beast Boy.

“Sci-fi” Cyborg offered.

“Horror.” Raven said flatly. Starfire drops her goodies.

“Perhaps a double feature?” she asked.

“Forget the flicks, kids.” You looked up to see Blackfire, now dressed in Starfire’s clothes. “We’re going out!”

“We are? Where did you- How did you-” Starfire stuttered, obviously confused by her sister’s new look.

“Heard about a party downtown,” Blackfire continued, ignoring her sister. “Cool crowd, hot music”

“Sound’s nice!” you say.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy agrees.

“I’m in!” Cyborg says.

“Why not?” Robin smiles. Raven kept looking at her book.

“And it's in an abandoned warehouse,” Blackfire adds. Raven looked up from her book, her way of saying that she's in. You all began to leave. You noticed Starfire still standing where she was, looking a bit sadder.

“Starfire? you coming?” you asked, walking by her.

“Oh um, I guess I will go,” she said, hanging her head a bit. You looked at her but she didn’t meet your eyes. Maybe she’s tired, you thought, walking to catch up with the other titans.

You entered the party, taking in the colorful lights and dancing teens. You followed Blackfire onto the dance floor, who seemed to already be dancing.

“Step aside Earthlings, the queen of the galaxy has arrived!” she cheered, swaying her hips with the other teens. She looks at the rest of you, a smirk on her face.

“Now don't tell me you big tough superheroes are afraid of a little dancing.” she says, beckoning you to do so. The boys joined in, and you noticed that Raven left the dance floor with a boy. The only people who weren’t dancing were you and Starfire. Starfire looked scared, she was clutching her new necklace, and you swore that she said something about shovels. You came up to her and took her hand.

“Let’s go Starfire, I think you need some air.” you say, leading her to the stairwell.

You sat next to her on the roof, both awkwardly silent.

“So, what's wrong?” you finally say.

“It’s my sister again,” she sighs. “It feels as though she has stolen you all from me, and I don’t know how to keep that from happening.”

“Hey. we’ll always be your friends, just as you’ll be ours. And she didn’t steal us from you, we just thought she was cool and all-” you were cut off by a yell from the part below.

“YO A.G.!!! YOU GOTTA COME DOWN HERE!!!” Cyborg yelled. You looked at the direction of the sound and then back at Starfire, who was staring at the ground.

“Oh- uh they probably need me, I’ll be right back,” You say, rubbing her arm. “HANG ON I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!”

You race down to the dance floor and see Cyborg dancing.

“YO THEY’RE TOTALLY PLAYING YOUR SONG!” he yelled. Ugh I should get back to Starfire but they are totally playing my song, you thought. You look at Cyborg again, who was waving at you to join him. You see Robin next to you and pull him aside.

“Hey Aquagirl! Where’s Starfire?” He asked. You cross your arms.

“She’s upstairs on the roof. Listen, she’s super down in the dumps right now, I think you should talk to her.” You say. He nods and leaves, heading towards the stairs. You sigh as you go back to join your other friends. You bump into Blackfire, who was now sporting a neon pink wig.

“Um, nice wig,” you say.

“Thanks hot stuff. Where’s Robin? I saw you with him earlier.” She asked, still dancing. You weren’t sure if it was the best idea to tell her.

“He’s uhhhhhhh….” you try to stall.

“... with Starfire.” she finishes. You turn to see her staring through the glass roof, where you could see Robin and Starfire sitting together. She turns to the rest of you.

“One sec guys!” She winks. Less than a minute goes by and she reappears with Robin. You make eye contact; he seemed annoyed by being back here.

“We HAVE to dance to this song!” she says, starting to dance again next to Robin. He steps away from her.

“Sorry, but I’m going to check on Starfire again.” Robin says, heading to the stairwell again. Blackfire follows him, trying to get him to return, leaving you with Cyborg and Beast Boy. They continue to dance and you roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you notice Starfire fighting something. You squint at her location, then realize that what she's attacking is one of the robots from yesterday. You look at the two boys who’ve quite literally been dancing the whole time.

“Cyborg! Beast Boy! Starfire’s in trouble!” You yell, already running towards the exit. Suddenly, another of those robots appears out of nowhere.

“What the- AHHHHH!!!!” you scream as the robot latches onto you and drags you away. The two boys try to follow you but a third robot attacks them, leaving you to still be stuck in the clutches of the space robot. You see Raven hanging out with the boy from earlier (they’d be a cute couple huh) and she spots you. She flies after you, flinging two robots towards the machine as you finally break free. Starfire crashes into the room through the ceiling and lands in the crates, Cyborg and Beast Boy still taking on the other robot.

All three of the robots start chasing Starfire, and she flies around the room trying to lose them. Cyborg knocks into them and lays some punches, you trying to short circuit them by spraying them with water. One of the robots hits Cyborg, sending him flying into a wall. Another one sends Starfire flying into a different wall, and she lands in a dumpster. You run to the hole in the wall to find the aliens trying to bring the whole dumpster into the air. You were about to try to strike them when you saw a flash- the flash of a birdarang. It cuts into the arms of the robot and drops the container. Robin joins the rest of you.

“Titans Go!” Robin yells, but Blackfire flies out in front of you. In a matter of seconds she demolished all three robots. You all surrounded her as she stood victoriously.

“Aw yeah! Good times!”

“Nice shot, Tex!”

“Very nice.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!”

“How did you know where to hit them?” Robin asked.

“Lucky guess,” Blackfire shrugged. Cyborg stepped forward.

“We could use luck like that,” he said. “Maybe you oughta join the team.”

“Me? A teen titan?” Blackfire asked, obviously flattered. You couldn’t help but notice Starfire looking away, a defeated look on her face. I should talk to her again, you decided.

You and Robin found Starfire standing on the roof of the Titans Tower. You found out that you both had the idea of finishing up your conversations, but it seemed that Starfire had different plans. You reach her as she floats into the air.

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” Robin asked, causing her to whip around to face the two of you.

“A little rude if you ask me,” you tried to joke, but she didn’t laugh. Her head hanging, she slowly landed back on the roof, taking off the backpack she was wearing.

“Aquagirl, Robin, I- '' She began, but was cut off by the sound of a spaceship coming towards you. One of the aliens on board unleashes its arm, which is a tentacle much like one of the robot’s, and slashes you and Robin, sending you both to the ground. It then wraps around Starfire, pulling her into the ship.

Robin runs towards the screaming Starfire and jumps from the roof and towards the ship. You watch in horror as he misses, and begins the fall towards the ground. The ship continues its ascent into the air.

“ROBIN!” you scream, running towards the edge of the Tower’s roof. You can do this, you can do this, you can-

You focused hard, and raised your arms above you. A geyser of water shoots up from the shore and catches Robin. You raised the geyser up towards the hull of the spaceship, allowing the Boy Wonder to grab onto the bottom and make his way up. Seeing that he made it safely on board, you dropped the geyser of water.

You fell to your knees, breathing heavily. You haven’t made such a strong geyser in, well, never! Your vision was blurring as Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven all rushed onto the roof.

“Aquagirl! What happened?” Cyborg asked, helping you up.

“Starfire… Spaceship… Robin… I helped…” you huffed, pointing towards the spaceship, which was now far away from the tower.

“We gotta catch up to them. But how?” Beast Boy said, staring at the silhouette in the distance.

“Follow my lead.” Raven said, grabbing on to Beast Boy and Cyborg, who was holding into you. You watched as she made a dark portal in front of you. She pulled the three of you through it and you found yourself in the outskirts of the city, next to mountains and a river. You see Starfire and Robin up ahead, in front of a now toppled over spaceship.

“Starfire! Robin!” Beast Boy yelled as you caught up to them.

“Are you alright?” Cyborg asked. Suddenly, you see two aliens emerge from the shipwreck.

“Titans! Get ready!” he said, assuming a fighting stance, which you follow. You wait tensely as the aliens approach you.

“In the name of the Grand Centauri Empire, you are all under arrest.” one of the aliens says, showing off a professional looking police badge. You stare at it. If they're police, why are they arresting us? And why are we fighting them?

“Uh… you can’t be the good guys. We’re the good guys.” Beast Boy says, just as confused as you are.

“And we are the Centauri Police,” the second alien repeats.

“The Tamaranean girl is a liar and a thief.” the first police alien says, pointing at Starfire. “She's committed high crimes throughout the entire Centauri system.”

“I have never even been to the Centauri moons!” Starfire pleaded.

Suddenly everything clicked. The necklace, the events at the carnival, the events at the party. All evidence seemed to have pointed to Starfire, but they actually pointed at another person.

“But I know someone who has.” you and Robin say at the same time. You look at each other, obviously aware of who the other was thinking.

Blackfire.

Robin took off Starfire’s necklace for her and threw it aside. He faced the police aliens.

“You’ve been chasing the wrong girl. Where’s Blackfire?” Robin says. Before any of the other Titans could answer, you saw a figure flying through the sky.

“That Bitch!” you yelled, watching Blackfire make an escape.

“Don’t worry Star, she won't get away with this,” Robin says to Starfire, but her eyes are already glowing.

“No she will not!” she yells, and shoots off into the sky. You couldn’t see much, but there were flashes of bright green and purple in the sky. The Centauri police calmly rebalanced their ship and restarted it, its engine humming to life.

You then watched as they proceeded to fly up into the sky and capture Blackfire, similar to how they initially captured Starfire, and fly off into the night. You stared dumbfounded.

"What just happened?"

The next morning, you stood in front of the kitchen, making pancakes with Cyborg.

“Crazy what happened last night, huh?” you yawned, watching the pancakes sizzle on the stove.

“No kidding,” he said. “She would’ve made a great addition to the team, except for the intergalactic-criminal part.” You laughed, flipping the rest of the pancakes.

You climbed up to the roof, finding Robin and Starfire sitting together. God they’re probably being cheesy together you thought. You cleared your throat, the two of them jumping at your presence.

“Hey you two,” you winked. “Breakfast is ready!!!”

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